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FATALITY! [Complete]
When; October 10th, morning
Rating; PG-13 for violence?
Characters; Chrome (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
not_mukuro_rly) vs. Chrona (hellinmyhead)
Summary; MORTAL KOMBAAAAAT!! Two of the city's more timid citizens are cursed to fight in a special-effects-laden battle to the death for the entertainment of the crowds. Just look at what you did, City. You're going to make somebody cry. Bet you're proud of yourself, huh? Aren't you?
On the other hand, the special effects were pretty good.
Log;
Something felt different in the air today. Something... had drawn Chrona to come to the newly erected arena, and something was drawing out the desire to attack. What exactly it was, was harder to define than when Chrona had killed before - it wasn't strictly out of fear, although that was at the forefront of Chrona's mind too. It felt more like it had at Medusa-sama's urging.
Maybe it was a curse. Despite having that thought consciously, it only aggravated the way Chrona was feeling. Curses were scary. Chrona didn't want to be involved in any curses. If Chrona just killed any opponents in the way, then it would be done with.
Yeah, Chrona thought, stepping out into the ring and the roar of the crowd, Ragnarok's thin black blade clutched tightly in hand.
"Let's kill 'em! GUPYAAAAAAAAAA!" Ragnarok shrieked, his red-lipped mouth opening across the flat of the blade.
"Yeah," Chrona agreed, waiting for their opponent to show.
--
Mist was an element Chrome should have felt more at home in. The cool air around her shifted slowly as Chrome stepped into the strange building that had appeared not long before. Somehow... She had felt a calling to come here, a quiet drive not unlike what she'd felt so long before, when she'd first met. She needed to be in this place. At this time. But she wasn't unprepared. Chrome clutched her trident closer to herself, the warm metal of the band of the Vongola ring clicking softly against the metal as she navigated through the mist. Not too much farther. She could see it clearing as she blinked up with her one good to see another figure standing across from her. "Ah... So it's you."
--
Chrona made a vague noise, standing there in that awkward-looking pose, Ragnarok dangling from one hand, the other hand clutching tightly to the opposite arm.
"Yeah. We're supposed to fight, aren't we? I've never fought anyone with a trident before. I wonder what I should do..." Chrone's eyes rolled upward in thought. "But it's a curse, isn't it? And if I kill you it'll be over and I won't have to deal with it anymore." Chrona's gaze flicked back to front, staring blankly at Chrome.
--
"But...," Chrome frowned at the other, uncertain. She'd never had to face someone like this. It was different from those fights where she'd had to, whether it was because they were attacking her or because Mukuro had simply needed her to. This... didn't seem to have any purpose at all, like everything else in this City. She held out the trident in front of her, willing more power from the ring, "I can't. I have to go back. So I can't die for you."
--
"I don't understand... you look really weak. And there's no way out now. So why can't I kill you...?" Chrona murmured, uncertain as well, even if Chrona's own uncertainty was tangled up in old fears and anxieties.
"Just shut up and attack, moron," Ragnarok gurgled. "Even if I can't eat her soul, I want a taste of it!"
"Yeah," Chrona agreed again, and dashed forward in a sudden rush of momentum, bringing the black sword up in a broad arc, all too open.
--
Chrome was already in action, hands spinning the trident by its hilt before plunging it neatly into the ground. The farther away she could keep the other away from her, the better, she thought. The ground began to rumble, splitting from the indent in the ground. Of all her illusions, this was the most familiar and usually the most effective, as the ground began to rise, breaking into giant chunks to force the distance between them.
--
"Uwaaah!" Chrona yelped, stumbling and flailing midstride, trying to keep balance on what Chrona could only see as a flying chunk of floor. Ineffectively too, as Chrona ended up sliding off one crumbling piece to land face-first on another.
--
Chrome moved carefully from chunk to chunk, trusting her illusions not to fail her as she closed the distance between them. Maybe, if the other had gone down, she could end this now. With a turn of her trident, she held the three-pronged blade towards Chrona's neck.
