Cosmere Hunger Games - RP

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Dougella, Hg Arena, Casino

Laughing. That is all she hears,

You will always be the laughing stock. Their voices ring in her ears

She smiles, hiding her pain. Exactly hide, like the baby you are. Her own mind seems to betray her, laughing at her, she shakes her head, shaking the feeling

"What do you think is a fair price then" a bitter tone edging into her voice. 

@Edema Rue

Edited May 22 by Scars of Hathsin

[Edema Rue she/her]

8 minutes ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

Dougella, Hg Arena, Casino

Laughing. That is all she hears,

You will always be the laughing stock. Their voices ring in her ears

She smiles, hiding her pain. Exactly hide, like the baby you are. Her own mind seems to betray her, laughing at her, she shakes her head, shaking the feeling

"What do you think is a fair price then" a bitter tone edging into her voice. 

@Edema Rue

“400 breaths,” Corin murmurs, “and a memory that hurts.” He leaned closer, then whispered so quietly she could barely hear, “and do make a good story of it. We have an audience.” His eyes flicked to a camera in the corner, then back to her. 

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

3 hours ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

"You want sand? I give you three bags if you win. If you lose, I get your information and throw you out into the highstorm. Deal?"

The man swore when he saw the results. He slid over four chips, each a vial of chromium. "One more game?" He said. "You win, I give you three vials. You lose, you give me three hundred breaths." 

“Deal!”

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[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

1 hour ago, Edema Rue said:

“400 breaths,” Corin murmurs, “and a memory that hurts.” He leaned closer, then whispered so quietly she could barely hear, “and do make a good story of it. We have an audience.” His eyes flicked to a camera in the corner, then back to her. 

Dougella, HG Arena, Casino

Dougella stares in shock, 400 breaths. No matter, I am ever so sure you can win that back her own mind whispers to her, after all you are so lucky, and competitive. "Ok" Dougella responds, also glancing at the camera in the corner of the room. "I will tell you the story first.

**

Dougella watches as the others raced around, playing a game of tiggy, tag, whatever you wanted to call it. She watched them, knowing she will never be able to play with them again. Storming traitors. She sits there sullen, her legs folded underneath her, in her ratty flowered skirt, with smiley faces, and happy things plastered all over it, the way a 6 year old should be. Your to scary, and eager, and competitive. Their small voices echoing through her memory, bringing tears to her eyes. Sure she liked to have fun, and race others on everything, but did everyone else not want that.. What is wrong with me? She questions herself, and a friend appears, Everything, it disappears as soon as it had come, leaving her shocked. Tears threatened to spill harder. Rusts, I will not be a cry baby she scolds herself. It is at that moment, one of the others giggles, while looking at her, trying to hide it behind a hand. Rage fills her, and she stands up, but deflates. Why do I try?

**

Dougella tears up at the memory, a lone tear sliding down her face, something she had learnt added more authenticity, and sincerity to her stories. "You happy now?" she says weapily towards Corin

 

@Edema Rue

[Lord Spirit he/him]

7 hours ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

3 7 2 for luck

I got 4 1 1

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Not that it matters, but since when is 7 a number you can roll on a dice? lol 

 

[Spark of Hope]

9 hours ago, Unintelligenius said:

"Nacho some help here" Quelkin yells as he gets pinned. "Your going to have to get yourself out of this one" he replies. "Storming spren, won't even help me when I'm about to die." "You focus to much on your pewter, use the stormlight", Nacho says. Quelkin throws himself to the ground and coats the floor in stormlight, sticking @The Bookwyrm to the ground in the process. Quelkin stands up with the bag in hand and inhales sharply taking in more stormlight. He turns a starts running into the jungle as his wounds begin to heal.

She chased him. She didn’t have metalminds, but she was still quick enough to catch up. She kicked one of his legs out from under him.

Edited May 22 by Spark of Hope

[Dragonheir he/him]

8 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

It gives him almost nothing, and leaves him feeling nauseated. It clearly isn’t a pure alloy.

In that case, Tondon will curl up and try to sleep off the headache and wait for the highstorm to pass. 

[The Stormfather]

8 hours ago, Lotus Blossom said:

Having been infused with enough stormlight, Astra stands in the storm.

"Mark, dear," she begins gently, voice calm and steady through the wind, "I'll come back in a moment. I must survey the area."

"Why are you glowing?" Mark, not knowing she was a Radiant and also not familiar with highstorms, asks.

