Zen's Writing Space

Since finding RP is nigh-impossible, I'll simply use this thread as a space to write solo. It won't be as grand or as detailed as the other single writer threads on here, but it'll keep me content.

Introduction to “ The Trials. “

A dimly lit room with nothing but a TV resting on a stool. The antenna twitched and crackled before the screen lit up.

/// LOADING: " The Trial. " DAY 1 MATCH 1: Solstice VS. Crucible. ///

A medium sized cat overtook the screen, a colorful bandanna covering the majority of it's upper head. Large eyes stared into the reader's, a huge smile on it's face. " Hi there! " It said excitedly, waving a paw. " I hope you're ready, because today's first round is gonna be a doozy! " The screen suddenly cut to static. The feline's voice rose up in an annoyed groan, "oh come on, I was just explaining the roun- "

// LINKING SKYCAM . . . SIGNAL FOUND . . .
// GENERATING STAGE . . .
// TERRAIN: GRASS HILLS
// WEATHER: OVERCAST.
// T.O.D: EVENING.
/// COMMENCE ///

The two fighters were placed on opposite sides of the stage. Each one was announced as they entered through, or more so were thrown through, their portals. In the northeast corner, an anthropomorphic feline was standing, his white pelt bristling and waving in the wind. The SKYCAM circled Solstice to catch every detail of his body. On his chest there was an X swiveled 90° that was a dull lavender. The same could be said for his left eye, which had what appeared to be a butterfly on it. Or rather, a butterfly shaped scar where the eye had been. The eye that was open was glowing a gentle white as he peered about the stage, up until the hill blocked his view of the opposite corner.

- SOLSTICE -

This line of text flashed on the screen four times before the SKYCAM traveled over to the other side. A tall man in a fully black outfit was standing there. He had a purple cloak on that matched the shade of his hair. Hovering just over his back was a massive weapon, a long handle leading to an incredibly large rectangle with visible but illegible markings on it. There was also a sheath resting below the hammer that was a dark lavender in opposition to the rest of his attire. He stood there completely unbothered.

- CRUCIBLE -

Once more, the name flashed four times.

/// ACTION ///

The two fighters began to slowly approach the center of the stage, with Solstice taking a more circular approach as opposed to a direct one. Then the two men met. At once, Crucible drew his blade and Solstice’s now raised fists began to emit a hazy lavender energy. At the climax of the tension, that feline appeared again, this time between the two fighters.

“ This is an anything goes battle, “ it stated loudly, “ so feel free to use what ever methods you see fit to take down your opponent! The only stipulation is that you may not kill one another. Any injury resulting in death is an automatic disqualification from The Trials. Be careful! “ Finally the feline disappeared, and the men were left to fight.

Solstice leapt forward, hoping to catch Crucible off guard, but an astonishingly powerful gust of wind blew Solstice back and Crucible toward him. It’d had been an easy victory had the feline not exploded into a herd of butterflies, which was carried down-wind. After a few moments of being shocked, Crucible ceased the wind and simply began to walk toward the butterflies. They’d have converged to form Solstice’s physical body. By the time Solstice realized what was happening, Crucible was in front of him; blade hurdling towards his neck. A glowing fist met Crucible’s wrist with a bang, and he deflected the swing. He quickly followed up with a right hook aimed at his chest. It would land and cause Crucible to cough violently, a small amount of blood splattering onto Solstice’s face. Crucible smiled and headbutted the feline. Solstice recoiled and hissed as Crucible kicked him off. They stood up straight and began to circle one another.

/// TOO SLOW ///

/// TOO SLOW ///

/// TOO SLOW ///

The Producer reappeared (the black feline), this time with a syringe in hand. It contained a lavender substance that sloshed around as it trotted up to Solstice. For some reason, Solstice couldn’t move and was in turn stabbed in the thigh and injected with this mysterious concoction. Then the Producer vanished.

/// TRY THIS ON FOR SIZE ///

Crucible took a few paces back as Solstice began to writhe, having fallen to his knees. The marking on his chest and eye were now glowing a ghastly red, opposing the softness of his palette. Then the feline simply vanished. A natural breeze crept through and it seemed to carry dust that irritated Crucible’s eyes. There was a moment of dead silence before the sound of clothing tearing and the howl of pain shattered it. Crucible whirled around to try and meet Solstice but he was gone, already on his right with a harsh punch to the side of his head, which sent him sliding through the grass. Solstice stood where Crucible once was, panting and obviously running on fumes from whatever was injected into him. Crucible stood up and sighed as the massive hammer was lifted from its place. A burst of wind sent him into the air as he raised the hammer over his head, aiming to crush Solstice. Obviously, Solstice quickly moved out of the way, which gave Crucible time to pivot and toss a smaller version of the hammer at Solstice in motion. It’d hit him in the back with devastating force. It sent Solstice reeling. With the inertia Crucible carried, he’d hit the ground running, although away from Solstice. The more distance the better.

/// AWH, WHAT’S WRONG, A LITTLE HURT? ///

Solstice struggled to his feet and would be speaking, but his voice carried nowhere. Crucible could hear the obscenities he was shouting, though. He felt horrible. That cat was just a teen and was being forced to participate in this culling. But there’d be no chance of mercy from the next opponent, so he’d stand his ground until Solstice finally collapsed from exhaustion.

/// ! WINNER ! CRUCIBLE ! ///


The screen cut to black.

The Producer spoke regardless, this time behind the stool. It’s eyes gleamed in the darkness.