--
It was like stabbing a brick wall. Only a drop of inky black blood rose from the back of Chrona's neck. Chrona jerkily started to rise on the floating piece of floor, head turning far enough for one eye, its pupil pinprick-small, to meet Chrome's gaze. "You can't kill me like that," Chrona said in the same undisturbed, morose, tone of voice as everything Chrona had said before. "See? My blood is black."
"Bloody Needle!" Ragnarok screeched, the droplet of black blood spiking out in a long needle-like point from the base of Chrona's neck, aiming for Chrome.
--
Chrome yelped, stumbling back away from the attack as the needle point closed the distance between them, stinging as it bit into her shoulder. The illusion, once so strong beneath the pair of them, faded in the mist, solid ground returning in the face of Chrome's fragmented focus. "What...," she breathed, clutching the trident closer to her as she caught her breath.
--
"Oh... It's normal again," Chrona commented at the ground, awkwardly staggering back to standing position again, with what had been a spike of blood a split second ago falling to the ground as a single black droplet. "Well then... Ragnarok. Screech Resonance," Chrona said, raising the sword.
The mouth sprouted on the blade again, parting to show white teeth and a long tongue as it let loose a long ear-splitting screech, loud enough to reverberate through the entire coliseum.
--
The sound didn't help, either, as Chrome ducked back, fighting to hold the trident in front of her as the power of Ragnarok's screech battened around her. With another push, she slammed the butt of it into the ground again, focusing her efforts on another set of illusions. The ground changed again, with bright jets of flame, another standard to interrupt the sound.
--
Ragnarok's screeching screams didn't end at that though. Chrona staggered back to avoid a roaring column of flame with another small yelp and swung wide again with the sword - this time to release a wide stream of black and purple-tinged energy. "Screech Alpha!" The toothy maw of the thing gaped as it rushed across the stadium.
--
Again with a strange form of fighting. Chrome wasn't certain if the other was an illusion user or not-- Or if this was something more like the boxes that that man had used before. Either way, it was coming at her with a speed too fast to dodge. Chrome grit her teeth, shying behind the trident she held up to counter it, the jets of flames still crackling around the pair of them.
--
Shying away from the sparks and crackles of flame, Chrona was beginning to sweat in the intense heat. Flames like this were something unfamiliar, just like the way the ground had broken up. Scary.
"I don't like these flames. Quit it..." Chrona said, in something approaching a morose whine, raising Ragnarok for another attack. "Why won't you just die."
--
Chrome frowned a little, confused at Chrona's remark even as she readied for the next attack. She'd never fought an opponent with a sword, never had a chance to watch more than a few fights with one, but it was something far more terrifying up close, especially with her young attacker being... Well... So strange. "I can't... I said so," she pressed, slashing her trident upwards in an attempt to block the other's strike. She didn't want to get too close, not with the way her shoulder still stung from Chrona's first attack, but it was the only way she was going to be able to end this.
--
Their weapons met in the sharp clash of metal against metal, pushing against each other for a second. "Because you said so...?" Chrona echoed sadly. Then, in a disconcerting shift, that gloomy expression twisted into a crazed sneer. "Pfft."
Ragnarok's mouth opened again, letting loose with another long shrieking wail. The sword vibrated with the sound enough to force a metallic screech from where their weapons met, sparks starting to fly as Ragnarok sought to grind clean through Chrome's weapon.
--
Chrome drew in her breath sharply, her frown deepening as she kept the trident pressed shakily up against the heft of Ragnarok's blunt force. She could feel the illusion of the trident's handle begin to weaken beneath Chrona's strength and let the illusions of fire turn to water. The pillars broke above them in a wave as she asked Mukuro-- even though he was long gone --for the strength to hold out just a little bit longer. "Because I can't go back there-- Not if I die."
--
Any reply Chrona might have had was drowned out in the rushing water, all resistance giving way as Chrona was all but swept away by the torrential wave. Chrona flailed, still desperately hanging onto Ragnarok, but with no concept of what to do now, in the face of these bizarre changes in their surroundings, it was more panic than anything approaching useful resistance.
