Stormlit Hunger Games - RP

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

16 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

Anansi screams with pure rage. He breaks the cuffs and punches his fist into one of the peacekeepers. They are startled into a mad rush to help Eddie and to restrain Anansi, but its too late.

Anansi barrels into Elan's chest, knocking him to the ground. 

"YOU HORRIBLE RUTHLESS MONSTER! HAVE YOU NO HEART!" He screams gripping at his shirt as they go tumbling.

Elan growls angrily. “YOU KILLED HIM! You KILLED MY SON!” He screeches. He holds up his knife and aggressively stabs Anansi in the neck repeatedly. Drops of blood fling across the ground and Elans face.

15 minutes ago, Canada Lover said:

Ezrium helped Cassian up and healed the gash on his forehead with the Stormlit he has.

"Cassian, we need to run!" Ezrium tried to pull Cassian away.

 

Elan looked up and made a gesture with his hand. Cassian was forcefully flung towards him. “Goodnight, child…” He whispered evilly.

[Edema Rue she/her]

32 minutes ago, Canada Lover said:

Ezrium helped Cassian up and healed the gash on his forehead with the Stormlit he has.

"Cassian, we need to run!" Ezrium tried to pull Cassian away.

 

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Only edgedancers can heal others. 

Eddie laughs, and Ezrium is thrown back against a wall.

40 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

Elan grins evilly. He slowly begins opening a gash along Cassie’s forehead.

“THIS IS WHAT YOU GET ANANSI! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!”

Eddie pulls the child into her arms. “Take the father. He’s embarrassing.”

29 minutes ago, Ravenclawjedi42 said:

Wow, the Gamemakers really have some problems. I would feel bad for them if I didn’t hate them with every ounce of my soul, Bob thinks to himself.

Aww, shut up and go kill something, Eddie says into his mind.

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EDIT: whoops, didn’t see the new page.

 

Edited October 8, 2023 by Edema Rue

[Ravenclawjedi42]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

Eddie laughs, and Ezrium is thrown back against a wall.

Eddie pulls the child into her arms. “Take the father. He’s embarrassing.”

Aww, shut up and go kill something, Eddie says into his mind.

I am! I just threw Living at—

Wait. You have telepathy? Wha—how—?

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No, Truthwatchers can heal others too, which Ezrium is.

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

1 minute ago, Ravenclawjedi42 said:

I am! I just threw Living at—

Wait. You have telepathy? Wha—how—?

 

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Oopsy daisy I be dumb  

I can do a lot of things, Eddie sent to him, and I promise you don’t want to see all of them, so I suggest you fight harder.

[Ravenclawjedi42]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

I can do a lot of things, Eddie sent to him, and I promise you don’t want to see all of them, so I suggest you fight harder.

I will fight at my own pace, Bob thinks definitively. But…there was something still bothering him.

Explain how your powers work. Explain, and I will fight harder than any you have seen before.

[Edema Rue she/her]

Just now, Ravenclawjedi42 said:

I will fight at my own pace, Bob thinks definitively. But…there was something still bothering him.

Explain how your powers work. Explain, and I will fight harder than any you have seen before.

Eddie hesitates. It was tempting, but… No. You aren’t worth that, my son. Besides, it would take far too long, and I don’t have the patience for that.

[SmilingPanda19 Any!]

16 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

Elan growls angrily. “YOU KILLED HIM! You KILLED MY SON!” He screeches. He holds up his knife and aggressively stabs Anansi in the neck repeatedly. Drops of blood fling across the ground and Elans face.

Elan looked up and made a gesture with his hand. Cassian was forcefully flung towards him. “Goodnight, child…” He whispered evilly.

Anansi coughs up blood falling to the ground. Blood spills from his neck gruesomely. He struggles to breathe, shaking. He looks Elan in the eye, then to Eddie, as he is dying. He then looks at Cassian. 
 

Cassians eyes are wide open in shock. He looks upon his father with fear, horror, and mostly despair. This was the greatest man he had ever known, defeated by his love for his son. 
 

Anansi pulls himself desperately over Elan, using the last he has to tackle him. He covers his face roughly so he can’t breath. He holds himself there despite being stabbed over and over. He holds strong struggling through the pain. 
 

