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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!

Comments

[calledmenasir]

"He is no friend," Nasir spoke in a lowered voice, loud enough only to be heard by Gannicus. If he had shared more than a conversation with Thor this would be harder but it wasn't. It didn't mean he would enjoy it.

Raising his voice, he addressed Thor. "If you were fortunate, you would not have crossed paths with us." If that wasn't clear enough, Nasir raised his crowbar.

Either Thor would leave or he would stay and fight. Nasir was not eager for the latter to come to pass, especially since he lived with the man, but this was the arena.

[worldsaway]

There is some surprise at Nasir's approach, but it's brief. They barely know one another, he couldn't really judge a man from a brief conversation. "If I were fortunate, I would not be here at all." He points out wryly, spreading his hands innocently when he does.

"If you wish to play to their interests, then do so." Again, his voice is wry, but when he speaks again it lowers dangerously. "Just know that I will not hold back." He's been better lately in his life about getting into reckless fights just for his own ego, but there's something about this that makes it hard to back away from. He's too stubborn for his own good, he's sure, he's armed with only a wrench but he's taken down more men with less.

[gladiayyygirl]

'No friend' is good. No friend is a free license, as far as Gannicus is concerned.

"Consider words well known," Gannicus returns happily to Thor's warning, seemingly delighted at the fact that the tall man wouldn't hold back. Their opponent certainly seems to be holding his ground despite being given ample time to escape - a courtesy that Nasir and Gannicus certainly haven't been extending to the vast majority of their victims so far.

Circling to one flank, Gannicus raises his lead pipe and points it in a challenge - and a salute - to the figure before them with a wide grin.

"Shall we test your true fortune?"

[calledmenasir]

Nasir stepped to the other side of Thor, crowbar at the ready. He didn't speak, instead allowing Thor the chance to respond to Gannicus, whether it was in words or actions. His eyes were trained on the tribute from his district. This might make for a harder time in his living arrangements but this was what they were here to do. If Thor did not understand that, then so be it. Nasir was here to live.

[worldsaway]

It strikes Thor as strange that there are so many who would play along with the orders of their kidnappers, but he's always been terrible at being told what to do. It's not a life he understands, not an option he's had to take, but a challenge he can understand. He feels it right now, when the other men approach, it's too hard to turn down a good fight.

"So be it." He's steadying himself, flicking his wrench in his hand before getting a better grip on it as he anticipates the first move. A small smirk begins to form, despite all of his preaching.

[gladiayyygirl]

A two-on-one fight is rather unfair, given the stakes of the arena - not that Gannicus cares (or even particularly agrees). He's still grinning, relishing in Thor's smirk and his ready anticipation, as he makes his first move.

The time for words is clearly over as he hefts his pipe and brings it to bear in a wide, heavy sweep towards Thor's knees. A predictable, easily read move that's designed to test the waters as much as it is to try and force Thor to face him and turn his back towards Nasir on his other flank.

[calledmenasir]

At the same time as Gannicus moved, Nasir stepped closer and prepared to swing his crowbar at Thor's very muscled midsection should he step back and into him in an attempt to dodge. If not, he would soon press advantage with a crack to the skull.

Nasir knew it wasn't fair. He didn't particularly care. Death was not fair.

so what if they knock thor out and think he's dead not knowing he has a very sturdy noggin??

[worldsaway]

It's not fair, but it's thrilling, Thor can't even be worried that he is without his powers. He recalls how deftly he dealt with all of those SHIELD agents, surely he'll make short work of these men. Or not. It's the surprise that makes it fun.

It's clear from the start that they're working together, strategising together. He hasn't a clue how he'll use it against them, but he'll give it an honest shot.

He doesn't fancy a crowbar to the knee, so he's taking a gracious step back from that. He'd be a fool not to imagine Nasir is approaching from behind, so he'll take a shot in the dark and swing his wrench backward at him, hoping the hit connects.

SOUNDS GOOD

[gladiayyygirl]

He keeps his eyes trained on their opponent but Gannicus can see in the background how Nasir moves. They don't need to speak, they don't need to even directly look at each other; Gannicus knows how the other man moves, he can guess his reactions and where he will aim. It's a useful skill that will stand him in good stead now.

Thor swings backwards towards Nasir and Gannicus takes that moment to press forward with his own attack, a second swing of the pipe to the knees that comes a little quicker and a little sharper than before. Big men fall hard, in Gannicus's experience, and he's keen to bring Thor a little closer to their own (considerably shorter) height.

That's one way to learn to wait for the cannon to fire

[calledmenasir]

Nasir easily dodged the wrench given that the swing was made blindly. He tried to keep his back to Thor and aimed his crowbar at him to attack from behind at the same time as Gannicus made his own assault. A move without honor, perhaps, but he never cared for that. As far as he was concerned, in battle all that mattered was taking out your enemy.

rise like a beautiful thornix

[worldsaway]

It's infuriating for Thor already, he is not one that takes loss easily. He had come into this with confidence, but these men do not fight like agents. There is no honor in the way they lash out, he thinks, but he refrains from protesting it.

He can't dodge both attacks and he knows Nasir would not be so foolish as to hang behind uselessly. He takes the swipe to his knee, trying his best to at least sweep away from that damned crowbar. It whistles past his ear, to close for comfort and his leg protests from the pain of the hit. His best bet, he thinks, is to get them even further down. He kicks his leg out, trying to knock Gannicus' leg out from under him and trip him up.

whats a canon anyway

[gladiayyygirl]

Gannicus leaps away from Thor's kick but not quite far enough away - Thor's reach is far longer than he anticipated, and a foot catches his knee with a crunch that Gannicus knows isn't a good sign. He curses in pain but doesn't nurse his injuries; ignoring the sharp jolt of pain that comes with putting weight on that particular leg he stands his ground and whirls around the press forward with a second attack - a third swing of the lead pipe, that this time comes much higher. Pain and the annoyance at having been caught by that kick to his legs makes Gannicus impatient - no more time for dancing around; the third swing aims to impact directly on the back of Thor's skull. A killing blow, he hopes.

[calledmenasir]

Nasir saw Gannicus moving to strike Thor's head so he moved to the side of his opponent while still angled to attack his back if called for. He was trying to block off as many places as he could so that it would be that much harder to dodge.

[worldsaway]

The crunch is the sound of satisfaction, but it's a very fleeting moment. He underestimated the force of his kick in his weakened state, he'd been relying on knocking Gannicus over. Instead, he's angered him and Nasir is closing in, preventing him from moving away from the act of vengeance of the crowbar.

It hits its mark without any wavering, Thor feels like his eyes have been knocked out of his skull from the force. Luckily, his skull is tough enough that the single hit would not kill him, but the dizziness and darkness filling his mind comes quickly. He slumps forward, hitting the ground with a thump, entirely down for the count. For now, anyway.