[You open your eyes and find yourselves someplace new.
You are standing in a fenced in area near a massive arena, made of twisted metal that forms a colossal dome. The ground you’re standing on is a dirty pale gray, and it kicks up dust as you walk, a chalky dust that covers everything around you. The arena is also gray with dust, most things appear to have been made out of pieces of slightly rusted sheet metal, but it’s hard to tell because it’s splattered in various neon colored paints and designs. The sky above you is a swirling, unnatural whirl of colors, like paint being spilled. There’s a cloudy gray, but neon colored clouds swirl within. The arena is surrounded by stands, which are crowded with inhuman faces, gnashing teeth and spiky outfits. They’re far away, but you can make out a crowd of colorful monsters and demons, all brightly neon colored and cheering for blood.
In the arena at present, two groups of three demons are fighting each other. You watch as a red demon summons a barrage of scarlet colored missiles, which strike a yellow demon holding a mace, sending them bleeding on the ground. A purple demon plays a harpsichord constructed from metal pipes, and the green demon by her side appears to grow larger in size and summons a green hail. One team is victorious, and the crowd cheers and hollers as they finish off the losing team. The green member of the victorious team doesn’t seem to want to finish off the yellow demon, however, and she is dragged off by enormous metallic guards and put to death as well.
… All of you are wearing your cool new outfits, by the way. Please describe them in the next tag, for our enjoyment. As you describe them, a voice from the sky rumbles.]
Welcome, champions. We’ve brought you here to see how you fight. If you succeed and impress us, you’ll be sent home safely.
[Hot Pants...startles, at the sight of everything. The crowds. The demons. The twisted arena, the swirling sky. It's disorienting, beyond measure, but she shakes her head.]
What the...
[And then, she looks down, and...hoo boy, she sure is wearingsomething, alright - the skulls for shoulder pauldrons, the spikes on her back, the skeleton-like glove, the bulky heels. (And for her sake, she probably has thin dark pants on so her thighs aren't all exposed like that, but. It's still a Look!) She reaches up to touch her face, and the tips of her hands come away with black, the whole top of her face dusted with something like coal dust, dark.]
What..."champions"? [And she realizes she's not alone, glancing back.] H-Hey. Ryunosuke? Vin?
[vin, who is suddenly wearing an outfit (the top & hat on the left, but the pants from the middle outfit), looks incredibly alarmed and wary about all this! she's studying the colors in the sky and the layout of the arena they've found themselves in for a long, disorienting moment, before she takes in the fight going on. to the two of them:]
...Where are we? Is this the Prism?
[as the member of the winning team is being put to death and they hear the voice addressing them, though, that question starts to seem less important than what they should do.]
Should we try to run?
[probably not, considering what happened to the person who refused to fight just a moment ago, but going along with this also does not seem like a great plan to her.]
[ weirdly, ryunosuke is wearing the same thing as hot pants? no, he's in something like this sans helmet and kicking up a good bit of dust as he reels in place, eyes wide as saucers.
he looks rapidly between the two of them, though he shuffles closer to vin on instinct, as though ready to grab her and run.
except that's clearly not an option. he visibly flinches as the other team is beaten down and left for dead. ]
I—I don't think they'll give us that option—!
[ he's looking around for where that voice is looming down on them from, because further instruction required please? ]
Pick your weapons, champions. It would be smart to stick to what you’re good at. Win two fights, and you’ll be rewarded.
[You notice two large chests open before you. One contains a variety of weapons. You instinctively seem to know what type of skill (speed, strength, intelligence, charisma, wisdom) will work best with each weapon. The second chest contains spray cans in a variety of colors. You may pick one. You don’t know what these do, but you know that if you spray them onto your teeth, something will happen.
...Tch. No. They won't give us that option at all.
[What was initial surprise and shock hardens, like stone, into something more determined. Is this the Prism's doing? Likely, given the colors. And so far, nobody else is around. Maybe the rest are trapped in arenas like this. For now, they can't do anything about that, and there's no visible way to escape, and as far as anything...]
