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thecapitol2013-09-02 11:22 am
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-02 11:22 am
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ andraia,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ peeta mellark,
- ✘ pepper potts,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ timaeus nadir
The Crowning of Maximus Decimus Meridius
Who| Everyone
What| Maximus' crowning
Where| Victory Hall
When| Today
Warnings| Violence.
Prior to the Crowning, the Stylists and Escorts were given information: the color scheme for the Crowning is brown and gold, the theme is fire, and for Tributes, Games Staff and Victors in the Capitol alike, attendance is mandatory. No exceptions.
The Victory Hall has been completely refitted to the theme. Great brownstone pillars reach up from the floor, now made of polished marble. Rose petals and dying embers flutter from the ceiling like confetti, and long panels of fabrics embroidered with Maximus' kills pour down the walls. Rather than tables, Tributes are given wooden chairs to sit around fire pits in groups of four, where pigs and sheep are roasting whole, tended by attentive Avoxes. The smell of charring flesh and rosemary wafts through the hall.
In the center of the hall is a pit, fifteen feet deep, ringed with brick and filled with sand. Torches line the inside wall, casting light in every direction. A circular screen up above lets those not close to the edge view the contents of the pit in real-time video.
Maximus' private table has a theme of anachronisms; Tributes from 'less-developed' timelines and worlds are seated around a long table, facing the gladiatorial ring where, at the moment, a full-grown, well-fed Bengal tiger paces. Compared to the muttations of the Arena, it may seem positively demure, up until it bares its fangs and reveals that it's been modified to have saber teeth gilded in gold. Occasionally an Avox will dangle something into the pit and jerk it away if the tiger looks bored and lays down.
Occasionally, with fanfare of music pumped in to announce it, a challenger enters the tiger ring - a hologram of one of the Tributes who were cuffed and marked by the Capitol. The hologram must be affixed with smell, too, as the tiger takes note and attacks like a kitten following a laser pointer, making dramatic roars as it does. The holograms put up valiant fights, and their deaths are brutal, illusory blood flying and the sounds of death rattles and bones cracking coming from speakers embedded in every table.
"A speech," Maximus' Escort says to Maximus. "The General must give a speech."
Tributes who attended Wesker's Crowning ceremony should notice a remarkable increase in security. Visibly armed Peacekeepers lurk behind the panels of fabric, and bulbous, obvious cameras dot the ceiling. Even the Avoxes seem shiftier than usual, and are equipped with discrete tape recorders pinned to their rough-hewn tunics.
What| Maximus' crowning
Where| Victory Hall
When| Today
Warnings| Violence.
Prior to the Crowning, the Stylists and Escorts were given information: the color scheme for the Crowning is brown and gold, the theme is fire, and for Tributes, Games Staff and Victors in the Capitol alike, attendance is mandatory. No exceptions.
The Victory Hall has been completely refitted to the theme. Great brownstone pillars reach up from the floor, now made of polished marble. Rose petals and dying embers flutter from the ceiling like confetti, and long panels of fabrics embroidered with Maximus' kills pour down the walls. Rather than tables, Tributes are given wooden chairs to sit around fire pits in groups of four, where pigs and sheep are roasting whole, tended by attentive Avoxes. The smell of charring flesh and rosemary wafts through the hall.
In the center of the hall is a pit, fifteen feet deep, ringed with brick and filled with sand. Torches line the inside wall, casting light in every direction. A circular screen up above lets those not close to the edge view the contents of the pit in real-time video.
Maximus' private table has a theme of anachronisms; Tributes from 'less-developed' timelines and worlds are seated around a long table, facing the gladiatorial ring where, at the moment, a full-grown, well-fed Bengal tiger paces. Compared to the muttations of the Arena, it may seem positively demure, up until it bares its fangs and reveals that it's been modified to have saber teeth gilded in gold. Occasionally an Avox will dangle something into the pit and jerk it away if the tiger looks bored and lays down.
Occasionally, with fanfare of music pumped in to announce it, a challenger enters the tiger ring - a hologram of one of the Tributes who were cuffed and marked by the Capitol. The hologram must be affixed with smell, too, as the tiger takes note and attacks like a kitten following a laser pointer, making dramatic roars as it does. The holograms put up valiant fights, and their deaths are brutal, illusory blood flying and the sounds of death rattles and bones cracking coming from speakers embedded in every table.
"A speech," Maximus' Escort says to Maximus. "The General must give a speech."
