Zincspider
My Bloody
Shadow JP
Stadium
Court of Miracles
“But you have a lot of nerve, you know that?”
'Well, duh, I'm you.'
“You come here, trap us in a disco-strip club, isolate us, and make us fight for our lives alone. Even though you have an army of deformed shadow prostitutes at your disposal. What is it then? Why did you separate us? Are you afraid of what we could do, together? Are our “bonds” something you actually fear?”
That... that didn't sound right. The Shadow raised his pinky to his ear, you know, to clear it out. A couple seconds later his Counterpart had seemed to finish his long rant, talking about friends, bonds, and working for him... you know, the usual nonsense.
Then the boy lunged at him. It didn't take much to stop the attack. He was even more dense than the Shadow anticipated (which was... difficult, considering his position). He had tried to attack him using his own style. Something the boy had never tried in his life. That was worse than using fists. Finally, completely disappointed in the way the fight was going, he completely dropped his accent. For now, he sounded just like JP.
“Alright, listen, you have some idea that every little thing that happens is symbolic here.” The Shadow mused. “I recall telling your buddies that my girls wouldn't touch them if they didn't try to mess with my fight. Hell, I even have them ordered to not go for blood. They aren't my problem. You are. I just want a clean fight here. No rules. No allies. One on one. It has nothing to do with you being alone. If you think that... well, than we have a few more problems than I was aware of.”
Sighing, JP seemed to be waiting for him to make a move. The Shadow took this opportunity to keep going.
“Now, you understand that I have to keep my word here? Don't you?” Snapping his fingers once more, No less than seven more shadows slid down from the poles, and walked over to Terri. Three of them began to block off the nearest allies while the rest grabbed her rather forcefully. If it was only one or two, she would have been able to break out. But there was at least one on each limb. “I really don't like this... after all, it isn't my place. But I did put her life in your hands. She would have done anything for you, you know? Even if it was a stupid, false crush she would have taken the bullet herself.”
Quickly, the minions began to march to the cage, increasing their distance from the fighting masses with each step. He could hear screams and the whacking sounds of struggle even over the sound of his establishment.
“You do have a problem yet addressed. You think we have a bit more power or influence than we really do. Sometimes, you're nothing more than a cog in a greater machine. You're not a hero, you're not a commander. You're a teenage boy. You and that darn fool ally of yours out there need to realize that. But his time will come soon enough.”
Finally, the shadows restraining Terri made it to the cage. And pressed her to it. From the zone of impact a large grid of purple electricity began to course through her body. At this point, the Shadow's counterpart lunged at him. He didn't care. As long as the blow wasn't deadly. He didn't bother blocking it. Soon, he was just as scarred as the real JP, he couldn't really bleed so all you could see were black gashes leading to some soft of abyss. His coat was being torn to pieces, his hat had long been knocked off.
But he didn't order a retreat. Terri was kept against the cage, the force field doing it's work quickly, making almost a makeshift bug-zapper. Against the attacks of any of her allies, they didn't move. It wouldn't matter in a few seconds anyway. She seemed to not be able to take it very well. Good. That meant he wouldn't have to keep this up much longer.
Soon, enough the deed was done. His girls weren't spared from the shock, and evaporated in front of his eyes, dropping the body leaving no trace of what had grabbed her. They didn't dissipate however. The vapor flew into the girls mouth. Her eyes glazed over and she was left on the ground, breathing, but no doubt changed. He could have ordered a simple death... but like he already said. It wasn't his place. The normal penalty here in the Court would have to suffice.
“I put a life in your hands. You were given a choice right there. The choice that any leader would have to make sooner or later. **HACK**” The Shadow's body was full of gashes, as if he didn't even care anymore. He was coughing, pulling up some sort of black substance that floated into the air and dissipated quickly. As if to match his state, the lights and music of the stadium slowed to nearly a stop. “So there was your taste of reality. Are you really ready for that?”
The Shadow pulled out his sword, and chose not to look at his counterpart's face. He didn't turn it on his opponent however. 'Sometimes... it's worse to let them live and reflect on the past.' Before JP could react, the Shadow plunged the blade into his own chest. The lights turned off. The poles retreated back into the ceiling and the shad-hos screamed grabbing their heads. Soon, they followed their sisters in suit, evaportating into a black mist.
Well... this was it. He had failed. He really didn't have to either. He could have done it. But excuses were excuses.
A smile spread across his face as his body began to break off from the feet up, turning into a fine black mist.
After all, if he had done anything right, he would eventually succeed. Even if he wasn't there to see it. JP would either finally fall in the Court, or he'd become a better man, deserving to live. Either way...
“It's all good...”
And then everything went black.
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(OOC: Ouch... well... umm... I did warn you guys that other lives would be in your hands. All actions have consequences. It just so happens that I'm not going to be too lenient on occasion.
Just so you know, the Court is still in progress, and the Disco Hall is still there. You can look around, and try to help each other.
Terri's... Terri's beyond saving though. She was as soon as JP made his choice.
This is the first non-player-leaving death in the game, and it's kind of shocking for me even... and I had to write it. It really isn't a death though. She's just infected with Apathy Syndrome. You'll have to figure out what to do with her.
For once, I won't make a wisecrack about it and post a funny antagonist picture. Instead, I'll just sit here... and kinda wait to see how this pans out.
Looking back, it wasn't the best way to handle it, but what's done is done. I'll try to limit choices that affect other players so badly to an absolute minimum in the future. But I had the perimeters of the fight set before hand with my new secret keeper.
Trial and error was needed at some point though. JG, you have first choice of Arcana when I open up sign-ups again. If you want to continue that is.
