“Call me Lucy,” he insisted.
“We can call you by your chosen nickname when you have earned the right!” The stout man seethed, “we asked for contestants, Thirteen. You gave us four. Four! And a PR nightmare to go with it!”
“They were the very best!” Thirteen protested, “quality trumps quantity!”
A document was withdrawn and flicked at Thirteen. He hastily sidestepped it, allowing the file to strike the hard marble with a loud crack, a sound unexpected from thin plastic. Papers scattered, one of them face up with striking bold letters at its top: “VENOX”
“Two of your chosen ‘very best’ have yet to participate in a single battle, Thirteen. I can only imagine you picked them randomly off the street at your convenienc-”
“Leave him be, Twenty one.”
The same stout man turned, to another smartly dressed in a black suit and trousers. It was Seventeen, bearing the same stoic expression as he had always.
“What was done has been done. We can only take solace in that, by whatever means, Thirteen had brought us one of the bigger champions of the gladiators; Blanc.”
“I just picked that one of the streets, actually,” Thirteen admitted.
“And!” Seventeen raised his volume, cutting the other off from speaking, “if we mark him as our champion of the tournament, we may yet have a chance to rouse the audience, as we seek more to bring in.”
“Seek more? The deadline is-”
“We can start with these four; give them a little appetizer whilst the main course arrives, if at all.”
Twenty one narrowed his eyes, but eventually even he conceded to Seventeen’s words, “I leave it to you to handle the contestants. Don’t mess up the transfer. You have right to torment them if you wish.”
A small smile appeared very briefly on his expression. one of clear sadism, quickly dispersed as if it had never been.
“As you wish.”
“And Thirteen.”
He turned, but his expression was less than enthusiastic at being called.
“You have time until Seventeen finishes. Get moving.”
“Hearts and minds sir,” Thirteen rolled his eyes, “hearts and minds.”[/spoiler]
General information:
Each contestant has been swiftly brought to another place. Where that is, they could only guess. A field? Abandoned ruins? A cave? Perhaps there was no right answer to the mystery, but whatever it was, they have more pressing issues in mind.
As promised, each person is brought to a certain ‘place’ and subsequently tormented. The place and subject of torment will be listed for each individual. Their only tasks are to endure the nightmare, break free from it using resolve, fluke, an opening/opportunity, or any other means that you see fit for your character’s deposition. Upon breaking free, your character will find themselves doing *something* to another character (what it is and who it is is up to you). The idea is to stay true to the character. Immerse in the nightmare and be reminded of the terrible past. Not all nightmares may be effective at all; the torturer is, after all, human.
Handyman (Click to Show)
L.L Bust (Click to Show)
Venox (Click to Show)
Bl.An.C (Click to Show)
As the 'appetizer' of the tournament, this round will not lead to the elimination of anyone. Your result however will affect what will happen later on, so do your best.
This time the soft limit is at 1500, minimum 800.
The deadline is two weeks from now. 22nd of January. Post the entries in this thread. As usual, follow your own clock.