Cassian gets up and Elan passes out beneath him. Anansi coughs out a huge pool of blood. 
 

He looks up weakly at his son. He wraps his fingers around the yellow sunflower his little boy dropped. 
 

“Never loose your color son.”

Cassian watches as his father goes limp, covered in blood. His eyes go cold and he leaves the sunflower in Cassy’s hands. 
 

Suddenly the entire world has gone cold. A dull black white and gray. Everything around him drained of color. His fathers color fading in this view. Till he goes completely black and white. Everything except for that little precious flower in his hand. 

That bright beautiful yellow shines above the rest. It shines like sunshine, it shines bright golden eyes, it shines like the bright colors of paint, and it shines like love. Overwhelming. Unending. Unconditional. Love. 
 

“Never…”  He whispers back.

[Ravenclawjedi42]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

Eddie hesitates. It was tempting, but… No. You aren’t worth that, my son. Besides, it would take far too long, and I don’t have the patience for that.

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I’m starting to really like Eddie’s character. She’s so…evil.

Not worth it, Bob thinks to himself. Not worth it. Those words pulsed inside him, like a beating drum, over and over and over.

I’ll show her not worth it.

Living comes, back to his hands as Bob abandons his attack on Aymara (@Lotus Blossom). They become a dagger in Bob’s hands, pointed at his own chest. Not worth it. Not worth it. Storm it! She called me “not worth it”, and all she’ll get from me is a boring. Suicide. Death.

Bob starts to push the dagger into his chest.

Bob, Living calls. Bob, don’t do it. You don’t need to. Just murder a few people and everyone will be okay!

Bob didn’t want to kill himself. He didn’t even have a good reason to! But it was either this, or he would, as Living pointed out, have to murder others.

And Bob hated mudering.

And those words kept repeating in his head. Not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it not worth it notworthitnotworthitnotworthitnotworthit. I. Am. WORTH IT!

And Bob cuts his own heart out. His last thought, directed towards it Eddie, is:

Mayst thou neu’r sleepe a full night againne.

Living-while-dead screams, a sound full of sorrow. It is done. Bob is dead.

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Wow, I really didn’t expect this to end this way. This has been really fun! Good luck to everyone.

 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

1 minute ago, Ravenclawjedi42 said:

Not worth it, Bob thinks to himself. Not worth it. Those words pulsed inside him, like a beating drum, over and over and over.

I’ll show her not worth it.

Living comes, back to his hands as Bob abandons his attack on Aymara (@Lotus Blossom). They become a dagger in Bob’s hands, pointed at his own chest. Not worth it. Not worth it. Storm it! She called me “not worth it”, and all she’ll get from me is a boring. Suicide. Death.

Bob starts to push the dagger into his chest.

Bob, Living calls. Bob, don’t do it. You don’t need to. Just murder a few people and everyone will be okay!

Bob didn’t want to kill himself. He didn’t even have a good reason to! But it was either this, or he would, as Living pointed out, have to murder others.

And Bob hated mudering.

And those words kept repeating in his head. Not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it not worth it notworthitnotworthitnotworthitnotworthit. I. Am. WORTH IT!

And Bob cuts his own heart out. His last thought, directed towards it Eddie, is:

Mayst thou neu’r sleepe a full night againne.

Living-while-dead screams, a sound full of sorrow. It is done. Bob is dead.

 

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*cries*
You… are the first person I feel really bad for. I’m sorry! So sorry!

 

[Ravenclawjedi42]

Just now, Ancient Elantrian said:

 

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Wow. That means a lot, coming from an evil gamemaker. Thank you!

 

[SmilingPanda19 Any!]

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Our characters are evil. We are not. We are just as human and emotional

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

3 minutes ago, Ravenclawjedi42 said:

Not worth it, Bob thinks to himself. Not worth it. Those words pulsed inside him, like a beating drum, over and over and over.

I’ll show her not worth it.

Living comes, back to his hands as Bob abandons his attack on Aymara (@Lotus Blossom). They become a dagger in Bob’s hands, pointed at his own chest. Not worth it. Not worth it. Storm it! She called me “not worth it”, and all she’ll get from me is a boring. Suicide. Death.

Bob starts to push the dagger into his chest.

