Kymera

The Gladiators of Arlen

@CollectorOfMyst So these fights are something of a big deal, yeah? Would it be too far beyond possibility if there's something of a festival/party going on to proceed it? Working on an idea and realized I ought to ask before I have the whole thing written out.

The Gladiators of Arlen

Doing a thing! Hopefully I'll have it up before noon.

Hey! Listen!

Ever hear of superheroes? Super powered model citizens in spandex with a pathological need to “save the world” and loved by all?

What a joke.

People are scared of anyone different. We don’t have superpowers to change the world. We have them because it’s the only way we can survive in it.

If you’re lucky, you’re weak enough that no one ever finds out you’re different. Or maybe you get some parents who don’t think their kid is going to be public enemy #1 and bring the wrath of the government crashing down around them.

If you’re not? Well, your options aren’t great either way. Trust me, I’ve thoroughly explored both of them.

On the one hand, if TETRA catches you first, the last coherent thing you’ll remember is the slug of tranquilizers they push to make you “manageable”. It’s probably the most humane thing they can do considering what typically follows after that. The scientists there want to know what makes us tick. They keep the drugs going, keep you placid, and take you apart one piece at a time until there’s literally nothing left. All these medical “advancements” happening right now? That new transplant technique, that new dissolvable suture? Let’s just say that with all the uproar over animal testing, they found this was easier. Good news is, you’ll never even know what’s happening to you.

On the other hand, the gangs let you keep your wits, if only to use ‘em to fuck with you. If you’re strong, they throw you to the Pits. You’ve heard of dogfights, yeah? Picture your precious superheroes wearing shock collars strong enough to stop a heart and being forced to beat one another into the floor for the amusement of the crowd. They bet on you, and if you’re good enough, they keep you around so long as you make ‘em money. If you don’t? Provided they don’t just let you die on the arena floor, they slap an IV in your arm and strap you down. Something in our blood is potent as fuck. Makes the regulars lose their shit. Some get violent, some wanna screw. Ever wonder where the term “Bloodlust” came from? I can tell you it’s the reason most groups keep brothels too. I hope I don’t need to explain who fills those positions.

Fact is, most of us won’t live to see 30. They don’t want us to. We get stronger, and no one wants that.

Me? I did time in the Pits. No one expected me to last long, except I did. I flourished. I’m made for combat, see? I’m good at it. So they turned me over to TETRA when I became too much of a hassle. Maybe it should have been it for me, but there’s more that goes on in that hellhole than you’d imagine. Someone decided I could be useful. They made me into a hunter. Track down my own kind, and bring them back kicking and screaming. Night after night after night. You think it’s something you’d never get used to, but the screaming all starts to sound the same after a while.

Call me a traitor. It’s what I am, after all. But at least I’m alive.

But you? You won’t be. I’ve got my orders to fill, and begging isn’t going to change that. It’s nothing against you personally, but there’s only one way I stay out of the cages and off the lab table. You’re my pound of flesh to offer up tonight.

I don’t want to do this. I have no choice if I’m to stay alive. There’s no where for people like us to go, when they don’t even consider us people. Keep running if you want, fight back if it makes you feel like one last act of defiance gives your life weight. I don’t want to do this forever. I’m hoping someone finally manages to do me in one day, so I can finally be free of the hooks TETRA has in me.

I can’t help but be jealous of you. Hunted or not, you’re still free.

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Hello!!! So you’ve seen something that caught your eye! Great! Before we get started, couple of technical bits:

Rules and such

1. 18+ Please. Violence and sexy times ahead and it would be weird if you were a minor.

2. No fade to black. I’m not saying there aren’t scenes where it’s not appropriate, but typically they happen where the biggest amount of build-up has gone on and a FTB just doesn’t pay it off properly. If you join me, be prepared to write it out.

3. Be somewhat active. I totally get life happens. I may be gone for a week at a time myself thanks to work. That being said, when I am around, I’m happiest posting at least once a day-once a week at the least.

4. No one-line posts. I can’t work with that. Characters don’t develop with that. This aims to be High-Casual to Advanced, so please post appropriately. I promise to give you back as much as you give me.

5. While I have no issue doubling up on characters, I tend to focus on one as the “developing” character and therefore would like to have only one budding relationship happen at a time. I write MxF except in certain circumstances, but this RP isn’t one of them. I’d like to play the male in this one, so I’m looking for a female character partner!