Tributes who attended Wesker's Crowning ceremony should notice a remarkable increase in security. Visibly armed Peacekeepers lurk behind the panels of fabric, and bulbous, obvious cameras dot the ceiling. Even the Avoxes seem shiftier than usual, and are equipped with discrete tape recorders pinned to their rough-hewn tunics.
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Cuthbert is getting very worked up about this. He takes tet very seriously and Terezi broke their tet by killing Signless. It won't be easy to win back his trust.
"You cannot scare me or threaten me away, your word means nothing and that will be impossible to forget."
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His words hurt, but she's not about to let on to that. She gives his the same look she has from the beginning. She's getting tired of hearing this over and over again. She drops her voice, stepping close until there's barely a few inches of room between them. Her glare remains unchanged.
"If you think that the most dangerous part of this place is in that arena, then you're an idiot. I've kept my word to the best of my abilities, so shove off. If all you're going to do is continuously bitch about something that you know nothing about, then I have nothing more to say to you that hasn't sunk into your nug the past several times."
With that, she shoves him back a step or two.
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He takes a step and pushes her back, harder than she pushed him but not really meaning to push her over.
"You think I'm a fool, but I understand better than you think. You can break Karkat's blood pushing organ without stomping it to mush in the process. You could tell us you didn't wish to help us. But in the end you lied and wounded everyone around you. Do you really still have the gall to ask for forgiveness for it?"
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"Wow, you seem to be hard of hearing, as well as blind. When have I ever asked for forgiveness? I don't want forgiveness for something I'm not sorry for! And I'm definitely not going to grovel at you for it. You don't understand shit about what I did or what I promised to do, so I'll repeat myself only one more time: Unless you have something more novel to say than the drivel I've been putting up with til now, go away."
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He's happy to have won the physical contest between them for now and he isn't going to do anything more to her. But if she really wants something novel to hear, he can accommodate.
"I pity Karkat and his feelings for thee, he deserves to love someone better."
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Jegus, she could wring his neck for that. Her fists clench tight enough to leave nail marks in her palms. "Well, I don't pity him. If he's confessing his feelings about me to you, then maybe he should have confessed them to me first. I'm tired of having my feelings jerked around by his whimsical sentiments--red one day, black the next, pale if it's a Tuesday! So you can shut the hell up about any of that, and fuck your attempts at emotional sabotage. The only thing I'm sorry about is that I ever gave a shit about you or him."
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"You never gave a damn about me, and if you truly cared about him you would not act this way. You care only about yourself and your own interests."
He's going to raise his voice now and not care who hears him.
"What would you have done if Sai Signless hadn't come back to us after that arena? Karkat would have murdered you in your sleep. And I would have helped."
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"Would you like to try?" She spreads her arms wide, her own voice raising to match. "Go on! If you really think you understand everyone's feelings so well. I dare you."
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Hey, Cuthbert, do you feel that armor-clad torso against your back, yanking you back from Terezi. Yeah, maybe the two of you shouldn't be shouting like this.
Karkat cranes his face around to glare at Terezi. "And you," he growls, "stop baiting him. He'd fucking do it, you dumbass, and we don't need this kind of revenge killing clusterfuck going on outside the arena."
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He isn't fighting Karkat's hold though. He doesn't need more yelling right in his ear. He's also feeling extra bad for getting loud enough to attract attention.
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"I'm not baiting him, I'm calling his shitty bluff. He started this in the first place and obviously can't take a hint when to leave. Kind of like someone else I know! Imagine that."
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He straightens his belt, nevermind that it's completely ridiculous with his outfit. He's trying to scrape together the smallest bit of dignity.
"I am going to slap her, but not here and not now. I can agree to that."
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"No. Don't you dare. You don't have the right to tell me what I need, Vantas. You don't have the right to make that decision, and you can fuck right off, right now."
She doesn't think, doesn't analyze, doesn't plan. She just does. Which retrospectively is probably a bad idea, but nothing in the world feels better in that moment than putting her hands on Cuthbert's chest and shoving as hard as she can.
"You can have your shitty clusterfuck without me," she shoots, then turns on her heel and marches away--mostly because she knows the Peacekeepers are probably one step away from restraining her.
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"I didn't crush you, did I, caterpillar?"
(for Sybille)
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Her lips are pursed and there's no hiding the annoyance on her face. Once the Peacekeeper leaves, she steps forward, staring down at the girl. "What do you think you're doing?"
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"Getting into trouble, I guess," she mutters finally, though her response is a little lackluster. "Do I really need to have two reprimands for this?"