[Well, in any situation, Hot Pants is fight over flight, always.]
I don't see any other way out of this. And I'd rather have something to use. [She's stepping up, considering, before picking up the bat with nails. She hefts it, and then her eyes move to the spray cans. Yes. She's plucking up the pink one. It's not her beloved Cream Starter, but...whatever. A glance over her shoulder.] Ryunosuke, stay behind me. I'll keep guard of you.
[Notably doesn't say this to Vin. She feels Vin can take care of herself.]
[she gives the both of them a short nod, even though she remains incredibly tense as they're given those instructions. she doesn't take long to make her selection, grabbing the throwing knives and a can of red spray paint.
[ this disrespect is completely warranted, unfortunately. he instinctively scoops up the h*sbro kit and the green paint can while they have the opportunity to 'arm' themselves.
it's all happening very quickly. he has never felt so starkly normal in his life. ]
Hang on, we haven't even seen what we're supposed to be doing—?
[they watch as another fight in the arena finishes up. they can see a man in dark leather and a bone bird mask fleeing across the arena. he's moving quickly, but he can't move quickly enough to evade the young woman who chases him down, brutally slamming into him with a staff. the impact cracks open the mask, and you can see Vax'ildan's face. He's bleeding out from a wound to his head as he lies on the ground. He makes eye contact, just for a moment, with Vin. His eyes are wide and confused, but he does not appear to recognize her.
The crowd begins to roar again - a low hiss and then a stomping chant of MORE! MORE! MORE!
They may also notice, trapped in a cage outside the arena, a young girl. She's surrounded on either side by a metallic demon guard, carrying dangerous looking weapons. One of the metallic guards is holding a knife to her throat.
Vax's body is dragged away and the arena is cleared from the last fight and except for streaks of bright, blood across the ground and the kicked up dust. Enough to make you cough as the metal gates creak open with an ominous, groan of metal. You are free to walk into the arena. More than free, actually, there’s a few demons around you that are pushing and shoving you in so they can quickly close the gate behind you again.
On the other side, an equally rusty gate opens and steps a group of four, all looking equally as homoerotic and menacing as yourselves right now: 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.
In the chaos, you might almost miss as the booming voice once more shouts:
[That's...Vax? She blinks, startled by his appearance, and before she can even register it, her eyes are drawn to the redheaded girl, shocked.]
C-Chinatsu?
[What is...going on? Vax is being dragged away. Something falls to the pit of her stomach here. People they know...is it really them? Just an illusion? She doesn't know. But she can't just lose focus here, not here, not now, not like that time, when things seemed so familiar, yet so alien-]
Four against three? Tch. [And she can guarantee that Ryunosuke doesn't have peak fighting ability here, or anything. Hot Pants shakes her head, sharpening her gaze.] Don't let them surround you, you two-!
[She's drawing the bat back in a hard stance, eyes darting between the four. Who should she focus on taking down, first? Who is the most dangerous here? She knows from experience, even someone who looks like they lack abilities, doesn't mean they don't have any.]
[...She makes a decision. She's moving in to swing the bat, hard, at the punk's chest.]
[as soon as they're let in, she tries to follow after him, but - he's taken away before she can make it to the people dragging him away. that means she doesn't hesitate before turning to the other combatants; the best thing to do here, she thinks, is win both of these fights so she can try to find where they took him. since hot pants has the one with the taser handled, vin is glancing between the other two before sending one knife sailing towards the spellcaster and one towards the elderly man, both tossed with a flash of amber.
at the same time, her guard is up, waiting to see what they'll do.]
[ it's kind of astonishing how little time they have to adjust to this happening. ]
Chinatsu!
