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thearena2014-01-27 12:24 am
asmilinggod) wrote in thearena2014-01-27 12:24 am
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Shiny happy people laughing....
Who| Kevin and OTA!
What| Kevin has managed to survive a week - now he's going a little further with his explorations. He'll be breaking out some weapons and taking a mask (not putting it on yet), and getting a good look at the fossil exhibits.
Where| Floor 2 for the weapons and masks, floor four for the fossils (and maybe that screen).
When| Week 2. Early in the week for the weapon and mask, any other time after he'll be in the fossils.
Warnings/Notes| If anyone approaches Kevin with intent to attack, he will respond in kind - otherwise he's still willing to just chat at this point. He's bandaged up some, but has a few flesh wounds, a torn-open bit of his scalp, a couple broken teeth (good thing he has so many) and a couple broken ribs.
Designate in your subject line where you're catching him! And if you want to watch an incriminating conversation on the screen with him, let me know?
Second Floor
A week! Kevin had made it through a week of all this, and had a couple shiny new gifts to show for it. Right now, he stood in front of one of the weapon cases, hefting the crowbar in his hands and contemplating. He had done a lot of walking around this week, a lot of looking at everything...but today, he had decided it was time to begin using what he had learned.
In his wanderings, one case had stood out to him in particular - containing a funny-looking bladed weapon with an H-shaped handle. He turned his dark eyes up to the plaque, reading the name out loud.
"Katar. Well, okay, Mister Katar...you are coming with me!"
Winding back the crowbar, he broke into the fragile case, taking the new weapon in one hand and giving it a couple of test swings. It was light, quick...it didn't leave his hands free and it was impossible to conceal, but still, he liked it. Happy with his acquisition, he padded away from the case, moving to step aside and organize himself...and then paused, something else catching his attention.
It was hanging nearby - a mask shaped like a stylized sun, hollowed-out eyes gazing back into hollowed-out eyes. He had seen Gabriel after HE had worn a mask, and Gabriel hadn't seemed too happy, but...well, this one was...pretty. He liked it. And maybe he could use it.
Removing it from the wall, he continued off into a dark corner, arranging his supplies (besides the Katar, of course) in a makeshift utility belt he was working on. It was made from shreds of fabric from clothing items in the displays...waste not, want not.
He grinned brightly, pleased with his handiwork.
Productive. Productive indeed.
Fourth Floor
Beep. Beep. Beep Beep.
That WAS a funny sound for an exhibit full of old bones to make, wasn't it? But it reminded Kevin of home, of the hustle and bustle of machinery back in Desert Bluffs, the radio station. It was soothing to him, a reminder that even here, he could feel like Strexcorp had his back.
Besides, the fossils were pretty cool. The plaques were really informative, and he was enjoying reading them quite a bit!
That screen up there was interesting, too. He stopped in his wanderings periodically to watch it for a little while, curious if it would ever show anything interesting. After a while of watching, he always went back to wandering, however, katar in hand.
He knew, after all, that it wasn't a good idea to stay still for too long in here.
Not if he wanted to make some new friends!
What| Kevin has managed to survive a week - now he's going a little further with his explorations. He'll be breaking out some weapons and taking a mask (not putting it on yet), and getting a good look at the fossil exhibits.
Where| Floor 2 for the weapons and masks, floor four for the fossils (and maybe that screen).
When| Week 2. Early in the week for the weapon and mask, any other time after he'll be in the fossils.
Warnings/Notes| If anyone approaches Kevin with intent to attack, he will respond in kind - otherwise he's still willing to just chat at this point. He's bandaged up some, but has a few flesh wounds, a torn-open bit of his scalp, a couple broken teeth (good thing he has so many) and a couple broken ribs.
Designate in your subject line where you're catching him! And if you want to watch an incriminating conversation on the screen with him, let me know?
Second Floor
A week! Kevin had made it through a week of all this, and had a couple shiny new gifts to show for it. Right now, he stood in front of one of the weapon cases, hefting the crowbar in his hands and contemplating. He had done a lot of walking around this week, a lot of looking at everything...but today, he had decided it was time to begin using what he had learned.
