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Post by Ladybug on Jan 8, 2023 13:45:06 GMT 9
DANCING WITH THE STARS
(ON ICE)!⠊⠉⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠑⠞ ⠽⠕⠥
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orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 770
Trainer Class: 
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Post by orioncayge on Jan 9, 2023 20:59:25 GMT 9
Orion’s partner would appear from a shimmering mist, dressed to the nines in something that would have been considered drip in 1789. With a bow, the fluffy pink bulldog would motion to the ice. “I dare say, it should be you who takes the stage first. Warm them up and I’ll drop in and we’ll take them by storm.” With a raised the bull would raise a fist in the air over head, just high enough for Orion to bump fists without having to stoop down.
“With pleasure,” Orion took a deep breath, cracked his neck and dashed onto the ice sliding forward. He’d never ice skated, but he had rollerbladed and he was hoping to hell and back that the skills were close enough to translate. With a flourish he would strike a pose, waiting before beginning. As if to cue him, a spectral symphony began to fill their air, with an heir of the elegance of yore, plus a bit of new fashion flair, Orion found a beat to spit to. His moves would start simple, testing the friction of the ice and warming his own frigid legs up. Bouncing lighly on the balls of his feet, Orion would initiate with a white boy two step, or as it's actually called in dancing terms, a "Rock Step." One hand would be held out in front of him, bobbing lightly up and down the beat of the music as if he was some sort of "8 Mile" Style MC at a rap battle.
“Ayo guess it’s time to take the fucking stage,
If you need something to call me, my name’s Orion Hunter Cayge.
I’m here to win, no need to play nice,
But first I guess I need to break the fuckin Ice.
I got bars like a basement in the twenties, I fucking rule.
I ball hard on these monkeys, call me king K Rool.
I’m a thoroughbred all American champion just like fellow star,
Why don’t you go ahead and tell em who you are.”
Orion would strike a cocky pose, beckoning his canine compatriot onto the ice. At this point Granbullton would take to the ice skating with a practiced grace of any well to do white man in the 1780’s, back when swagger truly meant something, taking his place to the right of Orion. And would begin with a rather stately entrance, contrasting sharply with the bombastic tone of his his hooligan hypeman.
“My name is Alexander Granbulton,
And there’s a million things I haven’t done..."
A toothy grin would cross his face as he struck a pose similar to Orion
"But lose at a contest like this won’t be fucking one!”
The two would slap hands and launch into a swanky sort of bastardized ballroom dance, Orion taking the lead and Alexander following along. It takes the basic flow of what your would imagine a formal event in the 18th century and adds a scandalous amount of hip gyration.
“With me and my right hand man we’ll keep this show under our command”
“And with my wit and his flow we’re sure to steal the show.”
“And when we both flex our might they’ll tell the story of tonight!
How we styled on these clowns and turned their whole world upside down!”
“Alexander!” “And Orion!”
“Here to turn this stage into the eye of a hurricane!”(Sung in Unison)
The two would end their dance with a stylish pose, each with a hand in the form of a finger gun pointed into the air mimicking the stylized play by Lin Manuel Miraidon, before sliding out of the way for the next to take the stage. Spotting Laguna, Orion would level his finger gun at her and give a playfull pew.
“Bring your A game Blue, cause you’re gonna be the Aron Brrr to my Granbulton and I’m not throwing away my shot.”
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diva
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Player Character
Posts: 173
Trainer Class: Charmer
Player Name: allen collins
OOC Username: cupid
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Post by diva on Jan 10, 2023 1:19:08 GMT 9
And so there they were, back at it again with Chanda Mama staring them down and daring them to mess up. It was a challenge that she absolutely wouldn't pass up. Not when she had cut her teeth so to say on the fact that she'd unlocked charmer from the first event. There was no telling what would happen this time though. It seemed to be a winner take all sort of event. So she needed to make sure that she won. A skating costume was in order, considering that was one caveats. That they would need to sing, dance and skate in order to be a winner. It had rhinestones and glitter and glimmer on it. Meaning hopefully it would be a great way to drag the spotlight away from other competitors. The fact that she was paired with Bill Hadeerling was fun as well. She'd seen every movie Bill Hader had been in. Religiously. Because she might have had a celebrity crush on him. So while he looked... Quite a bit different as a winter deerling and human combination the awkward mop of hair that sat on top of his head was still there. Dressed to match her as well with his own skating costume. Sure everyone could be wearing the same thing but where would the fun be in that? Glitter and glam was where it was at. Bill offered her a hand as it was finally their turn. She didn't feel like they wouldn't be able to follow any of the other acts. They would stand out as much as they could. Doubt wasn't a thing that she really believed in when it came to UNOVR. Head held high she let her partner lead her out onto the ice, movements fluid as she adjusted to the brisk temperature. At least it wasn't a cracked or thin ice like she initially worried about with Chanda Mama. The smooth jazz number started and that meant it was their cue to actually start dancing. Akin to the 'Wonderwall by Oasis' phenomenon the basics of the song probably sounded very familiar as they skated in time on the ice. Counting in her head the number of moments before the lyrics started Diva focused on skating backwards, swept up in Bill Hadeerling's arms as they improvised a semi-swing dance routine on the ice. In real life she could never do this, but luckily this wasn't real life. And she really hoped that this gamble paid off. "Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you By now, you shoulda somehow realised what a Diva's gotta do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now." It was a calm and gentle performance. The epitome of grace as she was carefully lifted and spun. It was awkward to sing and dance at the same time but she trusted the process. She trusted her partner. After all the game wouldn't program something to cause her actual harm. And Chanda Mama hadn't thrown any real curveballs at them yet. "And backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before, but Bill's never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now." It was almost time for the drop. Almost time for them to get to the actual part of the performance together. It was very strange to hear Bill Hader's voice come out of the Bill Hadeerling body, and she wondered if they'd had to pay the actors that they borrowed the voice banks from or if this was something on the downlow. Something she would probably have to ask marketing if she got really curious. The pair slowed before the pre-chorus, barely moving on the ice as they sung together for it. It was now or never after this portion. "And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how." And then. The light's go off. And the music stops... And then starts once more. The lights come back on and the tone has changed, with Diva skating forward towards Bill, assuming to push him backwards as it was his turn to be pushed around on the ice. Hand on his chest as they turned the routine aggressive. "Deer, player, ah, get it Fraud, player, ah, get it I understand, I understand You ain't the man, you ain't a man Deer-ling, Deer-ling, Deer-ling." There was nothing in the rules to a two part performance as they skated aggressively across the ice. Her eyes on fire as she poured a little too much into the performance over her frustration with other men. It wasn't anything that Bill Hadeerling had done personally. He was just the one in closest proximity. But he was definitely taking it like a champ, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her on the ice in a faux attempt to get away from her as the music rose and rose. "I'm losin' my patience, this ain't stayin' in the lab There's more sides to the story, I'ma tell everybody Had your ass sittin' Timberlands your arm around me Had your ass sittin' first class with your burnt ass out in the Steppe."Grabbing onto him she swung him around as well, only to end up with her back to his chest, wrapped in his arms and held there as she kept her breathing as even as she could. It was a lot of workout, even if it was in a game. It was the best way to end the routine really. The best way she knew how at least. It was dramatic. It had flare. And hopefully the introduction was good enough even if it was small at the beginning.
