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forthesanityofstorytellers · 8 months

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Writeblr Battle Royale - Ophelia versus Lyra!

Round 3 of the event @writeblrbattleroyale put on by @your-absent-father! It's my alien elf Lyra fighting against @the-arigen's Ophelia (same Ophelia that killed Kashi)! Oddly I feel like Kashi and Ophelia actually got along better despite the circumstances 😅 (Ya'll, Lyra is getting pissed) You can read Lyra's round 1 here/Round 2 here and Ophelia's round 1 here/Round 2 here! Remember you can follow all the action here OR by following #writeblrbattleroyale ! Follow some awesome fellow writeblrs, fall in love with others OCs and then watch some of them beat the shit out of each other!

Anyway. TO THE DEATH MATCH!!

WC: 2,330 Tw: death

Round 3 Intro

Lyra watched as the fortune teller was ejected, mind snapping around the bit of information presented. Can't hurt him. Does have a weakness. Good to know. The cheers were still loud as M announced the start of the next fight, Lyra slapping her ears against the sides of her head once again in both an attempt to drown it out and also as a show of annoyance. She turned to see the new adversary, pulling an arrow and sliding it into place, but keeping it low for the moment. Ready. Not aimed.

"I would like to avoid pain for us both as much as possible," she called out, watching the new opponent to see how she would react. "I don't want to fight if I do not have to. How bad is your desire to fight me?"

"I'm not terribly enthused by the prospect," Ophelia responded, slowly. She knew that the possibility existed to do something M- things tended to have weaknesses, even if they were difficult to exploit- but an inability to physically do much meant that she wouldn't be personally able, except as a distraction. "but I also somewhat doubt the possibility that we get through painlessly. I've already died once for this insanity, it would not surprise me if it happened again."

That took Lyra by surprise. She could have sworn the rules were...well, that didn't seem to matter. Her momentary confusion ended in her shaking her head and shooting a glare at M, ears still pinned to the sides of her head.

"Aimoupon!!!" You piece of shit! Shook her head again. Focus. Win. Kill him. Or exploit whatever weakness he had to make him pay for this. "I agree," she said to her adversary, loosening her ears in order to better pay attention. "And I am sorry. Both for the death you've already suffered...and the death I hope to bring about in this round."

"'Hope' may be operative, in this case. I am quite difficult to kill." Ophelia said, beginning to plan things out in her head. The arrow was one thing, but with visible wings... there was a chance some other kind of magic was available to her opponent. That meant there might actually be a threat on the table, so she would have to separate out…

Ophelia nodded, once, and allowed the silver to take over her skin, though she maintained her human shape, for the moment. It wouldn't do to give away the whole game before it had even started.

Lyra watched for a moment. But the change was enough for her to pull her arrow up and readied it. "I have killed difficult things before. Growth to the strong, Adversary." She had the opportunity and took it, aiming for the center of the silver humanoid mass and letting her arrow fly.

Ophelia was watching carefully, but it just looked like a normal arrow. So she didn't bother to dodge. The resulting spike of pain was familiar, the arrow sticking out of her torso with sliver shoved out of the way around it, barely hanging on the the rest of her mass in places. Then, Ophelia grabbed the arrowshaft, shifting herself out of the way as she pulled it out and fixing the hole left behind.

"My apologies for the confusion; I did not mean to imply that you were weak. Simply that the number of things that can actually kill me is... limited." Having finished that statement, she finally split. One copy forward, carrying most of her mass, while a second, mostly hollow, backed off to observe. Wings usually meant flight, which meant a difficult fight at best.

Lyra did her best to backpedal, but she worried suddenly about being overwhelmed too quickly. She knew she would have problems if she wasn't quick. Her wings snapped out, giving her a boost as she leapt into the air backwards to try and gain speed in her retreat. Her arrow had done practically nothing, and she doubted that any sort of grappling would do any better.

"Good to know," she answered, "I don't suppose a fall from very high up is one of the limited things?"

"Unfortunately not," the copy at the back responded, while the one chasing Lyra around on the ground tried to get into a position where she could actually attack. "That would just be blunt force, the same as anything else in the category. Denaturation or destruction, everything else is ultimately somewhat meaningless. It's what makes me almost curious to see how M would enforce my participation." The copy closer to Lyra shifted, hollowing itself out to launch a spear into the air and leaving behind a hollow shell to take up space. It was possible that she would need to land, which would tilt endurance in Ohpelia's favor. Eventually.

