05-28-2015, 02:19 AM
A guard had woken him up in the middle of the night, escorting him to a helicopter. Another guard grabbed his duffel bag and followed along. At some point along the way, the guard had put a collar on him. He was far too groggy to resist. He stood in the helicopter, still half asleep, as it took off and arrived at the island a short while later.
"Get ready to jump," yelled the pilot over the roaring wind.
Jump? He stood there confused, not believing what he was hearing. Do they expect me to jump down that far? He peered out the open door, looking down at the dark night below him. Suddenly, the guard next to him gave him a push and he went tumbling out the door. The duffel bag came falling right behind him.
The sensation of falling abruptly woke Negi up. There was no time to think, only to react. Ras tel Ma Scir Magister Vente Nos. He expected that a layer of air would form beneath him, slowing down his fall. Unexpectedly, he fell through the air unchecked. His eyes widened as he saw the ground rushing up to meet him, and frantically struggled not land head-first. Even so, the landing knocked the wind out of him. Owww ... what happened? A moment later, the duffel bag hit the ground right beside him.
Why didn't I slow down at all? he wondered as he lay on the ground. Suddenly, he realized he couldn't feel his magic at all. Why? It was fine earlier ... It must be this collar. Now that he noticed it, he was painfully aware of the cold metal around his neck. He attempted to take it off and was rewarded with a nasty shock. So I'll be fighting without magic. Somehow, he had missed the part about limiting the contestants' powers.
Karl Jak's voice resounded over an unseen intercom. Find each other. Kill each other. As he listened to those words, it dawned upon him that this was not a mere competition of strength. This is a bloody murder. Why did I even sign up? He hoped that he wouldn't have to kill anyone.
Having recovered a bit, Negi picked himself up and surveyed his surroundings. He was on some sort of coastline, though it looked nothing like a beach. He went over to his bag, rechecking its contents. Four MREs, four bottles of water, a map, a compass ... What's this? At some point since he last check the contents, someone had put a weapon in the bag. He took it out with some difficulty, struggling with its size and weight. A hammer? I'm expected to fight with an oversized hammer? Checking the bag, he saw that there was nothing else. It seems like I'll have to use this.
After walking for a while, Negi saw a cave nearby. Having been rudely awakened in the night, he still felt tired, so he went in to take a quick nap.
"Get ready to jump," yelled the pilot over the roaring wind.
Jump? He stood there confused, not believing what he was hearing. Do they expect me to jump down that far? He peered out the open door, looking down at the dark night below him. Suddenly, the guard next to him gave him a push and he went tumbling out the door. The duffel bag came falling right behind him.
The sensation of falling abruptly woke Negi up. There was no time to think, only to react. Ras tel Ma Scir Magister Vente Nos. He expected that a layer of air would form beneath him, slowing down his fall. Unexpectedly, he fell through the air unchecked. His eyes widened as he saw the ground rushing up to meet him, and frantically struggled not land head-first. Even so, the landing knocked the wind out of him. Owww ... what happened? A moment later, the duffel bag hit the ground right beside him.
Why didn't I slow down at all? he wondered as he lay on the ground. Suddenly, he realized he couldn't feel his magic at all. Why? It was fine earlier ... It must be this collar. Now that he noticed it, he was painfully aware of the cold metal around his neck. He attempted to take it off and was rewarded with a nasty shock. So I'll be fighting without magic. Somehow, he had missed the part about limiting the contestants' powers.
Karl Jak's voice resounded over an unseen intercom. Find each other. Kill each other. As he listened to those words, it dawned upon him that this was not a mere competition of strength. This is a bloody murder. Why did I even sign up? He hoped that he wouldn't have to kill anyone.
Having recovered a bit, Negi picked himself up and surveyed his surroundings. He was on some sort of coastline, though it looked nothing like a beach. He went over to his bag, rechecking its contents. Four MREs, four bottles of water, a map, a compass ... What's this? At some point since he last check the contents, someone had put a weapon in the bag. He took it out with some difficulty, struggling with its size and weight. A hammer? I'm expected to fight with an oversized hammer? Checking the bag, he saw that there was nothing else. It seems like I'll have to use this.
After walking for a while, Negi saw a cave nearby. Having been rudely awakened in the night, he still felt tired, so he went in to take a quick nap.