Edited May 22 by The Stormfather

[SmilingPanda19 she/her]

11 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

GMHQ

Gavin nodded, trying to look placated. He’s too soft. He cares too much. He doesn’t understand that the most beautiful art comes from the most desperate people…abruptly, Gavin stiffened, feeling something sharp and warm and dangerous come over him. A picture began to form in his mind…no, no, no, not now… “Y-you,” he said, pointing at a random assistant, who froze. “G-g-g— g-get m-m-my p-p-paint. A-and a c-canvas.” The assistant scurried off, and Gavin turned back to the screen, the painting in his mind spreading and growing.

He nods and turns back to the screen. “Paint as much as you want, just make sure your studies are completed before M. Noailles arrive this evening. I expect you to be impressing their daughter…”

Edited May 22 by SmilingPanda19

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

9 hours ago, Unintelligenius said:

"Nacho some help here" Quelkin yells as he gets pinned. "Your going to have to get yourself out of this one" he replies. "Storming spren, won't even help me when I'm about to die." "You focus to much on your pewter, use the stormlight", Nacho says. Quelkin throws himself to the ground and coats the floor in stormlight, sticking @The Bookwyrm to the ground in the process. Quelkin stands up with the bag in hand and inhales sharply taking in more stormlight. He turns a starts running into the jungle as his wounds begin to heal.

Tinker struggled on the ground, trying to get up. His jumpsuit was securely fastened to the glowing ground.

What the heck?

@Spark of Hope

[Spark of Hope]

1 minute ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Tinker struggled on the ground, trying to get up. His jumpsuit was securely fastened to the glowing ground.

What the heck?

@Spark of Hope

"Uh... don't die." Then she ran off to do my last post.

[Ancient Elantrian he/him]

8 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

“Deal!”

 

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3, 6, 5

The Gambler grumbled. This was not his day. He cautiously slid over a three chips embossed with a silver bag of sand. As soon as they reached him, they transformed into real bags of sand. "There ya go." He said. "Wanna play again?" 

[SmilingPanda19 she/her]

Émeric sits in his chair, watching the screen with his chin resting on his hand gently. He narrows his eyes at the screen. He then presses a button, a small microphone lighting up for the Gambler.

”How is the business?” His English is slightly broken, his French accent quite thick. 
 

@Ancient Elantrian

[Ancient Elantrian he/him]

2 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

Émeric sits in his chair, watching the screen with his chin resting on his hand gently. He narrows his eyes at the screen. He then presses a button, a small microphone lighting up for the Gambler.

”How is the business?” His English is slightly broken, his French accent quite thick. 
 

@Ancient Elantrian

"Not good. Too many of these (darn) luck storers. I got one hunted but he fell in a cave. Others... their stupid luck."

[SmilingPanda19 she/her]

Just now, Ancient Elantrian said:

"Not good. Too many of these (darn) luck storers. I got one hunted but he fell in a cave. Others... their stupid luck."

He thinks for a moment. “Shall I send in another disaster? Make people flock to the Casino? Or perhaps something more gruesome to keep the action? We have a lot of viewers placing millions of dollars in bets on many of those in the casino, we need to mix it up a bit. Kick some of them out, they can’t stay there forever.”

[Ancient Elantrian he/him]

1 minute ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

He thinks for a moment. “Shall I send in another disaster? Make people flock to the Casino? Or perhaps something more gruesome to keep the action? We have a lot of viewers placing millions of dollars in bets on many of those in the casino, we need to mix it up a bit. Kick some of them out, they can’t stay there forever.”

The Gambler nods. "The Change. Send The Change." Then he looks over at [roy's character]. "Get out. Or I kill you." He said angrily. 

@RoyalBeeMage

[SmilingPanda19 she/her]

1 minute ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

The Gambler nods. "The Change. Send The Change." Then he looks over at [roy's character]. "Get out. Or I kill you." He said angrily. 

@RoyalBeeMage

Overhead the clouds move in front of the sun, the world gets dark like night. 

[Edema Rue she/her]

8 hours ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

Dougella, HG Arena, Casino

Dougella stares in shock, 400 breaths. No matter, I am ever so sure you can win that back her own mind whispers to her, after all you are so lucky, and competitive. "Ok" Dougella responds, also glancing at the camera in the corner of the room. "I will tell you the story first.

