Death to Death [closed]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

When; Saturday | December 6 | Late afternoon, going into sundown.
Rating; PG-13? IDK the movies are like lol no bloooood...but there be blood here, so. Yes.
Characters; Caspian (treadingdawn), Lucy (lionesscouchant). Jadis (queenoftraitors), Peter (oshutup) Susan (lionessjant) & SPECTATORS (see below cut for details)
Summary; A challenge made in public name of previous personal trespasses, for the otherwise undisclosed purpose of cutting off winter's stone-tipped chill.
Log;

♚detaiiiiils.♕
Location: stadium, looking vaguely like the ring with broken columns and whatnot you see here....but larger as to be in keeping with stadium size, etc, etc. That's a basic idea though.

Annnnd threads will be made for the following 83

I. Pre-duel
a) [locked: Pevensies + Caspian]
b) [locked: Jadis + Allies]
II. Duel [locked: Jadis VS. Peter]
III. Duel [the public, anyone present and watching in the stadium, and while this obviously includes Caspian, Lucy, and Susan, we are opening it for anyone else who would be there and wants to actually do a semi-real-time reaction log. It doesn't have to be fancy, it's just an opportunity that we thought might be interesting to offer, and fun, perhaps. Reply to the main [blank] thread labeled as such with whatever your character is doing, or similarly, to another character's action if you want to interact, reacting.]
IV. Post-duel [locked: Pevensies + Caspian]

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♕PRE-DUEL [locked: Pevensies + Caspian] setting: stadium [private room]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

♕PRE-DUEL [locked: Pevensies + Caspian] setting: stadium [private room]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Peter doesn't pace, but he's not perfectly still either, holding his helmet, subtly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The past days of preparations have helped and while the armor does not feel lighter, it will doubtless show in his fight today that he wears it as if it does.

The room is quiet, as is the High King. Words seem smaller than ever to him before fights like these, he admits to himself, but even small things can provide a degree of reassurance. That is, of course, something he would prefer to never say that he needs, but everyone does, and that is a more widely known truth than others.

♕PRE-DUEL [locked: Pevensies + Caspian] setting: stadium [private room]

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

Lucy doesn't feel like she should be here.

She feels like she's not welcome; not because she isn't, but because she disagrees so honestly with this duel, because she feels it is her brother's way of getting back at Aslan for forbidding him from Narnia, because she is terrified that Peter will die.

She isn't ready for Peter to die. She never will be. Peter is her golden brother; he tucks her in at night and laughs with her and sings with her, and she doesn't like being angry with him.

She didn't bring Aslan. She just brought her knife and her cordial. She didn't care if it was cheating to save him from death - he was more important than her honor.

So she sat, legs crossed, and watched.

♕PRE-DUEL [locked: Pevensies + Caspian] setting: stadium [private room]

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

He's every much a grown man or rather a grown king. Susan does her best to be helpful and not fuss. He's got all of his armor on. Everything. Yes, he looks magnificent.

Not much longer now. The skin on her face feels so tight. All the same she spares him a smile. There's no going back. It's coming up so quickly. The week and all of the training that went into it went by so fast.

"Would you like water, Peter?"

The point of the quill my penmanship doth mirror; Caspian

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

His shadow darkens the doorway and although it's been left open, Caspian knocks first. Habits, this, and quick learners going hand in hand. He is the last to visit and he could not look anymore opposite the threaded links of steel and mirror shine of plates engraved by oak leaves.

The sword buckled to his baldric is there only for ceremonial purpose. He'll not draw it unless absolutely necessary. Tasked with getting the others to safety should things go as unplanned, the sword will not be the first weapon he pulls at the first sign of disturbance. Caspian X is in attendance as a King of Narnia and his duty cannot be self-serving. It isn't the duty of kings to be heroes by the wise words of one senator, he will look the part draped in aubergine and faded black. The velvet and brocade appear even darker under the rope of gold hanging from shoulder to shoulder, intertwined with ruby, sapphire, emerald, amethyst, citrine, and other precious facets that speak words so he doesn't have to.

