Team...whatsit.

[forgetfulmind]

WHO Ariadne, Amy Reese, Kaidan, Garrus, Sheppard? I think that's everyone.
WHAT Mingle post for the awesome team of soon-to-fail.
WHERE Up near the showline. Let's say... 3-I? Maybe they found a good campsite there, by the stream? I'm thinking Amy and Ariadne found the camp while Kaidan was off doing his open-log things. If there are objections to this, let me know! Happy to edit.
WHEN Wednesday - Friday
NOTES Tag around, form threads, mingle and do stuff. Time is flexible, and mods might toss in an attack or two, so be wary.

The campsite is a secluded clearing, close to the snow, colder than the low altitudes but perhaps safer. Rocky ledges provide some shelter from the elements, and a cold snow-fed stream flows by.

Wednesday night, after the camp is first established, a silver parachute drops in with a blanket and a box of matches.

After Garrus joins, more gifts come, in the form of food for him and a couple more blankets.

All in all, it's starting to feel more like a camping trip than a fight to the death.

Of course, this is soon to change.

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[implant]

The implication makes Kaidan's resolve snap. Mutant, freak, subpar-- subhuman-- all the insults he's faced for being born a biotic come right back at him and it's like seeing the talon Vyrnnus kept on his belt come out, feeling it along his skin. The spike comes without his permission and suddenly he's throwing Shepard against a tree with as much force as he has; a full on kick that leaves Kaidan unsteady, the wind pushed out of his chest. His skin glows blue as he stumbles, the pain from such a move making the world white out for a second. He's surprised his nose isn't bleeding-- maybe it is, he can't tell.

He hasn't lost control like that in over ten years. He's practices-- he's made himself a fortress; the desperate hold over what he is, who he is... it's shattered, infiltrated easily by the woman who once helped him keep the resolve strong. There's some kind of poetic justice there, but Kaidan is too busy backing up into the stream and pushing on his blue eyes, trying to force the biotics back, to notice.

[galaxyherder]

She sees it coming; the glow of biotic blue. It's a sight she's seen on more occasions than she would dare try and count, but never from Kaidan. There isn't much she can do about it though, other than ride it out. No shielding to protect her, no armor to soften the blow, she braces herself for impact and hears herself hit before she feels it.

She's six and a half feet back from where she'd been just a moment ago. Would have been more if the tree hadn't been in the way. Half her back will be bruised black by nightfall, but she doesn't think anything's broken. The worse of it is the breathing. She staggers forward, breathless and dazed and seething.

"You feel better, Alenko?!" she attempts to yell at him, though she's barely gasped down enough air in her lungs to get it out. It's taking all she has not to chase him down, throw him on the ground and literally try and beat some sense into him. Its lucky for him right now she can't breathe. Even though Kaidan's not a small man to say the least and Shepard isn't particularly statuesque, even for a woman, she's pretty sure she can take him. And right now, she couldn't care less about his goddamn headaches, he had better come back here and finish this.

[implant]

"Shit!" Kaidan struggles to keep his footing before the barrier around his sets off-- the charge in the air suddenly gone and when he looks up, his eyes are brown again. There's spots along the edges of his vision but he manages to control himself enough to get out of the stream, looking for where Shepard landed. He hadn't killed her-- that's... well, that's a plus. Kaidan isn't sure what he'd do if that happened. It look him a long time to rationalize what happened at BAaT, at least there he'd been in immediate physical danger. Here, with Shepard? No, she hadn't even threatened him.

He can hear her struggle for each breath, see how she drags herself up to her feet-- God, he has a fight on his hands and he doesn't even want one anymore. All he wants it to slink off and rebuild something akin to self-control, even if he knows that... it shatters. It's been over 13 years since he got back from Brain Camp; since he had to see his mother look at him with fear in her eyes-- "I'm sorry, Shepard." The apology fixes nothing, but he has to say it.