**

Dougella watches as the others raced around, playing a game of tiggy, tag, whatever you wanted to call it. She watched them, knowing she will never be able to play with them again. Storming traitors. She sits there sullen, her legs folded underneath her, in her ratty flowered skirt, with smiley faces, and happy things plastered all over it, the way a 6 year old should be. Your to scary, and eager, and competitive. Their small voices echoing through her memory, bringing tears to her eyes. Sure she liked to have fun, and race others on everything, but did everyone else not want that.. What is wrong with me? She questions herself, and a friend appears, Everything, it disappears as soon as it had come, leaving her shocked. Tears threatened to spill harder. Rusts, I will not be a cry baby she scolds herself. It is at that moment, one of the others giggles, while looking at her, trying to hide it behind a hand. Rage fills her, and she stands up, but deflates. Why do I try?

**

Dougella tears up at the memory, a lone tear sliding down her face, something she had learnt added more authenticity, and sincerity to her stories. "You happy now?" she says weapily towards Corin

 

@Edema Rue

“Mm…” He nods. “It’ll do.” He reaches below the counter and grabs a short sword and a dagger. Both gleam with inlaid silver. A light turns on a subtle earpiece he’s wearing. He blinks, then nods. “Leave,” he says, sounding bored, “or die.”

48 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

He nods and turns back to the screen. “Paint as much as you want, just make sure your studies are completed before M. Noailles arrive this evening. I expect you to be impressing their daughter…”

Gavin choked. “W-w-what? Y-y-y-you d-didn’t t-t-tell m-me a-a-about th-this!”

[SmilingPanda19 she/her]

1 minute ago, Edema Rue said:

“Mm…” He nods. “It’ll do.” He reaches below the counter and grabs a short sword and a dagger. Both gleam with inlaid silver. A light turns on a subtle earpiece he’s wearing. He blinks, then nods. “Leave,” he says, sounding bored, “or die.”

Gavin choked. “W-w-what? Y-y-y-you d-didn’t t-t-tell m-me a-a-about th-this!”

He looks up at him. “This has been planned for weeks. You knew about this.” He swats him away. “If you want to paint you better get going already otherwise you’ll run out of time.”

[WhyEverNot_8 he/him]

Connor stands up and stretches “Whew… glad the storm is almost over. I need to be finding food soon.”

[TheRavenHasLanded he/him]

20 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

Overhead the clouds move in front of the sun, the world gets dark like night. 

"WHAT THE HELL"

[Edema Rue she/her]

Under the darkening sky, the arena shifts and splits. The ground roils like the sea in a storm. Trees fade away or pop up to the surface. After nearly an hour of this, it settles into a fowl smelling swamp. There are places of dry ground, but many of the tributes find themselves knee deep in mud or water. All those who previously did not feel weakened find themselves feeling weaker. Slowly, things begin to fall from the sky. At first, it seems like rain. @The Bookwyrm recognizes them as spores.

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All those who were in the casino have been removed under threat of death. It’s now completely empty. Any supplies your characters had they still have, including Stormlight (if it’s in gemstones). Sorry for the notifs everyone, it’s just important that you all see this.

@Lord Spirit @Cash67 @RoyalBeeMage @J. Magi @TheRavenHasLanded @The Bookwyrm @Spark of Hope @Wierdo @The Stormfather @The Honorable One @WhyEverNot_8 @Unintelligenius @Scars of Hathsin @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ @Lotus Blossom @Dragonheir @LightRinger

[TheRavenHasLanded he/him]

1 minute ago, Edema Rue said:

Under the darkening sky, the arena shifts and splits. The ground roils like the sea in a storm. Trees fade away or pop up to the surface. After nearly an hour of this, it settles into a fowl smelling swamp. There are places of dry ground, but many of the tributes find themselves knee deep in mud or water. All those who previously did not feel weakened find themselves feeling weaker. Slowly, things begin to fall from the sky. At first, it seems like rain. @The Bookwyrm recognizes them as spores.

@Lord Spirit @Cash67 @RoyalBeeMage @J. Magi @TheRavenHasLanded @The Bookwyrm @Spark of Hope @Wierdo @The Stormfather @The Honorable One @WhyEverNot_8 @Unintelligenius @Scars of Hathsin @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ @Lotus Blossom @Dragonheir @LightRinger

"I FEEL LIKE SOMETHING IS BAD ABOUT THESE DONT TOUCH THEM"

[Spark of Hope]

She reluctantly gave up pursuit of @Unintelligenius for now and returned to where Tinker was. "Tinker!" 

@The Bookwyrm

Edited May 22 by Spark of Hope

[Edema Rue she/her]

6 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

He looks up at him. “This has been planned for weeks. You knew about this.” He swats him away. “If you want to paint you better get going already otherwise you’ll run out of time.”

GMHQ

Gavin watches the arena Change. Is he an idiot? There are more important things than some girl, especially right now. Slowly, he picks up his brush and starts to paint.