♕PRE-DUEL [locked: Jadis + Allies] setting: stadium [private room]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

PRE-DUEL [locked: Jadis + Allies]

[queenoftraitors.livejournal.com]

Jadis doesn't necessarily expect to have any allies attend her, which has her a bit peeved, because normally she'd have her circle of minions to attend her.

Nevertheless, she's here, dressed in armor and a headdress that isn't the mane of a certain sacrificed Lion but certainly resembles it. Because intimidation is a powerful weapon. And because she knows the reminder will sit ill with the Narnian children.

As he fell, his face undefeated, his eyes still proud; Dream

[2nd-dream-king.livejournal.com]

A presence, a ghost thing, unseen by the human eye and perhaps detectable only by the vertical pupil of a cat itself. Dream watches, everywhere and nowhere all at once.

PRE-DUEL [locked: Jadis + Allies]

[worthyofhislove.livejournal.com]

Very briefly Gabriel considered staying within the chapel. Reason and necessity won out in the end. As heavily misguided as Jadis may be, she was a valuable ally. And given their eerily similar appearances who knows what would come of this. The Pevensie children were given a prayer. This battle belongs to God. May He crown the victor.

"My, you do look most...prepared." Gabriel on the other hand wore a black suit that would betray no favoritism one way or the other.

♕DUEL [locked: Jadis + Peter] setting: stadium [arena]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

DUEL [locked: Jadis + Peter]

[queenoftraitors.livejournal.com]

From one side of the stadium, Jadis approaches the stone columns in the center. Alone, but looking very much as though she doesn't mind having no entourage -- or family -- to stand at her back.

She carries her sword and the wand over which the duel is being fought. She can't use the wand, of course, but it's part of her regalia. And she expects they'd demand to see it anyway, to be sure she hasn't hidden it away from them.

Silently, but with a look of determined challenge, the witch stops at the edge of the stone floor.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Striding from the other is Peter, clad fully in armor, visor of helmet yet raised, Rhindon's particular weight in his right hand, immaculate shield over the opposite arm. The feeling of both is as familiar as it will ever be, and he draws some strength from the fact that, thanks to years not entirely lost and more recent days maintained, turning a blade's edge is as second nature as turning the handle of a door.

He stops at his own edge of the haphazard ring of broken stone, mind briefly brought back to another duel he fought not so long ago. This is different in so many ways, but whatever nerves he does have do not show on his face, nor in the set of his shoulders, and certainly not by the grip on his sword.

All is confidence, because that is how a king should appear in moments like these.

"The wand," he both acknowledges its presence and orders her release of it as the material purpose for which this fight will take place. He does not raise his voice, because the silence is such that even if he whispered, he could probably be heard by those watching. Composure and rank setting his tone, he makes no motion at the witch. Two words are enough and while she is many a vile thing, she is not stupid. That much has been clear for a very, very long time.

♕DUEL [public/open] setting: stadium [bleachers]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

♕DUEL [public/open] setting: stadium [bleachers]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue would have his arms crossed, but he's missing a critical limb for that. A battle with a White Witch is more than just one woman and one man. He remembers when he fought Lumi, and he scowls. She was still out there, and Peter was fighting someone so like her; it was hard to disassociate.

He hopes that Peter would stop leading so obviously with his right side. He hopes he had broken the young king of that habit, but he is still nervous.

He watches.

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

"My bet's on the High King," says the confident voice only a few rows behind the one-armed soldier.

♕DUEL [public/open] setting: stadium [bleachers]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

Zach's here too, watching...and also recording the whole thing. He figures it's good in case a certain someone decides to, you know cheat or whatever. Claire came too and they're here with cupcakes, however unorthodox a treat they are to have at a duel-to-the-death.

He's betting on Narnia, not only because he's read the books (several times) but because he's seen them in person before, all of them now, and has a better idea of how capable they really are, an idea that can't be entirely derived from books alone.

That's something he never would have really believed before being brought to the City.

Watching, archiving, Zach doesn't take his eye off the viewfinder for a moment, sitting next to the only cheerleader he's ever been able to admit to liking.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

The surly Telmarine has no appetite for cupcakes though he is certain Lucy might appreciate them, but better from Claire than himself. Like the viewfinder Caspian has yet to take his eyes off the field, the corners twitching faintly so when that helmet had gone flying. It's Zach's similar concentration on the match that catches Caspian's attention. He has yet to greet them, at least in his usual manner, but this is not a usual occasion. Although he never turns his gaze from the field, he does lean aside and tip his chin downward to the self-professed geek.

