Match Seven; Kiku + Ciel

[AUCTIONEER]

"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, welcome to Archadia's first battle arena! This is it folks, the entertainment you've all been waiting for! Before the match can officially begin let me tell you some things about our contestants and what they can do. Keep this in mind should you wish to purchase them during the auction, more details about that later on."

「Roleplaying Rules 」

Follow the basic roleplay guidelines, I doubt this needs to be said but on the off chance someone tries or makes a mistake it's better to be safe than sorry. Do not godmod, do not autohit, do not powerplay. A mistake is fine - but if it is deemed you are doing this on purpose the match will be terminated and the offender will lose. Your mutant will receive the highest punishment and you will receive a warning.

Feel free to go all out. You're able to use your powers however you wish against your opponent while keeping in mind the restrictions you've put in place. And while you are able to use them against your opponent, any action that goes against the crowd will result in your mutant being electrified. 

• Ah yes, this is a new feature created solely for this event. All mutants have a collar around their neck, this collar can not be removed without a four digit pass code. Attempting to remove the collar earns you a Level One shock. There are four levels total, none fatal. Should a mutant act out against the crowd during their fight they will receive a Level Four shock, rendering them unable to move for a few seconds due to the electrical current. So, play it safe!

You are free to refuse to fight your opponent, we as mods understand characters differ and some simply refuse to hurt another. However, the mutant who shows or states that they refuse to fight will undergo a punishment in front of the crowd. The other mutant will simply be dragged back to their cell while the other is punished, the punishment is randomized but entirely up to the moderating team.

A battle can only be won by rendering your opponent unconscious. 

March 3rd marks the end of the event and the battles! If a battle has not been completed by March 3rd the last to post will be deemed the winner.

Mutants who choose to participate and fight will get a prize by the end of the match if they are the winner.

「Punishments 」

A mutant will be stripped of all clothing save their underwear, afterwards they will be forced on their hands and knees as different kinds of candle wax is dripped onto their back and legs. The hottest wax will be reserved for last. Should they try to fight their captor they will receive a shock through the collar.

A mutant will be stripped of all clothing save their underwear and undergo a whipping. The number of lashings vary from fifteen to twenty. 

A mutant will receive five Level Four shocks. Naturally, as we don't want to kill you, each shock will happen between a two-minute interval. 


"Let the match--begin!"

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luck (♠) be (♥) a (♦) lady (♣)

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1008

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here you go tea, darling <3

F

rom what Ciel could discern, the guards were being more dutiful today.

Strictly business, it seemed. There was no fooling around, no sneering, no taunting the mutants held prison in the cages. It was unusual; there was usually at least a bit of simpers to be heard, echoing throughout the despicable halls. Ciel had grown accustomed to being subject to such noises, and her pride, thankfully, remained intact. There was only so much she would take, but it no longer bothered her as long as she could ignore it.

She was normally able to, but it was apparent she wouldn't be allowed to this time. The door was unlocked with a harsh screeching noise, and the guard gruffly grabbed her arm. Ciel flinched, an automatic physical response she couldn't help, even after all these years – her face remained passive and she didn't make a sound as she let herself be yanked out of the prison. Matthew wasn't there, currently; he had been escorted away some time ago, and Ciel had not seen him since. She had inferred there was some sort of occasion happening while she had been waiting idly for his return. Words not so subtly had been mumbled between the guards as they waltzed freely down the corridors, and it had caught Ciel's attention that something was going to occur. An event, perhaps? Auctions were taken seriously, but they were handled in a different manner than what she was witnessing. She had not yet experienced an event herself (thankfully, from what she had been told), and it seemed the time had come. The mutants had been being taken care of as if there were an auction and being fed better as well, lining up with the pattern she had noted, but the guards' demeanor was not normal.

If she had had the opportunity, she would've made inquiries to Elizaveta. The woman would maybe have remedied a few of her concerns -- despite being Head Guard and the rumored Governor's daughter, she appeared pleasant enough. Of course, it was too late now; Ciel was already being ungracefully dragged away to who knows where. Her sight had temporarily been claimed from her by the blindfold placed tightly around her eyes, glasses being held by the guard so kindly guiding her. The walk wasn't too long, but several turns were made. Right, left, left, right, straight.

When they finally stopped, having seemingly reached their destination, Ciel waited for her sight to be relinquished. Instead, she stiffened when her hair was roughly brushed aside by large, calloused hands. She bit her tongue before she could ask their intentions and get herself in trouble, but her unasked question was answered when she felt a collar snap around her neck. But it wasn't any ordinary collar; it was not leather or any other such material. No, it was hard and metal. Probably also doubling as a service to electrocute the mutants who disobeyed. It was a horrible feeling, and her pride was withering away to nothing. This was demeaning – not as if her whole life since being discovered as a mutant, but this was different. She was being presented as property. She was owned. She was not human. The collar was a searing reminder and its weight burned on her neck.

Ciel swallowed, and nothing felt real anymore. Not even in the twisted reality fabricated so painstakingly meticulously for her.

The blindfold was removed, finally, and she had little time to observe her surroundings before she was exposed to blinding lights, and inaudible chatter of excited spectators could be heard. It was terrifying. She had no control over this situation. She wasn't in control of anything anymore. Everything really was collapsing around her now. She slipped her glasses on, anxious, as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights, and waited to be informed on what exactly what going on.

Thankfully, she didn't have to wait too long.

”Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, welcome to Archadia's first battle arena! This is it folks, the entertainment you've all been waiting for! Before the match can officially begin let me tell you some things about our contestants and what they can do. Keep this in mind should you wish to purchase them during the auction, more details about that later on."

Battle arena.

Ciel's stomach dropped. She had had enough with the arenas and fighting back in the Underground as it was; but this was different. She had traveled upwards – she could see the sky. It was blue, so blue... It had been too long since Ciel had seen laid eyes on it, and she was bitter it had to be under these circumstances. She had dreamed of being able to be free again, she was starting to lose her desperate grip on her precious memories.

But she couldn't afford to be drowning in emotions right now.

It had been the Auctioneer's voice. She recognized it well – he was so cocky, loving the attention, the authority he had over the eager crowd of humans. Confidence overflowed, and Ciel wanted to do nothing more than to mop it up into a bucket and toss it into his face. It would be incredibly satisfying, she was sure.

So it was an event – an auction was included, as always, but this was special. They didn't typically have fights immediately before the auction to show them off. It was changing it up. Ciel didn't like irregularity.

"Let the match--begin!"

Her stomach dropped, and the collar felt even more uncomfortable, as if squeezing tighter and tighter, threatening to suffocate her. Anxiety settled in comfortably in her chest, pressing hard, weighing like a boulder. She was exhaling, but forgetting how to inhale.

She took a deep breathe. She had to focus. Concentrate. As long as she could live up to the expectations given to her by the Underground, everything would be alright. Calm. Calm.

Awaiting the opportunity to see her opponent, she suppressed her fear. She would be in control of this.

Ciel detested violence, but she detested losing even more.

by worldie for mona