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Allotta Bambooga
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Corruption Crusher
Player Character
Posts: 241
Trainer Class: Kindler
Player Name: Kekoa Kura
OOC Username: Strawberry
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Post by Allotta Bambooga on Jan 10, 2023 3:11:10 GMT 9
Through video game magic, the lights grow low. A soft 1989 style beat kicks up, reminiscent of a popular song currently playing on the radio. But also not quite the same for copyright reasons, you know? Allotta skates to the center of the ice, steam hissing up from her feet as she does so. Much like diva, she's undergone a costume change- a black and grey shawl type outfit that hangs over her body. White gems drip from it at all angles. Tailow Swift is in a matching ensemble as they circle each other.
Allotta starts to sing, Tailow as her backup, almost somber at first. Almost.
I have this thing where I get bolder but just never wiser
Smoke becomes my stalwart groom
When my obsession makes the graveyard shift
All of the people I've saved stand there in the gloom
The song kicks up slightly and so do the pair. They slide and glide over the ice, twined together, with Allotta looking deeply into the beautiful blue-skinned woman's eyes. They seem to reenacting, in the most bizarre way, a fireman carrying someone to safety. Except with more ice.
I'm often left to my own devices
Until flame caused by vices
So I end up in crisis (Should have watched the time)
I stop them screaming and steaming
When they should have been leaving
I keep them on the life-streaming
(The stove had a time)
Dramatic turn! Allotta stops dead still, the lights rise, and she throws off the black outfit she had on. It is revealed underneath to be a beautiful dress that look to be a mockery of flames. She even stomps a foot down so a sudden surge of steam rises upwards and catches in her hair. All for the DRAMA of it, you know?
It's me- hi! Everybody knows me!
Allotta! I burn a billion degrees!
I shine as brightly as the sun and I can hear you cheer
It must be fantastic always rooting for the superhero!
Throwing her arms up, a little firework spark show mixture of flames and catalyst rainbow surge over her and her partner's head. |
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Tuesday
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Battle Legend
The Creed
Posts: 1,602
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Martín 'Mars' Marzán
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 138
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 10, 2023 5:48:07 GMT 9
#s://img~nickpic~host/CCf4BW~jpg AND NOW... TUESDAY NIGHT'S ALRIGHT (FOR FLYTING) BY TUESDAY AND SIR MELTAN JOHN
Wait, where the hell's that announcement coming from?!
Oh well, anyway...
Drums and a guitar mark the beginning of the performance, but neither can be seen just yet. A single spotlight shines upon the frozen lake, and about 30 ft. over the ice, an Alchemist sits midair with a microphone in hand — clad in a modified version of the attire she had earned with her MOVIE STAR TRAINER TITLE, while her golden hair flows lusciously and her tufted tail sways lightly. She's beauty, she's grace, she's... like a witch sat upon a particularly adorned yet pointy broom handle. Her INMOVABLE SPEAR — appearing as if embedded into the night sky.
Ethereal as she may look, Tuesday's smile is as smug as ever when beginning her verse, her soprano ringing melodious with the lilt that's so characteristically hers.
"It's getting late, let me put on my skates
Chanda Mama, there is no challenge here
It's rhyme o'clock, so let's open the gates
We're about to make them tremble in fear"
With no fear in her own heart, Tuesday jumps down from her throne in the skies, for behind her the pristine white feathers of her RAINBOW FLAME CLOAK gleam with iridescence under starlight. Instead of falling, it's thanks to them that she effortlessly glides onto the ice that is to be her stage.
A second spotlight appears then, revealing our guitarist: liquid metal in humanoid form, its head a black sphere with huge sunglasses resembling a pair of golden hex nuts. Sir Meltan John, of course. He wears a stylish suit that is also made of metal, as is the guitar that he flawlessly plays while Tuesday skates towards him with all the skill that is to be expected of someone who has FREEZER spec'ed.
"Sir Meltan John is totally honky
Call him a knighted cat with teeth to bare"
Get it? Honky Cat? Fitting, when spoken by a catgirl.
Sir Meltan John himself takes a turn to sing then. How? Where's his mouth? Maybe that's just the magic of showmanship...
"And I instead will call you my Brodsky
Now, let's show them a sonnet's real flair!"
The focus goes from singing to dancing, or rather, to figure skating. Over the ice, they move in perfect synchronicity as the music continues to play – a golden trail being left behind by the Alchemist's movements and a steel-toned one by Meltan himself. There's pirouettes, jumps, and through it all the gelid stage finally becomes lit enough for the rest of the band to show itself: THREE KEGGLINGS playing drums, bass, and even the smallest piano. While they skate, Sir Meltan John continues to play the guitar, and it's in unison that he and Tuesday sing the next two stanzas of their sonnet to their competition. Time for their chorus!
"Oh, give us none of your poor songwriting
To skate here you all gotta have thick skin
Oh, this Tuesday night's alright for flyting
So when will the real challenge begin?
Get ready to lose, you're in our domain
Gonna set this whole damn dungeon alight
‘Cause this Tuesday night is the night we reign
Tuesday night is alright, alright, alright..."