--
A sigh of relief escaped Chrome's lips as the other was dragged away by the flood of her illusions. She was starting to tire, the effort of maintaining her body and the large area effects making her chest a little tight, but the hope that all it would take was a little more pressure on her part kept her standing as the waves subsided, the illusory water slowly soaking the hardened dirt of the arena as it began to disappear. "Please give up," she repeated, preparing for another strike. "Killing you won't... help."
--
Chrona sputtered, coughing up some water that had been swallowed, and slowly, slowly got back up again like a puppet jerked upwards on strings. "I can't do that," Chrona said slowly. The reasons were still foggy in Chrona's mind, clouded with fear and insanity brought back by the curse, difficult to describe. The oldest, easiest reason was what came to mind. "If I'm not strong, she'll abandon me. And if I can kill you and be stronger, maybe I'll know how to deal with all the scary things here."
--
The other wasn't staying down and that fact alone shook Chrome a little. She wasn't a fighter, by any means. What skills she'd acquired... They'd been to be a little more useful to Mukuro-sama. Usefulness that only went so far when Mukuro-sama wasn't there to make use of it. But she had to finish this, even as Chrona rose again. She swallowed, "It won't... It's not going to change anything." "But I can't... let you win," she shifted her grip on the trident. She had to end this now or it would keep on going until she couldn't maintain her organs any longer. Dying here wasn't an option. She took a deep breath and charged at the other, intent on slicing Chrona down again before the other would have time to react.
--
The reason Chrona was slow to block was made even more clear this time. The sharp points that should have slashed through through Chrona's body were stopped dead in their tracks by the black blood running through Chrona's veins. "I told you, didn't I? You can't kill me like that," Chrona commented in a dull tone, raising Ragnarok again.
The first blow went wide as Chrome dodged, but without the interruptions of Chrome's illusions, Chrona was relentless. Chrona pressed forward with one slash and stab after another until the moment when, with a crazed rictus grin frozen on Chrona's face, the sword came down one, final, time.
Rating; PG-13 for violence?
Characters; Chrome (
not_mukuro_rly) vs. Chrona (hellinmyhead)Summary; MORTAL KOMBAAAAAT!! Two of the city's more timid citizens are cursed to fight in a special-effects-laden battle to the death for the entertainment of the crowds. Just look at what you did, City. You're going to make somebody cry. Bet you're proud of yourself, huh? Aren't you?
On the other hand, the special effects were pretty good.
Log;
Something felt different in the air today. Something... had drawn Chrona to come to the newly erected arena, and something was drawing out the desire to attack. What exactly it was, was harder to define than when Chrona had killed before - it wasn't strictly out of fear, although that was at the forefront of Chrona's mind too. It felt more like it had at Medusa-sama's urging.
Maybe it was a curse. Despite having that thought consciously, it only aggravated the way Chrona was feeling. Curses were scary. Chrona didn't want to be involved in any curses. If Chrona just killed any opponents in the way, then it would be done with.
Yeah, Chrona thought, stepping out into the ring and the roar of the crowd, Ragnarok's thin black blade clutched tightly in hand.
"Let's kill 'em! GUPYAAAAAAAAAA!" Ragnarok shrieked, his red-lipped mouth opening across the flat of the blade.
"Yeah," Chrona agreed, waiting for their opponent to show.
--
Mist was an element Chrome should have felt more at home in. The cool air around her shifted slowly as Chrome stepped into the strange building that had appeared not long before. Somehow... She had felt a calling to come here, a quiet drive not unlike what she'd felt so long before, when she'd first met. She needed to be in this place. At this time. But she wasn't unprepared. Chrome clutched her trident closer to herself, the warm metal of the band of the Vongola ring clicking softly against the metal as she navigated through the mist. Not too much farther. She could see it clearing as she blinked up with her one good to see another figure standing across from her. "Ah... So it's you."
--
Chrona made a vague noise, standing there in that awkward-looking pose, Ragnarok dangling from one hand, the other hand clutching tightly to the opposite arm.
