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[gladiayyygirl]

Who: Nasir & Gannicus & open to all!
What: See the prompts below. Basically, a couple of ex-slaves have fun in the fog, hunt like a pack of thugs and enjoy themselves. If you fancy a scuffle then you've come to the right party.
When: Throughout week 2 (and beyond?)
Where: All over the place! They aren't staying still, that's for sure.
Notes: Warnings for violence (!) and awful language. Will update if need be.

A. closed to Nasir & Gannicus only ( in which heat vision is a thing and nobody cares much for acid spray )

The Cornucopia had been... disappointing. The lead pipe that he had hefted for the first few days was far from satisfactory; the swing of it was wrong and he missed the impaling point of his swords. A blunt object was all well and good but Gannicus had a fondness for the familiar weight of a gladii in each hand.

And then the knife had arrived.

"The city of bread and they feed us fucking crumbs!" He laughed as he swung the short knife with an experimental air, slicing and cutting down imaginary Tributes as he paced the flat roof of a garage. This was their home for the night: exposed, but elevated and distant. A lead pipe in his lead hand and a knife in his off hand - it was unbalanced and crude (much like many men Gannicus had known over the years) and it would have to do.

Unsatisfied but resigned, he shot a curious look at Nasir over his shoulder.

"Tell me the gods have blessed you with better offering?"

B. Nasir & OPEN ( in which Nasir's hair remains immaculate no matter how many rude bitches get up in his business )

Nasir knew it was wiser to stay with Gannicus, but at the same time they could cover more ground and find more resources if they were apart for the time. But that wasn't the true reason he was walking through the fog on his own, trusting on his heat vision goggles to show him any nearby tributes. He was searching for someone from home.

If Gannicus was here, then why not Agron? Maybe even his brother. The Capitol had taken them after all. Why waste a former gladiator?

Nasir kept his turning his gaze around him, raising the goggles every now and then so he didn't become disoriented in a world of red, orange, and blue. He listened too. If he didn't find Agron, then he would find another Tribute to take their life and what supplies they had.

He was going to survive this arena.

C. Gannicus & OPEN ( in which Gannicus misses his audience, damn it. )

Gannicus was unhappy. This arena business was entirely wrong.

Where were the crowds? Where was that familiar, comforting roar - where was the pulsing, beastly universal scream for blood? He missed the way it filled his head, rising to match his pulse, blocking out all other worries and fears and replacing them with a primal urge to kill. It was simpler that way. Easier.

He could imagine it if he really tried - but if he really tried, then he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. And that, Gannicus knew, would be a fatal error.

The heat vision goggles were going to take some getting used to - they were heavy and weighed his head down more than he liked, but the chance to see the world in a vivid new way was far too useful to pass up. Now, he hunted the bright red shapes in the mist - distant, fleeting flashes of heat and life that darted in and out of houses and between trees as Gannicus silently skirted his way about the town. The other Tributes were out here, somewhere. The red spectres that moved through the black mist of his heat vision goggles would show him the way.

Gannicus was still unhappy, but at least he had a plan: keep moving, keep hunting - light and quick, fast and small. Remember the noise of the crowd. Give everyone a glorious death.

D. Nasir & Gannicus & OPEN ( in which god knows what happens )

Tag us with your own scenario! Nasir and Gannicus will be out roaming the arena together during the day and by night they are camping out in various different roof tops and hidey holes. Feel free to run in to them!

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A

[calledmenasir]

Nasir had abandoned his piece of wood in favor of a crowbar, not that he knew what to call it. He swung it, feeling the weight of it in his hands and the way it cut through the air so much more readily than the blunt weapon from the cornucopia. And that hook at the end-- he could make use of that.

"I have been gifted with this." He held out the crowbar for inspection. "I do not recognize it. I would rather grasp spear in hand but I find it preferable to what else we have."

