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WHO | Revya and Open
WHAT | The great wild-life massacre of Arena 3
WHEN | Day Five
WHERE | R9
WARNINGS/ NOTES | Rude and possibly offensive language. Death. Fishy death. Lots of fishes dying. And some of the birds that eat the dead fish die too.

Ahahah! A fun time, a real fun time! Revya was having a blast! Her shark-tooth spear, well worn after killing that guy yesterday, was jabbing and slashing through the water with practiced precision. She couldn't really hold in her needs anymore. A massacre, a war, whatever! She just needed to destroy a whole lot of somethings. Fish were nearby. So she started on those. Man there were a lot of fish. Screw eating them, she just wanted to kill them! It was a bit awkward at first, but she got used to it. It also got much easier after a while because the smaller fish fled, and the bigger ones came to feast on the freshly made chum. And they weren't alone. Dozens upon dozens of white birds flocked to the scene, hungry scavengers descending on the ravaged aquatic life. Oh hey, more things for her to kill!

Revya was fantasizing. Making up stories in her head. The fish people rising against her, banding together only to be split apart a moment later. Friends abandoning each other, creatures turning on their own. White Birds, the knights of the sky, descended upon the battlefield. They fought for 'justice,' wanting to help the fish people. At a price, of course. Draining them dry of resources and even picking up the bodies of dying children to use for morale... 'Martyrs' they called them. What idiots.

A near-silent giggle. It escalated into laughter, then a psychotic joyous wail that scared the birds away. "Freakin' hell this is fun! Why the hell didn't I think of it sooner?!?" The lagoon was red from the spilled blood. The hue streaked down the shoreline, with some of the carnage washing torwords the center of the lagoon. People would probably come but... Heh... Ah ha... That'd be a good thing, right? Revya walked up back to the beach, sitting down near the rib-bone she had left on the beach. By having two weapons she could kill two birds... hah, birds... with one stone, rubbing their edges together to sharpen them both. Despite the lagoon of blood, or rather because of it, Revya was in a good mood. Such a good mood that she'd probably talk to people instead of trying to kill them. Well, if they didn't try to kill her of course.

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Alpha was having suspicions about this Game. Most of the people weren't acting...right for strangers thrust into a long-term survival death match. They were, in many ways, acting as though it was a very painful video game, was the best description Alpha had come up with. He was starting to wonder if this was some Dollhouse-style induced hallucination, if somewhere he was strapped in a chair.

Which was wrong, wrong, so very wrong. These days it was Alpha at the controls and other people in the chair.

Just imagining that as the situation put Alpha in a bad mood, a mood that couldn't be dispersed by killing whoever got in his way, mostly because there was no one around to get in his way, or by the shiny new throwing knife he'd spotted in a parachuted container drifting down in his general direction.

What could possibly cheer him up was stumbling on a young redhead excitedly massacring the nearby sea life and shouting her joy to the world.

"Now that," said Alpha admiringly, watching the blood drift in the waves. "Is art." Not exactly subtle or necessary, but he could certainly understand the need to let off a little steam now and then.

Revya turned her head to the sound of footsteps and a voice. Oh, someone came... Faster than expected though. "Art huh?" That was a pretty weird comment. A massacre was a massacre, wasn't it? Didn't matter. "Sure, why not? You can call it art all you want, but it smells like crap." The girl stood up from the beach, yawning as she did so. It would be noticeable by an astute observer that her right leg was wounded in some way. As for the weapons, Revya kept them in hand, but didn't really point them or anything at him.

"This is pretty boring for a survival game. Lasting way too long." Revya looked at the man up and down. He didn't look too spectacular compared to some of the other people, yet here he was calmly looking at an ocean of blood. Lagoon of blood. Whatever. "You got some mental issues?" She looked at Alpha as if she was half-asleep. Well even if he did, Revya was used to crazy people. Like that knight who acted like a salesperson. Or that boy who crossdressed as a girl for fun. Good times.

Alpha looked the girl over with interest. Young, injured but not letting that hold her back, armed but not outwardly treating Alpha as a threat, despite that he was a much taller and broader...contestant? No, they used a different word. Tribute. Like for the gods. Alpha grinned, both at the girl and his own thoughts.

"Issues isn't the word for it," he said with a short laugh. "I am way past issues, little lamb." Ooh, there was Bobby slipping through. He always had a thing for the fierce, sadistic little girls, Bobby did. "I have risen...above the issues, you might say." He refrained from moving closer, from doing anything that might seem like an overt threat. He was curious where this would go.

"It's too spread out. To much focus on the survival, not enough on the other side of things. They want a real show, they should have stuck us all in...a box. A much smaller box."

Revya was cocky enough that nothing short of a twenty-foot five-armed blade-wielding half-lobster freak-show would shake her. She was the type to get angry before being shaken, anyways. "So you're some type of crazy. Got it." He suggested an alternative to this sunny pit of hell called an Arena. A box huh? That'd work better for her, to be sure. People would be much more... accessible. "A box would be fun. But it sounds like they do this thing a lot, so it'd get boring. Didn't really gather much from my brief stay, but it seems this is more of a freaky religion to them than some show anyhow." She wasn't really one to hold back words.

A 'normal' conversation. It had been a while. ... It was boring. But it was also fulfilling in some manner. Talking was certainly better than sitting around with little to do. But still, this person probably wanted her dead. Maybe not now, but probably later on. She'd already killed a man who wanted to die. And this guy wasn't anything like that wuss. So it'd be best to get to the point. "So what do you want here?" Revya posed it as a mild-curious question, as if she didn't really care one way or the other.

Edited 2012-09-04 20:54 (UTC)