[ but the roar of the crowd and the four people across from them don't leave any time to be distracted, to process—is this real? how much of it is more of the prism's strange provocations?—and he has to snap his attention to the fight when hot pants calls out.
he's never been in a... battle? like this? but there's green gathering with nervous, instinctive energy at his fingertips as he watches their weapons suddenly soar out, his attention locked on how their enemies ('enemies?' they haven't even done anything to these people—) react. ]
[sorry ryunosuke you're in the thunderdome now, things are moving fast. the crowd is cheering and roaring, and the sound of glee at the fight fills your ears, drowning everything else out. it's intense, and the spectors all seem eager to see blood spilled, but they don't care whether or not it's yours or the other group's.
MORE! MORE! MORE!
hot pants swings at the punk. he seems pretty quick on his feet, and the hit doesn't perfectly connect, slamming into his side with a squelching sound but as he dodges away, there isn't all that much blood there. his angry eyes flash fight back as he darts around and jams his taser into hot pants' side. it hurts, he seems to have jabbed her in just the right place that pain courses through her body, but it's not enough that she can't shake it off and keep going.
vin's knives flash bright amber as they fly through the air. but the old man is much faster than she realized he would be. he easily dodges the knife, as though it were nothing, darting around to the side in a smooth martial arts motion. however, rather than charge vin, he seems to go towards ryunosuke, trying to take a swing at him. his fists move almost too fast to see, and he'll feel at least one blow connect hard with his jaw.
the spellcaster is murmuring a spell to himself, and a wall of ice raises from the floor of the area, catching the other knife. both knives fly back to vin, but she'll find that they slash across her palms as she tries to grab onto them. however, when the spell caster attempts to send the wall of ice flying at vin, a shimmering green shield appears around her, protecting her from harm.
the leaves the kid with the battleaxe. it makes sense none of you focused on him, because he looks pretty young. too young to be in combat like this or much of a threat, right? but there's something feral in his eyes as he pulls a strange, twisted animal mask down over his face and charges at vin, striking her heavily with the battleaxe. the shimmering green shield breaks under the blow and shatters, and the axe comes down and slices into her shoulder painfully.
the crowd begins to scream and cheer when vin is struck with the axe.
[ryunosuke transforms into a monster truck and drives into the arena. some of the metallic demons appear to cast a healing spell on garou, kumon, and marceline, and their injuries knit back up. others are dragging the corpses of your friends out beyond the gates. the gates close again just as you crash into the arena. it's just you and these three now.
the loudspeaker roars.]
Who will be our new champions? Let's find out!
[given your dramatic entrance, you're first in initiative. there's garou with his chainsaw, kumon with his knives, and marceline with her guitar. what do you do?]
[Sure. Why not. This won't be scarred into Hot Pant's mind for years to come.]
[She can't be focused on vehicular transformation, though. Diego falls with a shriek, and just like that, her mind, momentarily, is on that train again, and watching him fall, seeing the final blow, the final-]
[She shakes her head, grasping the bat and the spray can, and moves forward. Is there any way out of this that ends with all of them leaving? She recalls what happened earlier, with the demon being killed for showing mercy...]
[But anger flares, as it always does. Johnny is dead, and Diego is dead, and maybe they weren't the Johnny and Diego of her world, but it doesn't matter. Sometimes, all you can do is fight for those who relied on her, once upon a time.]
[She rushes forward to Kumon to launch a kick to his chest. A glimmer of hope, maybe that this won't end in what she knows it will end in. Maybe Kumon will give up, and she won't have to kill him.]
[ okay, well, he wasn't sure how that spell would go. but it worked. now he is a monster truck, which is on me to rp.
there's a lot of grief and anger here to process, but first he has to process... being a car. it's an extremely strange experience, but it's also his body? so it responds naturally enough, even if it makes no sense. he lets out a very confused VRRRMing noise before he rolls up and taps vin with a rearview window, and says: ]
HONK HONK
[ except they will be able to understand that he is talking to vin. (...Can you hear me? I can carry you.) he will drive her at a Target. ]
[nothing makes sense anymore but you know, she's not going to question it. has she ever seen a truck before, let alone a monster truck? absolutely not. but she has bigger problems right now. to ryunosuke, who is currently a vehicle for some reason beyond her understanding, as she climbs in (she guesses):]
...Thank you.