If Chanda Mama intends for them to flyte, to engage in a Poet VS Poet battle for the stars, even their introductions should show as much. Tuesday is never against a dis, and so it is that after performing the next part of their complex synchronized skating routine, which involves figure eights that showcase the way Sir Meltan John's malleable metal form flows effortlessly (Where has his guitar gone? Has it melted back into him?!), the Alchemist picks her partner up in a flawless lift – just as they skate right in front of the judges! With Sir Meltan John in her arms, she sings:
"Well, we sure got some stars in here tonight
I'm looking for one that might reach this bar
Just like Billie Jean, none of this is right
Ha! They can't even top Meltan's guitar!"
Call that a volta, but now it's time for another kind of twist! Jump down, turn, play guitar, and spin. Sir Meltan John flows from motion to motion, and now he's the one who holds Tuesday in his arms when his verse begins:
"Still... Maybe we are all a bit alike...
Come stand under our umbrella and thrive
Sike! All you losers should go take a hike
Judges, let's go dirty dancing in five?"
A few witty references here and there, a dis or two towards her competition, but most of all, it's obviously a cover of Sir Meltan John's own song, except now it is written as two stretched sonnets with some decent Iambic Pentameter (they're stretched, so the rhyme sequence is actually ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH), because that's pretty much known to be Tuesday's signature in this kind of dungeon, no? She has a rep to maintain, people! A combination of both their strengths. An intro for them both. Now, while our skaters move towards performing their grand finale, side-by-side and matching in form, they drop our chorus in case you forgot:
"Oh, give us none of your poor songwriting
To skate here you all gotta have thick skin
Oh, this Tuesday night's alright for flyting
So when will the real challenge begin?
Get ready to lose, you're in our domain
Gonna set this whole damn dungeon alight
Because this Tuesday night's the night we reign
Tuesday night is alright, alright, alright"
Their movement through the ice comes to a sharp stop at the very centre of the frozen stage, posing back-to-back, Tuesday and Sir Meltan John. Microphone in hand, the former locks eyes with the judges.
"I'm Tuesday, by the way, but there's no need to explain.
Now... Alexa. Let's flyte."
With the command word spoken, the IMMOVABLE SPEAR falls into her hands, right on time for Tuesday to spin it dramatically and strike another pose before winking at her judges, competition, and Chanda Mama alike. Her cat ears twitch adorably at the same time.
Once again matching her form, Sir Meltan John flexes by her side. Quite the interesting sight considering he looks like he's made out of steel putty or something of the like.
They hold their poses, and in the background their distant pre-recorded (?!?!) voices continue to sing, fading once the music does:
"Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!
Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!
Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday night’s alright
Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!
Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!
Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday night’s alright
Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!
Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!
Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday night’s alright, whoo"
{FULL COVER LYRICS} Here's a SIDE-BY-SIDE with the original lyrics for Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting), if anyone's interested in having a look! Since I made it into sonnets, I changed the syllable count and rhyme structure. Anyway, here's my silly song:
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 10, 2023 11:14:59 GMT 9
Had everyone prepped for this?
Morgana watched with eyes narrowed as the other competitors took to the ice. The summoning of each Pokemon Celebrity had brought about not only lights, music and costumes, but a distinct change in her competitors as well. Was it the spirit of competition, or the spirit of dance? Had the music been inside them all along, or was it being projected from afar? Each of their brains was live-wired into the WorldScreen right now, after all. Their hearts and minds were a living monitor primed for advertisements, music videos, and celebrity gossip.
How much was it changing them?
How much was it changing her?
Chanda Mama...
Morgana watched the moon-spirit as a captive watched their jailer, as a child in the audience watched a magician. Despite the big-industry names sitting in the judges' booth beside it, she had not forgotten who had brought them here. Who had summoned them, again, for a night under the stars. The mischief. The bloodthirstiness. The deception.
DUNGEON RATING: DIFFICULT.
What would happen if she didn't score enough points this round?
"I'm not afraid of you," Bergamot said, eyes dark as moonless pools, and glided out onto the ice.
The surface of the lake was liquid black, a single sheet of frozen hematite, and stone crunched against stone as Celine Dionyx undulated beside her. Mermaid-like, from the waist up the stone creature formed the iron-hard bust of its celebrity namesake. Slender. Skeletal. Wan in the cheeks. Her eyes huge and filled with starlight behind the sockets.
Her human dance partner grasped firmly by the waist, the stone maiden's bust rose into the air, trailed by a skein of boulders. They formed stair-steps down from an invisible pedestal, and as celine dionyx began to sing the song that lived most rent-free in Chryssa Glasgow's subconscious mind, the pair descended.
Granite-smooth arms flourished, rising from their places at the rock-type's sides as if lifted by an invisible puppeteer. Her limbs moved with fluid grace as she sang her introduction, powerful and confident, the voice which may not have launched a thousand ships, but at least sunk one. The siren. The lure. The bait.
But Chryssa did not sing along.
She did not watch the judges. She did not watch the sky, or the ice, or her own feet below her as she and the Canadian ballad-singer trailed their way down the artificial terrace.
She had eyes only for the moon-spirit, and her voice rang out in crisp percussion- a chant, a challenge, a call to arms.
"Chanda Mama, hear my claim:
I am here to break this game.
I'm the Swimmer, I'm the Queen,
(But not the band you think I mean)
I'll dance, I'll sing, I'll rhyme, I'll fight
But I won't swim through copyright.
Chanda Mama, hear me speak-
My legs, like Onix's, are weak
Though in this world I run amok,
This situation has me stuck.
Near, far
Wherever I am
I know that
My Heart will
Be trapped in God's hands
Once
More
I'll open the door
I will not forget what happened before.
Suffer, suffer, care not how,
My name's Bergamot Gristleborg now.
Chanda Mama, hear and weep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
For though I'm at your beck and call,
I still need not perform at all."
As she reached the ballroom floor, the tip of Celine Dionyx's tail spun like a drill, burrowing through the ice, and Morgana continued down the stair-steps into the water below.
I'm not afraid.
This was not about death. This was about boundaries. Hydance and Chanda Mama didn't know who they were dealing with. Someone who would not be played with. Someone who would not be puppeted. Someone who would spill blood before she bowed to a false God, someone who would sell her own legs before she sold her agency for ad space.
