[ she's going "ow, ow" while holding her rib, because she sure laugh cracked one, and she has to not look at garou in the eyes so she doesn't laugh again. so instead let's look at the bleeding normie ]
Yep. Ugh, I totally whiffed that fight. [ but she aims her healing spell at kumon while she still has it, so he isn't. still. bleeding out. ] That should do it. Okay, next turn, we maybe need... an actual strategy.
[ disgusting. awful. she hates not being able to solo things.
she looks sadly towards bubblegum in the stands, because she hasn't been gay in like 4 tags ]
[Their normie is having a Time of It still, and is very wobbly trying to get back on his feet. He's clinging onto the amber knives like they're his one last remaining point of sanity.
He can have a breakdown after whatever this is, but he has to keep it together until they win another round.... right? And then he can throw up like he kind of wants to right now.]
The voice booms through the air again, and as soon as the words fade: the screech of the metal gate opening once more. Demons will rush in and shunt you back into the holding area where you came from - you find yourself willing to go. You're so tired suddenly. But there's at least a bench here to sit and collect your thoughts while the demons slam the gate on you and lock you in and get to work cleaning up your efforts.
There's also drinks of ... hopefully water here, but if you try them, you'll feel instantly refreshed. All your health is back! And your hair, if you want it. I don't know your lives. Take a moment. Catch your breath. There's probably something to watch soon ... the arena is almost clear. ]
[ His eyebrows!! Garou is thirsty so he's just going to knock back a water before looking warily back at the arena.
Something twists uncomfortably in his stomach. He'd like a second to lament how shitty all of this is, but who knows how much time they have. ]
Healers and magic are the priority. [ Mostly because he's defenceless against magic. He doesn't know about the other two. ] I can go after any big guys.
[ after googling if marceline can drink water i still don't know so i am going to go with sure potions work on her and she takes a curious swig and feels better. also her hair is like artistically side shaved now because i can. and i have a lot of shaved icons. ]
Yeah. Basic party fight style. You go for support first. [ she doesn't look super happy about offering it, but; ] I have buff spells I can use, and probably the fire thing works better from further away. So... I'll try to stick to long distance style. I might be able to like... I don't know, distract those guys with illusions too or something.
[ horrid. she hates it. anyway she's looking very upset towards the stands because bubblegum is there and it makes her leg jittery. ]
Hey, Kumon, what did the paint do? Is it like using our colors basically?
[He will be drinking some water, and huh. They definitely put something in here, and he feels considerably better after all that. Not great, because this water only heals physical wounds, and he has many mental ones to work through later.
Kazunari's not even here for him to watch and be worried over. What happened to him? Is he out there being murdered?]
Uh... [Marcy asked him a question, he needs to answer. He wants to help- he feels sick- He gulps down some more water before answering.] when I used it, it felt like being more creative? I could attack twice. So maybe it's tied to what color it is?
[ you guys keep doing you guys but as you sit and talk, you may notice that out in the arena, they’ve cleared the horse legs away and they're preparing for another fight. it doesn't look like you're expecting to fight, so it's probably nothing to worry about.
you notice one of the pens nearby you is released into the arena. it looks like another balanced party like you. A tough looking punk wielding a taser, a kid who looks pretty young to be here, but seems to be wielding a battleaxe made from tire rims, a spellcaster in tattered robes and a book of magic wearing a menacing jagged black helmet over his face, and a elderly man wearing spiked pads with no weapon, cracking his fists.
you just see them from behind for now, so you can't really get a good glimpse of them, but there may be something naggingly familiar about one or two of them? Who could be sure.]
[ So the powers from the spray cans aren't quite the same as how they've manifested before. (He thinks to himself, because he's not helpful like that.)
But what he does offer up: ] I imbued my chainsaw with Scarlet too, and it just made me angry instead of setting anything of fire. Looks like it's more feelings bullshit.
[ He hates being tampered with on a normal basis, but he's particularly sour about it since the weird experience in trial.