[gladiayyygirl]

Mystified by Nasir's gift, Gannicus tucked his lead pipe under his elbow and gently lifted the crowbar as Nasir held it out for inspection. It felt heavy - heavier than the lead pipe - and reassuringly solid. A thumb pressed against the teeth of the lethal hook confirmed that they were at least sharp enough to cut the skin with enough weight behind it. Mildly impressed, Gannicus nodded as he handed the crowbar back.

"There are many things I would sooner grasp in hand this night," He mused, with dark amusement undermining any real bite in his sorry complaint. "Cup of wine, soft thigh, meat and proper weapon counted amongst number..."

[calledmenasir]

Nasir took the crowbar back and spun it in his hand, continuing to test it. He would need to be both familiar and practice with it when the time to kill came.

"In wine, meat, and weapon, we are in agreement." Though he wouldn't say no to a certain thigh, one that was far from soft.

Nasir lowered his crowbar to his side and there was a determined glint in his eyes when he looked at Gannicus.

"Yet there is one man I would seek. Before the Arena, Agron was here for a time. They took him in chains and I have not seen him since. If he is here, I will find him."

[gladiayyygirl]

That Agron was here leaves Gannicus unmoved and unsurprised - he had half expected the giant Germanian to fall out of the shadows at any moment considering that Nasir was here. He shrugged idly.

"If you find him, be sure he does not part head from neck," Gannicus countered with a smirk, remembering the sting of Nasir's weapon digging its teeth in to his flesh and their earlier brawl in the thick of the fog. Turning his attention out on the haze that still consumed the world around them and left the pair marooned on their garage roof top like an island in the middle of a vast sea, he gestured loosely with the blade of his knife.

"As is likely, until gaze decides to cut through deepest fog."

[calledmenasir]

Nasir's head stood too low a target. Not that he was going to say as much. Still, Gannicus had a point, but judging by the set of Nasir's jaw, he had not been moved by it.

"You may search for him with me if promise is made you will not part his head from body. Together, we can outmatch any other Tribute found." Though he had no doubt that Gannicus would fare well on his own, the truth was that two warriors of skill always had better chances when allied. And, as he well knew, even Gannicus could fall.

"Aid would be well received."

B and then joined by Gannicus?

[celebrityskinned]

Armed with a chainwhip, Venus has begun prowling the street near the shoe store. This is the time of evening when threats are most likely; there's still enough light for people to scavenge, and the fog is mostly spread, but the cloying heat of the day has subsided. The next hour will be the most active, and thus, the most deadly.

When she takes to the rooftops, she swings the chain, if only to make as if its twining weight is an extension of herself. On the ground, she carries it, hand folded around the links the piece of metal she's attached as a dart. She's a bit rusty with the art, but after the last few days she's returned to more than just competence with the metal whip. She stops as she sees someone else in the fog.

She has made no promises, to herself or anyone else, not to kill. Every person alive is another person between Ellie and victory, or Kankri and victory, or Joly and victory, or so on. She has people to get to safety. She has a show to put on.

She walks out onto the asphalt of the street and stops. She doubts she could run up and attack him from behind, but it may be safer than calling attention to herself. She doesn't know what her odds are like between a chain and Nasir's own skills.

Still. "Nasir!"

The viewers will want an impressive fight, and two gladiators should be able to provide it.

[calledmenasir]

Nasir recognized that voice. He whirled around in its direction and saw the shape of a woman in shades of red, orange, and yellow. He lifted his goggles to better see what weapon she had in her hands.

"Venus."

She held a chain. That would pose a problem if Nasir's crowbar got tangled up in it and he knew she outmatched him in hand to hand combat. Outside of that he had defeated her in their sparring session but it had been close. This would be an even match.

"Do you wish to learn who will win in true combat?"

He harbored no ill will against Venus but he knew what they were here for.

[celebrityskinned]

"Well, I'm not inviting you to a tea party." Her face is grim, a contrast to the buoyancy of her voice. She swings the chains in a way that would look almost lazy if not for the weight of the dart making such a motion deadly. It gallops through the air in a circle.

"Come on, let's make this one for the history books." And with that she surges forward, chain moving with her as she two-steps, spins and sends the dart of it swinging at Nasir's head.

