thearena | Some saves the day

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Some saves the day

Who| Pruna, Sandy and Some
What| The volcano goes off, Some is a hero
Where| Third floor
When| Wednesday of week 3
Warnings/Notes| Volcanoes, fire, liquid nitrogen, burns, angry small hurt murder children

It hadn't taken Pruna long to find the screen that sometimes showed where other tributes were. And so she was there now, on her tiptoes studying it before it went back to the people who wanted gold.

She could see the dots that were her and Pruna, and one or two more dots on this floor but none close enough to be of danger yet. She grinned and pointed to the screen about to explain to Sandy how they could sneak up on one of them, when a rumbling interrupted her. The ground began to shake violently.

She looked around, worried. "What do that be being?"

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He wasn't about to take his off, not yet. Not until he was sure the volcano was not going to get worse. But he made sure to rinse it, too, making sure none of the hurtful fluid was on it. And then he was just going to lie in the flow for a moment, cradling his forefeet against his lower chest. "Sandy... your skin. Are you all right?"

Pruna dipped her fingers in the gel, it was cool and felt good on her burned fingers. She took out a blob of it and smeared it on Some's shoulders. She didn't even think to ask first.

She opened another first aid kit, glad that they had been sent more than one, and threw another tub of gel at Sandy, still rubbing the gel on Some's back with her other hand.

"Huh?"

She fumbled the tub a few times before catching it and looking pleased with herself.

"Oh my skin...yeah it's OK. This is just my power." She tapped her arm and the sound of two stones clicking together was achieved.

"I won't be able to rub this stuff on my burns till the timer on the mask runs out." And then she'd just want to rub it all over her face.

The gel felt good on Some's burns, cool, and for a moment he leaned into the rubbing, a moment of a purr resonating in his lower chest. "Stones, thank you, Pruna. Where did you get this?"

"It did be being in the first aid kit." She told him, looking at Sandy, "How long do you be having left?" She began digging out bandages, they were running out of those, but Sandy would need them when the mask came off, so would Some.

She continued rubbing gel on Some's back, finding the worst burns first.

"I dunno." Sandy confessed with a sigh and sitting down on the floor feeling heavy despite how energetic she was. In a fit of anger she swung her stone fist into the wall and cracked the panel she struck.

"You're gonna wanna brace yourself, when the mask comes off it has like...hooks. They dig into your face." She warned Some.

He nodded, grimacing. "I know. This is my second." The first time had taken two days to stop bleeding off and on.

"I tried to teleport out of the building the first time. It flung me halfway across the fourth floor, as the hooks struck. That is why I did not go far enough, this time," he explained, still guilty about that. "I don't kn-know what would have happened if I'd struck a barrier carrying you two."

Pruna blinked at Sandy's anger, it was usually her losing her temper, not Sandy.

"You did be trying to get out?" She wasn't surprised it didn't work, though it was disappointing, that he couldn't escape even with his powers.

"Yeah, they don't really like that sort of thing. Usually there's some kind of invisible wall or...you know. Acid ocean." Referencing the last arena.

"What else can you do? Teleporting, and climbing walls and stuff?" Maybe there was something else he could do for them before it wore off.

"I haven't been able to teleport before here..." He let one hand wander back, spreading across his marks, gingerly almost-touching a burn that had come dangerously close. "So I had to find out if their walls worked to stop it." He was still bruised from the attempt, though not in body. "It is my only magic, though. The rest is just being a grue. Climbing is just good fingers and long arms."

Pruna nodded, experimenting with that sort of thing was important, so that they knew.

She continued putting the gel on him, because she would need to switch to Sandy the moment the mask wore off, Sandy still hadn't gotten the hang of the emptiness yet. Pruna herself was deep in it, the pain bouncing off the walls of the bubble around her.

"Lucky Grue." Sandy commented sort of half making a joke.

