As he watched, the ball seemed to be shrinking and shrinking. Noises seemed to be coming from down inside it, disgusting sounds that made Willow queasy. A sickening sound seemed to be coming from the pool of darkness and Willow could barely hear it. Listening to it made him want to vomit. The arena was dead silent, listening, and the sounds were that much louder from inside. When a loud retching gag was heard from inside, Willow gagged as well.
A few moments later, a woman’s half-muted scream was heard again, and suddenly, Clairi’s body went flying out of the darkness, blood pouring from the front half of her body, finally landing on her stomach, eyes wide open, staring into the distance. The medics were on her in a second, doing their best to repair the damage to her body. Willow stared into the arena, at the stream of blood and slimy sheen of viscera underneath the glowing overhead lights, and the vomit on the psychic’s body and he dropped to his knees, fingers threaded through the fence, having lost his ability to stand. Screaming and applause filled the stadium.
He watched as Clairi’s body was teleported from the arena. The pool of darkness dissipated, leaving Void standing in the center, holding her stuffed bunny and standing in front of a pool of vomit and blood. Void giggled and looked up to Firecracker, extending her outstretched hand to him, as if inviting him to play.
All the color and amusement was out of Firecracker’s arrogant face as he saw the destruction that little girl had wrought, but he started walking towards Void, ready to begin the battle. The nausea overwhelmed Willow and he ran out of the arena, running towards the nearest trashcan beginning to vomit into it, shaking uncontrollably. Once he was outside, he wasn't even quite sure what had happened. The details were fuzzy but the horror he'd seen had been real.
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Void giggled, her black hair waving slightly. Mr. Bun began waving his arms excitedly. Down on the field, Void asked the other opponent a question. Clairi kept her eyes on her, standing stock still. The dark haired girl began circling. Suddenly, the field was enveloped in pure darkness, pitch black.
“WHAT?” Willow demanded, frustrated. What is happening? that girl must have done this. She’s a darkness type, then. He added that to his notes. He’d no more than finished typing when the noises started. Crying, whimpering… then the screaming started. The screaming was loud and agonizing and caused Willow to sit stock still, terrified and confused at the noises he was hearing. The screaming grew muffled, like the noise of someone screaming around something in their mouth and the ball of darkness began to get smaller, and the laughing… Willow’s heart was pounding stupidly in fear.
I can’t face her. I can’t face this. I don’t even… I can’t even see this. But I’m so scared and I can’t even see it. Willow stared into the ball, trying to figure out what it was. He ran to the fence. He could hear someone laughing. He heard a woman’s voice, Void’s, saying, “What’s that? You want to surrender…? Well, I won’t let you. Not yet.”
Willow’s stomach twisted into nauseated knots. He could say he’d never attended a villain’s arena battle before. This- this was something he couldn’t handle.
“WHAT?” Willow demanded, frustrated. What is happening? that girl must have done this. She’s a darkness type, then. He added that to his notes. He’d no more than finished typing when the noises started. Crying, whimpering… then the screaming started. The screaming was loud and agonizing and caused Willow to sit stock still, terrified and confused at the noises he was hearing. The screaming grew muffled, like the noise of someone screaming around something in their mouth and the ball of darkness began to get smaller, and the laughing… Willow’s heart was pounding stupidly in fear.
I can’t face her. I can’t face this. I don’t even… I can’t even see this. But I’m so scared and I can’t even see it. Willow stared into the ball, trying to figure out what it was. He ran to the fence. He could hear someone laughing. He heard a woman’s voice, Void’s, saying, “What’s that? You want to surrender…? Well, I won’t let you. Not yet.”
Willow’s stomach twisted into nauseated knots. He could say he’d never attended a villain’s arena battle before. This- this was something he couldn’t handle.
I noticed when you have an RP over multiple pages... like 2-3-4 (my friend and I are copying our RP from email to here because we like it more here), you can only navigate from page 1, to 2, to 3, to 4, you can't skip from 1 to 4. It's nothing that needs concerning about right away but it's something I'd like to see in the next few weeks. :)
Edit: wow, I have no idea how to mention features I'd like without sounding demanding. No rush at all. I know everyone involved is working really hard.
Edit: wow, I have no idea how to mention features I'd like without sounding demanding. No rush at all. I know everyone involved is working really hard.
Willow decided to enter the villain’s arena, and the sheer weight of the sound was painful. He flinched at it, but took his seat anyway. The other villains sneered at him and threatened him, but Willow knew he would get a lot worse of it if he left without the information for Steelia. He looked down into the arena, his eyes looking over the villains standing there, and they were certainly two impressive figures.