Bob, Living calls. Bob, don’t do it. You don’t need to. Just murder a few people and everyone will be okay!

Bob didn’t want to kill himself. He didn’t even have a good reason to! But it was either this, or he would, as Living pointed out, have to murder others.

And Bob hated mudering.

And those words kept repeating in his head. Not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it not worth it notworthitnotworthitnotworthitnotworthit. I. Am. WORTH IT!

And Bob cuts his own heart out. His last thought, directed towards it Eddie, is:

Mayst thou neu’r sleepe a full night againne.

Living-while-dead screams, a sound full of sorrow. It is done. Bob is dead.

 

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OH FISHES NO

WHAT DID I DOOOOOOO

Welp...

Eddie's mask drops, and just for a moment, she looks terrified. Just for a moment, she looks...human. Vulnerable. Alive. Her eyes seem to take in the entire scene at once. No, no, no. Your children are dead, the only children you've ever been allowed to have, your only family, gone, gone, gone, willing to die rather than be with you, what kind of a parent so willingly forces harm up their children...their family...who makes their home a place of destruction...destruction...destruction?

And then her eyes are hard again; any humanity she had shown is gone. Each child reacts differently to your teaching. He is gone, as are all the rest, and you have changed him, as you have changed the rest. 

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Panda I wouldn't bet on that. I'm frightening myself by how little I feel.

 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

Eddie's mask drops, and just for a moment, she looks terrified. Just for a moment, she looks...human. Vulnerable. Alive. Her eyes seem to take in the entire scene at once. No, no, no. Your children are dead, the only children you've ever been allowed to have, your only family, gone, gone, gone, willing to die rather than be with you, what kind of a parent so willingly forces harm up their children...their family...who makes their home a place of destruction...destruction...destruction?

And then her eyes are hard again; any humanity she had shown is gone. Each child reacts differently to your teaching. He is gone, as are all the rest, and you have changed him, as you have changed the rest. 

 

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I have feelings! Unfortunately. Sometimes I wish I didn’t.

I’m out now, right? I’m guessing this’ll end tonight or tomorrow morning so I’ll just stay konked out since I won’t really be here?

 

Edited October 8, 2023 by Ancient Elantrian

[Edema Rue she/her]

2 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

 

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Probably. Most of what's left is for tributes to die, but most of them just aren't doing that for some reason (which is fine, I don't want the entire end to happen without Lotus).

Eddie turns away from the two fallen gamemakers, snorting her disapproval. Her gaze lands on Cassian. "Oh, child," she says, and perhaps some part of her regretted what had happened to Bob, because she slipped her knife away and took him in her arms, looking into his shining eyes. "Oh, my boy. My...my son. You've lived in my home, and that makes you a part of my family. And I don't leave my family," she says sweetly, shoving down memories of the parents she used to have. "These ones don't have much longer; their games are ending, as they should. But you...you don't fit into their little play, their little deaths that ultimately mean nothing...don't worry, my child. I will make room for you. You have a place in my heart, little victor." She wraps him in a hug, and then, when her arms are behind his back, she reaches a finger that's somehow no longer tangible into his mind. "That's right, that's right. You are my son, the only true winner of these games..."

@SmilingPanda19

[Ravenclawjedi42]

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…and I was already bored after just five minutes of being dead, so I decided that Bob committing suicide wouldn’t count as breaking his oaths, so I’ll keep RPing as a sad Mistspren if that’s okay.

Living kept screaming. She knew that Bob was dead, but they couldn’t believe it. Her scholar, their fighter, her human, their everything, dead.

And she had been the one to kill him.

Yes, Bob had pushed the dagger into his heart, but for Living it was worse, they had been the dagger. She had known what he was trying to do and tried to convince him not to, but they had only made things worse.

So she knew what she could do.

They flew to where the innocent boy was, twisted by the lies of the one who had actually killed Bob.

“Say the words,” she whispered in his ear. “Say them, Cass.”

@SmilingPanda19

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I thought this would be cool for the arcs of both Living and Cassian, but if you don’t want him to be a radiant than he obviously doesn’t have to.

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

7 minutes ago, Ravenclawjedi42 said:

Living kept screaming. She knew that Bob was dead, but they couldn’t believe it. Her scholar, their fighter, her human, their everything, dead.

