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Animus Moderators ([personal profile] animusmods) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-05-01 01:00 am

LABYRINTH

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
hystericull: (sober ♑ tongue)

wings are connected to shoulder blades right!?!?!? SHRUGS INTO THE ABYSS

[personal profile] hystericull 2012-05-13 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
[As much as Vriska was meticulously preparing for battle, Gamzee was doing precisely the opposite. All he could hope to focus on between the screaming in his head and the taste of bile in his mouth (whose?) was placing one foot in front of the other, concentrating on making it down the passageway without stumbling around like a blood-drunk fool.

There she was, waiting for him. Always one step ahead of everyone. Always in the know. Look at that sparkly orange bitch! He wanted to rip those gaudy wings right out of her fucking shoulder blades.]


Look how motherfucking considerate you all fuckin' are.

STANDING AROUND MOTHERFUCKING WAITING FOR A BROTHER TO ALL UP AND GET HIS MOTHERFUCKING MURDER ON IN YOU.
fabricates: (♏ looking at the road that rises up ahea)

YEAH SOUNDS LEGIT

[personal profile] fabricates 2012-05-13 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The only one dying here is you, Makara. Do you really think you have what it takes to kill me? You're looking at a god here. And what are you? Just some stupid troll that's wasted his life away getting high on sopor. You don't have a chance in hell of killing me.

[She rolls her dice, hoping beyond hope that they're powered. She forces the roll. 8^y, Ancestral Awakening. A sword is the best weapon she has against Gamzee. So she lunges forward at him, sword in hand.]
hystericull: (sober ♑)

[personal profile] hystericull 2012-05-14 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Finally, good lord, finally she'd attacked. Anyone who dismissed Vriska in a fight would have to be severely ignorant. And Gamzee, as delusional and pan-damaged as he was, was not that unaware. Her sudden weapon change, however, did force him to think on his feet - plastic juggling clubs, while excellent for blunt trauma, were simply no match for a blade.

A few fights before this had gotten him used to his new speed. Utilizing this advantage, his hands at once dropped the clubs they'd been holding, flying to the open backpack on his back and yanking a bloody chainsaw out by its stilled edge.

Lacking the time to start the thing, Gamzee settled for using it as a shield. He threw it up against Vriska's strike, metal on metal, and struggled with her for a moment before grasping the pull-start and giving it a forceful yank.]
fabricates: (♏ i need someone to pick up my beat)

[personal profile] fabricates 2012-05-15 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[She definitely hadn't expected him to have taken Kanaya's weapon, though if she'd been in his position she probably would have too. And when had he gotten so fast? He could give her a run for her money in speed, but she can worry about that later.

When the first sparks fly from the chainsaw coming to life, she withdraws to keep the damage to her weapon to a minimum. And then she's lunging forward again a moment later, angling her sword a different direction to try to catch him off guard.]
hystericull: (serious ♑ sHiRt)

[personal profile] hystericull 2012-05-16 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
[He was quick, but not quick enough, this time. He brought his arms around to parry her, but he hadn't accounted for the weight of his new weapon. It slowed his movements considerably, striking only against the side of Vriska's blade, managing to knock it off-track a little. It still caught him, though, right between the arm and chest, slicing up a nice portion of his ribcage.]

MOTHERFUCKER!!!

[His cry was shrill and booming at once, blood pouring instantly from the chunk she'd taken out of him. Completely consumed by fury, blinded by the adrenaline and pure frustration of being wounded, he came at her as fast as he possibly could, raising up and bringing down the spinning blade of the chainsaw in any direction and at any opening that he could.]
fabricates: (♏ is it lonely in the shadow)

[personal profile] fabricates 2012-05-16 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[She screeches the first time the chainsaw makes it past her blade, shredding the skin on her side and splattering cerulean across the labyrinth floor. The pain is excrutiating, reminiscent of when her arm had been blown off. But the pain fades nearly immediately and the wound heals, leaving her confused for a moment before John's sponsorship registers through the haze of adrenaline. Man, she'd have to actually thank his dumb ass for that.

She continues to parry the oncoming attacks, losing ground as she does until her wing brushes against the wall.]


Shit.

[She tries to take to the air to avoid being cornered, but her arm isn't out of the way of the chainsaw quick enough. There's no instant healing this time, no cheap save. Just flayed skin and a severed arm and dripping blood and pain. So much pain. She tries not to be blinded by it as she adjusts her grip on her sword and lunges down at him from her vantage point in the air.]
hystericull: (♑ It iSn't JuSt a oNe-sIdEd vErSiOn)

[personal profile] hystericull 2012-05-18 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[That scream, coupled with the sounds of shredding fabric and skin and the sight and smell of blood and-- God it was so wonderful and overwhelming. But, he had to stay focused. Couldn't get distracted by the wound that-

Had just healed. Fucking sponsors!!!

That was the redirection he needed. It sparked a new anger in him, a new drive. Fucking taking away that perfect gash he'd just ripped in her. The fuck, man.

He swung and swung at her like a thing possessed, advancing until he heard her curse, belatedly realizing that he'd backed her against the wall of the maze.]


Nowhere to motherfucking scurry at, little spider.

[He continued his flurry of assaults, shrieking as she began to ascend - not out of surprise, but out of refusal.

She was not going anywhere.

The resistance of skin, muscle, and finally bone against the blade of the chainsaw made his insides squirm in that great way that they had earlier. His breathing quickened, his pulse began to race, and a grin spread over his face in an instant, reveling in the clean snap of bone and snag of tissue. Her blood was motherfucking everywhere. If it wasn't such a disgusting color, it would be perfect.

But she wasn't dead. Not yet. She was coming at him again, minus an arm, which was now lying uselessly on the labyrinth floor. That fucking sword. He backed up quickly, desperately trying to avoid her aerial strike, but backing up would get him nowhere with a trajectory like she had. The sword sunk itself right through his shoulder, next to his collarbone, and right out through his back.

Fuck!!!

His eyes snapped open wide, letting out a howl of pain, feeling blood rushing down the other side of his body, now. The only upside to this was... with that sword stuck so far in him? He had her right in front of him, if she didn't let go of her weapon.

Right there, just a chainsaw's swing away.

Eat motherfucking steel, spiderbitch.]
fabricates: (♏ with your reasons to run away)

[personal profile] fabricates 2012-05-23 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vriska is in the process of putting her legs against Gamzee's chest to try to dislodge her sword, but the chainsaw comes too quickly. It's too late, too late to let go, too late to get out of the way. As the chainsaw rips through legs and part of her torso her mind is screaming at her. Stupid, stupid, fucking dumb what was she thinking? How could she have made such a stupid mistake?

And past the blood rushing in her ears, she thinks she can hear herself screaming out loud as her body is cut apart, but she can't be sure because everything is muffled. She lets go of the sword, reaching out to scratch at his face in a pathetic last ditch effort to have the final blow. Or something. Once her body hits the ground, she can feel herself wheezing to try to gasp in air, but the blood spilling from her stomach and mouth hinders the attempt and suddenly all she can do is vomit up mouthful after mouthful of cerulean. Her legs are gone, her arm is missing. If he doesn't finish her off she's just going to bleed out like this. Like the last time she died when Tavros couldn't finish the job Aradia had started.

She's pissed, at Gamzee, at herself, at this whole stupid fucking tower. But even that emotion is draining her more by the second as her mind clouds and her vision unfocuses and begins to darken. She's just a sitting duck at this point, and she's disgusted at the idea that there's absolutely nothing she can do to get back at Gamzee right now.]