[open] week 3;

[dying]

Who| Thane Krios + Open
What| Thane is spending time moving between the floors, getting acquainted, and not quite believing that he's in the middle of a death match.
Where| Floors 1,2,3 - near the elevators.
When| Early in Week 3, pre-Volcano.
Warnings/Notes| Just let me know which floor since he is drifting among them. Warnings - none at the moment.


Thane woke up in a very strange place before being quickly ushered over to the dark, crowded basement where he found himself. He understood his goal, but he didn't really much like it. At one time, he considered fighting and killing an honor, but he didn't recall volunteering for this. And he believed it was very likely that the others there under the same circumstances as he - against their will. They were mistaking forced fighting like this with the honor.

Also, if there were others there, then he knew that there was a possibility that there would be someone he knew there, and it concerned him. He didn't want to be put in the position where he'd have to kill any of his comrades from the Normandy.

He decided soon that he needed to understand the lay of the land, and he could figure out the rest once he better understood the location. He spent only a little time on the basement floor, before he decided that he needed to make a move to a different part.

He sees a couple of options to get up to the first floor - the elevator and the steps. The steps seemed wise as the elevator would make noise. There were others there, though, and there were so many opportunities to wait and hide in staircases.

He found found the elevator had far less blind spots, as well, so he picked it. He waited a few times for dings to go and pass before moving to the first level. He stepped out onto the floor, taking a quick look and listen before he did. He repeated this process a few times, keeping his eyes and ears open.

He spent a bit of time standing just outside of the elevator, back to the wall, ears alert for footsteps.

Comments

[gunshiptotheface]

They were at a stalemate, neither one liking the odds and both combat seasoned enough not to want to be the one to step out and risk it being a trick. But Garrus always trusted his sight, there was no reason for it not to be Thane. Even if the Capitol were playing tricks on him he'd rather go out like this than by the damn volcano.

Stepping out of the shadows and into the light it was indeed Garrus. Perhaps not as bulky as Thane remembered him, only clad in the blue circuit board pyjamas.

"Shepard isn't going to like this."

[dying]

Thane watched him. He was different from how he remembered, but it was still, certainly, Garrus. He wouldn't forget his face. His pajamas were a dark red, which worked nicely in the dark, where he preferred to hide. "Shepard?" he asked.

He didn't quite figure out why Shepard wouldn't like his presence, other than the fact that they were in a death arena. The presence of the others here just made this situation far more complicated.

[gunshiptotheface]

"It's a long story, let's just say this place and the people who run it don't see eye to eye with us." Garrus explained without going into too much detail. He couldn't explain to Thane that they were being filmed, every moment of every day in the arena but he could imply things.

"Shepard is here, and myself, you're the only other member of the crew that's here. For now."

[dying]

"For now," Thane repeated. He knew from his limited experience there that the people here wouldn't see eye-to-eye with him. He didn't necessarily approve of death matches to begin with. It seemed like that disagreements were on par with the time he spent with Shepard.

He didn't need details as to why they didn't see-eye-to-eye, and he was glad Garrus didn't spend the time providing the details. If Shepard was here, there were certainly more things to be taken care of. "You're not together?"

[gunshiptotheface]

"We're scouting different halls, looking for resources, taking out threats and finding allies before meeting up in an hour." He replied, not giving a specific location for their meet up, lest he find a surprise from the coordinators waiting for them when they least expected it.

"How long have you been here? I didn't see you at the start of the arena."

[dying]

Thane nodded. Shepard was here and she wasn't with Garrus. That was what mattered. He figured already that staying nearby would be the best option for him to be able to find her and see her. He would have to hold his conversations for another time, though. He didn't know if this would be the best place. "I've just arrived. A day, perhaps two."

[gunshiptotheface]

"Not long then, we should get away from the elevators, good place for an ambush when you're least expecting it." He nodded toward the sleek silver doors before motioning for Thane to follow him. "I assume they told you what happens in here."

[dying]

"That it was an honor and I must fight to the death," Thane answered. Of course, he had no intention to make attempts on Garrus's life. "I've been in the elevators." Of course, not many people would be able to get a jump on him. Of course, if there were other like him in the elevators, that was enough incentive to stay away for now. "There's little honor here."

[gunshiptotheface]

"There's almost no honour here, everyone is out for each other unless you're smart enough to make alliances quickly." Garrus replied, not as a correction but as an honest answer. After two arenas he was beginning to see just how far people would go to survive in a place like this. "I'll tell you now, there's only ever one winner and it's pure luck, not skill that lets you win."

[dying]

"I understand," Thane answered. He had gotten a similar impression from his interactions so far. The people here were so varied, if there was not some luck involved, many of them wouldn't even stand a chance. Perhaps that was what they were wanting, though. Of course, he wasn't going to seek death, but he knew with Shepard here, there was no way that he'd let her die before him.

"It seems it is the same luck that brought us here."