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nexus_crossings2020-10-09 10:32 pm
mrhix) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-10-09 10:32 pm
Ki ki ki, ma ma ma!
Jason has found the Arena.
When left to his own devices and allowed to wander the Nexus freely with none capable or willing to stop him. It was inevitable.
He has not left in a day and a half and in that time he has not tired of killing. As unannounced as he was unexpected his powerful body, fueled by his cursed nature kept him strong and even now he does not abate.
The MC is clearly fearful. The crowd who once brayed desperately for more violence have long gone quiet and many have left, perhaps to seek help. Only those who feel they have a chance to stop him or are too captivated by the grim spectacle to move remain.
The last one he felled was a being he did not know. A screaming man with a funny head and sharp teeth now lay dead at his feet in his glorious metallic uniform.
Many colors of blood decorated his machete. His beaten body sported cuts and bruises that were fresh.
His head turned silently to the MC under the bright light of the lamps and spotlights that illuminated the fighting pit. The MC's position meant Jason could not harm him, a lesson he was slow to learn, but that did not keep the challengers from dying.
The MC gulped and made ready to announce the latest challenger, fighting the fatigue of being held there for almost two days and not allowed any rest but for how long the next combat might last.
The ringed cage has a supporting balcony and many places to watch, not all of which were empty.
"who..." The MC paused as the words caught in their throat "ahem, WHO HAS THE COURAGE TO STEP INTO THE RING WITH OUR... REIGNING CHAMPION?" they looked about desperately for someone, anyone who would end this.
(warning, character death is both encouraged and expected, if that's not for you then don't worry about it but you'd better let me know clearly. There is currently no anti-violence field in the Arena. You have been warned.)
When left to his own devices and allowed to wander the Nexus freely with none capable or willing to stop him. It was inevitable.
He has not left in a day and a half and in that time he has not tired of killing. As unannounced as he was unexpected his powerful body, fueled by his cursed nature kept him strong and even now he does not abate.
The MC is clearly fearful. The crowd who once brayed desperately for more violence have long gone quiet and many have left, perhaps to seek help. Only those who feel they have a chance to stop him or are too captivated by the grim spectacle to move remain.
The last one he felled was a being he did not know. A screaming man with a funny head and sharp teeth now lay dead at his feet in his glorious metallic uniform.
Many colors of blood decorated his machete. His beaten body sported cuts and bruises that were fresh.
His head turned silently to the MC under the bright light of the lamps and spotlights that illuminated the fighting pit. The MC's position meant Jason could not harm him, a lesson he was slow to learn, but that did not keep the challengers from dying.
The MC gulped and made ready to announce the latest challenger, fighting the fatigue of being held there for almost two days and not allowed any rest but for how long the next combat might last.
The ringed cage has a supporting balcony and many places to watch, not all of which were empty.
"who..." The MC paused as the words caught in their throat "ahem, WHO HAS THE COURAGE TO STEP INTO THE RING WITH OUR... REIGNING CHAMPION?" they looked about desperately for someone, anyone who would end this.
(warning, character death is both encouraged and expected, if that's not for you then don't worry about it but you'd better let me know clearly. There is currently no anti-violence field in the Arena. You have been warned.)
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((OOC: I see! Thanks! Well, the primary reason I haven't played this character before is that he's kind of a crazed serial killer himself, lol. That's why they don't let him out, he rips people to bits and makes *arts* out of them. So they're gonna have fun.))
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Though he shows no fear of this.
His arms flail about as his mask and head are crumpled to mush in the large mechanical talons of Buzzsaw.
Though functionally immortal, not even he can last long without his head. After a startlingly long few moments of standing and wobbling Jason's body falls in a heap on the floor.
The MC marvels at the short but gruesome spectacle they had just witnessed.
"Dear Viewers, we, we have a NEW CHAMPION!"
Elation is heard from the remaining crowd as they lavish accolades on Buzzsaw.
((OOC. Don't know what you expected to happen here. Maybe with his machete Jason might have been able to last longer but since ya took that out right and quick there was no hope for him to last. Congratulations, you've got the bad guy. See you next Friday 13th.))
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