And she had been the one to kill him.

Yes, Bob had pushed the dagger into his heart, but for Living it was worse, they had been the dagger. She had known what he was trying to do and tried to convince him not to, but they had only made things worse.

So she knew what she could do.

They flew to where the innocent boy was, twisted by the lies of the one who had actually killed Bob.

“Say the words,” she whispered in his ear. “Say them, Cass.”

@SmilingPanda19

 

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Oi! Eddie never lies!

 

[Lotus Blossom she/her]

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I AM SO SORRY.

i had an irl commitment that lasted all day today and ik i missed a lot

i'm reading through it all now-

did amyra die?

 

[Ψιτιsτηε Βεsτ]

@Edema Rue @Ancient Elantrian 

[Lotus Blossom she/her]

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okay okay im all caught up.

i really do apologize for not being active today-

the only living characters who remain are Amyra, Ninddle, and Ezrium, right?

 

[Ravenclawjedi42]

Just now, Lotus Blossom said:

 

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And Cassian.

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

4 minutes ago, Lotus Blossom said:

 

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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY HI LOTUS!!!!

Eddie is hugging Cassy in the center of the arena, Anansi is dead next to her and Elan is passed out on the other side. You and Ninddle exist, and Ezrium is hiding.

@Lotus Blossom @Lord Spirit @Canada Lover @SmilingPanda19

[Lotus Blossom she/her]

Amyra looked Ninddle, Cassian, and Eddie in the eyes.
She felt intense hatred, yes.
For the other tributes.
For the gamemakers.
But also for herself.
For what she'd become.
For the world.
For what it made her.

She drew her sword.

Amyra, A small, quiet voice said in her head. Amyra smiled bitterly.

Yes, Aerie?

Don't forget me.

I won't.

Do you promise?

...... I promise.

She took a deep breath, and spoke her fourth ideal.

“I accept that sometimes the only way I can protect others is by ending myself."

And she stabbed herself in the chest with her sword. She wouldn't use her shardblade for this. She let the blood run down her body.

She staggered to the center of the ring, supporting her weight on the hilt of the blade, the tip digging into the sand.

Her voice was raspy and strained as she spoke her death rattle.

[Warning: It's long]

Spoiler

I suppose we all must die.
It’s inevitable, isn’t it?
How insignificant we are.
Just one life.
Just one death.
Just one family, mourning.
I look at the stars and think…
What are we?
What have we done?
What are our hopes and our dreams when faced with the endless possibilities out there.
The worlds we’ll never discover.
The years that keep coming, even if they leave others behind.
My mother died when I was twelve.
She held my face and told me that we all were worthless.
That life had no meaning.
Or value.
But I disagreed.
My father, overcome by grief, wouldn’t wake up most mornings.
It was my twin and I who would get up every morning and work the fields.
Feed the sheep.
Harvest the crops.
Tend to the farm.
Raise our sister and brother.
Freya was only six years old when my mother died, and Theo was one.
It was the effects of Theo’s birth that killed her, after all.
She stared me in the eyes and told me that I was worthless.
I didn’t believe her.
I was foolish, I suppose.
I thought I could still protect people
I thought there were still people to protect.
Well, there always will be people to protect.
But they don’t know it.
And they don’t want protection.
So, of course, my name got drawn.
My mother died, a liar.
But I think I’m starting to believe her now.
And the unsettling part?
I’m not upset.
Or frustrated.
Or discouraged.
I accept it.
I am at peace.
What is death?
Death is moving on.
Accepting and understanding.
Awakening and delving into slumber.
It is life’s beginning and life’s end.
Death is revival.
Death is peace.
Death is closing your eyes, knowing you wont open them again, and smiling.
It is finally saying goodbye, without feeling that bitter longing.
It will approach you at the right time, and right moment.
Don't worry, it will come.
This moment wasn't yours, but sometime, it will be.
And when that moment comes, accept it.
For that is all we can do.
That is all I can do.
My moment has come.
Perhaps yours will, soon.
And that is when you know that you can rest.
For death is nothing.
And everything.
It is lightness.
And it is darkness.
There is something of importance to remember as you let me die, here.
Alone.
Wilting to the world.
One last strand of words- powerful words- that I can offer to the pitiful world.
It is your choice to accept it.
But at the same time, it is not.
We have no choice.
And every choice.
Don’t go on living, leaving yourself behind.
It’s coming after you.
After all of you.
And it’s catching up.
Collected 8 seconds pre-death. Subject was a darkeyed youth of sixteen years who had taken her own life in the Second Annual Hunger Games.

