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Now, Mamoru didn't like his previous battle. That girl...Sage, was it? She was some piece of work. He was the victor in their little scuffle, but he had been left with a very particular wound from her sword. Even has Curaga was cast, it still gave off a green-purple glow. And it stung. Mamoru had done his best to patch up the slash to his side. It may have been a little gruesome, to dig his demonic claw into his own flesh, but it had to be done. Most of the poison was gone now, but a small bit flowed through his bloodstream. This would not handicap him for the next battle, however.
From examining the tournament entrants a bit, he had realized that this tournament was predominantly made up of people younger than himself. But he wasn't going to let some kid hand his behind to him. And there was another thing Sage had showed him; not all of these participants were human. Although he wasn't sure about everyone, the only two he knew of currently were Sage and himself. He had beaten her, however. Crushed her throat and watched with psychotic eyes as the bright flame was extinguished from her eyes.
Mamoru replayed that scene over and over in his head. It wasn't great to kill a girl, but he did what had to be done. He walked into the arena, marvelling at it. It was cold, but strangely inviting. Stone floors had what seemed to be a dusty residue. He didn't want to lean down to check what it was. "Hm...could be ashes from corpses." He chortled, and yet shuddered at that thought. He had been told his opponent would be someone by the name of Elaeus. He would make a snide remark as to how odd a name like Elaeus was, but with a full-name like Mamoru Sato Hiroshii, he wasn't one to talk. He just hoped this guy gave up and begged for his life.
Mamoru wanted to get home already. He hated this stupid tournament.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Oct 6, 2009 21:26:20 GMT -4
Looking up from his seat in the waiting room, the Heartless silently rose to go to his next match. His demeanor was nonchalant; the last battles weren't beneficial or entertaining. The one opposer that had intrigued him interest the Lord of the Dead; like a premadona, everything he said went, and Elaeus' fight was shortened. He wished to utilize the boy until he fulfilled his purpose. Again a goal was pushed out of his reach. At the reminder, he snorted softly with disdain towards this tournament.
As a whole it was uneventful and pathetic in a sense. Did the Lord of the Dead had that much spare time to set up brackets for youth to battle out of fun that ended in death. Now that he thought about it, none of it sat well with him. What was Hades up to? With dead being the inevitable, one would think he would be a busy man. How can these deaths be different from any natural causes outside the Underdome? His eyes narrowed as his mind answered his own question.
Now the new question was: "What becomes of those who live through this?" Being a Heartless had a perk of limited immortality. Atleast he was guaranteed to not share the same fate as the deceased participants. With a soft acknowledging hum, the Earth Titan entered the arena; again his opponent was waiting for him. He was lithe, lanky with black tainted hair. With the contrast of his face and hair, his attention was drawn directly to it spotting the stitching and his heterochromia. One eye had a blue hue; the other was a contrasting blood crimson. Peculiar, Mamoru was.
Mamoru was usually fashionably late for things, but he thought it might be best to show up early this time. You know, to make a good impression? But as he watched his opponent enter the arena, Mamoru's haughty grin changed to a look of confusion and disappointment. This boy didn't look strong at all. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He didn't look any older than sixteen, and he looked quite slim. Rather than analyzing him, Mamoru just wanted to get this battle going. Maybe he could make his opponent scream for life...
"I'm not going to have to crush your throat, will I? That's not a fun way to end a battle. How about--...severing your spine? Oh, that sounds fun." Mamoru chuckled, examining his hand. He had used up his rage in his previous battle. The red stripes on his nails were barely 1/3 of the way up. But he didn't have to worry. They'd reach the tip eventually. And if that happened? This opponent could say goodbye.
"If you'd like, I can make your death much less painful. I seem to ask everyone this..." Mamoru summoned his scythe and looked at it as if he were absolutely infatuated, running his slender fingers along the blood-drenched blade. It was quite sharp, breaking easily through, allowing a crimson bead, like a little red flower, to form on his pale skin. "Do you want to give up now so I can add you to my collection? Or do you want to squirm first?"
[Apologies for being late, I've been sick for a while. I still am, but I decided to post.]
Oct 10, 2009 12:22:14 GMT -4
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2009 12:23:05 GMT -4 by lexicon
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Oct 10, 2009 20:33:35 GMT -4
Elaeus sighed lowly. Why did he have to go against an obnoxious talker? His expression was flat and void. It was pure apathy; he wasn't intimidated by the words or enraged by them. Actually he found it quite boring to begin everything. If first impressions were to be graded, he would certainly fail for striking curiousity.
"Are you through with your perstiferious monologuing? It's boring me..." The Heartless slowly blinked not feeling any motivation or adrenaline to even continue this battle. The previous fights had been a let down, and now this one was going to make Elaeus regret wasting his time. Time is precious.
"Hopefull you skills can keep up with your mouth," a pair of tiger claws were lazily summoned around the Earth Titan's curled fingers. His arms started to sway out of boredom hoping that the motion would energize him to put an effort in this round. The foot long trio blades picked up the brightness the arena illuminated."I must say that... unfortunately I doubt you have what it takes to summon death upon me."
Slowly, the Heartless began to move about the perimeter of the ring with a striding gait as if he had a song playing in his head. In sync, the blades would tap near his thighs. Perhaps if this end soon, Elaeus would be collecting a heart today unless if he had some use.