She sank like the Titanic, like tragedy, like a violin playing on through wave and woe until its screams turned into whalesong.
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Laguna
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World Traveler
Mythstar
Posts: 514
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Abigaelle Gauthier
OOC Username: Magnere
Arena Points: 0
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Post by Laguna on Jan 10, 2023 15:09:42 GMT 9
Her partner came down from the stars up above and Laguna's grin was wild. A physically fit partner who could keep up with her? What could be better than that? They had just barely enough time to talk and discuss their own dance before everything set off and she was feeling incredible.
And yet, as she listened to everyone else's songs, watching their dances and beautiful musical numbers, she couldn't help but grow nervous on her feet. There was a growing anxiety, even if she had been confident in her abilities. This was a contest, and she had to put on a brave face.
"... You're nervous." Gallade Gadot suddenly spoke, for a moment startling Laguna. She had forgotten just how aware the NPCs were, as if able to read her mind at times.
Then again, the Worldscreen was quite literally reading her mind, anyways.
"Heh, yeah. Just a bit." Laguna rubbed the back of her neck, sighing softly. "I just- No, we will be great."
The human-like Pokemon stood tall, her body with oddly familiar facial features but undeniably still partially Gallade with much of her body taken from the Pokemon, such as the very prominent arm blades. At the response, they simply nodded their head and placed a hand on their shoulder. "We already discussed the song and the performance, just do your best. Your only resposibility is to not pay attention to all the noise around you, just pay attention to the lyrics, to the rhythm, and let your heart and soul tell a story."
Was that some quote from actual Gal Gadot? Perhaps an oddly edited one to apply to the situation at hand, but it did make her feel leagues better. "Let's get it." Laguna spoke, a wild grin as they clasped hands. "Let's show everyone what we can do."
The song begins with a strong beat, lights dimming from beneath the ice as Laguna stands still in the darkness.
"The world is a constant and endless adventure,
No time to stay still and just snore.
It's time that we share that we are a contender,
So go on and clear the dance floor."
The music suddenly swells up into a heavy rock beat, lights suddenly flashing on as a wicked smile spreads across Laguna's face. She kicked her feet and suddenly began to spin with snowflake particles flying around her. Her Trailblazer Kicks suddenly lit up the ice, trailing a line of burning flames as her feet glided elegantly across the frozen lake.
(0:26) "My name is Laguna, I'm not just some girl,
I know how to get down in the groove."
Her partner suddenly slides in from behind, standing tall, arms crossed for a dramatic pose. A borrowed Rainbow Flame Cloak illuminating their burning presence dramatically before the lights even shine upon them, making a fantastic silhouette shine out.
(0:32) "I'm Gallade Gadot and we'll give it a whirl,
You bet that we know how to move."
The two suddenly embrace each other's arms, Laguna twirling around them as the music suddenly slows from it's upbeat rock tone, shifting into a softer tone. It's noticeably a sudden shift of pace for emphasis on their lyrics as both sing at the same time, slowly gliding across the ice with Laguna in Gallade Gadot's arms.
(0:38) "And we're gonna win, not gonna lie,
It will be hard, saying goodbye.
We'll work as a team, through thick and thin,
We'll always push on, dancing with a grin."
The music swells again into that familiar rock beat, and Laguna is suddenly tossed into the air. The sudden switch between soft and hard rock never more obvious. Laguna twirls above, arms stretched above like a professional figure skater, pleated skirt floating in the air.
(1:00) "Til we're bloody and bruised.
Til we've broken our bones. "
She lands gracefully, flames kicking up from her heels even as she glides backwards, dramatically twirling around to sing her next verse.
(1:05) "Til we won't be refused.
Til we're up on our thrones."
During the instrumental break, Gallade Gadot gets down in a surprisingly elegant break dance. The flaming cape twirling as they move, even going so far to spin atop the spike on the top of their head.
Laguna once again slides across the ice, flames and snow trailing her wake as she circles all around the scene, giving her partner the show for the moment. Just before the vocals kicked back in, Gallade Gadot slowed down, resting on their elbows with their feet in the air. Laguna came leaping in, jumping up into the air and landing onto their partner's feet
The force carried them forwards, sliding on the blades on the Gallade arms as they glided across the ice like roller-skates. Ever the fit individual, they suddenly lifted themselves straight up, projecting Laguna high up into the air on her feet as her vocals began.
(1:22) "No time to be boring and blandly conforming,
No time to sit down and just rest.
No time to be empty with average performing,
No time to show that you're all stressed."
Gallade Gadot slid forwards, sliding Laguna back onto the ground as the two once again flipped into yet another slow twirl. Shining lights spinning about in grand circles, highlighting the two dancers in a loose embrace. They began to sing the chorus once more, happily dancing and twirling across the ice.
(1:33) "And we're gonna win, not gonna lie,
It will be hard, saying goodbye.
We'll work as a team, through thick and thin,
We'll always push on, dancing with a grin.
Til we're bloody and bruised.
Til we've broken our bones,
Til we won't be refused,
Til we're up on our thrones."
Laguna was suddenly leaned back in Gallade Gadot's arms, and a sudden rather genuine blush spread across her cheeks as she smiled over at the judges. Gadot began to sing, this time directly towards Laguna. A soft, emotional tone filled the air.
(2:06) "Are you okay?
You've been singing all your fears out to the crowd.
No need to say them out loud.
Just, take it slow.
We'll sing on even though-"
The two twirled once again, lights shining bright as they both sang in tandem once more. Laguna suddenly provided a little heart shaped Wand of the Winds from her wrist, holding it outstretched as a powerful Tailwind whipped up, swirling snow up into the air.
(2:22) "We'll be bloody and bruised,
We'll be breaking our bones,
We'll be laughing amused,
We'll be up on our thrones."
As the song ramped up to a dramatic end, the two posed equally as dramatically, one in front of the other. The lights shut off instantly, leaving them standing with burning flames around their feet in a near perfect circle from their last twirl. The burning cloak, billowing in the breeze of her own making illuminating their form.
And that was all she wrote, the pair eventually making their way off the ice.
"Have I brought enough A Game for you, Babdanna Boy?" She'd say with a teasing wink to orioncayge , enjoying the lighthearted rivalry, even as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.