"Unless he has plans for you and wanted to use this tournament as a testing ground of sorts–

" Lyra's words were cut off as she twisted away from the spear and continued into a spiral for a moment before she felt the wall brush against her back. Placing her boots firmly against it, she pushed off hard and used the motion to help propel her higher into the air. This opponent could split and morph, then. She wondered how high the opponent could go with such an ability. It couldn't hurt to test it. "Denaturation? Destruction? I understand one of these. What is the difference between the two?"

The spear had missed, hitting the wall behind Lyra, but that didn't mean it had stopped being a threat. Allowing the rigidity to fail and the mass to pile up against the wall as it hit, Ophelia turned from a spear into a wide, thin mesh, launching herself out again as she did. There weren't any updrafts to ride in the relatively small arena, but she could still glide somewhat in the air.

"Acid and fire don't destroy anything, just change their form. Those are denaturation, instead, and they would still work to kill me. Destruction involves things like void magic or particularly poorly designed teleportation, things that annihilate or turn to energy."

Lyra did her best to keep just out of reach, not wanting to use all her energy on zipping from one spot to another. She wanted to try and draw her opponent as far up as possible, and just flat-out running from her wouldn't get the job done. It was a gamble, but one she was okay with for the moment.

"Then this will indeed be difficult." But maybe not impossible. Her first adversary hadn't been killed, only made unable to continue the fight. Perhaps she could replicate the same situation. A test, then. "Perhaps this will make an appropriate alternative!" she called out, pushing to get away from the silver mesh and clearing her throat before beginning to call upon her magic.

She reached out, made a connection with the ground her opponent was standing on, and yanked a piece out from directly under the silver one that had been speaking. The ground responded and cracked, breaking apart rapidly and creating a hole big enough to swallow her opponent.

Ophelia watched the hole for a moment, then decided that that copy wouldn't be able to get back, even if it weren't destroyed, and started speaking from the one who had launched the spear. "I wouldn't be able to tell. It depends on what's at the bottom of that hole, probably. Logic says it might be, especially because M must have some expectation that he could force, or kill, me in person."

The drifting mesh was starting to pick up speed, and pulled in its shape to fall faster. She really didn't have that many options, with her target flying around, so she had to come up with something... at least on the ground she could actually control her direction, instead of floating around and hoping.

Well that seemed to have worked for the most part. Lyra was hoping this was a controller-puppet situation...but evidently not. At least the one that fell didn't seem to be raising up or crawling out. But if copies were to be a factor, she realized she may need to go bigger than her test run. She flew down a little, to get back within a possible range. She needed to ensure her opponent would be held to a single spot long enough and not given the chance to split or change once Lyra started with magic again. "If he was the one that brought you here, the same as he brought me, wouldn't he know who and what he was bringing?"

"I've been assuming so." Ophelia responded, as the version of her closer to Lyra changed again, turning to a person after she hit the hit the ground for only a moment before shifting to two bolas flung through the air, trying to limit mobility. "It's possible not, but I consider it unlikely. Especially given that my first matchup killed me."

Lyra tucked her wings immediately and fell like a stone, her instinct telling her to duck under instead of fly over. She spun in the fall before twisting, flapping her wings back out when she was sure she had gone under the weapon and pushed forward hard in both an effort to regain her advantage and not smash into the ground. "He is cruel to bring you to this place again after death," she called out, angling up and trying to push for the skies, assuming that this arena would allow her to stay out of reach.

"It's hardly the first time that's happened." The bolas had landed, shifting together again as they did and then into a four-legged form to run after Lyra, while the Ophelia that was speaking started to run as well, trying to be unpredictable. There wasn't much she could do to actually make up the distance, and flight required more strength than she had. "It is somewhat my job to die first. It usually doesn't stick."

Lyra was taken off-guard trying to keep her eye on the one talking while remaining aware of the one chasing. This wouldn't do. She was going to get caught and lose the only advantage she believed herself to actually have. She turned her dive into a heady climb, as sharply as she could manage and higher than before. High enough that she should have been well out of reach before spinning and taking a moment to breathe.

Her opponent went up, and Ophelia watched, slowing. As high up as Lyra was, the only way to actually hit would be to find a hold on the wall. Without at least something to push off of, she was helpless to get all that far off the ground.

Lyra began to summon her magic. This last effort would either get her victory or it would be her downfall. She did what she could to concentrate while attempting to keep her opponent unaware of her building magic by continuing the conversation. "Then I am truly sorry. I understand the responsibility of being the one to die first, I simply chose to leave that responsibility behind me. And I hope that one day you will find proper rest."

"Perhaps one day... but I expect my final death to be on the front lines. I don't age, can't be permanently injured, and have some ability to fight the end of the world; how would I ever justify retirement?"