[galaxyherder]

She struggles for another breath and gives a small shake of her head as though that might do something for the vertigo. It doesn't, but she knows it'll recede soon enough.

"What the hell was that?!" she's still pissed enough that the blur in her vision might not all be from the blow she just took; there might be a little rage in there as well. But Kaidan's apology registers and her vision hasn't blurred enough for her to miss the change in his stance and the absence of flickering blue. If he were anyone else, she isn't sure she'd give them the chance to explain. But she started this conversation with the intention of fixing things; to prove to him that she's still the same person. A good person. So she gives him this one free pass and hopes he takes advantage of it.

[implant]

"It won't happen again." Kaidan's voice is strung out and weak, no better than Shepard's. Kaidan doesn't want to bring up the past that Shepard dug up after he buried it deep; doesn't want to admit the scar was torn open after taking so long to heal. He'll fix it, he'll accept what happened and move on. It's all he can do. In the mean time, he hurt Shepard. He knows that won't end well. Shepard might as well kill him, it's not like he'll be able to put up much of a fight when all he feels is empty and drained, like the power has just washed away. "Just a flairup."

[galaxyherder]

Just a flairup, he says like it's an excuse. And she supposes it almost is. She's read his file. They've had their discussions. But she's not quite willing to say that it makes everything ok.

She wills herself to stand up straight. Act like nothing hurts her; like every muscle in her body isn't screaming in pain right now. Not just to prove to Kaidan that he can't knock her down so easily, metaphorically or otherwise, but for anyone else who might be watching. She hasn't even considered that possibility until now; she'd been worried over people like Amy or Ariadne or some other unknown tribute hearing them argue. It wouldn't have exactly built up a very trusting relationship in an already tenuous situation. But there is the rest of this world to consider. The outside world she knows next to nothing about. The ones who built this Arena; the ones who put them all here; the ones who are watching people run and fight and bleed and die for their pleasure and entertainment. And that's when the light clicks.

She and Kaidan have a million eyes on them right now. For the last few minutes, they have certainly been 'entertaining,' and there is something about that which angers her even more. But not the immediate, violent kind of anger. No. It's a duller, deeper, darker kind of anger that makes her re-evaluate her priorities; find a new target and lock it in her sights.

Shepard won't fight Kaidan. Not for herself and her own pride, not for Kaidan because he needs a good punch to the head still... but largely, she won't do it for them.

She huffs out a sad excuse for a sigh. It sounds a bit more like a groan that she'd like, but she lets herself relax, just slightly. Softens her gaze just enough so that she doesn't look like she wants to kill him, and says, "Goddamn it, Kaidan. I'm on your side! I've always been on your side."

[implant]

Kaidan looks at her; watches how she moves-- how she stands like he'd never thrown her against a tree, like anything he did to her would never actually phase her. That's Commander Shepard. She's... She's made from something different, something the rest of them lacked. Her words just drive the point home. He bows his head then, unwilling to look at her. "I know."

The words make something hard sink in his gut, like the ultimatum has been dropped. Kaidan rubs his eyes gingerly, the migraine springing up from the back of his neck out. He was a fool in more ways than he wanted to list. Shepard was trying to help him and in return he threw her into a tree because she just kept at him; managing to chip a way through each barrier made. She was strong, bullheaded... God, and she was even dropping this of all things.

"I know, Shepard."

[galaxyherder]

"Do you?" she asks, because as much as she wants to hear that, she isn't sure she believes it just yet. "Because that will not happen again," it's an order that she hopes she won't have to enforce. But she will. Even if she doesn't like it... she will.

She breathes in her first nearly painless breath and lifts her hand to rub at her neck. Every motion hurts but she won't let it show on her face. She's had worse. Will probably take worse too, before the lights go out. But that won't be today.

"This can't work if it does," she makes a vague hand gesture at the word and will let Kaidan interpret it how he wants. This alliance here in the arena. This friendship balancing on the edge of a knife. "And I want to make it work."

