First rule of fight club:
we dont talk about fight club
this was a unanimous decision by almost everyone alive to leave fight club out of conversations,
meet our killer queen, the club champion and feared server wide for her ambitions in combat.
on GeminiTay’s first official match, Minority was well, Joel his normal manic self,
the ginger sat in the corner loosing control of her mental state, doing the cliché crazy person stuff,
sobbing violently,
rocking back and forth,
Speaking in incoherent sentences
possibly seeing hallucinations but its still up for debate
Hyperventilating
minutes away from an asthma attack
you get the gist
Joel was over on the opposite side of the ring, training and putting on his armour, finding it very hard to ignore the hysteria across the room, Joel glanced at her,
“oh my goodness, Gem are you okay?!?!”
being given no coherent response the past life god repeated himself,
”WE DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB” Gem screeched back
joel decided for the sake of his limbs still being attached, he would just get on with this match
The air was crisp, the same kind that burned in her throat, she had lost.
joel was placing her head as a trophy, when her looked back she was a literal cloud of pixelated smoke right next to the death message ‘GeminiTay was slain by GeminiTay’
everyone in fight club use a blade, sometimes the uses can be a tad unconventional.
everyone agrees as silently as possible that she’s lost her edge (and her mind) recently to point of concern,
loosing to Mumbo in a PVP is a concern in itself.
“Gem was just…shaking, staring at her reflection in her sword, i asked if she was alright after a tear or two got loose falling on the iron” Mumbo reported to Grian and Pearl,
G-man was confused out of his mind, that didn’t sound like the Gem he knew?
Pearl thought about her other half slowly loosing herself to her violence, Gem had never gone this far before, only ever prone to rashness and self destructive tendencies after she lost a battle, never madness!
mumbo lived relatively near Gem, after she fought anyone, she zoned out immediately, needing a second or third call to be heard
sure shed never been the most stable person ever but she wasn’t crazy
back at pearls base, the rain pounding on the roof, the door frantically knocked, the flo-, the door knocking?
pearl absentmindedly hoped over, there stood Gem, covered head to toe in blood that stuck like glue
Her nostrils were invaded with a mysterious iron heavy substance in the air, (you’ll never guess what)
”is that yours?” Gem remained silent, her face was absent and some elements of self hatred, Pearl was never sure.
”Gem wake up! Is that yours blood or not?” She demanded answers and did not receive Them.
‘Tays eyes flooded with tears, they were indistinguishable from the rain, remaining iridescent.
”forget it, come here” pulling the crying girl into a hug,
Gem wanted it to last, to explain why, but she couldn’t physically.
She was sworn to never speak about fight club.