Castle of a Thousand Illusions [Private Plot]

[cityship]

[This is for Team 1: Lash, Zetta, Martha, Howard, Doctor, Chell, Doc, Sumeragi. The first shore leave / observation deck post is here where they can say goodbye to others.]

As they arrived and landed, there was just a small track of land with one large wooden boat. A man, clothed in black, ushered them in. He didn't answer anything, in fact from the way he squeaked from rust, it was easily to see he was mechanical. Even the water didn't look that deep until near the end, as what looked like sharks swam around them menacingly before disappearing abruptly as they arrived in the middle of a black obsidian castle. The landing wasn't gentle, and everyone was pushed against each other, as the boat lifted itself up and dropped them all together on top of stacks of hay.

There were two rooms leading out. One had carved in "YOUNDER MALE OR WHATEVER SPECIES" and the other "YOUNDER DEM BEAUTIES". Inside, each would find leather outfits, and white underwear so there would be no chaffing. They could use their plantsuits for that too. Soft moccasins for their feet too with a note that while it was not era-perfect, they figured they would appreciate not having too many bruises on their feet (at least for now). The leather was pretty fresh from the smell and looked to have been made just the right size for each person too.

Kinda really creepy when you thought about it.

But that wasn't the worst of it, oh no. The doors would not open until everyone was fully clothed. For those that still refused, ghostly white hands came out of the walls and did the deed for them, removing all weapons and putting them in the appropriate attire before giving a thumbs up and disappearing again.

As the second door opened, with a red glowing orb turning green, they could see many doors leading around twisting, moving stairs that somehow didn't quite seem possible.

The sound of a gong going off somewhere. Again. Three times. Suddenly the weather shifted to sunset (and never changed) and one could swear those ghost hands were now throwing plastic seagulls in the air, as they mostly flew for a few seconds and crashed into the walls. Seawater was blasted off from tiny little spray bottles.

A large scroll appeared, dusted itself sending dust bunnies flying into the air and unwounded before them.

ATTENTION CONTESTANTS! WELCOME YE FAIR OF MIND AND BODY, TO THE GREATEST PHYSICAL CHALLENGE IN ALL THE UNIVERSE!

After what sounded like someone thinking about it, coughing, a few more words appeared.

PLEASE HOLD ON WHILE YOUR HOST GREETS YOU, IN JUST A FEW MINUTES. THIS IS OUR PLAN, WHICH WE ARE TELLING YOU, THE CONTESTANTS.

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[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

"Oh shit." Now EVERYTHING was real: the gun was real, and she had only a few minutes to work out how it was used. It was a model 1892, so it could handle stronger bullets, and she'd have to work that to her advantage. She thought that the game would stay that way, but a part of her had been expecting things to go south eventually. Her magic was gone, she didn't have Zetta's gun OR her butterfly knife, so she'd have to cut through these guys like butter.

OK. Focus. She'd only had a little time to see them, but first thing was thinning out the herd, and that included the guys that were shooting at her from the closet range. These guns were older, so taking someone down from a distance would be harder, especially if she were moving.

She started with three on her right, five paces from the tree. Boom. One, down, move to a closer spot, two-boom, three! She secured a spot behind the tree. Now they were coming at her a little more steadily, but she had extra cover now, so it was all about trickery. She reloaded, then took a few more steady shots before switching her position again, narrowly avoiding getting a shot in the shoulder. She checked: three more down, and then she took a chance, jumped into a visible spot and then took a few shots, getting grazed near her ear.

But it paid off. Four down, that left thirty. They were used to taking out bigger targets, not a little girl, and they never expected her to be BETTER than them. Those were points in her favor.

She had to make sure they counted.

[cityship]

There were so many shots being fired, the otherwise music-less area echoed with explosions and dust being sent in the air. But she was doing good. Lesser players had fallen in this challenge much faster than she had.

As a man fell from the sheriff's shooting, the gangster's two guns were in her line of vision, but it would require quick steps and a good coordination to get there.

"Damn where is Mad Dog?" her partner cursed, more to himself than to her. "We've got three more minutes before the carvery arrives!"

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Hit Girl expected nothing less for herself: if anything, she expected more, But she knew that the gun was still a limiting factor, so her accuracy had to be on point, with no hesitation. It was a little easier to avoid the men now, because of how fast she'd become, at least.

Three minutes? Ha. She would do it in two. She closed her eyes ten seconds, see the bastards in my minds eye, take out those main guns, waste no time. Fifteen seconds: ready the gun, be fast. Twenty second: stand up, assess, shoot.

GO.

And she was up, shooting, shifting movement out of the way, arranging herself and shooting again. She had to be in several places at once, she had to move effortlessly. It was as if the world around her was shifting, and everyone was moving too slow. It didn't mean they couldn't kill her: it simply meant she had the upper hand. And the more she moved, the closer she was getting to her destination, the two guns, until she finally hit her mark.

Two minutes, fifty seven seconds.