[implant]

Kaidan finally brings his hand up to his face and when he pulls back there's a slick of copper along his palm. It takes a second before he looks back up at Shepard; the form she holds over everyone she's met. This is the Commander. It makes Kaidan's chest ache. She only looks a little tussled, only just slightly off. Kaidan should know that by now. Shepard never stood down.

"It won't happen again." It's the best Kaidan can say at this time. He can't say he accepts Shepard yet-- but he won't hurt her again. Shepard just proved what Kaidan had been looking for. The only blood spilt here was by his own hand, by his own stupidity. She hadn't even given him a returning blow. He brings the back of his wrist up under his nose, choking back on the blood that gets his his mouth.

[galaxyherder]

She can't quite believe the words that come out of her mouth, but sure enough, "Are you going to be alright?" echos through the air almost as soon as she sees the blood.

He just finished telling her he wasn't even sure she was human anymore and proceeded to throw her into a tree, and there she was, asking him if he was ok. And the worst of it is, she isn't sure that this is atypical behavior for herself. People have this tendency to think she's some untouchable, larger-than-life kind of person, but she's really just a sucker sometimes; protective of hers and her own to almost a fault. She'll cross galaxies for those she cares for in a heartbeat, so it's easy to cross an ice-cold stream, even if every step makes her chew on the inside of her cheek just to keep herself from groaning in pain.

She doesn't touch him. Doesn't actually get quite close enough to do so, since it's highly likely he's about to brush her off anyway. But she's near enough that she can look into his dark eyes and see clear signs of pain there.

[implant]

Kaidan startles, shocking upwards when she asks if he's alright. Just because it was his blood drawn didn't mean he was the injured one. Shepard hit the tree hard and Kaidan knows she's battling down pain as if it was nothing. If she's lucky, she didn't break anything, but considering their luck of late? God, how is she even walking? Kaidan straightens up when she approaches, brown eyes flickering down to his feet as he keeps himself desperately steady. His body is tight, held still by sheer willpower-- and he stands like Shepard is once again his commanding officer. "I'll be fine in a bit." Does she even care why it happened? He's lucky he's learnt to function with migraines, or else moving right now would be impossible.

[galaxyherder]

"You and me both," she jokes, because it's just easier. It isn't really all that good of a joke though. Especially since it's a lie. She'll be feeling this for days, and she's no expert, but she's pretty sure his super-charged migraines don't just linger around for a minute or two.

"We're... pretty screwed up out here, aren't we?" she means that one though. On so many levels, she means it.

[implant]

Kaidan laughs, but it's a dark thing, not at all sounding like anything good. "Yeah, I'd say." They're a mess, and he's sure the crowd is just eating it up. It makes him feel dirty, the idea that all this was caught on camera. What just happened was supposed to be private-- but nothing ever is here, a fact Kaidan is memorizing slowly. Just one of the things he's going to need to get used to.

[galaxyherder]

She offers a smile, a small one, but genuine. "We'll get through it though," she says and reaches out to touch his shoulder. A friendly gesture, but it doesn't linger long. "We always get through it."

She can't bring herself to say that she doesn't really feel so certain of that this time. Rats in a cage rigged up like a time bomb, and all she has is a blade, a blanket and the clothes on her back. Now of course, she has Garrus and... she has Kaidan too, she thinks. She hopes. And hope? Well, she could do with a little more of that.

[implant]

Kaidan offers her a smile in response to the touch; something that actually warms his eyes instead of just being put on to calm others. "Sometimes." The destruction of the Normandy is still a fresh wound. "We'll definitely need better luck for that." Kaidan feels like something has changed between them, that there's something old settling back between them. He's not sure if he wants to part with that yet.

[galaxyherder]

Its good to see some light in his eyes. To feel, if only a little, like there's some understanding between them. She knows that they can't possibly just go back to how they were, but, for now at lest, they can only go up from here.

"Maybe a little," she agrees, lightheartedly. Because isn't that an understatement. Luck hasn't exactly been on their side lately.