[calledmenasir]

Nasir ducked. The chain cut the air just about his head. He didn't trust that he would be fast enough to keep out of the reach of the chain to buy time until Venus wore herself out. Instead he charged, bracing himself for when the chain would eventually hit him.

apologies on the slowness!

[celebrityskinned]

She whips the chain as hard as she can, and it's only because she hasn't perfected the weapon that she can't manage to hit Nasir anywhere vital, although the 'thwock' of the dart striking something (human or earth, she can't tell) is an encouraging sound. Rather than wasting time trying to retrieve the weapon, she lets it go to brace herself for when he hits her like a charging bull.

It takes her off her feet, and immediately her goal moves from attacking to putting distance between the two of them before he lands on top of her. She twist and lands on her stomach, rolling to her feet and trying to slam her elbow down on Nasir's back.

C

[assassinat]

It isn't the first time she's felt as if she's being hunted in this place, but maybe it was just paranoia getting to her. An attribute that kept her alive out of this world, Natasha's damn well certain it will be what causes her death. Still, she kept her steps light as she nimbly moves through the neighborhood.

If there was a destination in mind, it didn't seem apparent. In fact, it appears more as if she's circling around in order to draw attention to herself. Clearing this area will keep her allies safe. Her precious friends.

Unlike those men who pride themselves on being heroes, she will revert to her natural born state of a killer. Strike from the shadows, spill blood so they wouldn't have to, and do everything to ensure their survival.

She stops and holds out her arm, fingers gesturing in his general direction. Not obscene, but the taunting message is clear enough: come.

[gladiayyygirl]

Gannicus knew that movement and the toying mockery behind it. A challenge, then. He slowly lifted one arm, lead pipe extended, in a challenging point at his opponent. I see you.

There were people, he supposed, who knew how to play the game here after all. People who knew what it meant to put on a show, to find a worthy opponent and know that if you gave them a bloody, spectacular death then it was a glory shared between the pair of you. He slowly pulled the heat vision glasses from his head and discarded them lazily in the grass of an overgrown lawn with a grim smile. Time to kill.

Knife held in reverse in his off-hand and lead pipe swirled idly in his lead, he paced a low, slow arc to his opponent's left. A tiger, circling, gradually arcing inwards in a decreasing spiral, casually closing the distance as his narrowed gaze bored down on her with a gleeful smirk.

[assassinat]

She doesn't have much to her other than a thick stick, but the way her shoulders hunch down indicate she knows how to stand her ground. If there was any suggestion to easy prey before, she dismisses it by giving into instinct. It likely isn't a good idea to take on someone she has yet to research any, but the way he wears his hair reminds her of another from her world.

One who made it here and one she sparred with before the Arena opened up.

With that in mind, she assesses his body language in the best way she can. Two weapons, the pipe of more interest than the knife. Cuts don't hurt her like brain damage can. She'll have to be ready to counter it though she suspects her plank won't stand up against it easily.

"Come here often?"

[gladiayyygirl]

The woman ahead readies her stance as she prepares to hold her ground - a warrior, then. Someone deserving of a fine death, finer than can be afforded by the mauling, savage dogs that roamed the arena. Gannicus continues to circle, as much intrigued as anything, and closes the distance in his slow, wide arc with each step.

"More often than not. I have called many arena my home," He calls back casually through the veil of fog between them. He's close enough now to make out her hair, her features - fine, probably deadly. Gannicus grins as he briefly spreads his arms wide, both mocking and inviting. "Panem provide but one more."

[assassinat]

More than one arena, but he speaks of this as it's his first one given to him by Panem. She can only name a handful of cultures that had gladiator arenas within them, but she keeps that secret to herself. No need to offend someone otherworldly if his customs didn't fit with what she's come to know.

She'll just have to keep her distance. His arms will be where the brunt of his attacks will come from, but if he's fought in arenas before it's likely he can use every part of his body.

If she's fortunate, he'll think less of her.

No, that's luck she can't bank on. The air of confidence between the two causes enough sparks to let her know that he knows.

