Round Two, Bracket B: Catholic Mafia vs. Stalin for Time
Congratulations for making it to the second round of the Tournament of Champions. Both teams receive three Fate Points for making it this far! The battle closes after 11:59 PM EST on March 27th. Good luck to both teams!
Arenas were arranged at random, and your prompt is as follows:
You will fight atop a mighty stone disk floating within a vicious thunderstorm. Watch your step, for a metal grid lines the disk’s surface.
All bunnying between Catholic Mafia approved
The world was fuzzy and blurry, spinning at a thousand miles an hour as the tiny moogle walked what he could best guess was straight. His body convulsed with each step, his stomach churning over and over as he felt his gullet spasm every now and then in a dry heave. He wiped a furry paw to his head and could feel the sweat thick as tree sap and he doubled over as another dry heave spurt nearly took him out.
"Oh, Jebus..." Duke whined. "What spell has been cast upon me, Kupo?" he asked to an uncaring sky as it thundered loudly, the rain pounding the metal ground where he nearly fell again.
Duke would continue on like that for hours, and all for good reason. Simply put the only potion he had in the last few hours was one dry martini after another to celebrate winning the first round. With nothing in his system it was only a matter of time before he was drunk. It was then a simple hop skip and jump away from complete inebriation which he passed blissfully into two hours ago. Now, now Duke was just simply wasted beyond recognition, and it took several of his dolls, Snew, and the Care Bear to keep Duke from falling over the edge off the wagon, and more importantly, the edge of the arena.
"My child you need to learn that gluttony is a deadly sin," Snew began, but Duke lifted one paw up to his white collar, grabbed it and brought the priest to his furious furry face.
"You need to learn (HIC) to stop kupo!" Duke countered. All the dolls looked to the Don with concern as he teetered near the edge and at last Snew sighed grabbing Duke by the arm and swinging him back to the central area.
"I'm just saying, moderation, temperance, and pacing yourself is three things that may help you in the future." Duke let the water splash his face and then sighed.
"My mother never loved me, Kupo..." Duke began. The entire mafia of dolls jumped Duke and began the process of sobering up the lord of the toys as he began to ramble about his past in slurs and hiccups. Snew just wiped his own face whispering a quick prayer before Duke spoke up again.
"Ya...Ya know?" He said in a high pitched tone. "I like you guys, I really do. You aren't so bad..." Duke lowered his tone patting Ankle Biter, the largest of the dolls on the knee. "I mean, it's really nice of you guys to take care of me, like Tim always does Kupo..." Duke let a stupid smile cross his features. "So nice of him to make sure I wasn't late for round two."
"Eherm," the care bear coughed loudly, and Dom Duke looked to the pull string wonder. "Actually, the priest here was the one who sent me and the Cactus looking green guy to find you. Tim was sleeping." Duke eyed the doll shrugging feeling a wave of vomit come up, but suppressed it with his will.
"Well, at least he makes me the sandwiches." Duke offered in defense of his yellow sheep like friend. The thunder bellowed as the turtle looking doll with the raggity robes stepped forward, a jar of peanut butter in his hand, a rusty knife in his other. Duke looked to Snew, who nodded.
"Well, at least he cleaned up the vomit I spewed onto the waitress..." Duke's tone rose again as he smiled, remembering her screams as he let it all go in one motion. The memory almost made him upchuck again and Ankle Biter quickly rubbed him to get over the feeling.
"Again, Snew." The care bear said aggressively as he jumped forward slapping Duke a couple times to smack the drunk out of him.
"Really?" Duke took a moment before his squinty eyes widened just a bit. "Jebus, Tim doesn't do anything!" He shouted in disbelief. Thunder bellowed as the rain slammed harder onto the surface, and Duke looked to Snew. "Where is he?" Snew merely shrugged.
Outside the arena, Tim slept peacefully on a warm pillow, curled up by the fire.