Week 5

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Week 5

[In a tragic yet seemingly inevitable turn of fate, the Champions have lost Zombina this week. OsoKaramatsu and Korra, too, are gone, both having fallen in their attempts to help their fellow Champions out of terrible circumstances.

Again, the Champions will find themselves experiencing strange dreams on Sunday night, until they're awakened by C.E.C.E.'s announcement. This is all starting to become routine.]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your third trial, you have unlocked the fourth floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.!

[The trash compactor is completely shiny and new again. In addition, the profiles on the P.I.P.s still inticate that Karamatsu is dead. Because of course he is, right?

Fuck you.]


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(( Welcome to Week 5! Don't forget to check in and submit your memory regains! Turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! ))

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[le_mat]

[he had been greatly enjoying Kaiba's little speech- the other teen much better with words then he'd ever be.

If he wasn't giddy with half victories or a concussion or the fact that half the nerves in his brain were firing off randomly from the electricity... Maybe he would have seen it coming.

The tazing was kinder.

There was also no blood, thanks to the heat, but the pain was visceral and deeper then anything he'd ever felt. And worse yet was how bright everything was suddenly.

He howled, couching his face and thinking wildly "at least my glasses are gone or they'd melt to my face"

But other then that, he didn't think much. ]

[playthedamncard]

[A step too far, then. But it's provoking a reaction. Which is something they haven't seen out of her since Chloe. When the phone goes, his instinct is to reach for it, but his arms are prickly little noodles, and before he can even go for it--

The blow lances Akira across the face and into his. The heat first, and then the literally blinding pain comes shooting after. He can hear his own skin crackling, instantly cauterized. His breath catches in his throat, whatever's left of it, leaving him hiccuping a few shocked noises before he screams, howling pain ripped out of him as he keels over. He can't tell his own cries from Akira's, but he knows, even through the insane pain. This is his fault.]

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[theoverseeing]

[Rox lets out an animalistic snarl, one the teenagers at her feet probably can't even hear over their own howls of pain, and pulls back for one more swing. Just one and they'll be out of her hair and she'll be one step closer to leading this round to an Ultimate Champion. She swings down-]

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[theoversaw]

[-and Blaze steps between her and the wounded boys, grabbing both her wrists with one hand and forcing them and the sword high above her head.]

That's enough! Ya said yourself they didn't lay a finger on ya! Let it go, Petuu!

[Rox struggles against his grip, snarling something at him that sounds distinctly alien, but after a few moments she draws in a slow, sharp breath and her relaxes white knuckled grip on the lazersword. Blaze touches some hidden switch on it and the blade vanishes. He wrestles it from her grip and she stumbles backwards, unsteady on her feet for just a moment before she bends down to pick up her abandoned phone and vanish back around the same corner she came from without another word or glance back to see the damage she'd inflicted.

Blaze remains, ignoring the searing pain in his own wounded eye, to grab both Kaiba and Akira under each arm and heave them up like they weigh nothing to him. He moves quickly, especially for a wounded man his size, to carry them back toward the doors at the end of the hall.]

CECE, make an announcement. Get the rest of 'em together to get these two taken care of.