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thearena2014-02-09 11:17 pm
atippleoftransparency) wrote in thearena2014-02-09 11:17 pm
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Ah-Heet Dees-Pless!
Who| Brainy and Lyle, Lyle and YOU
What| Mourning a fallen foe. PLUS: hunting for vegan-friendly food
Where| Sixth floor, sixth floor cafe
When| Week three, post-volcano eruption
Warnings/Notes| Translated and untranslated swearing
Part the first, locked to Brainy
The door to the stairwell slammed open and a singed, many-legged form stumbled out onto the floor. Lyle had one of Brainy's arms across his shoulders and one of his own around Brainy's waist, half-dragging the Coluan to the negotiable safety of a forest of wax legs. He didn't quite collapse in a heap, too much long-embedded training to do that, but grife did he want to. He was tired, he was hungry, and he'd just had to flee a sprocking volcano and sprocking liquid nitrogen. Had he stood next to a sign warning that the volcano was going to blow at some point and not known because he couldn't read a sprocking thing here?
Lyle made a mental note to spare a moment or two to feel sorry for himself later, right now he and Brainy were in new territory and needed to be on the alert.
"You okay?"
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Part the second, open to anyone
Sprock the Coluans. Sprock them and their sprocking genetic engineering that was making Lyle's life so much more difficult.
It wasn't that he was happy to eat cooked animal flesh, or really anything produced by an animal, but at least he could if he had to (unless he shared whatever quirk of the genetic code that had left Cos throwing up or otherwise uncomfortably expelling most of the stuff he'd eaten in the past). Brainy couldn't. So Brainy hadn't.
Lyle's fantasies about tearing the Capitol down around the ears of its citizens had begun to feature major injuries in addition to the complete and utter ruin of everything they held dear. Not for everyone, just the people in charge, and nothing that they couldn't recover from with medical treatment. Long-term, intensive medical treatment and physical therapy. And even then, they wouldn't ever be quite the same.
There seemed to be cafes on every floor, though the loss of the third floor's cafeteria was a major blow. And this late in the game, it was probably stripped bare. Still, Lyle had to look, just in case. He'd waited until night, when the light from the windows overhead had dimmed to something that wouldn't make him and his black pajamas stand out like a Talokian on Summer World, and sneaked his way toward the cafe, pausing at the cover of every second wax figure to check around him for observers.
Forget sprocking the Coluans. Sprock the whole sprocking Capitol for doing this to them.
What| Mourning a fallen foe. PLUS: hunting for vegan-friendly food
Where| Sixth floor, sixth floor cafe
When| Week three, post-volcano eruption
Warnings/Notes| Translated and untranslated swearing
Part the first, locked to Brainy
The door to the stairwell slammed open and a singed, many-legged form stumbled out onto the floor. Lyle had one of Brainy's arms across his shoulders and one of his own around Brainy's waist, half-dragging the Coluan to the negotiable safety of a forest of wax legs. He didn't quite collapse in a heap, too much long-embedded training to do that, but grife did he want to. He was tired, he was hungry, and he'd just had to flee a sprocking volcano and sprocking liquid nitrogen. Had he stood next to a sign warning that the volcano was going to blow at some point and not known because he couldn't read a sprocking thing here?
Lyle made a mental note to spare a moment or two to feel sorry for himself later, right now he and Brainy were in new territory and needed to be on the alert.
"You okay?"
---
Part the second, open to anyone
Sprock the Coluans. Sprock them and their sprocking genetic engineering that was making Lyle's life so much more difficult.
It wasn't that he was happy to eat cooked animal flesh, or really anything produced by an animal, but at least he could if he had to (unless he shared whatever quirk of the genetic code that had left Cos throwing up or otherwise uncomfortably expelling most of the stuff he'd eaten in the past). Brainy couldn't. So Brainy hadn't.
Lyle's fantasies about tearing the Capitol down around the ears of its citizens had begun to feature major injuries in addition to the complete and utter ruin of everything they held dear. Not for everyone, just the people in charge, and nothing that they couldn't recover from with medical treatment. Long-term, intensive medical treatment and physical therapy. And even then, they wouldn't ever be quite the same.
There seemed to be cafes on every floor, though the loss of the third floor's cafeteria was a major blow. And this late in the game, it was probably stripped bare. Still, Lyle had to look, just in case. He'd waited until night, when the light from the windows overhead had dimmed to something that wouldn't make him and his black pajamas stand out like a Talokian on Summer World, and sneaked his way toward the cafe, pausing at the cover of every second wax figure to check around him for observers.
Forget sprocking the Coluans. Sprock the whole sprocking Capitol for doing this to them.
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Lyle had seen weirder than this sentient. Sprock, Lyle lived with weirder than this sentient. But that didn't mean this one was friendly and kindly inclined toward an unconscious Tribute. He tried to stay out of sight anyway, but he couldn't turn invisible right now and there wasn't that much cover here beyond the shadows.
At least he had the crowbar.
"You had to have seen me. Did you think I just abandoned him?"
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"No." Quickly, one of Don's knives came out, as he got into his own stance. "I just figured you might have left. I was wrong."
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"Exceedingly wrong," Lyle said, raising the crowbar defensively and eying the knives warily. "So, how do you wanna play this one out?"
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Come on, whoever you are, take your stash and go. Lyle had even made sure to leave an escape route.
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No offense, Lyle, but Don has to be careful. More careful.
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At this, Don began to quietly slide into the shadows.
"However, we might not be as lucky about this on our next encounter. If we have one, in this arena."
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Or vice versa. He was going to be keeping a careful eye on the shadows from now on. And move Brainy somewhere else.