"No rules then?"

C because hair band

[worldsaway]

Perhaps a few years ago, Thor would have reveled in the glory of a spectated arena. Perhaps he would have approached it with less care and caution and more violence and determination. These days, his interests lie beyond his own glory. There are people to help, people too weak to be expected to fight amongst warriors. He's found his allies already, but on occasion he'll brave the fog to patrol and listen for the sounds of trouble. He knows deep down he can't keep everyone alive, but he can't look out for himself and only himself in good conscience.

He's armed with a wrench, which doesn't feel right in his hand compared to mjolnir, but he's happy to have it. He can see figures in the fog ahead and he tightens his grip on it, bringing himself up to his full height as he stares ahead in an attempt to identify the ghosts.

"A fine night for it!" He calls out into the fog, trying to gauge the temperaments of the figures with a dry observation.

did you mean D btw? /squints at tag

[gladiayyygirl]

Even behind the bright reds and yellows of the heat goggle array, Gannicus can tell the man ahead is tall. Tall enough to be a challenge, but when has Gannicus - or Nasir, for that matter - ever allowed his relatively smaller height get in his way?

The heat vision goggles have been undoubtedly helpful but they can only do so much; the man ahead stands clear in the goggles, a bright red and yellow smear in a world of black and purple, but now the bulky weight is more a hindrance than a help. Gannicus pulls his from his face and shakes his hair free of tangling straps, before casting them aside in the grass for later.

The arena is suffused with grey fog and Gannicus laughs at the man's words, gesturing with a wide sweep of his lead pipe that sends the cloud billowing.

"No finer night to die," He corrects the man happily and begins to slowly move forward through the fog. "If that is why you seek us out."

[calledmenasir]

Nasir also removed his goggles but he did not cast them aside. He took his pack, stowed it inside, and threw it to the ground. Easier to find for later.

"Thor. I hoped I wound not find you here." It was not only for sentimental reasons. He'd had a good look at Thor before and, if he had skill to match his bulk, he would be a formidable opponent. Fortunately, Nasir had Gannicus by his side.

Still, he would rather not fight him. However, he had little choice.

[worldsaway]

From that answer, Thor can surmise that these men may not be the most pleasant of folk. He's not looking to engage anyone in a fight, really, but if he can neutralize threats perhaps that would help in the long run. If he cannot bring peace, of course, he very much intends for that to be the desired outcome of this incidental meeting.

"I have not sought you out. Not as such." He answers plainly, giving Gannicus an appraising look before he nods in recognition at Nasir. "It is your good fortune that I am here merely out of coincidence." He gives his shoulders a slight shrug, incapable of resisting some showboating.

[gladiayyygirl]

They know each other, then. Gannicus pauses, glancing aside to Nasir to gauge whether he was ready and willing to turn his weapons upon a friend. It was the kind of act that Gannicus had done before - more than a few times, over his long years in the arena - but he wouldn't bet on Nasir being quite so willing.

"Good fortune, he says!" Gannicus repeats theatrically, clearly amused as he turns to Nasir with a chuckle. The lead pipe in one hand swings lazily, arcing through the fog as he slows his approach towards the giant before them. "It seems your friend possesses a humour befitting his stature."

Laughing bought them time, he thinks, and perhaps this gentleman would decide to leave while he has the chance.

C- slides in a million years late but during hellrena

[sithcretapprentice]

It was a mistake, he's starting to realize, to have separated from Sabriel. He'd done so with the intention of finding additional supplies, after theirs had dwindled. But then circumstances had meant they became separated, and as such he's found himself alone.

Alone and powered.

Sabriel hasn't had the chance to heal him just yet, thanks to the whole getting separated. But right now, he's convinced he doesn't need healing, because he has the Force. It's strange, having it again after so long. He can feel the dark side, slowly crawling through him. A part of him finds it a welcome feeling, another can't help but push it back, try and resist, like it's a slow corruption.

