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thearena2014-12-10 11:11 am
tricksandmischief) wrote in thearena2014-12-10 11:11 am
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[In the shadows | Open]
Who| Loki Laufeyson (MCU) and open to all
What| Various exploration and fighting
Where| Inside the spaceport
When| Any time after the Cornucopia/First week
Warnings/Notes| May be violence
Clad in an appropriate green - although a very light green - as one of District Seven's tributes, Loki had reached the inside of the space port, but not without injury. The Cornucopia had been more brutal than he's expected and while he had come away with the needed cube and a case, it had been hard fought for. He hadn't even realised that the one he'd won it from was Steve Rogers, he only knew that it had been difficult enough as the man had been as strong as he and Loki's right arm and chest continued to pain him, even now. He was uncertain what the injuries were but they were hindering him and he wasn't pleased.
Once safely inside, he managed to find a temporarily safe spot to inspect what his prize was: within the case he found a phaser, 3 syringes with neurotoxin, pair of scissors, and flashlight. The scissors he was particularly happy about on first glance. Something sharp and weapon-like, especially good for someone used to using knife-like weapons. The rest he would figure out along he way. He was adaptable and enterprising and he would lurk in the shadows as much as he could. He would think nothing of literally backstabbing anyone here. His goal was survival and winning if he could, although his introduction to his first arena had shaken him a bit and dampened his cockiness.
But he was used to battles and he should treat this as such, when before he was treating it more like some flippant sort of game. It was time to be serious - and maybe put on something of a show to gain more favour.
He noticed, thankfully, that he felt stronger upon entering the spaceport too. He tested and also found that his illusions were back. Smirking, some cockiness returned and despite his injuries, he carefully made his way around the place to look for advantages and for his fellow tributes, hoping to pick them off one by one.
What| Various exploration and fighting
Where| Inside the spaceport
When| Any time after the Cornucopia/First week
Warnings/Notes| May be violence
Clad in an appropriate green - although a very light green - as one of District Seven's tributes, Loki had reached the inside of the space port, but not without injury. The Cornucopia had been more brutal than he's expected and while he had come away with the needed cube and a case, it had been hard fought for. He hadn't even realised that the one he'd won it from was Steve Rogers, he only knew that it had been difficult enough as the man had been as strong as he and Loki's right arm and chest continued to pain him, even now. He was uncertain what the injuries were but they were hindering him and he wasn't pleased.
Once safely inside, he managed to find a temporarily safe spot to inspect what his prize was: within the case he found a phaser, 3 syringes with neurotoxin, pair of scissors, and flashlight. The scissors he was particularly happy about on first glance. Something sharp and weapon-like, especially good for someone used to using knife-like weapons. The rest he would figure out along he way. He was adaptable and enterprising and he would lurk in the shadows as much as he could. He would think nothing of literally backstabbing anyone here. His goal was survival and winning if he could, although his introduction to his first arena had shaken him a bit and dampened his cockiness.
But he was used to battles and he should treat this as such, when before he was treating it more like some flippant sort of game. It was time to be serious - and maybe put on something of a show to gain more favour.
He noticed, thankfully, that he felt stronger upon entering the spaceport too. He tested and also found that his illusions were back. Smirking, some cockiness returned and despite his injuries, he carefully made his way around the place to look for advantages and for his fellow tributes, hoping to pick them off one by one.