Anyway, seeing the other party march out into the arena grabs his attention, and he's on his feet again, trying to figure out what the fork is going on. ]
[ yeah marcy was looking that way so she gets distracted mid talk, squinting vaguely at the people in the arena
familiar... hrmm... surely this is unimportant anyway ]
If it works or whatever. But if red makes you berserk Imma keep it for last resort. [ squinting harder into the distance. no seriously who are these people and why do they seem familiar... ] Maybe those guys have a better strategy?
[the familiar group heads out into the arena, as the crowd is roaring, still chanting for More! More! More!
from this angle you can see them a little more clearly. the punk with the taser has purple hair and flashes the metallic guards a scowl. the old man cracking his fists seems to speak a word of encouragement to the kid with the battleaxe, who gives a grim nod and pulls a metal animal mask down over his face. the spellcaster's jagged helmet almost gives the impression of a crown, and he watches everyone else warily from the side.]
Well, champions! Are you ready to test your mettle?
[ marceline does not look worried when she recognizes him. of course he'd wind up in a place like this. and finn can't be nerfed, he doesn't even have powers. wow since when is he an axe person haha
[ As Kumon approaches the gate, demons with cattle prods start poking at him to get him to back up from it - electrifying the metal. Ouchie wowchie.
Don't worry though, your friends are not alone! :) A woman with bright pink hair in a fierce outfit, a smaller girl in this get up and ... this guy? There's something a little oddly familar about them ...
There's no time to waste though, as the announcer calls for the match to BEGIN! - and already the pink-haired woman is swinging a bat with nails innit right into the chest of the punk with a sickening crunch. The smaller girl is throwing knives - sending them right for the older, muscle-bound man ... who dodges them easily. Maybe Garou was right not to be that worried? ]
[ Garou jerks when Kumon is electrocuted, because wow. Sucks, bro.
He's still only semi-worried about the old man, but mainly he's not particularly jazzed about just watching the fight from the sidelines, or playing along with their "two fights and everything will be fine" premise. So, what's behind them? Guards? Something they could tear their way through? ]
[ aw, geez. she kind of wants to beat up the guards but instead she'll just grab kumon to drag him back a bit and if there is any magic water left just. hand it to him again. for the hp. ]
[He gasps when he gets tugged away from the bars and then he hears that noise from Juza's ribs.
But there's nothing he can do when they're trapped in here like animals. He feels his breathing getting harder by the second, even as he tries to drink the water he's given.]
[ You're realizing now, watching this, that maybe you recognize these attackers, actually? They're familiar at least. The pink haired woman is shifting her focus from the punk to the kid with the animal mask - unleashing a surge of rage that. Well. Bashes his head in. He falls to the dirt, still now.
The punk - Kumon's brother? - seems to regain some strength, attacking her back with the taser in his hands, shocking her hard enough to send her to the ground. The girl takes out one of those spray cans that seem familiar, covering her teeth with red, dripping paint, and throws the knives again - this time with what seems like extra power behind them. And right into the old man, sending him stumbling backwards and clutching at the multiple stab wounds now coursing with blood.
The old man spellcaster is left alone mostly for the moment, and takes the opportunity to cast a barage of ice-blue energy and summoning wasteland animals - screaming eagles and wolves with two, gnashing, gnarling heads - at the guy in the full suit, but it knocks his helmet off as he scrambles away from the clawing and screeching and howling. ]
[ Okay, this is some bullshit! His expression goes dark when he sees Hot Pants bash in the kid's skull, darker still when he sees the old man hit with a blow that should've been easy to avoid and— ]
Fuck this.
[ Assuming that they still have access to their weapons, he's going to pick up the chainsaw again and just launch himself at the gate, summoning a bit of Metallic to hopefully fortify the weapon against the gate and cut on through.
Finn, you butt! You've gotten hit on the head way too many times to go down like this!!!
[ she's worried and outraged and also so confused at everyone else involved? here? why are hot pants and vin and fucking RYUNOSUKE here too? and then garou's losing his shit and. hm. that's gonna go back on them ]
Oh, crud.