His head injury helps nothing. He can still feel his head throb, and it disorients him in the most frustrating way. But he's trying to use the Force to sense other people, and it only makes his head worse. But he tries not to focus on the pain in his head, and instead focuses on finding supplies.

Until he can feel the presence of another nearby. He tenses, body at the ready to defend himself, as he makes his way closer to the other man- and then he sees him.

"Unless you want your time in the arena to end abruptly, I would suggest you move along."

They're big words, but he's confident he can back them up now that he has his powers, regardless of his head injury.

[gladiayyygirl]

The heat was both a blessing and a curse - it was unbearable in a human way, but there was something about it that drove Gannicus onwards and upwards, powering through the sharp rise in temperature in a desperate frenzy for yet more bloodshed and violence. It was oddly familiar, reminding him of that dark hollow of rage and fury that he so often allowed himself to freefall in to in the middle of his arena fights. This heat was the same. It was useful. It was his ally.

With the fog briefly cleared Gannicus could see his opponent clearly; with a slow grin he openly sized him up, inspecting the man with a lazy eye.

"Forgive me if I stand unmoved," He replied in an amused rumble as he hefted his lead pipe in one hand and took his first few slow, casual steps towards the man. "I prefer sound of clashing steel to impressive words in ear."

[sithcretapprentice]

The clashing of steel- it's funny, because he's never been one for that. He's always fought with lightsabers, so it's never been steel on steel. It's been heard, the buzz of a white hot blade. The knowledge that any one wrong move would leave you a gaping, burning stab.

But he could give him steel, if that was what he really wanted- even if it wasn't in the way he expected. "Fine, have it your way."

Starkiller stood straight, eyes moving around for something he could find- and then he spotted it. One of the rundown, beaten up cars that were littered around the roads. He reached a hand out, and it lifted into the air. With some concentration, he pulled it apart, the car disassembling until it was nothing but a lot of floating metal and car parts.

With a flick of his hand, the parts began flying towards Gannicus- only Starkiller realized quickly there was something wrong. His head injury must have hindered his connection to the force, because he felt his head begin to spin, and his grip on the car parts became shaky. They didn't fly at Gannicus with the speed or precision they normally would, so it was very likely the man could dodge them if he wanted to. Starkiller lifted his free hand to his head, trying to fight the wave of dizziness that hit him.

[gladiayyygirl]

Of all the attacks that Gannicus could have ever hoped - or feared - to have defend himself from, what came next certainly didn't number within them. To see such a thing with his very own eyes was barely believable; he wasted long, precious seconds watching with wide-eyed and horrified fascination as the lump of twisted metal devolved in to scrap before his very eyes.

Dazed and bewildered as the monstrous ruins of the car came flying towards him, Gannicus only just managed to stumble backwards and throw himself out of the way of the worst of it. But a sharp litter of scrap metal raked its way across his arms as he threw himself down and covered his head, tearing at fabric and flesh alike as the sheered apart and came crashing down to earth barely a few feet behind him.

Aghast, bewildered and snarling in pain Gannicus twisted on the floor, weapons discarded beside him, as he clamped a hand across the bloodied exposed flesh that had been torn by the flying shards.

[sithcretapprentice]

Gannicus could consider himself lucky. If Starkiller didn't have a massive concussion, it was likely the debris from the car would have skewered him several times over. His aim was usually much better, the force behind his throws much more powerful.

It took Starkiller a moment to lift his head to see the fate of Gannicus, and he cursed himself for not having done more than cut his arm. He should have been impaled, smashed to pieces, something. A stain on the ground. Instead, he'd missed the mark and simply cut him. His head was spinning, and he could feel the contents of his stomach wanting to come up- but he knew if he didn't finish Gannicus off, he wouldn't make it out of this encounter.

Starkiller reached out with the Force, the effort making his head hurt worse but he kept at it until he could use the Force to grip Gannicus. The effort to lift the man was more than he had ever experienced before. If he was lucky, he would get him a few inches off the ground.

"I told you," he growled, his voice cracking from the effort. "I t-told you to go, and you didn't."