What are you doing?

♕DUEL [public/open] setting: stadium [bleachers]

[discanted.livejournal.com]

Curiosity was a fine thing, and he always woke early, most early for their sort - and if asked, of course there would be a reason, some trifle, Your brushes, sir, you've forgotten them utterly. Yes, that will do. The brushes. Yes, of course.

And it's because of the brushes that he's come with all ceremony, grey suit, all that hair shaved with gusto, come speedily, as if the sun couldn't let soon enough. You had to be polite with your brushes.

He clicks his tongue uneasily, following the little marvel of a show with just the right hint of, Fools, thrice fools, a thousand times fools, why blood, why a war, why ever. It's the brushes. They arouse the diplomat in him.

...damn this to blazes, he'd put his apprentice on charcoal, and be done with excuses.

Re: ♕DUEL [public/open] setting: stadium [bleachers]

[warconductor.livejournal.com]

The Major threw a leg over his knee, raised his binoculars to his eyes, and surveyed the dueling grounds while he took a sip from his coca. It didn't hurt to survey potential allies. Victory meant they were strong.

Defeat meant they would be... easily used.

Re: ♕DUEL [public/open] setting: stadium [bleachers]

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Luke sat amongst strangers, not in the reserved seating for Jadis's side, but the area designated for general public. To do otherwise would have obviously tipped-off the Queen's opposition to possible support - Millennium alliance had yet to be discussed - it was best to play the role of curious and neutral spectator.

He watched the battle below in interested silence, leaving the cheering/cat-calling of both fighters to the others surrounding him.

♕POST-DUEL [locked: Pevensies + Caspian] setting: stadium [arena, etc]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

♕POST-DUEL [locked: Pevensies + Caspian] setting: stadium [arena, etc]

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

"Peter!"

She was screaming his name. She hadn't screamed during the duel, she hadn't screamed when he bled or when she cut him or any other time. She didn't want to distract him, not when his life was on the line, and when the Witch went down she felt a deep hole open up in her heart, as though she had killed her.

She hated the idea of Peter killing, although she knew he had done it before, and she knew why this had to happen, but...

"Peter!"

Now it was okay. Now he was safe and not dead and she kept screaming, as though it would give him the strength to move.

[ooc: Permission to go get him D:?]

dragging to the waiting room, get

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Once death hits the ground Caspian is on his feet, forgetting about those around him. He swiftly moves down the steps to the boundaries of the field that haven't changed yet. The place is still glowing from the torches, still bloodied, and only Peter and the White Witch remain. There is no such thing as victory fanfare for this duel as there is no such thing like clean up until the bodies are removed, whether on their own accord or dragged away by allies, or horses. Jadis would deserve the latter wouldn't she? Yet not even Caspian would allow Destrier to dirty his hooves with such a deed. He steps across the unseen edge, permitted by this City magic now that the duel is over. A run doesn't take him to the blond but it's a brisk and powerful stride in brown boots that steps over sand and dirt, over blood. He doesn't care that his toes have become dusty by the time he reaches Peter.

The first thing Caspian does is reach out to him, not to take the wand but to maybe shoulder Rhindon or the shield, and with the other hand he offers the man a weight upon which he might lean once he can stand. The High King doesn't need to ask for assistance but whether he actually needs it or not Caspian is here to provide. He pays no mind to the blood stains or that the blood stains may transfer onto his own finery. Kings may not have the duty of being heroes, but all kings, good kings who have stood on the field of battle, have endured blood. Take my damn hand, he looks at Peter, and don't fuss about it. Judging from the shape he's in, Caspian doesn't think he's in much of a position to fuss when an arm snakes around his waist, mindful of wounds.

Someone else can retrieve the helmet, Susan perhaps.

♕POST-DUEL [locked: Jadis' Allies] setting: stadium [arena, etc]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

POST-DUEL [locked: Jadis' Allies]

[queenoftraitors.livejournal.com]

Jadis's body lies cooling in the center of the stadium, soaked in blood, her eyes staring blankly at the night sky.