Amyra closed her eyes.

And smiled.

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alright, that's the grand finale for Amyra, then

thank you so so much guys this RP was incredible

i really really had fun playing her character and can't wait for the next one 

 

Edited October 8, 2023 by Lotus Blossom

[Ravenclawjedi42]

6 minutes ago, Lotus Blossom said:

Amyra looked Ninddle, Cassian, and Eddie in the eyes.
She felt intense hatred, yes.
For the other tributes.
For the gamemakers.
But also for herself.
For what she'd become.
For the world.
For what it made her.

She drew her sword.

Amyra, A small, quiet voice said in her head. Amyra smiled bitterly.

Yes, Aerie?

Don't forget me.

I won't.

Do you promise?

...... I promise.

She took a deep breath, and spoke her fourth ideal.

“I accept that sometimes the only way I can protect others is by ending myself."

And she stabbed herself in the chest with her sword. She wouldn't use her shardblade for this. She let the blood run down her body.

She staggered to the center of the ring, supporting her weight on the hilt of the blade, the tip digging into the sand.

Her voice was raspy and strained as she spoke her death rattle.

[Warning: It's long]

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I suppose we all must die.
It’s inevitable, isn’t it?
How insignificant we are.
Just one life.
Just one death.
Just one family, mourning.
I look at the stars and think…
What are we?
What have we done?
What are our hopes and our dreams when faced with the endless possibilities out there.
The worlds we’ll never discover.
The years that keep coming, even if they leave others behind.
My mother died when I was twelve.
She held my face and told me that we all were worthless.
That life had no meaning.
Or value.
But I disagreed.
My father, overcome by grief, wouldn’t wake up most mornings.
It was my twin and I who would get up every morning and work the fields.
Feed the sheep.
Harvest the crops.
Tend to the farm.
Raise our sister and brother.
Freya was only six years old when my mother died, and Theo was one.
It was the effects of Theo’s birth that killed her, after all.
She stared me in the eyes and told me that I was worthless.
I didn’t believe her.
I was foolish, I suppose.
I thought I could still protect people
I thought there were still people to protect.
Well, there always will be people to protect.
But they don’t know it.
And they don’t want protection.
So, of course, my name got drawn.
My mother died, a liar.
But I think I’m starting to believe her now.
And the unsettling part?
I’m not upset.
Or frustrated.
Or discouraged.
I accept it.
I am at peace.
What is death?
Death is moving on.
Accepting and understanding.
Awakening and delving into slumber.
It is life’s beginning and life’s end.
Death is revival.
Death is peace.
Death is closing your eyes, knowing you wont open them again, and smiling.
It is finally saying goodbye, without feeling that bitter longing.
It will approach you at the right time, and right moment.
Don't worry, it will come.
This moment wasn't yours, but sometime, it will be.
And when that moment comes, accept it.
For that is all we can do.
That is all I can do.
My moment has come.
Perhaps yours will, soon.
And that is when you know that you can rest.
For death is nothing.
And everything.
It is lightness.
And it is darkness.
There is something of importance to remember as you let me die, here.
Alone.
Wilting to the world.
One last strand of words- powerful words- that I can offer to the pitiful world.
It is your choice to accept it.
But at the same time, it is not.
We have no choice.
And every choice.
Don’t go on living, leaving yourself behind.
It’s coming after you.
After all of you.
And it’s catching up.
Collected 8 seconds pre-death. Subject was a darkeyed youth of sixteen years who had taken her own life in the Second Annual Hunger Games.

Amyra closed her eyes.

And smiled.

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alright, that's the grand finale for Amyra, then

thank you so so much guys this RP was incredible

i really really had fun playing her character and can't wait for the next one 

 

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Not you, too! Now I wish I had put a death rattle in my death scene.

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

6 minutes ago, Lotus Blossom said:

Amyra looked Ninddle, Cassian, and Eddie in the eyes.
She felt intense hatred, yes.
For the other tributes.
For the gamemakers.
But also for herself.
For what she'd become.
For the world.
For what it made her.