Down on stage, the villain on the number one pedestal jumped up and down, waving his arms and grinning like an idiot at the crowd who screamed vicious bloody murder at his excitement. His yellow, skin tight lycra suit was a disaster to look at. His hair was a gradient from yellow to orange to red, showing clearly what his powers were. His arms flailing, he smacked the person to his right. The number two villain shot him a wicked glare.
The announcers, Frank and Veronica were loudly announcing the contestants, in eager, excited voices. “And the first place fighter for the villain category, wow, isn’t he SO hot, Veronica?” Frank laughed, looking at his companion.
“He sure is! In number one place, villain Firecracker is DYNAMITE in the arena, fans!” Veronica yelled, and the fans screamed. “Firecracker has singlehandedly caused more damage to his opponents in the arena than any other junior we’ve had here! The third degree burns over their entire bodies, charred skin, delicious aroma of charred flesh, can you just SMELL it, fans!” the fans were screaming, and the arena was loud and shaking, practically from the inside out. “Yes! He is a true fighter, a SHOO-IN for today’s victory, everyone! Firecracker has it in the BAG, ladies and gentleman!” The arena screamed even louder, the audience’s excitement was overwhelming and deafening.
“Now, now, Veronica, don’t underestimate the young lady in the number two position,” Frank announced. “Our very own psychic queen, Clairi,” The crowd began screaming and calling for her, loudly and enthusiastically. Clairi gave the crowd a small smile. She lifted one hand, giving a small wave, and the crowd began to scream. “Clairi, the lovely lady who has an eerie ability to sense her opponents attacks before they even know they’re going to make them!”
“Oh you are not EVEN converting me to Team Psychic, Frank! I am Team Fire all the way!” He and Veronica laughed. “Oh, but you know, in this junior competition, things are constantly changing. Number ones to fives, fives to ones, it’s a churning mass of young, talented powers. I’ve never seen a more talented grade than this junior class, it’s like a maelstrom of powers.”
“That it is.” Frank agreed. “And who can forget the lady in the number three spot?... Um… actually, who is that?” All eyes in the arena turned to look at the girl standing there, short black hair, long and flowing down to her ankles, wearing a black jumpsuit, with a small black rabbit doll in her hands. “Seriously. I don’t remember a single one of her matches. Do you remember them, Veronica?”
“Not at all, Frank. That makes her a total dark horse in this… excuse me, dark rabbit,” she laughed a bit. “In this competition! Let’s get her information up on the board,” she swept her hand up at the screen. The girl’s face, a grim slash, flashed up on the screen, along with her name, Janice, and her villain name, Void. “Let’s see this thing start! Is Lady Void going to challenge the beautiful Clairi?” she held out the microphone.
Void took the microphone in a delicate hand, looking up at Veronica, and then looking at Firecracker, before looking down at her mic. “Of-” the microphone sputtered out some feedback and she stopped, before trying again. “I, Void, and Mr. Bun-” the bunny waved an arm, “-challenge Clairi to a battle to take her second place. Following her, I challenge Firecracker. I don’t repeat myself, so the moment she’s eliminated, step yourself up.” she handed the microphone back to Veronica, walking out to the center of the arena.
Clairi hesitated but nodded smoothly. Veronica asked for her input, and Clairi reached for the mic. “I accept her challenge.”
“But what do you think about it? Are you enthusiastic? Are you going to take her down?” Frank pressed.
Clairi looked out onto the field. “I’m sorry… I try not to reveal spoilers.” She handed the microphone back, before heading onto the field, ready to take on the young girl clutching a teddy bear.
Willow frowned. Frank and Veronica were right. Who was this girl? He’d been studying, and he’d even compiled a loose sort of database of heroes and villains in the school, and she was missing from his data. He looked up, before looking back down. He had a villain named Eronysis in the third position, according to his data... He realized that his count had indeed been off. He didn’t have an equal number of heroes to villains. He added Void in at the number three spot, moving everyone else down. Willow had a bad feeling about this. How did I possibly miss including her completely on the ranking? He looked up. He raised his phone and snapped a photo of the girl in the arena, frowning at it. Just to be safe, he named it Void.
Down on stage, the villain on the number one pedestal jumped up and down, waving his arms and grinning like an idiot at the crowd who screamed vicious bloody murder at his excitement. His yellow, skin tight lycra suit was a disaster to look at. His hair was a gradient from yellow to orange to red, showing clearly what his powers were. His arms flailing, he smacked the person to his right. The number two villain shot him a wicked glare.
The announcers, Frank and Veronica were loudly announcing the contestants, in eager, excited voices. “And the first place fighter for the villain category, wow, isn’t he SO hot, Veronica?” Frank laughed, looking at his companion.
