Lavani
Indigo Destiny
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Alas, not nice enough.
May 1st, 20XX; 12:23PM
Weather: Sunny
The blaring sound of the horn echoes into the distance. It is quickly swallowed up by the sounds and voices of people gathering towards the center of the arena.
This is no ritual though. Rather, this is war. The horn signals the start of a brutal bloodbath that is to come.
The Cornucopia, the epitome of goods, weapons and necessities, is the first key to survival. If one is brave and daring enough, he or she can claim whatever possible before retreating. However, one wrong move and a quick and devastating death will occur, all in the hands of fellow players who are fighting for the same freedom and victory.
"This is my chance." a faint voice murmurs in the shadows.
A young boy dashes towards the Cornucopia. Petite in figure, but bold and strong in heart, he is the youngest of the players in this game. Whereas most have evacuated in fear of their lives, Koiba did not have retreat in mind. Much like his Smash main, Dark Pit, he's determined and focused, even sharing the same hair colour and trim. Quickly, he snatches the first thing his hand can reach for in the Cornucopia.
"Oh, I seeee you, young boy." a female voice hurls in the distance.
"... Aww shi-"
The young Koiba couldn't finish his sentence before a cloud of arrows infested the sky. Banjo has always seemed to be a lucky girl, and she might have brought that luck in picking a suitable weapon from the Cornucopia.
But if there's one thing Koiba excels in, it is his speed and ability to quickly reach flight mode, similar to the playstyle of his character main. Swiftly, he manages to flee the barrage of arrows before hiding in the deep realms of the forest to safety.
May 1st, 20XX; 1:12PM
Weather: Sunny
Koiba takes a deep breath of relief, narrowly escaping death. He grits his teeth, looking grimly on the ground. This was not his decision to participate in this bloodbath. Known as the SmashBoards stamina games, members are forced to participate should their boards and threads are found to be distasteful to the eyes of the head administrator. Although new to the forums, Koiba has found many people he can call good friends. However, the thought of sacrificing the "gorls" to survive sends a chill down his spine.
Koiba inspects the item he obtained from the Cornucopia before fleeing. His smile, already grim, turns even more somber upon learning what he was clenching in his hand.
"I... I risked my life... to get a fishing rod!?"
Koiba blankly stares ahead, his eyes starting to swell. He closes his eyes, attempting to hide his tears. "This can't be used as a weapon! I don't even have fishing gear, what can I use this for?" he mutters.
He brings himself up, and decides to stroll slowly through the forest, gazing into the sky.
Why do I have to be in this game? Will I even survive? What did I do to deserve this? He thought to himself. The sounds of his footsteps through the heavy branches stop, and he looks down.
"Maybe... I should just give up."
Just as he mutters those harsh words, a loud splash can be heard from the distance. It was the sound of running water. Koiba runs towards to noise to witness a flowing river. There, a particular individual jumps out of the lukewarm waters.
"... Hell, catching fish is a lot harder than I thought." the woman exclaims. Her short, blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight. Her height and body figure all indicate that she is a mature woman, perhaps a whole dozen years older than the young Koiba.
"Ferna... sensei?" Koiba shouts in surprise.
"Well, if it isn't little Koiba!" Ferna laughs, her entire body drenched in water. "Did you actually saw that? Your teacher just made a fool of herself right in front of a student, haha!"
Ferna then notices the fishing rod Koiba had firmly grasped in his hand. "It seems that our encounter was blessed by the gods. See, catching fish with just fishing bait alone is tough business. Say, why don't we collaborate for the day? We can at least get away with one good meal today!"
Koiba pauses, then breaths a sigh of relief. He smiles. "I'm so glad I found you, Ferna-sensei! With you, I think I'll be able to survive this whole ordeal! Let's work together to get out of here alive!"
Ferna briefly gives a faint smile before squatting down to Koiba's height. "Listen kid, there are no guarantees that we'll be sticking together for the whole trip. Anything in this bloodbath can happen. We could be separated, or perhaps have to fight face to face against each other." She announces in a sharp tone.
"You're young, kid. This will be a test to see your abilities to be mature and independent. You never know if some so called allies are going to betray you one night and kill ya while you're sleeping. Trust can only be placed with a grain of salt in this game; relying on others will lead to your death. But I see your potential kid. You might have what it takes to go all the way." Ferna smiles and gives a pat on Koiba's back.
Determination filled the young boy's eyes. Ferna-sensei always had a motherly figure with her soft eyes, her kind smile, and her wise words. Although the thought of fighting her teacher to the death in the potential future scares him, Koiba is glad that he has found somebody to be of assistance for the day.
"Thanks Sensei! I will try my hardest to become the strongest man alive!"
Ferna laughs wildly. "If you can come back out alive as a better and improved individual, all the girls will start fallin' for ya! Now let's go find some fresh water! I'm gettin' thirsty."
"That sounds like a great pl-... wait. Sensei, we have a river here."
"... You're right."
I guess even the great Ferna-sensei can be absentminded at times. Koiba thought to himself, then giggled.