[ she's keeping hold of kumon so he doesn't pass out or something even more stupid, so she grabs her own weapon to see if she can still cast one of those inspiration spells? and if not then. well. she'll try infusing him with her color in the hopes it does something similar to the purple paint kumon used??? sure??
[Kumon shouldn't pass out, right? Right? But between the shock of hearing his big brother get seriously injured, seeing people from the prism here and against these specific people.
The desire to stay aware and do something combine with the pressure he's feeling to contribute something to the group. Between that and dealing with the violence of it all.
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Yep. Ugh, I totally whiffed that fight. [ but she aims her healing spell at kumon while she still has it, so he isn't. still. bleeding out. ] That should do it. Okay, next turn, we maybe need... an actual strategy.
[ disgusting. awful. she hates not being able to solo things.
she looks sadly towards bubblegum in the stands, because she hasn't been gay in like 4 tags ]
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[Their normie is having a Time of It still, and is very wobbly trying to get back on his feet. He's clinging onto the amber knives like they're his one last remaining point of sanity.
He can have a breakdown after whatever this is, but he has to keep it together until they win another round.... right? And then he can throw up like he kind of wants to right now.]
Oh... Should we go for the healer first...
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The voice booms through the air again, and as soon as the words fade: the screech of the metal gate opening once more. Demons will rush in and shunt you back into the holding area where you came from - you find yourself willing to go. You're so tired suddenly. But there's at least a bench here to sit and collect your thoughts while the demons slam the gate on you and lock you in and get to work cleaning up your efforts.
There's also drinks of ... hopefully water here, but if you try them, you'll feel instantly refreshed. All your health is back! And your hair, if you want it. I don't know your lives. Take a moment. Catch your breath. There's probably something to watch soon ... the arena is almost clear. ]
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Something twists uncomfortably in his stomach. He'd like a second to lament how shitty all of this is, but who knows how much time they have. ]
Healers and magic are the priority. [ Mostly because he's defenceless against magic. He doesn't know about the other two. ] I can go after any big guys.
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Yeah. Basic party fight style. You go for support first. [ she doesn't look super happy about offering it, but; ] I have buff spells I can use, and probably the fire thing works better from further away. So... I'll try to stick to long distance style. I might be able to like... I don't know, distract those guys with illusions too or something.
[ horrid. she hates it. anyway she's looking very upset towards the stands because bubblegum is there and it makes her leg jittery. ]
Hey, Kumon, what did the paint do? Is it like using our colors basically?
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Kazunari's not even here for him to watch and be worried over. What happened to him? Is he out there being murdered?]
Uh... [Marcy asked him a question, he needs to answer. He wants to help- he feels sick- He gulps down some more water before answering.] when I used it, it felt like being more creative? I could attack twice. So maybe it's tied to what color it is?
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you notice one of the pens nearby you is released into the arena. it looks like another balanced party like you. A tough looking punk wielding a taser, a kid who looks pretty young to be here, but seems to be wielding a battleaxe made from tire rims, a spellcaster in tattered robes and a book of magic wearing a menacing jagged black helmet over his face, and a elderly man wearing spiked pads with no weapon, cracking his fists.
you just see them from behind for now, so you can't really get a good glimpse of them, but there may be something naggingly familiar about one or two of them? Who could be sure.]
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But what he does offer up: ] I imbued my chainsaw with Scarlet too, and it just made me angry instead of setting anything of fire. Looks like it's more feelings bullshit.
[ He hates being tampered with on a normal basis, but he's particularly sour about it since the weird experience in trial.
Anyway, seeing the other party march out into the arena grabs his attention, and he's on his feet again, trying to figure out what the fork is going on. ]
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familiar... hrmm... surely this is unimportant anyway ]
If it works or whatever. But if red makes you berserk Imma keep it for last resort. [ squinting harder into the distance. no seriously who are these people and why do they seem familiar... ] Maybe those guys have a better strategy?
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[For now, his focus is on who's in the arena instead of them. There's the nagging feeling he know them from... somewhere.
Is there a way to get a better look at the group?]