“He sure is! In number one place, villain Firecracker is DYNAMITE in the arena, fans!” Veronica yelled, and the fans screamed. “Firecracker has singlehandedly caused more damage to his opponents in the arena than any other junior we’ve had here! The third degree burns over their entire bodies, charred skin, delicious aroma of charred flesh, can you just SMELL it, fans!” the fans were screaming, and the arena was loud and shaking, practically from the inside out. “Yes! He is a true fighter, a SHOO-IN for today’s victory, everyone! Firecracker has it in the BAG, ladies and gentleman!” The arena screamed even louder, the audience’s excitement was overwhelming and deafening.
“Now, now, Veronica, don’t underestimate the young lady in the number two position,” Frank announced. “Our very own psychic queen, Clairi,” The crowd began screaming and calling for her, loudly and enthusiastically. Clairi gave the crowd a small smile. She lifted one hand, giving a small wave, and the crowd began to scream. “Clairi, the lovely lady who has an eerie ability to sense her opponents attacks before they even know they’re going to make them!”
“Oh you are not EVEN converting me to Team Psychic, Frank! I am Team Fire all the way!” He and Veronica laughed. “Oh, but you know, in this junior competition, things are constantly changing. Number ones to fives, fives to ones, it’s a churning mass of young, talented powers. I’ve never seen a more talented grade than this junior class, it’s like a maelstrom of powers.”
“That it is.” Frank agreed. “And who can forget the lady in the number three spot?... Um… actually, who is that?” All eyes in the arena turned to look at the girl standing there, short black hair, long and flowing down to her ankles, wearing a black jumpsuit, with a small black rabbit doll in her hands. “Seriously. I don’t remember a single one of her matches. Do you remember them, Veronica?”
“Not at all, Frank. That makes her a total dark horse in this… excuse me, dark rabbit,” she laughed a bit. “In this competition! Let’s get her information up on the board,” she swept her hand up at the screen. The girl’s face, a grim slash, flashed up on the screen, along with her name, Janice, and her villain name, Void. “Let’s see this thing start! Is Lady Void going to challenge the beautiful Clairi?” she held out the microphone.
Void took the microphone in a delicate hand, looking up at Veronica, and then looking at Firecracker, before looking down at her mic. “Of-” the microphone sputtered out some feedback and she stopped, before trying again. “I, Void, and Mr. Bun-” the bunny waved an arm, “-challenge Clairi to a battle to take her second place. Following her, I challenge Firecracker. I don’t repeat myself, so the moment she’s eliminated, step yourself up.” she handed the microphone back to Veronica, walking out to the center of the arena.
Clairi hesitated but nodded smoothly. Veronica asked for her input, and Clairi reached for the mic. “I accept her challenge.”
“But what do you think about it? Are you enthusiastic? Are you going to take her down?” Frank pressed.
Clairi looked out onto the field. “I’m sorry… I try not to reveal spoilers.” She handed the microphone back, before heading onto the field, ready to take on the young girl clutching a teddy bear.
Willow frowned. Frank and Veronica were right. Who was this girl? He’d been studying, and he’d even compiled a loose sort of database of heroes and villains in the school, and she was missing from his data. He looked up, before looking back down. He had a villain named Eronysis in the third position, according to his data... He realized that his count had indeed been off. He didn’t have an equal number of heroes to villains. He added Void in at the number three spot, moving everyone else down. Willow had a bad feeling about this. How did I possibly miss including her completely on the ranking? He looked up. He raised his phone and snapped a photo of the girl in the arena, frowning at it. Just to be safe, he named it Void.
"It probably couldn't hurt to go and get intel on our competition," Willow's voice drifted into the kitchen, sounding lazy. "So we know what we're up against."
"Good idea, Willow. You go and get information and report back to me. You're just wasting away on the couch anyway. When you get back, by the way, we're going to go exercise together. I think I'd like to take a jog all the way down to the post office, you know, the one out on the far edge of town, what is that, 10 miles? And we're not quitting until we get back to this building or you die," Lydia leaned in the doorframe. Willow looked at the TV and opened his mouth. "Or you can stay here and we can start right now."
Willow was out the door in a moment, not even turning the TV off.
"Good riddance. Go do something useful." Lydia muttered, glancing at Adrian. "Nice to see you with clothes on." She disappeared into the dining room.
"Good idea, Willow. You go and get information and report back to me. You're just wasting away on the couch anyway. When you get back, by the way, we're going to go exercise together. I think I'd like to take a jog all the way down to the post office, you know, the one out on the far edge of town, what is that, 10 miles? And we're not quitting until we get back to this building or you die," Lydia leaned in the doorframe. Willow looked at the TV and opened his mouth. "Or you can stay here and we can start right now."
Willow was out the door in a moment, not even turning the TV off.
"Good riddance. Go do something useful." Lydia muttered, glancing at Adrian. "Nice to see you with clothes on." She disappeared into the dining room.