It was the start of a journey he'll never forget.
Weather: Sunny
The blaring sound of the horn echoes into the distance. It is quickly swallowed up by the sounds and voices of people gathering towards the center of the arena.
This is no ritual though. Rather, this is war. The horn signals the start of a brutal bloodbath that is to come.
The Cornucopia, the epitome of goods, weapons and necessities, is the first key to survival. If one is brave and daring enough, he or she can claim whatever possible before retreating. However, one wrong move and a quick and devastating death will occur, all in the hands of fellow players who are fighting for the same freedom and victory.
"This is my chance." a faint voice murmurs in the shadows.
A young boy dashes towards the Cornucopia. Petite in figure, but bold and strong in heart, he is the youngest of the players in this game. Whereas most have evacuated in fear of their lives, Koiba did not have retreat in mind. Much like his Smash main, Dark Pit, he's determined and focused, even sharing the same hair colour and trim. Quickly, he snatches the first thing his hand can reach for in the Cornucopia.
"Oh, I seeee you, young boy." a female voice hurls in the distance.
"... Aww shi-"
The young Koiba couldn't finish his sentence before a cloud of arrows infested the sky. Banjo has always seemed to be a lucky girl, and she might have brought that luck in picking a suitable weapon from the Cornucopia.
But if there's one thing Koiba excels in, it is his speed and ability to quickly reach flight mode, similar to the playstyle of his character main. Swiftly, he manages to flee the barrage of arrows before hiding in the deep realms of the forest to safety.
May 1st, 20XX; 1:12PM
Weather: Sunny
Koiba takes a deep breath of relief, narrowly escaping death. He grits his teeth, looking grimly on the ground. This was not his decision to participate in this bloodbath. Known as the SmashBoards stamina games, members are forced to participate should their boards and threads are found to be distasteful to the eyes of the head administrator. Although new to the forums, Koiba has found many people he can call good friends. However, the thought of sacrificing the "gorls" to survive sends a chill down his spine.
Koiba inspects the item he obtained from the Cornucopia before fleeing. His smile, already grim, turns even more somber upon learning what he was clenching in his hand.
"I... I risked my life... to get a fishing rod!?"
Koiba blankly stares ahead, his eyes starting to swell. He closes his eyes, attempting to hide his tears. "This can't be used as a weapon! I don't even have fishing gear, what can I use this for?" he mutters.
He brings himself up, and decides to stroll slowly through the forest, gazing into the sky.
Why do I have to be in this game? Will I even survive? What did I do to deserve this? He thought to himself. The sounds of his footsteps through the heavy branches stop, and he looks down.
"Maybe... I should just give up."
Just as he mutters those harsh words, a loud splash can be heard from the distance. It was the sound of running water. Koiba runs towards to noise to witness a flowing river. There, a particular individual jumps out of the lukewarm waters.
"... Hell, catching fish is a lot harder than I thought." the woman exclaims. Her short, blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight. Her height and body figure all indicate that she is a mature woman, perhaps a whole dozen years older than the young Koiba.
"Ferna... sensei?" Koiba shouts in surprise.
"Well, if it isn't little Koiba!" Ferna laughs, her entire body drenched in water. "Did you actually saw that? Your teacher just made a fool of herself right in front of a student, haha!"
Ferna then notices the fishing rod Koiba had firmly grasped in his hand. "It seems that our encounter was blessed by the gods. See, catching fish with just fishing bait alone is tough business. Say, why don't we collaborate for the day? We can at least get away with one good meal today!"
Koiba pauses, then breaths a sigh of relief. He smiles. "I'm so glad I found you, Ferna-sensei! With you, I think I'll be able to survive this whole ordeal! Let's work together to get out of here alive!"
Ferna briefly gives a faint smile before squatting down to Koiba's height. "Listen kid, there are no guarantees that we'll be sticking together for the whole trip. Anything in this bloodbath can happen. We could be separated, or perhaps have to fight face to face against each other." She announces in a sharp tone.
"You're young, kid. This will be a test to see your abilities to be mature and independent. You never know if some so called allies are going to betray you one night and kill ya while you're sleeping. Trust can only be placed with a grain of salt in this game; relying on others will lead to your death. But I see your potential kid. You might have what it takes to go all the way." Ferna smiles and gives a pat on Koiba's back.
Determination filled the young boy's eyes. Ferna-sensei always had a motherly figure with her soft eyes, her kind smile, and her wise words. Although the thought of fighting her teacher to the death in the potential future scares him, Koiba is glad that he has found somebody to be of assistance for the day.
"Thanks Sensei! I will try my hardest to become the strongest man alive!"
Ferna laughs wildly. "If you can come back out alive as a better and improved individual, all the girls will start fallin' for ya! Now let's go find some fresh water! I'm gettin' thirsty."
"That sounds like a great pl-... wait. Sensei, we have a river here."
"... You're right."
I guess even the great Ferna-sensei can be absentminded at times. Koiba thought to himself, then giggled.
It was the start of a journey he'll never forget.