“ Enjoy the show? “

( Interlude!! It's now clear to post stuff in here. I'll mark the end of an Interlude so that I can write consecutively without it getting confusing. )

( Interlude end. I'll get back to this in an hour or so :p )

The room had a window today, more light shining into it. But there was no light near the stool.

Click.

/// LOADING: " The Trial " DAY 2 MATCH 1: Sparr VS. Abyss. ///

// LINKING SKYCAM . . . SIGNAL NOT FOUND !
// RETRYING. . . ERR: PRIORITY LOST, EXECUTING NEXT PROCESS.
// GENERATING STAGE . . .
// TERRAIN: PINE FOREST
// WEATHER: CLEAR.
// T.O.D: LATE AFTERNOON.
/// WE WILL RETURN WHEN THESE MESSAGES ARE OVER. . . ///

" Hello? Is anyone there? If you can hear me, just know that today's fight has a lot in store. Unlike yesterday... That was *boring!* " (** is emphasis / italics)

The familiar voice sounded through the screen, resounding enough to remind *You* of who it was. A black tail swayed on the display.

" Good luck to the fighters, and to all a happy Trial. "

/// THE ANGEL AND THE DARK ///

/// WE'RE LIVE ONCE AGAIN, THE SKYCAM IS ACTIVE. ///

The two were placed in a random place in the forest, keeping the "order" unpredictable enough to make the fights interesting. Rather than a portal, one was brought via a pillar of light and the other of shadow. From the light appeared what could only be described as a tortured angel, and from the dark seemed to be a normal person.

The angel was placed in a western sector, the roof of leaves so thick that hardly any light shined through. Not that it matters to him, as through the censoring bar over where his eyes should have been, there were chains wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. The chain was a dull yellow with a pale glow, seeming to be of some magical origin. It was chipped and spiky, though, as if it was ripped apart from the inside out. For the unlucky few who could think, it means it made him blind and most likely pierced his eyes. The clothing this man wore was a white suit, the cuff buttons and collar being a golden color. The inside outline of the suit was also golden, while the pants were fully white.

- SPARR -
Four flashes.

In a southeastern sector, the seemingly normal man was poised against a tree, twirling a knife between his fingers. He'd be in a pair of tight jeans with a closed zipper bomber jacket, hood lifted. There'd be a mask on his face, a simple tattered white with a black smile etched in. Behind the mask there was a hardly visible glow, a slightly darkened cyan that'd flash bright white every now and again.

- ABYSS -
Three. Wait, three?

The Action Phase was delayed this time, giving the two time to explore.

Where is the crowd im confused

hi

>8 miychuu: It's *live.* There is no in person crowd because there is no in person event. Everything is generated on the spot and then the "participants" are brought to said generated place where SKYCAMS broadcast them on TV.

It was five minutes of wandering before the two found each other, Sparr whispering something into the air as Abyss raked his knife across one of the trees. The sound of the bark splitting caught the angel's attention, his head snapping towards the sound.

" Praying won't help you, " Abyss said, almost mockingly, " to whatever God you worship. "

Sparr simply smiled, his words didn't need to be said. Abyss shook his head and twirled his knife once more.

A loud foghorn blew in the distance. Action Phase had begun. This was marked also by Abyss hurling his knife at Sparr, a tendril attached to it from beneath his sleeve. It was ignored, as the stretching sound of the tendril told Sparr it was hardly more than a feint, and he read correctly, as Abyss brought the knife back as if it was a lethal yo-yo. The angel responded by holding his right hand forward as a blade materialized in his hand. It was a glassy sword with a crossguard that extended down to cover his hand. It had small shards circling the handle. He'd slash diagonally, the slash being caught in the air before swirling as it flew towards Abyss. He'd dive to dodge it, rolling and recovering quickly. He leapt forward, his knife raised above his left shoulder, aimed at Sparr's chest. The angel met his blade with shocking precision, and despite the glass-like nature of his sword, it let off sparks from the impact.

In an instant, Sparr's arm was overtaken by a black substance that had cyan eyes all over it and white specks, almost as if it was space staring back at you. Sparr's smile faded as he attempted to free his arm, but the substance didn't let go. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Abyss recoiled and so did the goop, slithering back into his jacket as Abyss met the ground. The angel held his arm out in front of his covered eyes as it sizzled from the substance's contact. By the time Sparr put his arm down, Abyss had moved away. The censor bar on his eyes shifted slightly to the left. There was a moment of silence, only the artificial sound of birds chirped overhead. Two minutes of silence, in fact, before there was another move made. Abyss came barreling from nowhere, drop kicking Sparr into a tree. He then raised his fists, planning a follow up, but the angel had already swung himself around the tree and returned the kick, which was met by Abyss' hands. They went blow for blow, although Abyss' were more devastating due to the thick coating of whatever it may have been over his hands, until finally Sparr broke it off with a harsh right hook that cracked against Abyss' mask.

Half of the mask hit the ground and the pulsing cyan glow was now visible, revealing several large eyes on his face, or at least where his face should be. It ripped the other half of the mask off and threw it to the side. The creature was revealed, and it was disgusting. It seemed as if it's entire body was made of this goo, which had overlapped the clothing, all of the eyes darting and blinking. Sparr smiled once more, his censor bar now dissipating. It allowed the world to see the horrible damage the chains did to his eyes. Dried blood caked up on his cheeks like he'd been crying forever.

(I'll get back to this tomorrow, I'm a sleepy guy.)

( Maybe I'll actually get back to this, or my motivation will continue to plummet. )

( Nope, going on a self hiatus. )

>14 FureverZen: ok

this sounds fun