Edema Rue
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The casino is steep and sheer, impossible to climb. The spores die, however, when they touch its silvery sides.
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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.
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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
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“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!”
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“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.
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Corin laughs. And keeps laughing. And keeps laughing. The sound never changes or fades until it cuts off. “Try again,” he says sharply.
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Finally, finally, it opens. “I’m listening,” Corin said.
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Corin nodded once. “I do. What can you give me?”
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PLAGIARISM
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Awww, that’s really sweet, I like it!
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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.
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Gavin looked away, coughing. You can’t let him see. Idiot! “W-what i-i-if th-they d-d-die b-b-b-before y-y-you c-c-can m-m-make th-them f-f-fall i-in l-l-l-love?” He blinked earnestly, hoping his father’s broken English would cover his mistake.
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Corin meets her eyes calmly. “We’ll have chromium at a later date, but we are currently…ah…out of stock.” He glances at the gambler in the corner. “Should you wish to make a bet, you may, but I advise against it.”
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Sounds good! I get out Thursday. I’m so scudding done with it.
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Okay, perfect! Post whenever you have time, but preferably more often, since characters will start dying pretty soon, and it’s kind of unfair for inactive people to always be the ones who survive. I totally get scheduling though, I’ll be at FSY all of next week (THIS IS WHY WE HAVE FIVE GM’S) so don’t stress too much.
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Ah, sorry…yeah, these games are somewhat infamous for moving incredibly quickly. Read my first post to get a lay of the land. Besides that, there’s currently a highstorm going on, so your character should find some sort of shelter. Does that help?
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Ooh, nice! And way to actually finish a book, that takes a lot of work!!
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@Spark of Hope @The Bookwyrm GMHQ Gavin blinked at the screen. “W-w-what i-if th-th-they d-d-d-d— a-a-are k-killed?” @SmilingPanda19 Stop touching me, Gavin thought. His heart pounded far too quickly. Don’t touch me don’t touch me don’t—
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Gavin hesitated. “I-I. I s-s-see c-c-colors.” The best lies are mostly truth… “I-I s-see p-p-p-paints. Y-y-you h-h-have t-to m-mix th-th-th-them j-j-just r-r-r-r-right.” He smiled at Emeric. “E-e-et p-puis i-i-ils s-s-s-seront b-beaux.”
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Art. Sketches just waiting for me to paint them. Potential. No. People. I see people. And I’m going to make them something beautiful, just you wait. Their broken edges will form such a wonderful picture… ”I-I d-d-don’t kn-know.” Gavin said. Your mask is crucial. “Th-th-they’re j-just t-t-t-tributes.”
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Keep your mask on keep your mask on do not let him see don’t get angry— “S-sure,” Gavin said, smiling.