In his wanderings, one case had stood out to him in particular - containing a funny-looking bladed weapon with an H-shaped handle. He turned his dark eyes up to the plaque, reading the name out loud.
"Katar. Well, okay, Mister Katar...you are coming with me!"
Winding back the crowbar, he broke into the fragile case, taking the new weapon in one hand and giving it a couple of test swings. It was light, quick...it didn't leave his hands free and it was impossible to conceal, but still, he liked it. Happy with his acquisition, he padded away from the case, moving to step aside and organize himself...and then paused, something else catching his attention.
It was hanging nearby - a mask shaped like a stylized sun, hollowed-out eyes gazing back into hollowed-out eyes. He had seen Gabriel after HE had worn a mask, and Gabriel hadn't seemed too happy, but...well, this one was...pretty. He liked it. And maybe he could use it.
Removing it from the wall, he continued off into a dark corner, arranging his supplies (besides the Katar, of course) in a makeshift utility belt he was working on. It was made from shreds of fabric from clothing items in the displays...waste not, want not.
He grinned brightly, pleased with his handiwork.
Productive. Productive indeed.
Fourth Floor
Beep. Beep. Beep Beep.
That WAS a funny sound for an exhibit full of old bones to make, wasn't it? But it reminded Kevin of home, of the hustle and bustle of machinery back in Desert Bluffs, the radio station. It was soothing to him, a reminder that even here, he could feel like Strexcorp had his back.
Besides, the fossils were pretty cool. The plaques were really informative, and he was enjoying reading them quite a bit!
That screen up there was interesting, too. He stopped in his wanderings periodically to watch it for a little while, curious if it would ever show anything interesting. After a while of watching, he always went back to wandering, however, katar in hand.
He knew, after all, that it wasn't a good idea to stay still for too long in here.
Not if he wanted to make some new friends!
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The rustle of another person moving through the fossil displays was unexpected, and he looked up abruptly from the plaque he'd been reading. (Having the attention span of a giant gnat, Jason saw no reason not to broaden his horizons whilst avoiding people in this death-match-gladiator-fight-thing, okay.)
"Hey," he breathed after a second of analysis during which he summarily dismissed Kevin as not being a threat. The blade carried was probably something, but Jason felt comfortable enough with his hands. Besides, he had a crowbar. He knew first hand just how much those assholes could hurt.
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So it was with a bright smile that he waved with his free hand, turning towards Jason with a chirp in his voice. Being greeted! That was nice!
"Hello, friend!"
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But that wasn't so different from the real world, if you really stopped to think about it, right?
"How's it going, pal?" Okay, maybe the katar was a little unsettling. It didn't look too dirty, not that that was much of a comfort, really.
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It had finally pushed her into the elevators, careful to wait for a time when there wasn't a lot of activity, and now she was creeping along, trying to look small and move quiet.
Of course she would choose the moment when someone else was busting open weapons cases. But next to the katar he had grabbed was a solid looking pata, clunkier, but possibly better for the smaller woman. She waited silently till his attention turned away, and then carefully moved forward to steal the pata from the case while he wasn't looking.
Unfortunately, it was awfully hard to be quick and quiet on a floor covered in broken glass.
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And then he stopped.
And he waved with the arm not outfitted with a large blade.
And he chirped in a cheerful voice.
"Oh! Hello there!"
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With a face like that, she was going to guess demon. Because he sure as hell wasn't human.
She went still, twisting to face him, gripping her busted off furniture leg, and trying to calculate blunt object verses demon.
It wasn't looking good. But at least he was feeling chatty. Maybe she could buy some time, get her sword.
"Hey. Nice evening in the death arena were having here."
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His grin broadened as he drew closer.
"It is! It's a beautiful evening! I even found this nifty thing, haha...."
He gestured to the katar on his arm.
"What's your name, friend?"
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The fact he sounded like a little kid who'd just found a particularly exciting bug didn't really make this situation in any way less unnerving.
She backed up a few steps, not wanting the space between them to get any smaller.
"You ever used one of those before?"