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THE TOURNAMENT OF THE GODS! (9/9) (CLOSED THOUGH SPECTATORS ARE WELCOME TO WATCH)

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Setting down his plate of eggs, the man started considering and weighing out his options. He sighed softly and shrugged.
“Maybe it’s just me, but being a minor god does sound pretty fun. Plus, for me, it’s not like I have anything better to do than being a librarian after all,” he listened to the other people speak before making a note of something someone else said, taking interest in what they were saying.
“Although…. yeah. What happens if we don’t want to participate? Is it a case of you finding someone else to replace us? Or is it a case of ‘the list is fixed and I’m sorry but you must participate’ sort of situation?”

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The Moderator tilted their head. "I am so glad you asked! If you were to say no, I would have to kill you and everyone else would still participate. We do not do refunds of any kind!" Their voice echoed on that last statement, seemingly having multiple people's voices behind it. They flipped upside down, still floating. "I also can't tell you what the tournament consists of other then it being a mixture of mental challenges and physical."

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(Me, writing that: Well… that escalated quicker than I meant it to)

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(finally, it only took 3 hours straight of refreshing, but I have finally seen the reply I was waiting for)

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(also, it went "heyo what if we don't wanna-")
("i wiLL dEsTrOy yOuR bLoOdLiNe")

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(Bro I just woke up, plus some of the only character notes I have for le Mod is just "extra", "Creepy", and "no chill)

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(lol relatable. i haven't been to sleep at all and boy is trying to write a reply hard rn lol. but I don't wanna lose what's on my mind so oh well, sleep shall wait till tomorrow night it seems)

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(Ooferoni, I just wake up really early)

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(early bird gets the… uhhhhhhhh…. drivers'… perm.)

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(Here goes nothing 2: The weird kid ate the glue)
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It was as he thought. Peace was never an option. Kiyowara furrowed his brows, weaving his fingers in his fiery red hair and heaving a heavy sigh as he dropped his face unceremoniously onto his desk. Mental and physical, huh? Kiyo was fairly confident in his mental capabilities. There would be a problem if a detective wasn't confident in such things, now wouldn't there? His physical capabilities… are what worried him most. He knew with a certainty that he could hold his own in a fight, that was definite. The scars on his body were proof of such capabilities, for sure. But for a devotee of the God of Violence (and Justice). Kiyowara was always weak to the cries of agony that people make when something hurts them. It was something he never got used to, no matter how many fights he got in, or that he witnessed. Sometimes he would wonder which broken arm or which strangled scream would desensitize him to it all. And other times he would wonder how he got hired by the police force of all places.
Today though… he was wondering just how long he had left to live. Surely not enough time to say his goodbyes. Hell, no point in filling out a two weeks' notice if you aren't there to work the two weeks. Might as well just leave without a word and never come back. Give his co-workers a new mystery to solve, even. If what would happen to him would even be imaginably possible for them to figure out. This was no time to think of what's ahead of him, though. He had to look to the present and accept the facts as they presented themselves. He was in a tournament. A test of mental and physical. He… was showed certain death and forced to take it by the hand. What a lucky day.

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Felix grabbed for his knife again. What he would do with it to nothing more than a ghastly form, he had no clue.
"Gods above, that's absolutely sick!" He snarled, "And for what purpose would you have us do this? Your own twisted amusement?"
He was livid, and a very clear glow filled his eyes- a glow reminiscent of embers.
Then again… it would be nice to leave this place. After all, he didn't love it here, aside from at the shrine, where he got to use his real talents for The Exiled.
He had a knack for a lot of mental challenges. At least if they didn't entail something beyond what might be deemed "normal" for a tournament. He was pretty clever and creative, and even a little cunning. Yet he feared this physical part of the tournament. He was relatively strong, maybe slightly above average in some respects. However, he struggled with other things like stamina, and that might do him in.
"Our gods ought to stop this meaningless tournament, really. No offense to any of you guys, but I don't think you really thought it through before picking a roster, now did you?"

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“Well, I’m glad to tell you that I planned on participating anyways so… eh, sure,” Curtis shrugged as he spoke, going over to get his notebook and pen as the moth-like tattoo on the back of his neck seemed to have fluttered its wings. He turned back to the Moderator or whatever this being had called itself to be.
“Although I have to ask…” he mentioned with a rather curious tone. “…do we have to perhaps… kill one another if the situation calls for it? Just curious…”

In reality, he wanted to know how it felt to hurt or kill another person, mostly because he’d seen it happen so many times before that his own curiosity seemed to have blended in with the idea of it. He had knowledge of it, yes, but he lacked one really important thing to really understand it— experience.