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manish
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G.A.Y.
Player Character
Posts: 493
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Manish
OOC Username: GreySquid
Arena Points: 10
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Post by manish on Jan 10, 2023 16:09:45 GMT 9
The ice rink cut to black, definitely only for dramatic effect and not to hide Manish’s awkward stumbling to the center of the rink. There was silence, no sound except the ruffling of clothes as Manish and his partner settled into their spots. Then suddenly a drum beat started and all the lights turned back on to show Manish desperately clinging to a mic stand on the ice while trying to do a very uncoordinated shimmy that was mostly shoulders and elbows flailing about. His blue and white shirt under a dark blue sparkly blazer shimmered, reflecting the lights and doing what Manish hoped was distracting from how he clearly did not know how to dance. Or ice skate. Or both at the same time. He wasn’t even wearing skates; apparently his lack of shoes transferred over to a lack of skates. Behind Manish, Rick Gastly in a trench coat and sunglasses bobbed around in circles. The trench coat was very obviously taped onto his ghostly body along with a pair of ice skates that only occasionally touched the ice when he dipped low enough. A blast of very cool brass instruments signaled Manish to start. He really really hoped he didn’t stutter his way through his section. “I’m no stranger to you,
You make the rules, and we might die”Rick Gastly bobbed next to Manish’s head, making him startle slightly and cling even tighter to his microphone. <And we might die,> he sang as an echo. “I’m just really hoping to make it through,
You should have gotten any other guy.”“I am Manish and I have a bad feeling”<And as Rick Gastly, you gotta understand>Manish held onto one of Rick Gastly’s sleeves so the ghost could pull him in small circles around the center of the rink. Was it really dancing? Manish’s shaking shoulders thought so. Was it really ice skating? His very shaky legs seemed to think so. And really, what did Mama Chanda expect from him? He couldn’t even walk normally! But he really was going to give it his best shot: bare feet, floating dance partner, mushrooms pushing their way through the ice, and all. “Never gonna quit this game”<Never gonna get a life> “Never gonna be capable of lying”Rick Gastly (and therefore Manish) started to pick up a little more speed and Manish could feel himself kind of getting into the groove. His shoulder swinging had a little more intention behind it and he even managed to only use one hand to hold onto Rick Gastly’s coat to he could snap along to the beat. <Never gonna find some shoes>“Never gonna not confuse” The two made their way back to the microphone just in time to belt out the last line together. “Never gonna stop growing mushrooms or crying”Manish was a little too into it and swung his arms out wide, which led to the tape holding up Rick Gastly’s trench coat coming loose. That being the only thing really holding him up, Manish started to slip and even with some very impressive pinwheeling of his arms, his sliding was suddenly stopped by his foot getting caught on a mushroom. With a still slightly on pitch scream Manish went crashing down onto the ice. <Never gonna quit, never gonna quit
Never gonna quit, never gonna quit>Rick Gastly, for his part, was oblivious to now lack of trench coat or Manish’s fall and kept going on with his part of backing vocals. But, as the song said, Manish wasn’t going to let the excessive mushrooms pushing through the ice and trying to cover him stop him from finishing. He raised both arms and tried to do what little voguing he could pull off from his spot laying on the ice. “Never gonna quit this game
Never gonna get a life
Never gonna be capable of lying
Never gonna find some shoes
Never gonna not confuse
Never gonna stop growing mushrooms or crying”Well, at least his lyrics were very literal now. He just hoped that it was amusing enough that Chanda Mama and her panel of esteemed judges found it amusing enough to not kill him. Or Rick Gastly. Could a ghost be killed? That was a train of thought Manish was going to ask Narrator about later. |
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Kath Ulu
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Hard Mode Survivor
Round 2
Posts: 171
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Heather West
OOC Username: kathulu
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Kath Ulu on Jan 10, 2023 20:27:08 GMT 9
" I'm not dancing," Kath said stubbornly. " I'll find some other way to win." PSY Duck shook his head as the distant electronic music of the late 2000's P-POP grew louder. "PSY Duck Style."
"Shut up! I'll find a way to cheat, I'll find a way to -"
"PSY Duck Style," PSY Duck looked at her, his feathers bristling, his knuckles cracked. "I should've brought SEEL," Kath said, thinking desperately of how easier it would be to dance along to Kiss From A Rose. PSY Duck jumped to the stage. All together, the lights of the area were on him as he started doing hip gyrations and smacking his bill on the ground. His eyes pointed in two VERY different directions, and he sang the first verse. "A duck who is smart and psycho at the same time
A funny duck who likes to win battles against others
A duck whose dance moves are sweet fun
A psychic duck"
Kath found herself unable to resist the CONFUSING lyrics and PYSCHIC POWERS of her partner. She jumped next to him, participating in the same weird, awkward dance, and even smashed her nose against the ground with the beat. "I'm a girl
A girl who is competitive
A girl who one-shots her coffee before it cools down
A girl who never runs from a fight
A girl-"
Kath tore herself from the dance for one moment and addressed the judges. Blood streamed from her nose. "It's meant to be in another language," she spat. Then PSY Duck did the horse riding dance. "HEYYYYYYY SEXY MALLARD!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck," Kath said, doing the stupid dance as well, "Dancin' PSY Duck Style."
"HEYYYYYYY SEXY MALLARD!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, dancin' PSY Duck Style."
"HEYYYYYYY SEXY MALLARD!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck."
PSY Duck started break dancing, and belted out the next verse with ATTITUDE! 내가 호수에 있다고 생각하니?
생선용 보빈?
청둥오리 12개 반을 얻었어
내 거시기를 빨아
난 간신히 날지, 그래 나는 이 날개를 가졌어
그냥 영향력을 위해
이제 내가 춤추는 걸 봐
내가 무슨 말을 하는지 알아봐
"PSY," Kath hissed, "Fuck, what are you doing? There's no way I can sing the next verse in whatever weird language you're speaking?"
PSY Duck rolled his eyes in response. Like, literally, his whole eyes. Both of them rolled, in different directions, and Kath felt like throwing up when she saw it happen. "Alright, I'll try," she said, suddenly entering the 'interpretive dance' section of the number. 난 아무나 죽여버릴거야
누가 내게 다가올 수 있을 거라 생각해
나는 행동으로 가득 찬 잔디 유형을 가지고 있습니다
무료로 요 엉덩이를 파쇄하려면
당신은 당신이 엉망이 될 수 있다고 생각
Bulbasaur와 Grookey와 함께?
