Aug. 29th, 2010

[identity profile] featherdrequiem.livejournal.com
[The feed starts with a loud protesting crackle. After jumping around a bit it finally settles to give a view of Black Jack's room. There's the sound of banging and a stifled noise of pain. Black Jack then falls in view of the camera, looking incredibly worse for ware. Slender fingers with sharp nails then lift his chin to look up at Kuja's face, who's crouched in front of him now. Madness is in his eyes, the surgeon tried to make a mockery of him, show him up to be less than what he was. Something that he wouldn't stand for. He wasn't pathetic or weak, he'd make sure that this fool knew it. Looking at his beaten face he just laughs with a childish smile and and air of glee.]

Now who's the pathetic one Rag-Doll? I told you to watch that tongue of yours, but you disregarded my warning.

[Holding up his other hand he conjoures three glowing white orbs. Holy spells. He lets the hover around the surgeon, that manic laughing creeping up once more. His eyes begin glowing a deep red.]

Let's see how brave you are in the face of your Final Act.

[He waves his hand and lets go of the other. The orbs begin circling gradually building up momentum, ready to hit Black Jack. As they circulate the two of them, they sling shot into the feed switching it off.]


((OOC: If anyone wants to interviene then go for it. Kuja won't kill Black Jack, he's too proud to let him get the better of him like that, he'll just make an example of him))  
[identity profile] prettyincrime.livejournal.com

[The feed shows Miria awkwardly attempting to bandage her own arm, plasters and a bottle of antiseptic in view of the blackberry. She can't remember the last time she was physically hurt this much, this is probably a first for her. Most of the cuts and bruises are on her face, chest and arms, dried blood stained across her shirt. As the bandaging attempt fails miserably, she throws the gauze down in childlike frustration, wincing as she catches one of the larger lacerations that runs from her shoulder to her elbow.

She wipes her eyes, trying to stop herself from crying so that her tears don't sting her facial injuries
]
[identity profile] mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com
[The Plot Bunny clears his throat before speaking]

Today is the last fight, the Championship bout between uh... [He checks his form again] Crownless, Lelouch and Iroh, and Timeless, Amy and the Doctor. The Doctor who? Which one is she even talking about? Whatever. The winner of the match gets two uh... "fabulous prizes." First off they get to fight against Soubi, who is the best Fighter in his world. Good luck with that. And second, their actual prize, they get a "Get out of Plot Free" card. Usable to get out of one Plot some restrictions apply.

So, uh, good luck guys.
[identity profile] worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com
[Mello has dragged himself away from the fight and is leaning heavily against a wall towards the end of the corridor. He manages to punch in the code for Matt's Blackberry]

Help.
[identity profile] youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com

[The feed will just show the inside of someones pocket at first, but the sound of a door opening and closing is apparent. After a minute or so, the blackberry is removed, and placed against something; the feed, to anyone watching, will now show  Holmes with his violin, slightly off screen, tuning the instrument, before getting up.

Placing the violin on his shoulder, his his back to the blackberry feed, he begins to play;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bebi1VHrGMA&feature=related

At first, like the song, he starts off calmly, almost as if he's dreaming as he plays..]

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