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theairlock2017-11-12 01:32 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-11-12 01:32 pm
Week 5
[In a tragic yet seemingly inevitable turn of fate, the Champions have lost Zombina this week.
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.]
(( 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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He steps out onto the rink. With a flick of his wrist, the sabre handle in his hand swishes out into a long, lethal gold blade that glows like it's made of pure heat and light.
But he doesn't strike, sliding to dodge the first slash of Yuri's knife.]
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but he can't stop here. he's come this far.
yuri skates back a bit, then readies himself to do a butterfly, hoping to slice blaze up with the blades of his ice skates. ]
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He doesn't strike back.]
Ya wanna make me kill you, boyo?
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As if you weren't going to do that to begin with. I'm surprised you didn't send Rox out instead.
[ it's a real shame he has to fight the good cop. ]
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She'd'a just fried ya with that thing on your arm or shot ya.
But now y'attacked an Overseer. I'm not allowed to let ya off with a warning for that.
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[ if he's going to die here, he's going to make it count. he skates at blaze full speed again, holding his knife up, aiming right for his eyes. ]
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Stubborn boy.
[But there's something almost exasperatedly fond in the way he says it, too. He swings to the side to dodge the knife again. As Yuri skates past and Blaze tries to turn to meet him, his shoe slips on the ice and he loses focus as he has to regain his footing.]
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there's an opening.
he has to do this. for his friends, for his grandpa, for everyone here who's stuck in this god forsaken program.
he goes for another butterfly move, not really caring where the blades land, as long as it hits blaze somewhere where it hurts. ]
cw: eye gore
His vision completely whites out for a second as he falls to the ice, hot blood running down his face. The gash cuts across his face from his left cheekbone up over his right brow, having barely missed completely blinding him. It's hard to see the damage through the utter mess, but clear fluid leaks down his cheek from where that eye used to be like thick, gelatinous tears.
He bares his teeth, ignoring the blood that runs over his lip and into his mouth. The heat from his sword slickens the ice a little, and he raises himself up onto one elbow in preparation of trying to get to his feet.]
cw: slight emeto
yuri skates back....but he sees what he's done, and he feels sick. even though he know that what's happened to blaze is making his stomach churn, and he...
he can't stop here. he grits his teeth. yuri plisetsky is ready to murder a man.
he yells, skating at blaze again, holding his knife up and going for the kill-- ]
Punishment: Blades of Glory
Blaze looks up at him with his one good eye, but even though his eye's been brutalized there's no hatred in the remaining one.]
...Sorry, boy.
[And then he surges up, and Yuri gasps, chokes as the blade sinks even deeper, blue eyes going wide as blood drips from his slack lips, onto Blaze's shirt.
The knife clatters to the ice when Yuri's arm falls limp. His eyelids sag and his muscles go slack and Blaze pushes up again, more gently, catches Yuri's shoulder as the golden blade disappears back into the handle of his sabre and rolls the boy onto his back on the ice. The wound was instantly cauterized by heat, the only blood on Yuri's body from Blaze's hand and splattered on one of his skates.
Yuri Plisetsky is dead.
Blaze gets to his feet slowly, unsteadily, once it's over. The ice is slippery with hot blood, and he's not wearing shoes with good traction, and the throbbing of his wound is, for lack of a better word, blinding.
But he bends down again and carefully shuffles Yuri's body into his arms, carrying him off the ice and leaving him lying on one of the pool chairs. He leaves bloody smears on the boy's eyelids when he closes them, gives the body a pat on the shoulder, and walks out of the room.]
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Yuri...you fuckin' moron.
[ She's not crying yet but when she sees his note to her she sure will be HAHA. ]