The water was starting to flood down the hallway now and it amused Sandy to kick the half an inch of water making it spray up onto the walls. It was better then just counting the seconds till the mask dug into her-

And just like that her stone skin faded and she felt the pinch in her face. "Aw crap."

It didn't hurt yet, but she couldn't just leave the mask on forever. She had to eat.

"That can't possibly have been as long as last time." She whined.

On cue, Some's hooks snapped into place as well, and he grunted, hooking his fingers through the mouth of the mask. He squirmed, shaking his head slightly. "Stones... Will it k-keep working, so l-long as I can st-stand to wear it?" His voice sounded strange, the hooks only allowing him to use one of his two mouths.

"I do no be thinking so." She said, though whose question she was answering was anybody's guess. She grabbed the cloak that had been stuffed in their bag, it was already bloodstained. She reached out to grab Sandy's mask and pull hard, replacing it with the cloak.

"Be breathing." She reminded her and looked over at Some, not sure whether he would need help.

Sandy was startled by the ruthless efficiency in which Pruna ripped off her mask and some more chunks of her face. She barely got out a scream before the orange cloak was shoved in her face and she stumbled back to lean on the wall while she muffled her cries of pain with the once shiny fabric.

Leave it to Pruna to get things done that needed to be done as quick as possible.

He gave Pruna an alarmed look, and moved backwards, stumbling dripping to his feet. "Sandy! Sandy, are you all right?"

And oh stones, now there was fresh blood, its thick scent quick to drown out the sour of chemical-burnt flesh. Some felt his stomach clench, and he stamped a burnt foot, trying to distract himself.

Pruna had bandages and she got close to Sandy positioning them. "Do you be being ready?" She asked, now that the danger was passed she remembered to actually ask before she did things.

Sometimes action just needed to be taken.

Sandy held up a finger and took a deep shuddering breath to indicate she needed a moment longer. What followed was a muffled string of curse words that would make a biker blush.

When she finished with that, her trembling hands lowered the fabric revealing her bloody and tear streaked face. Chunks of skin were missing from all around the edges, along with scabs that had been ripped open in the process. She had to keep her eyes closed from all the blood.

"Ow." She grumbled.

Some should have offered to help with the bandages. He was trained in that kind of thing, he knew what he was doing. He took a step forward again.

Sandy smelled like food.

Before he realized it, all his teeth were bare, and he stood very, very still, staring down at her, eyes wide.

Pruna wrapped the bandages tightly, ignoring Sandy's complaints for now. The important thing was to stop the bleeding.

She turned to Some and her eyes narrowed as she saw his teeth. Her knife was in her hand within moments, pointing towards him, a warning.

Sandy however remained somewhat unaware as the pain in her face was distracting her. The bandages helped providing her with a sense of security through the pressure.

However as she felt Pruna move and the silence stretch on she tugged an errant bandage out of her eyes so she could see the sudden stand off.

"Oh what now?" She groaned too exhausted to be scared.

He held up two hands, warding her off. "No. No. I won't. I'm sorry, the blood, she's human, I have- I-" He swallowed hard, teeth clicking together. "I have- have to be away. But if you need- need me again, shout. Promise."

Pruna's glare intensified as she realised what he meant. "Yes be going." She told him, keeping the knife out in front of her, a warning more than a threat.

"I do be thanking you for the rescue." She said a moment later.

Sandy was only steps behind in catching onto his meaning and it sent another shudder through her. She'd been eaten three times already. She wasn't keen on a third.

"Y-yeah...thanks. See you later." She mumbled trying to play it cool as she mopped more blood from her face with the cape.

Even for the arena, this was too many close calls in a short space of time.

He bolted. As much to get away from their stares as from Sandy's fresh blood. Three steps away and he teleported, vanishing, gone.

Some saves the day

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Not sure where else they are going after this, wrapping up or ideas?

Some'll be gtfoing, since the mask amps up his hunger problems.

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yup!