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 Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 9:23 am
If you have ever braved the darker depths of the web, or even attended a RP forum of some sort, there is a high probability you have heard a certain phrase before. It is a saying that really, usually is meant as a joke, even in the most serious of circumstances. Rocks fall, Everyone dies.How can things ever hurt you from the internet, right? Or so she thought, really. The past few hours had gone by in a blur of blood, bone, and pain. The monsters they had claimed to be SO tame had ended up actually having a bestial, carnal, side deep down that they tapped in to. People were being torn to shreds, eaten for all she knew. Blake played a god of a man in a RP forum, but when it came down to it she was merely another Jane Foster. A regular human, but one without a Norse God to save her. That last thought brought her breath back with a gasp; Coughing some, she used the back of her wrist to wipe at her eyes to remove any debris before opening them. She was....alive? How was that possible? All she remembered was a big explosion, and something heavy hitting her. She was surrounded by rubble... and, with a choke of realization, bodies. She should have felt remorse for them, but all she felt really was her survival instinct kicking in. She had to get out. She stried to move her legs, and frowned as they did not seem to respond. Looking over her shoulder, A whine managed to choke itself from her throat. She slammed her hand against her mouth, hoping nothing... bad... close by heard her. Blakes legs were pinned under rocks.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 1:54 pm
Unfortunately for Blake, something was indeed shuffling around her. Something milled around in the debris, all cloak and shadows, bits of dust clouds milling around in their wake to reveal-
- "Oh," said the voice, with a certain amount of reluctance, "um, hi."
It was Tony Stark. Just one ragged-looking man, in a nondescript coat. Without his sunglasses he looked even more scruffy than usual. He was holding something in his hand, a phone perhaps, making a not-so-subtle effort as he hid it in one oversized jacket pocket.
"So," he began, as if she was not pinned down by rocks, as if she was not dying, as if somehow, amidst the bodies around them, it was totally okay to have table conversation, "um, like, how's, uh- how's the weather?"
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 2:07 pm
She heard it first before he arrived. Really she should have thought to drop to the ground and pretend to be dead... she was not exactly thinking straight.
Survival instincts out the door, she watched and waited... until 'Tony' showed up.
Thats when she let out a huge sigh, and her head dropped as her hair obscured her face. Was she hiding relief? Grief? Sadness? Anger? What was behind her face?
".....Hi." Maybe even she didnt know.
Looking up at him through her tussled hair, owlishly, she decided that this man was truly, 100%, either STUPID, insane, moronic, or a mix of all three. Hell for all she knew he was the mastermind behind this thing. There were BODIES all around them and he was asking about the weather. Really.
"Beyond the smell of sun fried decaying bodies, the cold lifeless stone flooring, and the fact i cant feel anything from the hips down? I'de say the weather is ******** beautiful. Do you usually do small talk around the sight of roaming monsters, destruction, and corpses? Or are you going to try and help me out from under here?"
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 3:12 pm
Tony Stark looked into the distance, the aftermath of the battle inevitable. Around him were the fallen, and he alone, a survivor, but at what cost. There was very little he could do, there was no way he could even save the fallen.
He looked at Blake. "Well, this is the end", he said, "I guess you were right. In the battlefield there is no difference between gods and humans."
Silence.
"Goodbye, you were always a friend, as a god, and as a comrade. I will remember you always, may peace be with you, and the Force and stuff." And then dramatically, he turned around, walking through the flames, the fallen blood of his enemies in his hand to remind him of the scars of his past...
Disclaimer: none of this actually happened. What actually happened was Tony Stark gave Blake one very, very long dis-focused look, muttered something incoherently that sounded a lot like 'But what would Clarice do?', nearly tripped over a fallen body, squealed like a girl, and ran away the other direction.
Blake was alone.
But not for long. Something else had been watching and they were quite hungry.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 4:10 pm
Somewhere, truly, she should have known to expect nothing less.
Men, she mentally sighed. Well..mostly THAT man. She always knew he was messed up in the head, even more so when he squealed like a girl and ran off.
Then she was alone.
For what felt like long...too long. Really, what else could she do? She could not even bring herself to scream after him when he left. She was too tired, too shocked. She was also pretty certain at this point that both of her legs were crushed below the rocks behind herself. There would be no saving them... she was doomed to a live in a wheelchair.
A noise brought Blake out of her dazed state once more, lifting her eyes up to meet whomever it was. There was maybe a slightly glimmer of hope in her voice. "T-Tony?" Had he gone for help? That was before she caught sight of a shadow, a four legged shadow. She bit her lip, and even as stone faced as she could be... she once again let out a cry. "Fine... get it over with."
[Blake has died]
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