[she doesn't really have time for the wave of grief that's coursing through her as they drag kelsier's body away. she pulls out the spray paint and spreads it over her mouth again, hoping that rage from before will come back - not that she isn't already angry. she's also already grabbing her knives and throwing them with absolutely no hesitation at garou, a splash of green flying with them.]
[vin will find her canister is out of paint. one use only. but maybe there will be more later on?
they charge in. Are we going to kill them? shouts Garou. Obviously! says Marceline. Kumon nods in determination as well, seemingly deciding to join the fight. hot pants rushes towards kumon. she tries to kick him in the chest, and it connects forcefully, but it doesn't seem as though it hurts the way a blow from the bat would. kumon returns with a thrust of his jagged glass knives. they pierce into hot pants' shoulder and chest, painfully sharp and thrumming with amber energy. she feels tired, although she can shrug it off, but that definitely hurt a lot.
meanwhile, vin and ryunosuke are all chaos. ryunosuke barrels towards garou. vin throws her knives, but garou manages to dodge out of the way, just in time to get mowed down by ryunosuke's monster truck. that looked very painful. poor garou. no one is focused on marceline, however, and she strums her guitar. a fire spell blazes out at vin. it crackles and burns her skin.
[Well, that hurts - Hot Pants recoils, pain lacing through her shoulder and chest. The window of mercy closes. There can't be any mercy here. She looks over and...there goes Garou. Poor, poor Garou.]
[She closes her eyes, just for a second. Garou, dead. Johnny, dead. Diego, dead once more.]
Shit.
[And a racing soaring of anger and strength as she pulls out the spray can, spraying over her mouth and tossing it aside, before she rages forward with a growl of a shout, aiming to smash the nail bat directly into the other's neck. No pain. Just the fight.]
[as garou goes down, the worst of her anger subsides. since the can is useless to her for now, she's putting it away, focusing on the knives as they return to her. she wasn't expecting the fire spell, though, and it catches her off guard - it burns into her arm and shoulder as she shrieks, half from shock and half from pain. it's not her dominant arm, though, luckily.
that attack means that she's retaliating immediately, though, tossing both knives at marceline. they're accompanied by a flash of amber. glancing towards hot pants, though:]
[ automobiles are no common sight where he's from—but if a horse and buggy collided into someone, surely it'd take them out as soon as they fell under hoof and wheels. literal tons of metal and rubber are worse.
the crush of bones is a feeling he'll not soon forget, but being a monster truck does somehow blunt the force of his oh god, is he dead? did i just kill him? thoughts enough that he doesn't spiral right away. instead, it's squealing tires over to where marceline is.
[you all mourned garou way, way too soon. he's hurt but he's not down. he doesn't actually look close to down. he staggers up, sprays a blue spraycan into his teeth, and revs his chainsaw, slashing against ryunosuke's tires. even though ryunosuke is a monster truck, this actually hurts.
hot pants sprays pink into her teeth. it doesn't immediately seem to do anything, but when she strikes her bat down on kumon, for a moment, she sees a chance to correct her stance, move into a better position. she swings, but the bat misses his neck, connecting with his shoulder instead. blood sprays, but it doesn't seem to finish him off. there's fury in kumon's face despite what a goofy kid he normally seems to be. he throws his knives. a shimmering green shield appears around hot pants for a moment, but the knives pierce through, driving deep into her arm and drawing blood.
vin throws her knives at marcy. when she uses the amber, for a moment she feels a piece protectiveness towards ryunosuke and hot pants. these two are all she has, and she will do anything to keep them safe. she can shake this feeling off, but it doesn't help either way when she takes a full blast of fire from marcy.
by the way, ryunosuke will start to get the feeling that he won't stay a monster truck forever...]
[This isn't the Kumon she knows. Maybe that's better. Makes her feel less guilty for trying to kill him like this. Not that guilt matters, because the knives are going at her, and her arm jerks back, spurting blood.]