The next morning, Steelia got up early and got dressed, finding herself reaching for her nicer workout wear, the kind she wore to marathons. She hesitated but pulled them on anyway, brushing her hair back into its usual ponytail. She picked up her water bottle, filling it in the sink of her personal bathroom, and turned up her music, sliding her headphones on. She stopped a servant, and asked them to have lunch ready for her when she returned at 12:30. She headed out, ready to go for her morning run.
About noon, Willow was lying in the living room, staring at the 72-inch tv with awe in his eyes. "This is the biggest, most clear and beautiful picture I've ever seen," he murmured, lying on the ultra-plush couch, staring at the tv with a zoned look on his face. "I could lie here forever... and I don't even have to get up. Servants just bring me anything I ask for. If only I didn't have to pee," he murmured. Lydia came in, a sheen of sweat all over her, and her music pounding. He waved at her as she passed.
She ignored him, heading towards the dining hall, removing her headphones. "Lazy slug," she hurled at him as she passed. Willow shrugged a shoulder.
About noon, Willow was lying in the living room, staring at the 72-inch tv with awe in his eyes. "This is the biggest, most clear and beautiful picture I've ever seen," he murmured, lying on the ultra-plush couch, staring at the tv with a zoned look on his face. "I could lie here forever... and I don't even have to get up. Servants just bring me anything I ask for. If only I didn't have to pee," he murmured. Lydia came in, a sheen of sweat all over her, and her music pounding. He waved at her as she passed.
She ignored him, heading towards the dining hall, removing her headphones. "Lazy slug," she hurled at him as she passed. Willow shrugged a shoulder.
"I'd consider myself all work and no play..." Lydia lifted herself out of the water. "And I would normally not be so unconfident if I hadn't had today's victory tied up and neatly placed into my lap, like I'm an incompetant bitch who can't hold water." She got out of the hot tub and stretched, the water pooling on the floor. She picked up one of the towels and wrapped it around her waist. "And dicks are too much work. There's maintainence, upkeep, you have to upgrade to a new model every 100,000 miles or so... Just not my thing." She stretched. "You kids have fun though."
"Like I'd be jealous of Dillon." Lydia turned up her nose at him. "What's the point in being attractive here? We're here to work hard and succeed, not pick up chicks and dicks." She closed her eyes and listened to them chattering about the other villains, the ones Adrian had defeated through his hard work and efforts. Unlike me. I got lucky knocking Dynabane out of the ring and then Mythos let me have it. I worked so hard. I ran for miles every day and benched cars until my muscles bled and built up my pain tolerence and for what. Some celebration this is. "Good job, Steelia, you certainly let them hand you your victory like the delicate woman you are." Even if she were healed, her body and mind still remembered the wounds, as if they were still there.
"Congratulations on earning your victory," Lydia murmured. "I've heard that the wounds inflicted at our tournament are love bites compared to what we'll be coming up against in the exit exam... I still have the mental fatigue from today's matches... I smelled like an outdoor barbeque." She finished her drink, setting it aside. "I plan on all but killing myself to get ready for the exit exams. Which means I need to get to bed pretty soon to be up by 5:30."
"Congratulations on earning your victory," Lydia murmured. "I've heard that the wounds inflicted at our tournament are love bites compared to what we'll be coming up against in the exit exam... I still have the mental fatigue from today's matches... I smelled like an outdoor barbeque." She finished her drink, setting it aside. "I plan on all but killing myself to get ready for the exit exams. Which means I need to get to bed pretty soon to be up by 5:30."
Lydia was satisfied with his answer, mostly, before stretching out a bit. "Honestly, I can't say I ever looked at Benjamin that way. I don't even see people if they don't matter." She took a drink of her diet pepsi. "And I'm thinking the four of us are all that's going to matter here, in the long term... Hey, wait a second," she sat up. "Son of a bitch. Willow took first place and didn't even tell me. I didn't even question why he was here. I can't believe he didn't even tell me he won... I'll kick his ass later for that." The water felt too nice to be angry for long. She found a new complaint after a bit, muttering to herself. "Pfft. She has a better ass... she can have her better ass. I'm too busy running and exercising to have an ass." She reached up and tightened her pony tail.
Nope, not plotting to hurt you, just eye fucking you. Lydia headed to the kitchen, leaving him with Dillon, much to her relief. She leaned against the counter, her drink in her hand. Ughhh, so awkward. ...You're being so silly, Lydia, she thought after a moment. He won't remember any of this in the morning. She managed to trudge back to the jacuzzi, sliding back down into it, the hot water sliding over her skin. "So. Adrian," Lydia tipped her head back. "Whose breast size do you like more, mine or Dillon's?" With the tentative promise of anonymity, she decided to have a little fun with Adrian. Plus, she was genuinely curious. Hell, why not. "I mean, I'm a pretty good sized handful..."
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