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Private Are You Not Entertained!?

Discussion in 'Lethe' started by Alex Fierro, Sep 14, 2018.

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  1. Alex Fierro

    Alex Fierro Magnus Chase And The Gods Of Asgard

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    10th of September
    @Steel

    Alex was going to kill someone. Well, she had already killed more than one person. She had died, painfully, which wasn't anything new, even if Hydra blood was a new way to die. She had woken up, which also wasn't new, even if she was on a random bed, that she didn't recognise, and wasn't at all comfortable. Also, what the fuck was digging into the back into her neck? By the time she understood her situation, Alex was ready to murder someone. She hadn't shifted, she hadn't been able to. Her einherjar abilities were gone with the shape-shifting.

    It was day three before she realised what else the shape-shifting being gone also meant, and day five before it really started to affect her. She was a clever fighter, though, using her garrotte (which thankfully still had its magic abilities), to keep her distance. Basically all her combatants were human, and all of them were criminals (though she had no idea what she had done to end up here, in the same place as them), but not all of them to the same degree. Unfortunately, the side effect of using a garrotte, especially a magic one, made out of a goddess' hair, was that there weren't many non-lethal blows that she could pull off, but cutting tendons seemed to work, mostly for people like petty thieves. She hadn't come out unscathed, of course, but she was fairly fine. She was more worried about the people that didn't commit petty crimes, because they were mostly the ones that ended up headless.

    And the monsters were easy.

    But, on day ten, it was really, really starting to get to her. Not just the fighting, with some kind of fatigue that settled into her bones, that she never got back at Hotel Valhalla, mainly because she could wake up fine. Instead the slight hits built and built and built, despite her using her natural light weight and mobility to keep the advantage. Sometimes people were faster, sometimes they had longer reach. But Alex had fought for her life before, and so she kept fighting. What was really starting to get to her was the feeling of being stuck in one body, one gender, and it was driving her nuts. She threw herself into the fighting, into the movement and the blood and sweat and the instincts, and didn't think about her being stuck, being static, being... her. Not her-sometimes-him. Just... her. Not being able to change, not being able to be fluid. She couldn't stand it when she thought of it.

    And that brought her to now. To standing in a veritable pile of corpses, all of them murderers, who had killed innocent people for fun, for money, for greed. At least, she hoped. In front of a person they called the Undertaker. The person responsible for her ending up here in the first place. She held her garrotte loosely by her side, glaring. "What is the point of this?" she asked, not yelling, but her voice carried. "Also, can I leave yet?"
     
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    They’d told the Undertaker that morning that there was a prisoner in the Pit who showed promise, a prisoner who was on the young side and yet had managed to hold her ground against some of their fiercest. Age didn’t matter where crime was concerned, for better or worse. One of the youngest who’d been tagged a few years back had only been four years old, and had sobbed throughout the entire process. But the Undertaker hadn’t heard of any trouble from that particular civilian since then, and he hadn’t heard of others in his age group trying to steal, either.

    A necessary evil, but an educational one.

    He leaned forwards, one hand comfortably gripping the armrest. High as the stands were, the way the Pit was shaped and carved out of the very bedrock meant that sound carried easily. He watched the prisoner wield her garrote with interest, admittedly curious at how one so young was already so skilled. No doubt her skill was the very reason she’d wound up in the Pit, or perhaps she’d cultivated it in the Pit itself. Some prisoners lasted for years, hellbent on survival.

    And yet she had the nerve — no, the audacity — to demand why she was here?

    The Undertaker stared at her, taking in the fighters she’d already killed. His expression was unreadable, like he was etched from stone. “No,” he said simply. His deep baritone carried easily down to the arena, another quirk of the Pit. She hadn’t whined, but she’d come close. Her words alone were a dead giveaway she’d learned nothing since she was put in the Pit.

    Punishment had to be seen through.

    He leaned back with a small grimace, making an offhand gesture. A militiaman scurried forwards and blew on a horn, the sound reverberating throughout the Pit. Gates rolled open somewhere behind the fighter, more militiamen emerging to take her away and bring out the next fighter.
     
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  3. Alex Fierro

    Alex Fierro Magnus Chase And The Gods Of Asgard

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    Alex raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes. She didn't really realise it, but something in her knew that she had to keep talking, keep fighting, keep joking, and not think about her situation, otherwise she'd also realise that half of her was gone, part of her denied, her very nature gone. Everything that she had as a child of Loki, everything she was as an einherjar, was all... gone. She couldn't shift, couldn't jump, could barely fight.

    The only reminder that she had of who she was was clasped in her hand, and she was gripping the wire so hard that her palms started to bleed. At least this place hadn't taken that away from her.

    But now wasn't the time for an existential crisis, because that meinfretr was there, and Alex was ready to commit even more murder. "What more do you want?" she asked crossly. "I've fought for ten days, never once going down. I've fought men twice my size, monsters that would've killed anyone else that went up against them, because what in the Nine Realms were you doing with a child of Jourmundr?" Seriously, that had not been a fun fight, and no weapons in this place would've pierced that hide, and she never wanted to have to fight one of her cousins again, not because of any family feeling, just because they sucked. "How do you even catch one of those?"

    One of the guardsmen made a grab for her, and she slipped out of the hold as easy as breathing. "Also, you should maybe hire some better guardsmen," she said, ducking under another grab, but decided not to try attack, because she had seen what happened to the tags when the guards got itchy fingers. "Because this is kind of pathetic."