[She hears Vin call out to her, dimly, and she shakes, her body trembling, and cries out:]
I'm fine! Focus on the others-!
[And Garou isn't gone. Ah, well. Can't look at that, what with this going on. This isn't the worst she's had. Sometimes in the line of duty, you have to deal with whatever is thrown at you. Her arm was already wounded even before she came here, so this is just like icing on the already violent cake.]
It's over.
[It's over. She imbues the bat with amber this time, flaring, and staggers forward. Everything hurts. The blood is running down her front. It's fine. I'm fine.]
[the fire burns into her leg this time, and she gives another cry of pain. the protectiveness means she doesn't want to draw any more fire to ryunosuke, especially since being in the truck doesn't seem to be doing her any favors in terms of sustained attacks. she wants to see if she can get that guitar away, too, so she's aiming one knife at the weapon marceline holds, and one at the vampire herself. she uses amber again for the attack, but she's moving more slowly than she normally would due to her injuries, gritting her teeth against the pain.]
[ hot pants doesn't sound fine, but his thoughts are interrupted by a sharp pain, eliciting a startled honk. it stands to reason that if he can feel sensation, he can feel pain—but it's still jarring, making his nonexistent heart beat faster.
this 'condition' of his won't last forever. he doesn't have enough time to think. he just has to act; so once vin is done throwing her knives, he just does a desperate, hail mary shift in reverse to try and knock garou away from them again. and if he's able, there's some metallic thrown in the wheels—does that work on a car if it's technically a human? time to find out. ]
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You are standing in a fenced in area near a massive arena, made of twisted metal that forms a colossal dome. The ground you’re standing on is a dirty pale gray, and it kicks up dust as you walk, a chalky dust that covers everything around you. The arena is also gray with dust, most things appear to have been made out of pieces of slightly rusted sheet metal, but it’s hard to tell because it’s splattered in various neon colored paints and designs. The sky above you is a swirling, unnatural whirl of colors, like paint being spilled. There’s a cloudy gray, but neon colored clouds swirl within. The arena is surrounded by stands, which are crowded with inhuman faces, gnashing teeth and spiky outfits. They’re far away, but you can make out a crowd of colorful monsters and demons, all brightly neon colored and cheering for blood.
In the arena at present, two groups of three demons are fighting each other. You watch as a red demon summons a barrage of scarlet colored missiles, which strike a yellow demon holding a mace, sending them bleeding on the ground. A purple demon plays a harpsichord constructed from metal pipes, and the green demon by her side appears to grow larger in size and summons a green hail. One team is victorious, and the crowd cheers and hollers as they finish off the losing team. The green member of the victorious team doesn’t seem to want to finish off the yellow demon, however, and she is dragged off by enormous metallic guards and put to death as well.
… All of you are wearing your cool new outfits, by the way. Please describe them in the next tag, for our enjoyment. As you describe them, a voice from the sky rumbles.]
Welcome, champions. We’ve brought you here to see how you fight. If you succeed and impress us, you’ll be sent home safely.
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[Hot Pants...startles, at the sight of everything. The crowds. The demons. The twisted arena, the swirling sky. It's disorienting, beyond measure, but she shakes her head.]
What the...
[And then, she looks down, and...hoo boy, she sure is wearing something, alright - the skulls for shoulder pauldrons, the spikes on her back, the skeleton-like glove, the bulky heels. (And for her sake, she probably has thin dark pants on so her thighs aren't all exposed like that, but. It's still a Look!) She reaches up to touch her face, and the tips of her hands come away with black, the whole top of her face dusted with something like coal dust, dark.]
What..."champions"? [And she realizes she's not alone, glancing back.] H-Hey. Ryunosuke? Vin?
[WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON.]
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...Where are we? Is this the Prism?
[as the member of the winning team is being put to death and they hear the voice addressing them, though, that question starts to seem less important than what they should do.]
Should we try to run?
[probably not, considering what happened to the person who refused to fight just a moment ago, but going along with this also does not seem like a great plan to her.]