I'm sorry for your loss)
Stadium
Court of Miracles
“But you have a lot of nerve, you know that?”
'Well, duh, I'm you.'
“You come here, trap us in a disco-strip club, isolate us, and make us fight for our lives alone. Even though you have an army of deformed shadow prostitutes at your disposal. What is it then? Why did you separate us? Are you afraid of what we could do, together? Are our “bonds” something you actually fear?”
That... that didn't sound right. The Shadow raised his pinky to his ear, you know, to clear it out. A couple seconds later his Counterpart had seemed to finish his long rant, talking about friends, bonds, and working for him... you know, the usual nonsense.
Then the boy lunged at him. It didn't take much to stop the attack. He was even more dense than the Shadow anticipated (which was... difficult, considering his position). He had tried to attack him using his own style. Something the boy had never tried in his life. That was worse than using fists. Finally, completely disappointed in the way the fight was going, he completely dropped his accent. For now, he sounded just like JP.
“Alright, listen, you have some idea that every little thing that happens is symbolic here.” The Shadow mused. “I recall telling your buddies that my girls wouldn't touch them if they didn't try to mess with my fight. Hell, I even have them ordered to not go for blood. They aren't my problem. You are. I just want a clean fight here. No rules. No allies. One on one. It has nothing to do with you being alone. If you think that... well, than we have a few more problems than I was aware of.”
Sighing, JP seemed to be waiting for him to make a move. The Shadow took this opportunity to keep going.
“Now, you understand that I have to keep my word here? Don't you?” Snapping his fingers once more, No less than seven more shadows slid down from the poles, and walked over to Terri. Three of them began to block off the nearest allies while the rest grabbed her rather forcefully. If it was only one or two, she would have been able to break out. But there was at least one on each limb. “I really don't like this... after all, it isn't my place. But I did put her life in your hands. She would have done anything for you, you know? Even if it was a stupid, false crush she would have taken the bullet herself.”
Quickly, the minions began to march to the cage, increasing their distance from the fighting masses with each step. He could hear screams and the whacking sounds of struggle even over the sound of his establishment.
“You do have a problem yet addressed. You think we have a bit more power or influence than we really do. Sometimes, you're nothing more than a cog in a greater machine. You're not a hero, you're not a commander. You're a teenage boy. You and that darn fool ally of yours out there need to realize that. But his time will come soon enough.”
Finally, the shadows restraining Terri made it to the cage. And pressed her to it. From the zone of impact a large grid of purple electricity began to course through her body. At this point, the Shadow's counterpart lunged at him. He didn't care. As long as the blow wasn't deadly. He didn't bother blocking it. Soon, he was just as scarred as the real JP, he couldn't really bleed so all you could see were black gashes leading to some soft of abyss. His coat was being torn to pieces, his hat had long been knocked off.
But he didn't order a retreat. Terri was kept against the cage, the force field doing it's work quickly, making almost a makeshift bug-zapper. Against the attacks of any of her allies, they didn't move. It wouldn't matter in a few seconds anyway. She seemed to not be able to take it very well. Good. That meant he wouldn't have to keep this up much longer.
Soon, enough the deed was done. His girls weren't spared from the shock, and evaporated in front of his eyes, dropping the body leaving no trace of what had grabbed her. They didn't dissipate however. The vapor flew into the girls mouth. Her eyes glazed over and she was left on the ground, breathing, but no doubt changed. He could have ordered a simple death... but like he already said. It wasn't his place. The normal penalty here in the Court would have to suffice.
“I put a life in your hands. You were given a choice right there. The choice that any leader would have to make sooner or later. **HACK**” The Shadow's body was full of gashes, as if he didn't even care anymore. He was coughing, pulling up some sort of black substance that floated into the air and dissipated quickly. As if to match his state, the lights and music of the stadium slowed to nearly a stop. “So there was your taste of reality. Are you really ready for that?”
The Shadow pulled out his sword, and chose not to look at his counterpart's face. He didn't turn it on his opponent however. 'Sometimes... it's worse to let them live and reflect on the past.' Before JP could react, the Shadow plunged the blade into his own chest. The lights turned off. The poles retreated back into the ceiling and the shad-hos screamed grabbing their heads. Soon, they followed their sisters in suit, evaportating into a black mist.
Well... this was it. He had failed. He really didn't have to either. He could have done it. But excuses were excuses.
A smile spread across his face as his body began to break off from the feet up, turning into a fine black mist.
After all, if he had done anything right, he would eventually succeed. Even if he wasn't there to see it. JP would either finally fall in the Court, or he'd become a better man, deserving to live. Either way...
“It's all good...”
And then everything went black.
-
(OOC: Ouch... well... umm... I did warn you guys that other lives would be in your hands. All actions have consequences. It just so happens that I'm not going to be too lenient on occasion.
Just so you know, the Court is still in progress, and the Disco Hall is still there. You can look around, and try to help each other.
Terri's... Terri's beyond saving though. She was as soon as JP made his choice.
This is the first non-player-leaving death in the game, and it's kind of shocking for me even... and I had to write it. It really isn't a death though. She's just infected with Apathy Syndrome. You'll have to figure out what to do with her.
For once, I won't make a wisecrack about it and post a funny antagonist picture. Instead, I'll just sit here... and kinda wait to see how this pans out.
Looking back, it wasn't the best way to handle it, but what's done is done. I'll try to limit choices that affect other players so badly to an absolute minimum in the future. But I had the perimeters of the fight set before hand with my new secret keeper.
Trial and error was needed at some point though. JG, you have first choice of Arcana when I open up sign-ups again. If you want to continue that is.
I'm sorry for your loss)
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