forum THE TOURNAMENT OF THE GODS! (9/9) (CLOSED THOUGH SPECTATORS ARE WELCOME TO WATCH)

Started October 15, 2020 by Deleted user

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Avlynn spluttered as glitter got into her mouth. "Goodness, it's everywhere," she muttered, trying to pat it out of her sweater. She took a deep breath and prepared to go over this with her husband. After de-glittering to the best of her ability, the woman left the storage room. Thankfully, it looked like there was only one customer left in the store. Avlynn apologized briefly for the inconvenience and set the young man up with his instrument. Once he was on his way, Edmund approached her.

"Avvie, are you alright?" he asked, placing a hand on her arm. Avlynn sighed, letting her tiredness show now that there were no customers around, and leaned into the touch a little.

"…We should close for the day," she suggested. Edmund's eyes widened a little; Avlynn loved working at their shop and didn't ask to close suddenly unless something was very wrong.

So they did, and Avlynn explained the encounter in the storage room as the two sat on the floor by the counter like kids. With each minute, she grew more and more anxious about the situation. "…Edmund, I'm…going to have to kill someone or die myself," she said softly. Edmund had his arm wrapped around her shoulders and squeezed a little bit.

"You're going to be okay," he said. "Avlynn. Look at me." And she did, meeting his gaze with tear-filled eyes. He was afraid, but there was that familiar sparkle in his blue eyes that put her a little bit at ease. "You're the kindest, most honest, most loving person I know. Don't mistake that for softness, darling. Kind people are strong, and you are so, so strong. We can't fight the gods, but we can pray. I'll pray for you every night, become a devotee myself if that's what it takes to make sure that you make it."

Everything released at once, and Avlynn found herself crying into her husband's chest as he held her close to him. The two of them stayed like that for a while, crying on each other until neither had the tears to continue. Avlynn wrote a prayer to her patron and tossed it in the small ink fountain that they kept in the shop, and the couple went home to spend one last day together.

Juniper waved as the Moderator disappeared, and ran upstairs to her apartment above her shop, first flipping the sign in her shop's window to 'closed'. She grabbed the biggest backpack that she owned, and threw it on her bed, before running around the apartment, searching for supplies.
Juni grabbed a roll of duct tape from a drawer in the kitchen, and a pocketknife from her bedside table. She threw a few bags of dried fruit and trail mix into the front pocket of the bag. The woman ran back into the kitchen, filling a water bottle and grabbing a bottle of iodine tablets she'd bought for a camping trip. The bottle was still unopened, as the trip had been canceled due to a bad storm.
"What else do I need…" The woman looked around her bedroom, her eyes landing on her closet. "Clothes. I need clothes." Juniper opened her closet and chose her outfit, settling on warm socks, a light green tank top, a light but warm black fleece, and black leggings. She picked up a pair of black combat boots from her closet floor, and set them out on her dresser, her shoes at the foot of her bed. The woman neatly packed the items laying on her bed, one after the other.
"Done," she declared, a sigh of satisfaction escaping. She was already excited for tomorrow.

Charlie clutched her heart and fell onto her bed. At first it felt as if she was isolated from everything, and then the walls crumbled and everything hit her like a tsunami. No, she wasn't afraid to die, she just wasn't ready. Light footsteps sounded outside her door and then her 12-year-old bother was now holding her as Charlie cried into his shoulder. This isn't how it's supposed to work, she noted internally. I should be comforting James, not the other way around. Her failed attempts at stifled sobs echoed through the room. How can I tell my little brother that I might die? How do I tell him that he could be alone?? Charlie didn't want to think about leaving her little brother alone in this cruel world. She promised him that she would always stay by his side. She promised that she wouldn't be taken away like their parents had been. As much as Charlie hated to admit it, that promise could soon be broken.

"Char are you okay?" He met her eyes. "I heard voices and then I heard you crying- but you- you're alone. Where were the voices coming from? What were the voices?"

Charlie's throat and eyes stung. She couldn't form words as her anxiety took over. Her breathing tremendously sped up and tears flowed like waterfalls from her dark brown eyes. James held her closer, running his hand through her braids. "Do you want to go to the Shrine?" He asked after Charlie ever so slightly calmed. She nodded and James pulled away. "If you wanna talk you can, but I won't push you Char."

Charlie sniffed and rubbed her eyes, smearing the black and pink make-up. She removed herself from her brother's grip and wandered to their bathroom. She removed the wet and ruined eyeliner and eyeshadow before reapplying them expertly. Her hands never shook, she trained them to be still when she first started her jewelry shop down in the alley off 4th Boulevard. James came by and gave her a side-hug. He was wearing a black coat over his t-shirt and carrying Charlies army green jacket.

"I don't deserve you," Charlie sniffed.

"I know you don't," James grinned. "Come on, let's head to the Shrine."

(It's sorta like a "oh we live in a fantasy setting so,,, no guns, no tvs, etc. However, there's old timey technology, such as old old telephones")

(guns were invented way before the first telephone tho)

(Ah, so,,,)
Narrator- They/them
The Exiled One- They/them
The Overseers- Both use He/Him
The Deserter- He/Him
The Curator- They/them and She/Her
The Archivist- She/Her
The Host- They/them
The Headmaster- He/Him