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thearena2013-05-03 07:39 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-05-03 07:39 pm
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Who| Anyone left in then arena, particularly anyone who wants to die.
What| A dragon. Yep.
Where| The areas around Rivers of America.
When| Dusk, late in the week.
Warnings/Notes| See below.
The areas around New Orleans Square and Frontierland have been appealing lately.
Rich, delicious smell have been coming from them, at first very subtle, but today rich. Smells that by pass your nose an sneak into your brain that something good and delicious is here. The trees are blooming, the animals scurrying around seem almost friendly. And, you know, easy to catch. It just feels nicer over there.
Anyone near the River's of America could see the ripples that day, if they were looking. They were the pattern of something large moving under the water, but anyone who'd spent time around the river knew it was certainly not deep enough to hold something that big.
Must just be ducks diving.
Just as the final rays of dusk began to fade from the sky, music began to once again play over the loud speakers. What might have once been an epic song was reedy, broken and old, the eerie tune warbling through the quiet air before sputtering out into heavy silence.
And then the water burst up, and up, and up with a massive roar.
The beast was massive, black wings stretching up towards the sky as it's body writhed out of the water, shaking the ground as it stepped on to it. It was hungry, it was pissed, and it was not happy to be at Disneyland.
And, as it opened it's massive jaw to screech it's rages at the sky, it let out a blast of fire that arched up to the sky, flattening against the previously invisible forcefield above it's head.
And then it started to move. To seek out prey. And to leave it's mark all over.
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See the sub threads below for the timeline of the night, and then hop in.
This dragon mutt isn't very smart, and is woundable, but too dense to kill (at least before the gamemakers short circuit it.) It's covered in hard scales, and does breath fire in short blasts, although it takes a minutes or so to build up after a blast. Feel free to NPC and handwave the dragon as needed for your threads.
Most of the buildings in Splash Mountain, New Orleans Square and Frontierland are smouldering and burned out after this, and a few still actively burning, but the fire doesn't leave the areas.
It is also ediable, if you are so inclined, but incredibly tough and not very tasty. It also causes vague nausea, but won't kill you.
Although technically the subthreads are the top-level comments, any replies to those three will count as "top-level" comment in regards to activity.
What| A dragon. Yep.
Where| The areas around Rivers of America.
When| Dusk, late in the week.
Warnings/Notes| See below.
The areas around New Orleans Square and Frontierland have been appealing lately.
Rich, delicious smell have been coming from them, at first very subtle, but today rich. Smells that by pass your nose an sneak into your brain that something good and delicious is here. The trees are blooming, the animals scurrying around seem almost friendly. And, you know, easy to catch. It just feels nicer over there.
Anyone near the River's of America could see the ripples that day, if they were looking. They were the pattern of something large moving under the water, but anyone who'd spent time around the river knew it was certainly not deep enough to hold something that big.
Must just be ducks diving.
Just as the final rays of dusk began to fade from the sky, music began to once again play over the loud speakers. What might have once been an epic song was reedy, broken and old, the eerie tune warbling through the quiet air before sputtering out into heavy silence.
And then the water burst up, and up, and up with a massive roar.
The beast was massive, black wings stretching up towards the sky as it's body writhed out of the water, shaking the ground as it stepped on to it. It was hungry, it was pissed, and it was not happy to be at Disneyland.
And, as it opened it's massive jaw to screech it's rages at the sky, it let out a blast of fire that arched up to the sky, flattening against the previously invisible forcefield above it's head.
And then it started to move. To seek out prey. And to leave it's mark all over.
---
See the sub threads below for the timeline of the night, and then hop in.
This dragon mutt isn't very smart, and is woundable, but too dense to kill (at least before the gamemakers short circuit it.) It's covered in hard scales, and does breath fire in short blasts, although it takes a minutes or so to build up after a blast. Feel free to NPC and handwave the dragon as needed for your threads.
Most of the buildings in Splash Mountain, New Orleans Square and Frontierland are smouldering and burned out after this, and a few still actively burning, but the fire doesn't leave the areas.
It is also ediable, if you are so inclined, but incredibly tough and not very tasty. It also causes vague nausea, but won't kill you.
Although technically the subthreads are the top-level comments, any replies to those three will count as "top-level" comment in regards to activity.
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Nothing about this even approaches the happy ending she had in mind. Instead, it's a nightmare. But at least Red is here with her at the very end. If she has nothing else to hold on to, she is glad for that small favor.
It's the last thing she thinks. Sees. Feels. Her best friend staring down at her, tears in her eyes as she holds her hand, and she wants to tell her so many things. To run away from this place and keep herself safe. She wants to tell her to keep running, and fighting and to win. She wants to say how much she believes in her; more than Red will ever know. And that in this life, Red was one of her most precious and treasured things; her dearest and greatest friend.
Perhaps, because of that, there is the smallest hint of a smile on her face as the light fades from her eyes.
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Except, without Snow, she had no friends to worry about.
Putting Snow to the ground, her hands moved to the woman's chest, feeling for the heartbeat. Nothing. Pumping. Nothing. Breathing in, lips on lips... nothing. Kissing? Nothing. It wasn't a curse. It wasn't something she could stop. It wasn't... it didn't make sense.
Suddenly nothing made sense/ There was wind, and there was screaming, and there was blood. Pain. Her throat was so sore...
A grave. She had to dig a grave. She stared at the ground, and pressed her hand against the dirt. A grave....
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Around Ruby, the world rages on. The screech of the dragon above and a terrible crash as the night turns into day, but for only an instant. The ripple of energy can actually be seen above: the impact of the dragon against the force field. She lands with a the grace of a meteor and does nearly the same amount of damage. Very little now remains the false mountain that Snow and Ruby had only just been inside.
And still, the world moved on.
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All there was was the grave. If she knew the capitol would take that, too...