"Forgive me," Lyra called down. "I did not mean insult. I simply meant..." she searched for the right words before remembering to concentrate. "Back home, high-borns are expected to stand between death and those under them. It was our duty, I was told. I rejected the idea, but not to lay down my weapons. Instead I argued that our duty to those below is better served by seeking life as a companion instead of simply accepting the hand of death. But our people do not come back from the seas - from death - unless summoned by magic...so perhaps our worlds are different. Either way..." There. She had it. Could feel the build up of her magic. Could feel it curling around her, her connection to the earth steadily growing. "...I am still...so very sorry."

She reached forward with a scream, the center of the ground bucking and twisting before starting to sink. The hole formed began to grow, wider and wider at the fastest pace Lyra could make it, with her aim to create a hole so large it would reach to the edges of the arena and swallow her opponent, forcing her to be unable to compete in these death games.

Ophelia felt the ground moving below her, and a cursory examination of the earth around her showed the simple reality that she wouldn't be able to escape. A quick formation of a wide set of wings bought her a moment to speak, but she could see the yawning abyss waiting to take her once again. Part of her wanted to fight it, to somehow attempt a way out of this impossible situation, like so many others... but the only life under threat was her own.

"Do me a favor? Make him regret this." Without even waiting for an answer, Ophelia pulled those wings in, plummeting into the nothing below.

"I will do all that is possible!" she called out, unsure if her opponent had heard. She solidified the ground once again, pulling with all her strength to close the hole enough to give her a safe landing spot, directly over where her opponent had fallen. She landed. Knelt and placed her hand on the earth. "Geparmh, Eronh," she whispered. Travel safe, warrior.

She turned with a glare towards M before flying back to where she began and making sure the ground was steady here as well, landing and sitting. Waiting for the next. And meditating on what lessons she had of death magic.

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lilgynt · 4 months

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honestly fine with gale as far as how he responds and feels about counter violence to the capitol like i get why katniss is like i hate how he treats innocent human beings like they’ve personally responsible for his suffering and doesn’t know about taking a life up close like she’s right but also he’s thinking big picture during a war and doesn’t help most of his thoughts about the capitol or said war are proven right - like when he’s like is it safe to have everyone gathered here at the hospital and katniss is thinking yeah this can’t be healthy or encourage healing and he’s thinking no they’re gonna be targeted bc they can’t run and are useless for capitol use and bam what happens. he’s right in his own way half the time but what annoys the fuck me about him is him being like so pushy about his feelings even when he KNOWS katniss is completely oblivious to that kind of stuff and keeps blindsiding her with it and getting mad at her for not knowing what to do with that info even with the fact that she found out at like. the worst time of her life when she was stuck in a situation she would have a very hard time getting out of safely with everyone she loves and holds it against her she cares about peeta at all and the whole you only care about me in pain and all i could think is i’ll never compete with how much pain peeta is in so i lost it’s like so you understand how katniss operates is mostly out of concern and worry romantically wise bc she hasn’t had a chance to care about this shit outside of like oh who i am hurting/killing with my choices and then are STILL like im gonna kiss her then stop bc she’s obviously not into it at the moment for the right reasons and it’s like kissing drunk i get he’s like a teenager and is a dumb shit but also leave that girl alone for the love of GOD

#personal #like sorry! i’m gonna like peeta more where they have scenes #where katniss actively seeks him out after nightmares and refuses to let his hand go #where they spend their last free day just hanging out and cuddling and she’s like okay. to letting this moment go on forever #when she thinks about kissing him she’s like yeah it felt nice and had a suprising heat and i miss it now that i can actually think about #and in general seems like every moment isn’t spent feeling super guilty or worrying about his feelings #like that’s a large bit of it but more circumstancal than like. something that would happen with peeta #but with gale katniss is like i just want my friend back i feel bad i hurt his feelings like this #how can i make him feel better i wish it was like before and she’s constantly throwing out olive branches #and gale is upset with nearly choice she makes so yeah i get why she’s like okay yeah ill kiss him see if that helps #and in her mind it’s like peeta equals the capitol getting what they want and that path #holds so much danger and just. acceptance of the awful life ahead of her #so even if she does talk about his long eyelashes at length i could see why she’s like confused about feelings for him #and gale seems like okay picking him is picking a different life even she’s not actively picking him for him #does this make sense i don’t know but i get peeved during gale katniss scenes like give that girl a BREAK.#she’s been through two hunger games is obviously fucked up dealing with a lot of background drama and obviously cares about the people #around her stop being so fuckin mean #like they have nice scenes but it’s not their romantic scenes for sure #she feels safe with gale wants him around and they have nice banter but he keeps fucking it up with this i love you crap #even when he realized he likes her like damn.

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