이건 수확도 아니다
나는 그저 씨를 뿌리고 있을 뿐이야
Kath spun out of her interpetive dance and landed in a sick slide. "That wasn't too bad!" She shouted. PSY Duck gave her a thumbs up, but totally mentally. Externally, he was cold as ice.
"HEYYYYYYY SEXY MALLARD!"
"Duck, duck, duck duck duck, dancin' PSY Duck Style!"
"HEYYYYYYY SEXY MALLARD!"
"Duck, duck, duck duck duck, dancin' PSY Duck Style!"
The number ended, and Kath and PSY Duck spun in a circle together on their skates (which they both had the whole time). "Hell yeah!" Kath said. "PSY Duck!" Said PSY Duck. |
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Post by Ladybug on Jan 12, 2023 1:47:09 GMT 9
DANCING WITH THE STARS
(ON ICE)!⠞⠓⠑ ⠊⠉⠑ ⠊⠎ ⠝⠊⠛⠓⠞
This round will end in 48 hours - 11:59 AM January 13th EST.
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Tuesday
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Battle Legend
The Creed
Posts: 1,602
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Martín 'Mars' Marzán
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 138
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 12, 2023 3:26:12 GMT 9
Success. Wealth. Power. Fame.It had been a consequence for him, or so he had told himself. The unintended outcome of the effort he had put into gaining all the power he needed to achieve his wishes. But, had that really been the case? Does he not love a spotlight? Does he not love the fact that the world know his name? They fall, like all stars that meet their eventual end. The end is darkness. The end is the abyss. The end is this Precipice that Tuesday knows so well. Were the circumstances different, she would be thrilled, awed, and amazed, but now... those emotions have twisted and changed into something much different, just as her partner has twisted and changed as well. Give it your all, always. Is that not what Tuesday believes? What Mars believes? But... what if their all is not enough? Will it ever be enough?All the stars Sir Meltan John had gained are taken one by one, and not even all of them are enough to fill the greatest constellation Chanda Mama has given them. Tuesday's spear is double-edged, her greatest fear is also her greatest strength: she will always aim for more than what the world says she can obtain. "You should never take more than what you give." Sir Meltan John would say, but Sir Meltan John isn't in charge of assigning the stars today, Tuesday is, and so he says nothing. Neither does she. Tuesday's 6 STARS go to A wedge-winged creature with thick antennae
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diva
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Player Character
Posts: 173
Trainer Class: Charmer
Player Name: allen collins
OOC Username: cupid
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Post by diva on Jan 12, 2023 3:54:00 GMT 9
The feeling of falling ate her from the inside out. She knew that something weird would happen here. Chanda Mama could not be trusted. Ever. She knew this from the first game that they played together. But it was fine. She swallowed the urge to scream, knowing that if she made an unapproved noise something terrible could happen. Just like in the Chanda Mama says game. So she held her composure the best she could as they floated down and down and down. She was sure that she had seen this place before.
After all it had to be somewhere in the game. The deep darkness of the shrine that faded in and out of her mind. She'd never actually visited this one. It had been out of the way for her. But at least now they were going to finally figure out what was at the bottom of it. Maybe. But the starlight was beautiful as she tried to ignore the fact that something terrible was definitely on it's way. She felt the stars weight heavily on her for a moment.
Relief.
Then Fear.
As the stars flew from her once more and towards her dance partner. Of course there was nothing normal in this. Diva knew that fear was about to wrack her body as she watched Bill began to shift and change, though not as much as some of the other competitors. His eyes mirroring hers as she tried not to listen to the voice that surrounded her. Lips clamped shut as she tried to ignore and avoid the fact that once again the fact that she felt as though she was unlovable was thrown in her face time and time again. They really needed to have a chat with the psyche department about this entire thing.
She wanted to shout. But knew that she couldn't. Not with the warning from Chanda Mama about whatever the actual fuck a Starcatch was. So instead she stood, on shaking legs as best she could in this space of nothingness. Staring down her dance partner who insisted on snorting, a little louder than she would have liked. The wild look in his eyes now making him look more animal than person. With fear. With desperation. He would do anything to stop the sound of the voice telling him he was unworthy in his head. And so would she. So they circled round each other, her ice skating outfit a lot easier to move in than she thought as she waited for him to make the first move.
The lump in her throat was growing though. Finally the real dance began as Bill Hadeerling charged her, large antlers down and ready to attack her. But she moved. Quickly out of the way. Her steps light in this starlit battle field. She wanted to say something. Anything. But she knew that she wouldn't be the first to say something in this place. Not when there was no telling how voice carried and how loud was too loud. Instead she turned, in time to see that the fear stricken deer man was once more charging her. This time his antlers catching on the skirt of her outfit. Halting him for a moment.
Meaning she was able to grasp a star from his antler, plucking it with more force than she realized would be necessary. But fear was a large and strong thing. She knew that.
He shook his head in confusion as he was freed from his momentarily tanglement and she wondered what to do with the star. It was the source of fear but... It was fine. She could manage this fear for now. Instead of throwing it away she gently placed it into her own hair. A decoration until she could figure out what constellation she wanted to place it in. Diva couldn't worry about that now though. As part of the antler had faded once she plucked it from his head she wondered if she could see hesitation in his eyes once more. But this was a battle of fears.
Which feasibly meant that the constellation man, if he was a mirror of herself, would be able to figure out how to manage. But instead the irrational pain and desperation of being rejected fueled his movements. She knew all to well what that felt like. The late nights working rather than thinking about how to make things better. The refusal to meet someone else's eye just because you didn't want to reveal too much. It was all... Too much sometimes. And she knew that. She knew that too well. Once again the Deerling man charged and instead of moving out of the way, dodging the responsibility, she grabbed the antlers with full force. Or at least full force as she could.