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he looks rapidly between the two of them, though he shuffles closer to vin on instinct, as though ready to grab her and run.
except that's clearly not an option. he visibly flinches as the other team is beaten down and left for dead. ]
I—I don't think they'll give us that option—!
[ he's looking around for where that voice is looming down on them from, because further instruction required please? ]
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Pick your weapons, champions. It would be smart to stick to what you’re good at. Win two fights, and you’ll be rewarded.
[You notice two large chests open before you. One contains a variety of weapons. You instinctively seem to know what type of skill (speed, strength, intelligence, charisma, wisdom) will work best with each weapon. The second chest contains spray cans in a variety of colors. You may pick one. You don’t know what these do, but you know that if you spray them onto your teeth, something will happen.
Choose your weapons: bat with nails innit (strength), chainsaw with blades on both ends (strength), throwing knives made out of broken glass and sheet weapons (dex), taser (dex), You Can Be A Doctor Too! Kit © H*sbro (wis), or Staff with a M*ck Truck Hood Ornament Glued Onto It (int).
Choose your spray can: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, chrome, pink.]
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[What was initial surprise and shock hardens, like stone, into something more determined. Is this the Prism's doing? Likely, given the colors. And so far, nobody else is around. Maybe the rest are trapped in arenas like this. For now, they can't do anything about that, and there's no visible way to escape, and as far as anything...]
[Well, in any situation, Hot Pants is fight over flight, always.]
I don't see any other way out of this. And I'd rather have something to use. [She's stepping up, considering, before picking up the bat with nails. She hefts it, and then her eyes move to the spray cans. Yes. She's plucking up the pink one. It's not her beloved Cream Starter, but...whatever. A glance over her shoulder.] Ryunosuke, stay behind me. I'll keep guard of you.
[Notably doesn't say this to Vin. She feels Vin can take care of herself.]
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to ryunosuke:]
...Yell if you need extra help.
[she trusts hot pants, though.]
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it's all happening very quickly. he has never felt so starkly normal in his life. ]
Hang on, we haven't even seen what we're supposed to be doing—?
[ win two fights against who? how? ]
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The crowd begins to roar again - a low hiss and then a stomping chant of MORE! MORE! MORE!
They may also notice, trapped in a cage outside the arena, a young girl. She's surrounded on either side by a metallic demon guard, carrying dangerous looking weapons. One of the metallic guards is holding a knife to her throat.
Vax's body is dragged away and the arena is cleared from the last fight and except for streaks of bright, blood across the ground and the kicked up dust. Enough to make you cough as the metal gates creak open with an ominous, groan of metal. You are free to walk into the arena. More than free, actually, there’s a few demons around you that are pushing and shoving you in so they can quickly close the gate behind you again.
On the other side, an equally rusty gate opens and steps a group of four, all looking equally as homoerotic and menacing as yourselves right now: 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.
In the chaos, you might almost miss as the booming voice once more shouts:
BEGIN!]
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[That's...Vax? She blinks, startled by his appearance, and before she can even register it, her eyes are drawn to the redheaded girl, shocked.]
C-Chinatsu?
[What is...going on? Vax is being dragged away. Something falls to the pit of her stomach here. People they know...is it really them? Just an illusion? She doesn't know. But she can't just lose focus here, not here, not now, not like that time, when things seemed so familiar, yet so alien-]
Four against three? Tch. [And she can guarantee that Ryunosuke doesn't have peak fighting ability here, or anything. Hot Pants shakes her head, sharpening her gaze.] Don't let them surround you, you two-!
[She's drawing the bat back in a hard stance, eyes darting between the four. Who should she focus on taking down, first? Who is the most dangerous here? She knows from experience, even someone who looks like they lack abilities, doesn't mean they don't have any.]
[...She makes a decision. She's moving in to swing the bat, hard, at the punk's chest.]