Avlynn's hands flew up to her mouth at the Moderator's sudden announcement. She instinctively took a half-step back. "O-oh." A million things raced through her mind, but the one that worried her most was that she'd be leaving the love of her life behind, forever. Suddenly, the storage room seemed less like the cozy little space filled with instruments and music and more like a crypt whose walls were closing in on her by the second. With a slight tremor in her voice, she asked, "Will there be time for us to say our goodbyes? I'm sure I'm not the only one who would like to explain to their loved ones why they'll be disappearing without a trace."

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"That's exciting!" Juniper felt her uncertainty give way to pure excitement. "Mental challenges? Like, puzzles? Or mind games? Even mental torture?" A grin spread across the woman's face as she rocked back and forth on her heels. "Exciting," she repeated. "And killing? I've… never killed a human. But… I'd… like to experience it, if that makes sense. I know it sounds crazy, but…" Juni fidgeted with the blooming flowers in her hair again.

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"My own twisted amusement? No my dear, it's my God's will! Entertainment to last us for at least a year or so. The other gods can't turn Them down, they already suffered the consequences last time, games like these keep the peace." The Moderator inhaled the smoke that had served as an example, smiling as the last bit of smoke tucked itself behind their teeth. "You'll get a day to prepare, but then, I'll grab you again, bring you to the stadium where you'll meet your gods, they'll give you a blessing of some sort, and then, the games will begin!"

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"Can we bring anything?" Juniper continued fidgeting with the flowers in her hair. "Because I already have some ideas." Sure enough, her mind was racing with what she'd need to bring with her. At least one weapon, probably a knife. A pocketknife would probably work, because of its multiple tools. Duct tape, because of its multiple uses. A small first aid kit, of course, and some food and water, just in case. She'd wear something warm but light and easy to move in, and generally flexible clothing. "I can't wait!"

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Sterling started panicking as they heard what the Moderator had said and the other people's reactions. Wait, so if I was to say no I die… They glanced over at Magnolia to see how she was taking this information. And if there are physical challenges well- they glanced down at their foot, I'm screwed… "Wait, so if we lose a round or whatever, we die? And we can also die to the hands of others?" Yeah, not the way I wanted to go out, I wanted to just die peacefully of old age with like a loved one or something, not in an arena full of crazy people.

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Curtis nodded and immediately turned to his room, looking for some things he needed to get for this trip. It was sure to be a long one so… better prepare things he wouldn’t regret bringing. Of course, he was excited to hear about this. The excitement coursing in his veins was quite… overwhelming.
“God, can we just skip to tomorrow already? I want to see who I’m up against physically,” he laughed softly, hiding a hint of mania in his tone as he wrote something on his notebook…
‘Objective : Win the Tournament’

The fact that there were a couple of individuals that were not only not worried about the tournament but excited for it worried Avlynn a fair bit. She fiddled with the hem of her sweater nervously. "Is that all, then?" she asked the Moderator. Edmund likely wouldn't take the news well–she wouldn't blame him one bit for being worried–and she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could before being whisked off to this stadium

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"Yepperoni, that's all. Oh, and we don't provide breakfast!" The moderator held out their hand and blew glitter at all the competitors. "Have fun! Don't die before it's time to!" And they vanished in a puff of smoke and glitter.

Avlynn spluttered as glitter got into her mouth. "Goodness, it's everywhere," she muttered, trying to pat it out of her sweater. She took a deep breath and prepared to go over this with her husband. After de-glittering to the best of her ability, the woman left the storage room. Thankfully, it looked like there was only one customer left in the store. Avlynn apologized briefly for the inconvenience and set the young man up with his instrument. Once he was on his way, Edmund approached her.

"Avvie, are you alright?" he asked, placing a hand on her arm. Avlynn sighed, letting her tiredness show now that there were no customers around, and leaned into the touch a little.

"…We should close for the day," she suggested. Edmund's eyes widened a little; Avlynn loved working at their shop and didn't ask to close suddenly unless something was very wrong.