Locking the two of them into place in a struggle for who would be able to come out on top. She could feel the antlers crumbling in her hands as they started to come apart. More of the stars calling to the one already in her hair. All of her life she had avoided conflict. Avoided her fear. She'd let it overwhelm her. She'd let it block her off from so many things. All because she was afraid. Of not being loved. And. Of being loved. And maybe even of loving someone else in earnest. There were so many fears that had built up inside of her and she had just... let them.
Not for no reason. Fear was healthy. Fear was normal. But this... Was terrible. Three stars broke off in her hand as the antlers shattered more, collecting with the others she held as they went to her hair as well. It was well and nearly over now as Bill collapsed to the ground, his mournful look staring up at her as he shook. Scared and unable to function. Scared and unable to focus. Scared and unable to move on. Just like she was. Just like she had been. Was this going to completely absolve her of the fear she held. No. That would take time. But this was a very good step forward. Probably.
As he sat on the ground she leaned down with them. Pressing their foreheads together in a sense of solidarity and with a quiet whisper said, "We're going to be okay." It was so quiet she barely knew if she had said it at all. But regardless he seemed to understand as the final star dissolved from him and joined the other four in her cluster. Knowing what she needed to do now she looked up and chose a constellation, putting all of her eggs in one basket so to say.
Putting all 5 stars into Nunchucks!
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Laguna
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World Traveler
Mythstar
Posts: 514
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Abigaelle Gauthier
OOC Username: Magnere
Arena Points: 0
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Post by Laguna on Jan 12, 2023 6:42:49 GMT 9
Falling.
It's not the first time she fell forever in this game, but it is the first time that her fear threatens to overwhelm her.
Twisting and turning, falling into the endless abyss. A pit down into nothing, forever.
And there's nothing she can do about it.
The fear grips her heart, twists at her very being, and threatens to paralyze her.
Again.
Her legs feel numb.
It's not enough to just do her best, and it never will be enough. Her best is always less. Even if she was given a headstart in the race called life, she would never be able to keep up.
She just wanted to dance again. To sing, to dance, to feel such joy unconstrained by the fears that plague her normal life. It didn't matter if she was nervous about how good she was, it just mattered that she was able to even compete, to smile and laugh with joy as she twirled around on the ice.
Was that so hard of an ask?
And through it all, she was a fool to think she could change things. Her insecurities beat that thought into her head over, and over, and over again. Nothing would change, she'd always hate what she had become, hate herself. She'd always feel alone, jealous, and twisted into a being of hate. Spiteful and ugly on the inside, no matter how much hid even from herself.
Why did it have to be me?
The thought echoed in her head as her fears expanded, clinging to every single ounce they could take. Her partner's legs twisting with new joints, bending in ways they shouldn't. Legs useless for walking, a physical manifestation of her anxieties, fears,
I had my whole life planned, and it was taken from me.
I did nothing wrong. I was just punished.
The world doesn't care for me.
If I died, alone in my apartment, how long would it take before someone noticed I was gone?
Would anybody even care?
Would I even care?
All her friends were digital, online, and hidden away from the real her. Was she ashamed of her true self? Scared they'd judge her? Treat her differently if they knew? She hated pity. This feeling that boiled in her gut made her want to throw up, the mere idea destroying her. She didn't want special treatment, she didn't want to be treated differently.
All I ever wanted, was just to be normal again.
As her legs grow further and further numb, she forcefully kicks out.
And then kicks again, and again, and again, pushing her way over toward her partner, Gallade Gadot, as they fell. So many stars pulled at her fears but she would be damned before she gave up.
Her greatest flaw was the only thing that helped her cope, helped her feel something worth doing, and kept her going despite it all. She was stubborn as hell, and she wasn't going to let anything tell her what she could or could not do. And Lord have mercy on anyone who got in her way to stop her. And she certainly wouldn't let her own thoughts stop her either. She wasn't ready to just throw in the towel. Not in life, and not in this silly competition either.
She plucked the stars from Gallade Gadot's legs, one by one attempting to restore their body to the way they were before. An action all too symbolic, given Laguna's own fears.
Taking the stars, she'd move to place them within one of the constellations Chanda Mama had drawn. There was nothing else to do but wait, squash these fears, and keep moving on regardless.
Because that was the only thing she could do, keep moving.
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Allotta Bambooga
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Corruption Crusher
Player Character
Posts: 241
Trainer Class: Kindler
Player Name: Kekoa Kura
OOC Username: Strawberry
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Post by Allotta Bambooga on Jan 12, 2023 14:32:48 GMT 9
They fall.
Fear builds.
Allotta is no stranger to fear. Kekoa was a fireman. He looked death in the face daily and smiled. You couldn't calmly walk into an inferno without some control over what you feared. The fear had eaten him inside at first. During trainings when he heard the stories from long time members of his squad. Of death and injury. Of finding someone too late and having to live with that nagging voice of if only you had been a little faster!. Terrible shit.
Allotta is good at dealing with fear.
But the open maw of the pit doesn't pull forward that fear when she stares down into it, stars catching in her hair as her hair whips around her head.
It cuts into something deeper.
Allotta stares down into the pit, frozen, falling endlessly. In her mind she stares up at a circle of angry black clouds.
When Kekoa was eight a fierce hurricane hit his home. His mother and father had worked for days to board up the windows; not just of their own home, but of the town. Sandbags had been placed down and emergency services from all over the world had waited with baited breath. Fingers on the triggers to send aide where it would be sorely needed.
The aftermath had been terrible.
Kekoa remembers the eye of the storm the most clearly.
His younger sister was only four and didn't quite understand the gravity of the situation. (Neither did he, really.) The rain and wind had howled and battered down on their little home for hours and hours. The power had went out when it started, casting their little family in darkness. They had all sat in the floor huddled together around a flickering flashlight.
The noise petered out. It's absence had rung in their ears. His parents had went to go peer curiously out a window as stray sunlight bled through windows, pallid and sickly as if struggling to survive.
Kekoa had been told to watch his sister. Glancing away from a moment saw her outside, at the backdoor. Of course he rushed after her. What older brother wouldn't?
The eye of the storm roared around them. Ominous as it span, encroaching clouds spinning as they grew closer and closer in the distance. Kekoa will never forget how it looked. Staring up into that void had chilled him to the bone.
Kekoa had nightmares for months after.
In the end, his sister had started crying. The trance broken, he had grabbed her hand too tight and did his best to calm her down. How had he calmed her down? The memory was fuzzy around the edges.