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[as soon as they're let in, she tries to follow after him, but - he's taken away before she can make it to the people dragging him away. that means she doesn't hesitate before turning to the other combatants; the best thing to do here, she thinks, is win both of these fights so she can try to find where they took him. since hot pants has the one with the taser handled, vin is glancing between the other two before sending one knife sailing towards the spellcaster and one towards the elderly man, both tossed with a flash of amber.
at the same time, her guard is up, waiting to see what they'll do.]
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Chinatsu!
[ but the roar of the crowd and the four people across from them don't leave any time to be distracted, to process—is this real? how much of it is more of the prism's strange provocations?—and he has to snap his attention to the fight when hot pants calls out.
he's never been in a... battle? like this? but there's green gathering with nervous, instinctive energy at his fingertips as he watches their weapons suddenly soar out, his attention locked on how their enemies ('enemies?' they haven't even done anything to these people—) react. ]
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MORE! MORE! MORE!
hot pants swings at the punk. he seems pretty quick on his feet, and the hit doesn't perfectly connect, slamming into his side with a squelching sound but as he dodges away, there isn't all that much blood there. his angry eyes flash fight back as he darts around and jams his taser into hot pants' side. it hurts, he seems to have jabbed her in just the right place that pain courses through her body, but it's not enough that she can't shake it off and keep going.
vin's knives flash bright amber as they fly through the air. but the old man is much faster than she realized he would be. he easily dodges the knife, as though it were nothing, darting around to the side in a smooth martial arts motion. however, rather than charge vin, he seems to go towards ryunosuke, trying to take a swing at him. his fists move almost too fast to see, and he'll feel at least one blow connect hard with his jaw.
the spellcaster is murmuring a spell to himself, and a wall of ice raises from the floor of the area, catching the other knife. both knives fly back to vin, but she'll find that they slash across her palms as she tries to grab onto them. however, when the spell caster attempts to send the wall of ice flying at vin, a shimmering green shield appears around her, protecting her from harm.
the leaves the kid with the battleaxe. it makes sense none of you focused on him, because he looks pretty young. too young to be in combat like this or much of a threat, right? but there's something feral in his eyes as he pulls a strange, twisted animal mask down over his face and charges at vin, striking her heavily with the battleaxe. the shimmering green shield breaks under the blow and shatters, and the axe comes down and slices into her shoulder painfully.
the crowd begins to scream and cheer when vin is struck with the axe.
Finish her! Finish her!]
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part 3
the loudspeaker roars.]
Who will be our new champions? Let's find out!
[given your dramatic entrance, you're first in initiative. there's garou with his chainsaw, kumon with his knives, and marceline with her guitar. what do you do?]
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[Sure. Why not. This won't be scarred into Hot Pant's mind for years to come.]
[She can't be focused on vehicular transformation, though. Diego falls with a shriek, and just like that, her mind, momentarily, is on that train again, and watching him fall, seeing the final blow, the final-]
[She shakes her head, grasping the bat and the spray can, and moves forward. Is there any way out of this that ends with all of them leaving? She recalls what happened earlier, with the demon being killed for showing mercy...]
[But anger flares, as it always does. Johnny is dead, and Diego is dead, and maybe they weren't the Johnny and Diego of her world, but it doesn't matter. Sometimes, all you can do is fight for those who relied on her, once upon a time.]
[She rushes forward to Kumon to launch a kick to his chest. A glimmer of hope, maybe that this won't end in what she knows it will end in. Maybe Kumon will give up, and she won't have to kill him.]
[Maybe, maybe, maybe.]
[Sure are a whole lot of maybes.]
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there's a lot of grief and anger here to process, but first he has to process... being a car. it's an extremely strange experience, but it's also his body? so it responds naturally enough, even if it makes no sense. he lets out a very confused VRRRMing noise before he rolls up and taps vin with a rearview window, and says: ]
HONK HONK
[ except they will be able to understand that he is talking to vin. (...Can you hear me? I can carry you.) he will drive her at a Target. ]
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...Thank you.