Still with me? Great! So I see the prompt above going in a number of ways!

Depending on what manner of character you’d like to play, it could be:

Hunter x hunted

Fugitive Hunter x Fugitive

Or even something along the lines of Stockholm syndrome.

It’ll be up to you when you make a character! I’d like to clarify that I feel in many cases the second role is typically seen as the submissive one in a story, but that doesn’t need to be the case in this particular setting.

In any case, if you’re interested, send me a PM and I’ll be happy to answer any questions and/or give you more details!

Thanks!

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*breaks out the poi for fire dancing*

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

Nothing on my end for now, just waiting for my turn. Have a great trip!!

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There we go! Not the longest thing I've ever done, but still!

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Kailea Arydunseyr

Had it not been for the fact her little performance had prompted several others to start streaming out of their employer's estates, Kailea might have skipped her way back into town. Her parents had taken the greatest of pains to ingrain how important first impressions were to so many people. And it really was dead easy to change people's opinions with a scowl and a little bit of a show. A bit of smoke wafting around her head, flickering embers from her fingers and tips of her hair, and a mildly heated argument were all the perfect props to make sure their entire party thought she was an ill-tempered hot-head.

It wasn't a perfect solution to her larger problem, but she hoped it would encourage some of the others to give her a wider berth. It was certainly the more preferable scenario to them learning how flimsy her control over her magics actually were. They'd worth with her, but hopefully wouldn't get so close that she might inadvertantly hurt one of them. Accidents were easier to hide if they thought she was simply angry, rather than a walking tinder bundle waiting to ignite. Kailea kept up the smoking charade a while longer, before she stopped for a moment to focus long enough to stem her smoldering flow of magic.

That was her biggest problem. Casting was the easiest thing in the world for her. Her magic wanted to burn. Shaping it took some effort, and the larger workings certainly demanded her full attention, but neither of those things tired her out like shutting off the flow. Setting fires was easy, almost natural; putting them out was hard. She'd learned that the hard way, she thought ruefully glancing at a red puckered scar on the back of one hand. She winced as she felt something roll within her, balking against the replaced restraints and threatened to bubble over like a boiling pot. She was too full, as Master Alwin would have put it. She'd been traveling, roaming the cities and staying far too busy to find the time, or a place, to burn off her magics. Part of her had hoped to have found a master that could have taught her better control... No, the Arena would suit her well enough for now.

For a moment, she entertained the idea of wandering out of town to find someplace secluded enough to cast off some of the extra magic, but she decided against it. Tomorrow, they'd be tried in the Arena, and no matter what that oaf of a Tyren thought would be their fate, she was determined to make sure to leave a lasting impression. That much of their conversation hadn't been fake, at least.

"Who does that though?" She said aloud to no one as she resumed walking back into town. Her conversation with Aleksander drifted back into her mind. "What kind of pessimist drags their entire team down before they've even made the attempt?"

She blew an errant lock of hair out of her face, wincing as she felt the air passing her lips scorch the tip of her nose. Kailea rubbed at the tender skin with a bit of a rueful smile. Maybe he did have a point, but then again, the Tyren talked as if he were some greying old warrior, instead of a man who couldn't have been terribly older than herself. She wouldn't lie to herself and say that part of her didn't hope to see some of that stuffy "old soldier" get knocked on his ass once or twice in front of a crowd, but she quickly cleared the thought away before any of the gods could hear it. It wouldn't do well to wish ill upon one of her own comrades, no matter how sullen. Her father had always been fond of saying "Pray for your rival's mount to break a leg in the dark, and your own will be lame come morning".

Kailea glanced at the sky wishing it wasn't quite so late in the day already. She'd been hoping there might be enough time for a drink, and perhaps to catch the eye of someone willing to make sure her last guaranteed night alive would at least be a memorable one. She might not agree with the Tyren, but that was no reason to not enjoy herself a little.

"I'll head for the Arena now. And once this is taken care of, I'll find myself some fun to pass the night." She promised herself, trotting into town with a renewed bounce in her step.

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Not dead! Sorry, Monday was my first day as a scientist, and my life has been nuts with the transition. Sitting down to work on things right now!

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*hides bonfire remains* Noooooooo......

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Ah. That's fair. Alright then!