TDW:CHE - ROUND 1 - Yakob vs Gemma

[Lye]

Round one match between Yacob de Void & Aeryn 'Gemma' Willow.

Please see this thread (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?28142) for ROUND 1 setting information.

Match begins November 1st, 2014 at 12:01AM MST and closes November 22, 2014 at 11:59PM MST.

[Void]

I am not mad.

Yakob de Void, void of any light or good, stood in the shallow archway leading to the Inner Sanctum. For the purposes of this fight he had borrowed a cardigan from the only being he had ever really spoken to and not had the desire to kill in the world - Philomel ver der Aart. It was a heavy one, cotton and clean, with no holes save for ones for his hands. Though he barely felt the cold these days Yakob shivered, unknowing what was to come in the next hour or so. All he could think of were those faces watching him from on high, though he could not see them, with their omniscient presence scarily like the god he did not believe in.

I am not going to die.

Well certainly, he could not. Even if he did suffer a hell of a wound and bleed out until he had none left, Yakob would come back. He would regain his life, life force depleted but still alive, and be able to regain his personal status. Crossing his legs he leant back against the shadowy wall, waiting for the signal to enter or to be gone. Whomever his opponent was, the voidling would fight them and then come back in the second round for more, hungry for more blood, more pain, more, more, more!

With his right hand he carressed his left forearm, craddling it like a lost puppy, keeping it all for himself.

I am coming to-

"Yakob de ... Void," the voice said, uncertainly.

Yakob blinked, then turned towards the echoing chamber. For a moment he just stood there, his train of thought broken off. He knew that to either side of him he had a rusting but sharp iron dagger, and in his forearm he had the power of a ballista. For what it was worth, one shot straight to a skull would work. He snuffled his nose, then nodded.

"Coming," he grunted in reply, setting his feet into motion.

I am coming to kill.

Moving into the hall, a round chamber of considerable size, he saw it was empty. The voice, wherever it came from was high above, just like the masters of this Order. There were many things - shackles, weapons, even cages to trap a human in, and shadows. Yakob thought, then shrugged and walked directly to stand between two candles, where there was little light to waken anything, and he flattened himself against the wall.

Sucking in his breath he let the void fill his being, and with it he became one, silent and dark, with the shadows, hiding there until his opponent came. Tipping his head to the side he waited, watching, wondering if anything was actually going to come, seemingly being a blank space.

[Gemma]

Is there ever a situation where walking into a planned battle against an unknown opponent is a good idea?

I didn't think so.

And yet, here I am, dressed in my typical cotton shirt and stretchy blue pants walking down a strange hallway toward a door that will lead me to the unknown. Well, perhaps the unknown would actually be better. I know that someone on the other side wants me dead.

I met Ciato Orlouge fifteen days ago. I was minding my own business outside of the local blood bank when he walked by. I guess the three pint sized bags tucked into my shirt weren't all that well hidden. He caught on pretty quick. We got to talking and he told me of the Order. A place where someone with my particular talents might find a group of like-minded individuals.

"There's no on like me" I've said it a thousand times, and each time it's truer.

"Perhaps not, but there are others who no one is like."

That was enough. I gave him my details and we've met up a couple times. His daughter is just a couple years younger than I so that's been nice. She's even given me a few fighting tips.

Then, he handed me the invitation. He gave me the chance to prove myself.

So, here I am. I'm going to walk into this room and I'm going to fight someone who has some idea of what they're doing. I'm going to try not to look stupid and hope like hell that I impress someone.

I'm also going to not pee my pants.

My boots hit the floor a little harder with each step. Am I excited? Nervous? No, I'm trying not to pee. It results in some sort of weird half walk/half dance. Why did I think of pee?

I open the door and pray to whatever god might make a bathroom suddenly appear. No such luck. Instead I find a dark room with what appears to be all the necessary items for a death trap.

"What have I gotten myself in to?" My voice is quiet. What if they think I'm rude? I clear my throat and try again. "Hi! I'm Gemma?"

That wasn't meant to be a question, but it will have to do.

[Void]

As the brown haired girl entered, Yakob tilted his head. Her eyes flickered around, clearly trying to search for a being in this cold and dimly lit place. As she entered a door silently closed behind her, a door leading back through the tunnel and the rest of realityy, a door that would not open until either one of them was defeated.

"Hi. I am Gemma."

The words were purposeful, but barely beyond hearing range. Slowly Yakob blinked, then turned his eyes towards the ceiling. He knew , at least that was what Philomel had insinuated, that there were great lords of the Order high above and prevailant there. The one she called Lye and others that had names like "Erikar" and "Demon Bastard" likely were theree also. The faun lady herself could be present, but Yakob did not know. He did not know where she stood in the Order, and if her power was enough to grant her a seat with the greats of the assassins of Althanas.

He glanced back down to this girl. His opponent. She was called Gemma, she said. Raising his flesh hand he scratched the side of his neck when an itch appeared, before pulling up his cardigan sleeve. There was an unsubtle click as he moved his power through the Void in the metal arm and out the other side. Brass and iron moved together in a series of clunks, bold and heavy, though still invisible to the eyes of Gemma.

The short wings of the crossbow within Cravasse flicked out as he raised his arm and aimed. Sucking in breath he squeezed fingers against palm, lining up the sights with her chest. She would hear, likely, the clicks of the movement, but would not see the glint of the metal, not until he moved. Not until he let fly the crossbow bolt and sent it flying towards her.

As the bolt flew he stepped out from the shadows. He drew an iron long knife from his side, just in case, and allowed her to see him entirely as she was attacked. His short, dark and evil form was probably not what she expected, but it was what he had, and that was all that was necessary.

Right here. Right now.

[Quentin Boone]

As per the rules of the tournament (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?28107-The-Deadliest-Warrior-Crimson-Hands-Edition-%28Recruitment%29), this unfinished thread will be judged based on opening post comparison and posting activity to determine a winner for tournament purposes. Due to being an unfinished thread, it is, however, not eligible for EXP and GP rewards.

Void receives 1 OOC Point for the purposes of The Deadliest Warrior: Crimson Hand Edition tournament.