LABYRINTH

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Characters: Participants in the Labyrinth event
Setting: The Labyrinth
Format: Any; party style
Summary: Characters are told to fight to the death over eight days.
Warnings: violence/gore/horror; this is a free-for-all fight to the death after all

Labyrinth starting positions, events, ring colors, and other information.

SUBTHREADS:
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Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Day Eight

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[fallen_stage]

[Kuja was already holding onto his given weapon, and stumbling isn't enough for him to relinquish the nunchaku.]

Ow - Oh, you're not a monster.

[Kuja smiles, straightening. If this person is not hostile, then there's no reason to instigate a fight; if he is hostile, then Kuja can get publicity points by appearing friendly and oh-so-tragically being inflicted the first blow.]

late reply is late OTL

[doctor_dismemberment]

[That voice makes Richtofen give pause. Where has he heard that before..? It takes him a moment, but he concludes that this boy was at the meeting he attended a few days back. Technically, that should mean he should be willing to ally with him, shouldn't it?

...Well. Richtofen isn't in particularly good spirits today. And besides, it's a fight to the death, in which only one person can possibly win. He doesn't feel any strong sense of loyalty to this person - doesn't even know his name - and so he feels no shame or remorse as he draws his weapon.]

No, I'm not. I don't think I'm much better than one, though.

[He grips the blade of his machete tightly. He's not adept with large blades, but they draw a lot of blood, so he'll wing it.

He flashes Kuja something that might pass for a smile, if your definition of the word was broad enough.]

Unfortunately for you, mein Freund, I'm a very competitive person.

8D pfff "boy". KUJA IS TWENTY-FOUR THANK YOU

[fallen_stage]

[Oh, Kuja is a goddamn genius of cataloging smiles, and this one is dangerous as a brown Yan. (which is to say, normally not a problem for him. normally.) However, Kuja only lets show a certain amount of caution, his stance widening, eyes glancing between the blade and the other man's eyes.]

Is that so? I'm not going to hold back if you try.

[Let it not be said that Kuja attacked unless it was in self-defense.]

Richtofen is like 30-40, he will call Kuja "boy" all he wants XD

[doctor_dismemberment]

Oh, you won't, will you? [Richtofen chuckles.] That will make it fun!

[He doesn't feel like waiting any longer. He lifts the machete and swings it in Kuja's direction. It's a big, heavy thing, though, so his movements are slower than he'd like.]

Fair point. XD

[fallen_stage]

[Of course. Kuja should have expected this time sooner or later. At least the strike is laughably easy to dodge.]

Well, I hope to entertain.

[Kuja doesn't know how to use nunchaku, but that doesn't mean he can't try to shove them up under Richtofen's ribs.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Kuja dodges so easily that Richtofen almost feels embarrassed. Oh well; now he knows how swiftly this person can move.

He narrowly sidesteps away before Kuja's nunchaku can connect, and slices with his machete in an upward motion.

As he does so, he barks out:] Learn some manners, child!

[fallen_stage]

[Seems he wasn't the only one quick on his feet, but Kuja should be that much faster. Sidestepping isn't too difficult, train fluttering behind him.]

You first.

[Using the momentum of his dodge, Kuja aims a blow to Richtofen's nose. Best case scenario, he'll shove the nasal bone into the man's brain; if not, then it'll at least distract him for a followup.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen leans to the side, but it's a bit too late. The nunchaku misses his nose but hits him across the cheekbone instead, sending him off-balance for a moment. The vision in his right eye goes red for an instant, and he screws it shut. He glares at Kuja with the eye that's still open and flails his machete out in front of him. It's far from a graceful motion, but the force behind it is considerable.]

You'll regret that, swine!

[Already, a bruise is blossoming just under his eye. Despite how viscous he looks, a smile's still tugging at the corners of his mouth. Pain always gets his adrenaline pumping.]

[fallen_stage]

I think you meant "sir".

[Nothing like a taunt to rile up an opponent. Although the force of the blow might make that a poor decision: Kuja blocks it again but is sent staggering back. Then again...

Kuja brings up a kick to the groin: nonlethal but certainly debilitating.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[When the blow connects, Richtofen lets out a wheezing yelp. He manages to speak, his voice high-pitched and breathless.]

So forward..! [This is no time for jokes, Richtofen. Jeez.

He doubles over, quickly bringing up a hand to grab Kuja's leg. Just as quickly, he lurches forward, mouth open, with the intent to sink his teeth into whatever flesh he can get his mouth on. Two can play at this "low-blow" game.]