Lords of Creation (Story Thread 2)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Ah, thank you." Aox says as he sits down carefully. Suddenly he feels a sharp stab in his back as something in his bag pokes him. Aox reaches back to find the stick he'd picked up in the arena. Once again he couldn't help but feel something was off about it as he gave it a few experimental flicks.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"So," the Watchman asks, "No rule that prohibits killing your opponent?"

[Philote]

"You realize that this is a tournament?" Gilgamesh responds "Why would there be such a rule?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Being a tournament is exactly why there should be a rule. It's not like warfare, Gilgamesh. An official tournament is more like a sport."

[Zaleramancer]

The wards shrieked with complaint as the Fish struck them. The sudden surge of power in them raised the green light to blinding levels, and send them flying out of the arena into the stands. Amalia was knocked to the ground.

Power:57%
Defenses: Wards damaged. Barricades damaged. Shields intact.
Seek: Disabled.

Suggest: Defense Repair. Defense Check. Y/N?

Amalia gasped out a yes.

Repair: Online.
Repair: Activating, please standby.
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[Zaleramancer]

Nothing appeared to happen.

The voices spoke on a freqency outside of Aox's hearing.

"Flicking it? What does he think this is? That Potter thing?"

"You shouldn't mention that. It's copyrighted, or somethin'."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(24 motes previously +3 motes, Total: 27 motes)

Hime noted that Amalia was knocked to the ground, but otherwise appeared to be no worse for the wear. What to do next? It wasn't really her thing, but she'd just have to keep pounding now as hard as she could and give Amalia no chance to rest. Hime formed as many Ouroboros as fast as she could and threw them at Amalia's defenses.

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Up in the stands people started to scatter as the daggers rained down upon them until Mina put out her hand and formed a barrier of air to protect the spectators (-0 motes, Inherent Miracle). No one would be hurt during this match.

[Philote]

"This is war for them" Gilgamesh replies seriously.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Maybe it is for you." He replies, just as seriously, "But then again, you don't have much experience in it, so you wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

[Philote]

"Explain yourself" Gilgamesh instructed.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"You're a god. Nothing is ever going to be a threat to you except another god, and even that wouldn't give you the full experience because it'd be either a single battle or some dirty, cloak and dagger stuff. That doesn't really give you the warfare experience. Things like going away and not seeing your home for months at a time, or worse, fighting on it's doorstep and watching your land burn around you. Having a group of good friends, knowing the pleasure of hitting the local tavern with them and the sorrow that comes when one of them falls, a sorrow that you eventually become numb to. Marching for days just to get to the next battlefield, in every type of weather. Knowing that, in this next charge, you could very well be killed, and the exhilaration when you realize that you yet live afterwords. The hours of boredom between battles, where you sit there playing with your hands, waiting."

He folds his arms and looks up into the sky, as if remembering something from long ago.

"It's something you have to experience from a mortals perspective. A god could never understand. Trust me, they" he point into the arena, at the two fighters, "have a completely different mindset."

[Philote]

"I know not what weak race you speak of, but mine live to test themselves. This is how they were made. I have lived among them and even now, one of them lives as my body" Gilgamesh responds, touching the crystal skin that was attributed from Naram.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"So you're saying that you made them without the fear of death?"

[Philote]

"They do not fear death, they respect it. To not respect death would cause them to grow foolish and easily slaughtered, but they do not fear it."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The nerve of this man, what does he think he is?
...oh, right.

The Watchman looks around, and takes a deep breath.

"We've gotten off topic." he says, "Back to the point; this island has laws, clearly posted. Right at the top is the one about murder. Now, I'm going to give that boy in the healing room the benefit of the doubt and assume he though that law didn't apply for your tournament. Please forbid further killings, as a concession to me."

[Philote]

"I do not like your interference in my tournament, Watchman."

"Nor am I willing to have my heroes hold back. If you wish to personally resurrect the participants, then be my guest. It is not murder after all if at the end they are not dead."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"You can't just go bringing people back to life. If you do for one, everyone will expect the same treatment."

The Watchman is silent for a long moment, before turning on his heel and walking away, calling over his shoulder. "I'll do it this once. And if I see another killing blow, It won't land."

He walks around the corner and snaps his fingers. A Witness is with him momentarily. "The loser from the last round, is his body nearby?"

"Yes, sir."

"Take me to it."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Kyuuketsu got up from her seat. This fight was boring. Nothing but daggers and magic, but then again neither side wished to get hurt badly and this didn't seem to be Amalia's best strength and it definitely wasn't Hime's. Kyuu walked out of the seating area and started wandering around. Maybe she'd see or hear something worthwhile elsewhere...

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The torrent of sand stops coming from the hole, and Aox and Footprints hear a sort of hacking/spitting sound. After a fem minuets of this, she climbs out of the hole.

"Home base secure! Come on in!"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Aox slips the stick back into his pack and moves to stand at the edge of hole. He looks down into it to see the work that had been done.