She drew her sword.

Amyra, A small, quiet voice said in her head. Amyra smiled bitterly.

Yes, Aerie?

Don't forget me.

I won't.

Do you promise?

...... I promise.

She took a deep breath, and spoke her fourth ideal.

“I accept that sometimes the only way I can protect others is by ending myself."

And she stabbed herself in the chest with her sword. She wouldn't use her shardblade for this. She let the blood run down her body.

She staggered to the center of the ring, supporting her weight on the hilt of the blade, the tip digging into the sand.

Her voice was raspy and strained as she spoke her death rattle.

[Warning: It's long]

  Reveal hidden contents

I suppose we all must die.
It’s inevitable, isn’t it?
How insignificant we are.
Just one life.
Just one death.
Just one family, mourning.
I look at the stars and think…
What are we?
What have we done?
What are our hopes and our dreams when faced with the endless possibilities out there.
The worlds we’ll never discover.
The years that keep coming, even if they leave others behind.
My mother died when I was twelve.
She held my face and told me that we all were worthless.
That life had no meaning.
Or value.
But I disagreed.
My father, overcome by grief, wouldn’t wake up most mornings.
It was my twin and I who would get up every morning and work the fields.
Feed the sheep.
Harvest the crops.
Tend to the farm.
Raise our sister and brother.
Freya was only six years old when my mother died, and Theo was one.
It was the effects of Theo’s birth that killed her, after all.
She stared me in the eyes and told me that I was worthless.
I didn’t believe her.
I was foolish, I suppose.
I thought I could still protect people
I thought there were still people to protect.
Well, there always will be people to protect.
But they don’t know it.
And they don’t want protection.
So, of course, my name got drawn.
My mother died, a liar.
But I think I’m starting to believe her now.
And the unsettling part?
I’m not upset.
Or frustrated.
Or discouraged.
I accept it.
I am at peace.
What is death?
Death is moving on.
Accepting and understanding.
Awakening and delving into slumber.
It is life’s beginning and life’s end.
Death is revival.
Death is peace.
Death is closing your eyes, knowing you wont open them again, and smiling.
It is finally saying goodbye, without feeling that bitter longing.
It will approach you at the right time, and right moment.
Don't worry, it will come.
This moment wasn't yours, but sometime, it will be.
And when that moment comes, accept it.
For that is all we can do.
That is all I can do.
My moment has come.
Perhaps yours will, soon.
And that is when you know that you can rest.
For death is nothing.
And everything.
It is lightness.
And it is darkness.
There is something of importance to remember as you let me die, here.
Alone.
Wilting to the world.
One last strand of words- powerful words- that I can offer to the pitiful world.
It is your choice to accept it.
But at the same time, it is not.
We have no choice.
And every choice.
Don’t go on living, leaving yourself behind.
It’s coming after you.
After all of you.
And it’s catching up.
Collected 8 seconds pre-death. Subject was a darkeyed youth of sixteen years who had taken her own life in the Second Annual Hunger Games.

Amyra closed her eyes.

And smiled.

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alright, that's the grand finale for Amyra, then

thank you so so much guys this RP was incredible

i really really had fun playing her character and can't wait for the next one 

 

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I...

How do I even respond to this? 

You are a master of your craft, Lotus. 

NOTE: please listen to Monster from the broadway version of frozen while you read that. (I did it on accident and now I'm crying)

Eddie watched Amyra die, head cocked to the side. When the body had fallen, she nodded slowly. Yes. My children understand. I teach them well. Their lives end in pain and understanding, every time. I hope that in the next life, they can learn to be grateful. A pity, though. I expected more from this one... Then, suddenly, she giggles and claps her hands. "Oh!" She says. "We have our top two! Dear Nin, dear Ez...I will miss you, my children. Happy hunger games...

"And may the odds...

"Be ever...

"In your favor."

@Lord Spirit @Canada Lover

[Lotus Blossom she/her]

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i skipped the surgebinding scene i had planned bc i thought this alternate ending fit better, but amyra was actually going to use surgebinding in a battle, and be quite good at it, in case you were wondering why the one windrunner never got to that...