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from this angle you can see them a little more clearly. the punk with the taser has purple hair and flashes the metallic guards a scowl. the old man cracking his fists seems to speak a word of encouragement to the kid with the battleaxe, who gives a grim nod and pulls a metal animal mask down over his face. the spellcaster's jagged helmet almost gives the impression of a crown, and he watches everyone else warily from the side.]
Well, champions! Are you ready to test your mettle?
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Old man?
[ And, if he recognizes one of the faces here—he looks over at Marceline and Kumon—presumably they recognize the others. ]
Tch, I don't know how the old man got roped into this, but I ain't worried about him taking care of whoever they send up against him.
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And HE'S SO OLD?? ]
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[ marceline does not look worried when she recognizes him. of course he'd wind up in a place like this. and finn can't be nerfed, he doesn't even have powers. wow since when is he an axe person haha
wait ]
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[ she's standing up and looking like she wants to rush into the arena again herself HE'S JUST AN OLD NERD WITHOUT HIS CROWN POWERS HELP ]
What are they doing here?!!
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The very, very bad news is he's? Here? At all?]
Bro?!
[Kumon does stand up and go to whatever place is closest to them and attempts to rattle it open.]
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Don't worry though, your friends are not alone! :) A woman with bright pink hair in a fierce outfit, a smaller girl in this get up and ... this guy? There's something a little oddly familar about them ...
There's no time to waste though, as the announcer calls for the match to BEGIN! - and already the pink-haired woman is swinging a bat with nails innit right into the chest of the punk with a sickening crunch. The smaller girl is throwing knives - sending them right for the older, muscle-bound man ... who dodges them easily. Maybe Garou was right not to be that worried? ]
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[ Garou jerks when Kumon is electrocuted, because wow. Sucks, bro.
He's still only semi-worried about the old man, but mainly he's not particularly jazzed about just watching the fight from the sidelines, or playing along with their "two fights and everything will be fine" premise. So, what's behind them? Guards? Something they could tear their way through? ]
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[ aw, geez. she kind of wants to beat up the guards but instead she'll just grab kumon to drag him back a bit and if there is any magic water left just. hand it to him again. for the hp. ]
Are we just stuck watching? This stinks!
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But there's nothing he can do when they're trapped in here like animals. He feels his breathing getting harder by the second, even as he tries to drink the water he's given.]
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The punk - Kumon's brother? - seems to regain some strength, attacking her back with the taser in his hands, shocking her hard enough to send her to the ground. The girl takes out one of those spray cans that seem familiar, covering her teeth with red, dripping paint, and throws the knives again - this time with what seems like extra power behind them. And right into the old man, sending him stumbling backwards and clutching at the multiple stab wounds now coursing with blood.
The old man spellcaster is left alone mostly for the moment, and takes the opportunity to cast a barage of ice-blue energy and summoning wasteland animals - screaming eagles and wolves with two, gnashing, gnarling heads - at the guy in the full suit, but it knocks his helmet off as he scrambles away from the clawing and screeching and howling. ]
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Fuck this.
[ Assuming that they still have access to their weapons, he's going to pick up the chainsaw again and just launch himself at the gate, summoning a bit of Metallic to hopefully fortify the weapon against the gate and cut on through.
spoon 🖕 garou Roll: [8] Result: 8 ]
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[ she's worried and outraged and also so confused at everyone else involved? here? why are hot pants and vin and fucking RYUNOSUKE here too? and then garou's losing his shit and. hm. that's gonna go back on them ]
Oh, crud.
[ she's keeping hold of kumon so he doesn't pass out or something even more stupid, so she grabs her own weapon to see if she can still cast one of those inspiration spells? and if not then. well. she'll try infusing him with her color in the hopes it does something similar to the purple paint kumon used??? sure??
why is she babysitter now???? this sucks????
zia bat marceline Roll: [20] Result: 20 ]
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The desire to stay aware and do something combine with the pressure he's feeling to contribute something to the group. Between that and dealing with the violence of it all.
He's running a fever.
He faints.
Mira ⚾ 9mon Hyodo Roll: [3] Result: 3]
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4/4 i lied
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