So they did, and Avlynn explained the encounter in the storage room as the two sat on the floor by the counter like kids. With each minute, she grew more and more anxious about the situation. "…Edmund, I'm…going to have to kill someone or die myself," she said softly. Edmund had his arm wrapped around her shoulders and squeezed a little bit.

"You're going to be okay," he said. "Avlynn. Look at me." And she did, meeting his gaze with tear-filled eyes. He was afraid, but there was that familiar sparkle in his blue eyes that put her a little bit at ease. "You're the kindest, most honest, most loving person I know. Don't mistake that for softness, darling. Kind people are strong, and you are so, so strong. We can't fight the gods, but we can pray. I'll pray for you every night, become a devotee myself if that's what it takes to make sure that you make it."

Everything released at once, and Avlynn found herself crying into her husband's chest as he held her close to him. The two of them stayed like that for a while, crying on each other until neither had the tears to continue. Avlynn wrote a prayer to her patron and tossed it in the small ink fountain that they kept in the shop, and the couple went home to spend one last day together.

(skdavln I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO HAVE TO WRITE HURT/COMFORT THIS SOON BUT THERE IT IS)

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(Ooh, good foreshadowing without even knowing what you're foreshadowing Edmund my dude.)

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Juniper waved as the Moderator disappeared, and ran upstairs to her apartment above her shop, first flipping the sign in her shop's window to 'closed'. She grabbed the biggest backpack that she owned, and threw it on her bed, before running around the apartment, searching for supplies.
Juni grabbed a roll of duct tape from a drawer in the kitchen, and a pocketknife from her bedside table. She threw a few bags of dried fruit and trail mix into the front pocket of the bag. The woman ran back into the kitchen, filling a water bottle and grabbing a bottle of iodine tablets she'd bought for a camping trip. The bottle was still unopened, as the trip had been canceled due to a bad storm.
"What else do I need…" The woman looked around her bedroom, her eyes landing on her closet. "Clothes. I need clothes." Juniper opened her closet and chose her outfit, settling on warm socks, a light green tank top, a light but warm black fleece, and black leggings. She picked up a pair of black combat boots from her closet floor, and set them out on her dresser, her shoes at the foot of her bed. The woman neatly packed the items laying on her bed, one after the other.
"Done," she declared, a sigh of satisfaction escaping. She was already excited for tomorrow.

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(Me, realizing that this is just a party half filled with murder hobos and the other with lawful good characters: Oh fuck)

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(murder hobos lmfao)

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(lol)

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Charlie clutched her heart and fell onto her bed. At first it felt as if she was isolated from everything, and then the walls crumbled and everything hit her like a tsunami. No, she wasn't afraid to die, she just wasn't ready. Light footsteps sounded outside her door and then her 12-year-old bother was now holding her as Charlie cried into his shoulder. This isn't how it's supposed to work, she noted internally. I should be comforting James, not the other way around. Her failed attempts at stifled sobs echoed through the room. How can I tell my little brother that I might die? How do I tell him that he could be alone?? Charlie didn't want to think about leaving her little brother alone in this cruel world. She promised him that she would always stay by his side. She promised that she wouldn't be taken away like their parents had been. As much as Charlie hated to admit it, that promise could soon be broken.

"Char are you okay?" He met her eyes. "I heard voices and then I heard you crying- but you- you're alone. Where were the voices coming from? What were the voices?"

Charlie's throat and eyes stung. She couldn't form words as her anxiety took over. Her breathing tremendously sped up and tears flowed like waterfalls from her dark brown eyes. James held her closer, running his hand through her braids. "Do you want to go to the Shrine?" He asked after Charlie ever so slightly calmed. She nodded and James pulled away. "If you wanna talk you can, but I won't push you Char."

Charlie sniffed and rubbed her eyes, smearing the black and pink make-up. She removed herself from her brother's grip and wandered to their bathroom. She removed the wet and ruined eyeliner and eyeshadow before reapplying them expertly. Her hands never shook, she trained them to be still when she first started her jewelry shop down in the alley off 4th Boulevard. James came by and gave her a side-hug. He was wearing a black coat over his t-shirt and carrying Charlies army green jacket.

"I don't deserve you," Charlie sniffed.

"I know you don't," James grinned. "Come on, let's head to the Shrine."

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(I would like to say again that this is a fantasy setting with some modern elements, not a modern setting with some fantasy elements)

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(ah, do you need me to change anything? sorry I've just been imagining this is a sorta-modern era thing)