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thearena2013-07-21 10:40 pm
shellfishlovver) wrote in thearena2013-07-21 10:40 pm
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[OPEN + a closed thing]
Who| Dualscar & Kirk but also OPEN for Dualscar interactions
What| A fish in a desert is a terrible thing. Just Dualscar roaming the arena and eventually picking off Kirk.
Where| Desert arena.
When| Backdated a day or so.
Warnings/Notes| Dualscar being an unpleasant creature and death, obviously.
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As every day passes, Dualscar's patience wanes a little more. He's generally an irritable sort of creature with a terrible temper, but the heat and severe lack of water have lead him into some vague hallucinations and imagined slights. He's bitter and angry and so incredibly done with this entire situation. At the very least, his raid upon the cornucopia had left him with some useful implements but without a team or a plan his ventures within the arena have become sort of aimless. His run in with Terezi and Initiate hadn't gone at all as he would have liked, but he stumbled away with little more than a bit of a sore head and dizziness.
His fish like appearance is no secret, he has fins and gills upon his neck and he's very obviously not equipped to be in the desert. Should you happen to take pity or perhaps even feel curious, approach at your own risk!
[Closed for Kirk:]
The tremors are a great source of frustration for Dualscar, being jilted whenever you try to cover ground is of no pleasure to him. He wants to seek out better cover before he throws himself on the ground for a well deserved tantrum. He can see vaguely where he'd like to be in the horizon, but his path is once again pulled out from under him. The tremors shift the ground and he slips downward, tumbling through sand and bush before skidding onto a smoother surface.
He hisses to himself indignantly for a small moment before he pulls himself up to his full height, brushing the sand off his greaser outfit and surveying his surroundings. He's armed with a sword and a knife that's buried somewhere in his leather jacket and he is looking more pissed than ever.
What| A fish in a desert is a terrible thing. Just Dualscar roaming the arena and eventually picking off Kirk.
Where| Desert arena.
When| Backdated a day or so.
Warnings/Notes| Dualscar being an unpleasant creature and death, obviously.
[OPEN:]
As every day passes, Dualscar's patience wanes a little more. He's generally an irritable sort of creature with a terrible temper, but the heat and severe lack of water have lead him into some vague hallucinations and imagined slights. He's bitter and angry and so incredibly done with this entire situation. At the very least, his raid upon the cornucopia had left him with some useful implements but without a team or a plan his ventures within the arena have become sort of aimless. His run in with Terezi and Initiate hadn't gone at all as he would have liked, but he stumbled away with little more than a bit of a sore head and dizziness.
His fish like appearance is no secret, he has fins and gills upon his neck and he's very obviously not equipped to be in the desert. Should you happen to take pity or perhaps even feel curious, approach at your own risk!
[Closed for Kirk:]
The tremors are a great source of frustration for Dualscar, being jilted whenever you try to cover ground is of no pleasure to him. He wants to seek out better cover before he throws himself on the ground for a well deserved tantrum. He can see vaguely where he'd like to be in the horizon, but his path is once again pulled out from under him. The tremors shift the ground and he slips downward, tumbling through sand and bush before skidding onto a smoother surface.
He hisses to himself indignantly for a small moment before he pulls himself up to his full height, brushing the sand off his greaser outfit and surveying his surroundings. He's armed with a sword and a knife that's buried somewhere in his leather jacket and he is looking more pissed than ever.
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That was probably why she felt like she could handle saying hi. That, and the cross bow bolt. And the scythe. "Are you okay?" she called, coming closer.
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Which is why is surprises him when Ruby approaches him with such a seemingly innocent question. His hackles are already raised and he's taking on a defensive stance- however, curiousity has him refraining from making any bold moves.
"Is that a loaded question?" He keeps his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I've been better." He answers plainly, wondering what could inspire such concern.
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So she walks a little closer, crossbow pointedly not directed at him.
"You just... looked like you could use help," she admitted.
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However, it might be a little odd that the comment seems to piss him off just a bit. Needless to say, he's an easily irritated kind of guy.
"Am I really so pitiful to you?" He snips. "What could you possibly do to help me?" Beyond, y'know, dying and not being a threat.
Dang it.
"I thought we'd start with introductions."
Happens to the best of us!
He crinkles his nose at the suggestion, looking affronted by it. "You first."
<3
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"Orphaner Dualscar." He answers in a cold, curt voice. The second part of his title is self explanatory, given that he has two scars running across his face. The first part? Well. That one has a little more depth to it. "What makes you think you'll be of service to me?"
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"What makes you think I want to be of service?" she challenged.
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