Taillow Swift shrieks much like his sister had and Allotta snaps out of it. Kind of. She's still scared. She'd still be scared back then, too! But she had to be strong. She had to protect her sister! What had she done to calm her down and get her inside again?
Reaching across the darkness Allotta takes Taillow Swift's hand and squeezes just a bit too tight, just like all those years ago.
Shaky and soft, a rhyme falls from her lips. Something their mother had sang.
"Little bird, little bird please don't fly away.
Little bird, little bird, won't you please just stay?
I'll make you tea, I'll make you cake
If only my heart you don't take.
Little bird, little bird it is true
Little bird, little bird that I... love... you."
When was a star not a star?
Why, when the sun rose, of course.
Chandra Mama had said that loud sounds would draw strange creatures. But it never mentioned anything about bright lights! And hadn't she just claimed to burn brighter than the sun?
Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate. The aesthetic effects weren't powerful but they were better than nothing! Flames kicked up and rainbow bursts exploded from eyelash and fingertips. Kicking her heels together, flames from her Trailblazer kicks sparked light in the gloom. The Blazing Bandana started to smolder, a faint glow from where Allotta had wrapped it around her neck.
With cauterizing heat, Allotta reached inside of Taillow Swift and pulled.
Starlight dripped from her fingertips before fizzling away, leaving behind the small stars in her palm.
She wasn't a smart person. There would be no rhyme or reason to the placement of her stars.
Blazing brightly, Allotta offered her stars to the hourglass shape with a weepy smile.
Allotta gives 6 Stars to the Hourglass with Horns!
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orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 770
Trainer Class:
Arena Points: 20
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Post by orioncayge on Jan 12, 2023 16:08:38 GMT 9
Once again, the rug was pulled beneath Orion's feet, sending him cascading downwards into the infinite darkness. He recognized this void, he couldn't believe he'd let himself be deceived. He'd been so caught up in the fantasy, in the fun, that he'd forgotten the danger within this game.
When is a game not a game?
When somebody gets hurt.
His fingers throbbed with phantom pain from the last misadventure in VR. How could he have been so stupid, it was never a game, at least to him. There might be sick pokedudes, rad points and cute anime girls, but the pain and the danger was always real enough. To some of the new friends he'd made, this was all they would ever know. Arachnae the sweet booboo buster, Achilles the Champ, Loki the tricky thief, all of them zeroes in one. Hell, even the NPCs like the lovely professor Ashe or MOM who could send his heart aflutter with emotions that were hard to describe. Even now, as he fell face first he was greeted with the distorted and warped yowling face of Granbulton, his Fit in shreds as he thrashed around with his mutant arms, a being that had been a figment of his imagination, a joke, made to suffer due to his incompetence.
rise up
Once again things were out of his control, sending his mind racing back to memories of disaster. Coming home to find him mother gone. Days spent watching his dad drink his livelyhood down the drain. Tear filled nights spent wondering if he wasn't good enough, if maybe he'd been better his mom wouldn't have left. If he was better maybe Rin wouldn't have dumped him. If he was faster he could have pushed his cousin out of the way of that gun. If he hadn't gotten distracted during the party could he have stopped the briarbeast from spawning? Ifs and buts swirled around his mind like debris hurled by hurricane force winds, shredding through every logical thought his psyche could try to prop up to defend himself. The fear spurned on by the stars only amplified the one thing he was truly afraid.
Not being enough.
Not being good enough for his mother, not being strong enough for his family, not being fast enough to save those he loved. Failing to be the best he could be, the best he HAD to be.
RISE UP
He could feel the heat of a thousand tears running down his face, the ache of a thousand missed blocks throb along his body, the lifeblood of his eldest cousin seeping through clenched fingers. The phantom echoes of years of failures coursed through his very being, reminding him that was not enough. His mother would never come home, Rin would never understand him, Daniel was never going to pick him up for another Friday night hoop sesh.
EYES UP
Orion spiked into a mental rock bottom with that revelation. All of those failures piling upon him like a mountain of dirt and stone from a landslide. Or perhaps ice was a better analogy given the frosty nature of this predicament. A lesser man would have been left in a crater Yamcha posing, but Orion did what Orion does best when he slams into this floor. Anger began to well up under the despair, burning away the cold numbness, the throbbing pain of failure melted to a ferocious indignation.
NEVER AGAIN.
The battle cry snapped Orion from his fugue, spectral blackbelt fighter energy roiled around his body like pulsing flame. He was alight, and he would light up the night with his fury, this bro was propelled through the air by sheer anger alone. Fingers balled into fists, Orion slammed his hands into his hips and locked his legs straight, diving downwards through the air towards his distressed partner like a javelin.
"GRANBULTON!" Orion roared.
"ORION!" The handsome hound howled.
"TAKE MY HAND!"
"I CAN'T!"
"YES YOU CAN! REACH OUT!"
The fighter and the writer reached for eachother, arms outstretched like Adam and God atop the Sistine chapel. They were just barely too far away from each other. Mere centimeters felt like miles as the two contorted their frames, just a little more, just a little more. Their fingertips brushed against eachother, and that was all the push the fighter needed. With one last herculean effort he lunged forward and snagged the hounding father and pulled him closer with one hand. The other plunged into the nebulous form of the figmental figure, reaching in for one star and ripping it out with ease before tumbling through the air and giving it a might YEET into the heavens towards the horned hourglass.
ONE STAR FOR THE HOURGLASS (Seven total)
Granbulton howled, but with the loss of the star Orion could feel the fear abate, and that's all he needed. With another plunge of his fist and another mighty yeet with an arm like famous NFL quarterback Mayton Panning, Orion sent another star flying.
ONE STAR FOR THE WEDGE WINGED CREATURE WITH ANTENNAE (15 total)
Then, with everything he had left in him he full sent the last five of the stars in his possession towards the oddly familiar mammalian twins with a roar that mixed in with the howling of Granbulton as they continued to descend into the dark below.
5 for the Twins, hopefully halfway there
"Whatever happens, don't let go!"
He had no time to look to his friends, his fellow competitors, but all he could hope was that they were holding together just like he was. They had to if they had any chance of getting out of here less than scathed.
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