Each woman comes to sitting on a stool, wearing light, practical leather. They are in what is very clearly an arena. The walls are high and made of some cold, dark metal. Is the audience live? Are they surrounded by cameras? Impossible to tell. The lights above them beat down bright, and hot, and oppressive. The floor is dirt.
Beside each of them is a rack of weapons, just about anything you could ask for. Knives, daggers, knuckle-dusters, sticks, staves, glaives, whips, and swords swords swords! Foils, rapiers, claymores, broadswords, butterfly swords, zweihandlers, possibly a dreihandler.
There's a moment of silence as they awaken, just enough time for them to make eye contact before jaunty theme music blares.
"WELCOME TO ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF: YOU'RE! FUCKED! The only game show where all participants are dead or dying and ready to put it all on the line.
"In the East corner: a fake nun who likes real fun. Her gal pal's lobotomized, and her soul's being digested. Ooh that's gotta hurt! She's mean, motivated, there's no Niner finer, it's GIDEOOOOOON NAAAAAAAAV
"In the West Corner: This girl is on fire, and not metaphorically! From the Lower City to the Lower Realms, this girl's spreading chaos and death wherever she goes, whether she wants to or not. Is this her chance for real freedom at last? It's the Furnace from Avernus: KAAAAAARRRLLLLACHHHHH
"Ladies, round one is to the death. But make it good and there might well be a round two.
( cool, cool, cool. that is probably not a huge glaring sign that they're both trapped in some of nightmare scenario. it's definitely not karlach's first time in some kind of fighting pit either, but—
normally she knew exactly how she got there and why.
karlach glances over at gideon and then at the weapons, accidentally mirroring her. )
That's it? Just fight? After saying all that?
( then she looks up at where she assumes someone must be watching. )
[ Gideon has never been in any situation remotely like this, but hey the announcer made the situation pretty clear. Still she stands there a bit like deer in headlights. ]
What- uh- what else would we be doing?
[ looks around again ]
Should we take our shirts off? I mean you, uh, you can. If you want to. You can take off your shirt. I wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to take off your shirt.
karlach might not know what a game show is, but she's fought for the amusement of others plenty enough times to understand what's happening here. it's just more of the same. )
Fucking up whoever put us in here?
( just throwing it out there.
ideally, karlach would like to not throw a stranger under the bus. or, uh, murder them for the pleasure of another (again).
then she laughs, lips twisting into a grin. )
So you wanna see what's under my shirt? Maybe I'll show you after this!
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Round 1
Each woman comes to sitting on a stool, wearing light, practical leather. They are in what is very clearly an arena. The walls are high and made of some cold, dark metal. Is the audience live? Are they surrounded by cameras? Impossible to tell. The lights above them beat down bright, and hot, and oppressive. The floor is dirt.
Beside each of them is a rack of weapons, just about anything you could ask for. Knives, daggers, knuckle-dusters, sticks, staves, glaives, whips, and swords swords swords! Foils, rapiers, claymores, broadswords, butterfly swords, zweihandlers, possibly a dreihandler.
There's a moment of silence as they awaken, just enough time for them to make eye contact before jaunty theme music blares.
"WELCOME TO ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF: YOU'RE! FUCKED! The only game show where all participants are dead or dying and ready to put it all on the line.
"In the East corner: a fake nun who likes real fun. Her gal pal's lobotomized, and her soul's being digested. Ooh that's gotta hurt! She's mean, motivated, there's no Niner finer, it's GIDEOOOOOON NAAAAAAAAV
"In the West Corner: This girl is on fire, and not metaphorically! From the Lower City to the Lower Realms, this girl's spreading chaos and death wherever she goes, whether she wants to or not. Is this her chance for real freedom at last? It's the Furnace from Avernus: KAAAAAARRRLLLLACHHHHH
"Ladies, round one is to the death. But make it good and there might well be a round two.
"Ready . . . FIGHT!"
A gong sounds and the racks of weapons unlocks.
Re: Round 1
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no subject
normally she knew exactly how she got there and why.
karlach glances over at gideon and then at the weapons, accidentally mirroring her. )
That's it? Just fight? After saying all that?
( then she looks up at where she assumes someone must be watching. )
You want our shirts off too? Some mud?
no subject
What- uh- what else would we be doing?
[ looks around again ]
Should we take our shirts off? I mean you, uh, you can. If you want to. You can take off your shirt. I wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to take off your shirt.
no subject
karlach might not know what a game show is, but she's fought for the amusement of others plenty enough times to understand what's happening here. it's just more of the same. )
Fucking up whoever put us in here?
( just throwing it out there.
ideally, karlach would like to not throw a stranger under the bus. or, uh, murder them for the pleasure of another (again).
then she laughs, lips twisting into a grin. )
So you wanna see what's under my shirt? Maybe I'll show you after this!
( and that's not an empty promise. )