"Yeah. We're supposed to fight, aren't we? I've never fought anyone with a trident before. I wonder what I should do..." Chrone's eyes rolled upward in thought. "But it's a curse, isn't it? And if I kill you it'll be over and I won't have to deal with it anymore." Chrona's gaze flicked back to front, staring blankly at Chrome.
--
"But...," Chrome frowned at the other, uncertain. She'd never had to face someone like this. It was different from those fights where she'd had to, whether it was because they were attacking her or because Mukuro had simply needed her to. This... didn't seem to have any purpose at all, like everything else in this City. She held out the trident in front of her, willing more power from the ring, "I can't. I have to go back. So I can't die for you."
--
"I don't understand... you look really weak. And there's no way out now. So why can't I kill you...?" Chrona murmured, uncertain as well, even if Chrona's own uncertainty was tangled up in old fears and anxieties.
"Just shut up and attack, moron," Ragnarok gurgled. "Even if I can't eat her soul, I want a taste of it!"
"Yeah," Chrona agreed again, and dashed forward in a sudden rush of momentum, bringing the black sword up in a broad arc, all too open.
--
Chrome was already in action, hands spinning the trident by its hilt before plunging it neatly into the ground. The farther away she could keep the other away from her, the better, she thought. The ground began to rumble, splitting from the indent in the ground. Of all her illusions, this was the most familiar and usually the most effective, as the ground began to rise, breaking into giant chunks to force the distance between them.
--
"Uwaaah!" Chrona yelped, stumbling and flailing midstride, trying to keep balance on what Chrona could only see as a flying chunk of floor. Ineffectively too, as Chrona ended up sliding off one crumbling piece to land face-first on another.
--
Chrome moved carefully from chunk to chunk, trusting her illusions not to fail her as she closed the distance between them. Maybe, if the other had gone down, she could end this now. With a turn of her trident, she held the three-pronged blade towards Chrona's neck.
--
It was like stabbing a brick wall. Only a drop of inky black blood rose from the back of Chrona's neck. Chrona jerkily started to rise on the floating piece of floor, head turning far enough for one eye, its pupil pinprick-small, to meet Chrome's gaze. "You can't kill me like that," Chrona said in the same undisturbed, morose, tone of voice as everything Chrona had said before. "See? My blood is black."
"Bloody Needle!" Ragnarok screeched, the droplet of black blood spiking out in a long needle-like point from the base of Chrona's neck, aiming for Chrome.
--
Chrome yelped, stumbling back away from the attack as the needle point closed the distance between them, stinging as it bit into her shoulder. The illusion, once so strong beneath the pair of them, faded in the mist, solid ground returning in the face of Chrome's fragmented focus. "What...," she breathed, clutching the trident closer to her as she caught her breath.
--
"Oh... It's normal again," Chrona commented at the ground, awkwardly staggering back to standing position again, with what had been a spike of blood a split second ago falling to the ground as a single black droplet. "Well then... Ragnarok. Screech Resonance," Chrona said, raising the sword.
The mouth sprouted on the blade again, parting to show white teeth and a long tongue as it let loose a long ear-splitting screech, loud enough to reverberate through the entire coliseum.
--
The sound didn't help, either, as Chrome ducked back, fighting to hold the trident in front of her as the power of Ragnarok's screech battened around her. With another push, she slammed the butt of it into the ground again, focusing her efforts on another set of illusions. The ground changed again, with bright jets of flame, another standard to interrupt the sound.
--
Ragnarok's screeching screams didn't end at that though. Chrona staggered back to avoid a roaring column of flame with another small yelp and swung wide again with the sword - this time to release a wide stream of black and purple-tinged energy. "Screech Alpha!" The toothy maw of the thing gaped as it rushed across the stadium.
--
Again with a strange form of fighting. Chrome wasn't certain if the other was an illusion user or not-- Or if this was something more like the boxes that that man had used before. Either way, it was coming at her with a speed too fast to dodge. Chrome grit her teeth, shying behind the trident she held up to counter it, the jets of flames still crackling around the pair of them.