[she doesn't really have time for the wave of grief that's coursing through her as they drag kelsier's body away. she pulls out the spray paint and spreads it over her mouth again, hoping that rage from before will come back - not that she isn't already angry. she's also already grabbing her knives and throwing them with absolutely no hesitation at garou, a splash of green flying with them.]
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they charge in. Are we going to kill them? shouts Garou. Obviously! says Marceline. Kumon nods in determination as well, seemingly deciding to join the fight. hot pants rushes towards kumon. she tries to kick him in the chest, and it connects forcefully, but it doesn't seem as though it hurts the way a blow from the bat would. kumon returns with a thrust of his jagged glass knives. they pierce into hot pants' shoulder and chest, painfully sharp and thrumming with amber energy. she feels tired, although she can shrug it off, but that definitely hurt a lot.
meanwhile, vin and ryunosuke are all chaos. ryunosuke barrels towards garou. vin throws her knives, but garou manages to dodge out of the way, just in time to get mowed down by ryunosuke's monster truck. that looked very painful. poor garou. no one is focused on marceline, however, and she strums her guitar. a fire spell blazes out at vin. it crackles and burns her skin.
what now?]
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[Well, that hurts - Hot Pants recoils, pain lacing through her shoulder and chest. The window of mercy closes. There can't be any mercy here. She looks over and...there goes Garou. Poor, poor Garou.]
[She closes her eyes, just for a second. Garou, dead. Johnny, dead. Diego, dead once more.]
Shit.
[And a racing soaring of anger and strength as she pulls out the spray can, spraying over her mouth and tossing it aside, before she rages forward with a growl of a shout, aiming to smash the nail bat directly into the other's neck. No pain. Just the fight.]
[Theater kids must die.]
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that attack means that she's retaliating immediately, though, tossing both knives at marceline. they're accompanied by a flash of amber. glancing towards hot pants, though:]
Are you alright—?!
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the crush of bones is a feeling he'll not soon forget, but being a monster truck does somehow blunt the force of his oh god, is he dead? did i just kill him? thoughts enough that he doesn't spiral right away. instead, it's squealing tires over to where marceline is.
and can he cast spells as a car. time to try. ]
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hot pants sprays pink into her teeth. it doesn't immediately seem to do anything, but when she strikes her bat down on kumon, for a moment, she sees a chance to correct her stance, move into a better position. she swings, but the bat misses his neck, connecting with his shoulder instead. blood sprays, but it doesn't seem to finish him off. there's fury in kumon's face despite what a goofy kid he normally seems to be. he throws his knives. a shimmering green shield appears around hot pants for a moment, but the knives pierce through, driving deep into her arm and drawing blood.
vin throws her knives at marcy. when she uses the amber, for a moment she feels a piece protectiveness towards ryunosuke and hot pants. these two are all she has, and she will do anything to keep them safe. she can shake this feeling off, but it doesn't help either way when she takes a full blast of fire from marcy.
by the way, ryunosuke will start to get the feeling that he won't stay a monster truck forever...]
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[This isn't the Kumon she knows. Maybe that's better. Makes her feel less guilty for trying to kill him like this. Not that guilt matters, because the knives are going at her, and her arm jerks back, spurting blood.]
[She hears Vin call out to her, dimly, and she shakes, her body trembling, and cries out:]
I'm fine! Focus on the others-!
[And Garou isn't gone. Ah, well. Can't look at that, what with this going on. This isn't the worst she's had. Sometimes in the line of duty, you have to deal with whatever is thrown at you. Her arm was already wounded even before she came here, so this is just like icing on the already violent cake.]
It's over.
[It's over. She imbues the bat with amber this time, flaring, and staggers forward. Everything hurts. The blood is running down her front. It's fine. I'm fine.]
It's over-!
[And she's just aiming for the head this time.]
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this 'condition' of his won't last forever. he doesn't have enough time to think. he just has to act; so once vin is done throwing her knives, he just does a desperate, hail mary shift in reverse to try and knock garou away from them again. and if he's able, there's some metallic thrown in the wheels—does that work on a car if it's technically a human? time to find out. ]
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