--
Shying away from the sparks and crackles of flame, Chrona was beginning to sweat in the intense heat. Flames like this were something unfamiliar, just like the way the ground had broken up. Scary.
"I don't like these flames. Quit it..." Chrona said, in something approaching a morose whine, raising Ragnarok for another attack. "Why won't you just die."
--
Chrome frowned a little, confused at Chrona's remark even as she readied for the next attack. She'd never fought an opponent with a sword, never had a chance to watch more than a few fights with one, but it was something far more terrifying up close, especially with her young attacker being... Well... So strange. "I can't... I said so," she pressed, slashing her trident upwards in an attempt to block the other's strike. She didn't want to get too close, not with the way her shoulder still stung from Chrona's first attack, but it was the only way she was going to be able to end this.
--
Their weapons met in the sharp clash of metal against metal, pushing against each other for a second. "Because you said so...?" Chrona echoed sadly. Then, in a disconcerting shift, that gloomy expression twisted into a crazed sneer. "Pfft."
Ragnarok's mouth opened again, letting loose with another long shrieking wail. The sword vibrated with the sound enough to force a metallic screech from where their weapons met, sparks starting to fly as Ragnarok sought to grind clean through Chrome's weapon.
--
Chrome drew in her breath sharply, her frown deepening as she kept the trident pressed shakily up against the heft of Ragnarok's blunt force. She could feel the illusion of the trident's handle begin to weaken beneath Chrona's strength and let the illusions of fire turn to water. The pillars broke above them in a wave as she asked Mukuro-- even though he was long gone --for the strength to hold out just a little bit longer. "Because I can't go back there-- Not if I die."
--
Any reply Chrona might have had was drowned out in the rushing water, all resistance giving way as Chrona was all but swept away by the torrential wave. Chrona flailed, still desperately hanging onto Ragnarok, but with no concept of what to do now, in the face of these bizarre changes in their surroundings, it was more panic than anything approaching useful resistance.
--
A sigh of relief escaped Chrome's lips as the other was dragged away by the flood of her illusions. She was starting to tire, the effort of maintaining her body and the large area effects making her chest a little tight, but the hope that all it would take was a little more pressure on her part kept her standing as the waves subsided, the illusory water slowly soaking the hardened dirt of the arena as it began to disappear. "Please give up," she repeated, preparing for another strike. "Killing you won't... help."
--
Chrona sputtered, coughing up some water that had been swallowed, and slowly, slowly got back up again like a puppet jerked upwards on strings. "I can't do that," Chrona said slowly. The reasons were still foggy in Chrona's mind, clouded with fear and insanity brought back by the curse, difficult to describe. The oldest, easiest reason was what came to mind. "If I'm not strong, she'll abandon me. And if I can kill you and be stronger, maybe I'll know how to deal with all the scary things here."
--
The other wasn't staying down and that fact alone shook Chrome a little. She wasn't a fighter, by any means. What skills she'd acquired... They'd been to be a little more useful to Mukuro-sama. Usefulness that only went so far when Mukuro-sama wasn't there to make use of it. But she had to finish this, even as Chrona rose again. She swallowed, "It won't... It's not going to change anything." "But I can't... let you win," she shifted her grip on the trident. She had to end this now or it would keep on going until she couldn't maintain her organs any longer. Dying here wasn't an option. She took a deep breath and charged at the other, intent on slicing Chrona down again before the other would have time to react.
--
The reason Chrona was slow to block was made even more clear this time. The sharp points that should have slashed through through Chrona's body were stopped dead in their tracks by the black blood running through Chrona's veins. "I told you, didn't I? You can't kill me like that," Chrona commented in a dull tone, raising Ragnarok again.
The first blow went wide as Chrome dodged, but without the interruptions of Chrome's illusions, Chrona was relentless. Chrona pressed forward with one slash and stab after another until the moment when, with a crazed rictus grin frozen on Chrona's face, the sword came down one, final, time.