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Who| Milla Vodello & You
What| Catch all log for Milla's first week in the arena, followed by her death.
Where| Around the arena.
When| Week 1 until her death
Warnings/Notes| Psychic shenanigans, anything else will be added.

[OPEN] General Wanderings

The quiet of the station wasn't quite as foreboding as it could have been really. The trickle of loud thoughts from those within her telepathy's range and the creaking of the space station itself was enough to help Milla adjust to her powers being back. The comfort of levitation and telepathy steadied her as she quietly floated along through the dilapidated halls of the station.

She slowly comes to a stop when she sees someone ahead of her. The real struggle is whether to back off or approach. The secret agent opts to approach cautiously but keeps some distance initially as she speaks up. Her voice is still quiet and measured to avoid having it echo. "Are you alright, darling?"

OPEN- After her fight with Venus

The Brazilian woman can only grimace openly as she clutches at her side. Everything aches in a way it hasn't in quite awhile. That fight had been an awful idea in the long run and Milla knows it. She'll beat herself up about it later.

Any curses she wants to spout are stilled as she finds a quiet corner to just sit down in. Her injuries aren't going to heal themselves, but she's been walking for awhile now. It certainly would be best to just rest for a short time. Whilst she's not the brightest of the colored jumpsuits the tributes were crammed in, a living person amongst all the wreckage of the station is a hard thing to miss. Even if Milla is doing her best to just remain quiet and still.

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The fact that Ruffnut not only understood the logic behind that, and agreed with it was probably a sign that she'd lost more blood then was healthy. Then again how much blood loss was healthy? She wasn't a medicine woman so how was she supposed to know?

Either way she hesitated and turned her back on Milla for a minute to consult with the orbs hanging off her.

"What do you guys think?"

"I think you're bleeding on me."

"She's got a point Ruff, it's not like we have a forge nearby that we can seal that wound up with."

"I know right? Some guys get all the fun." Ruffnut sighed taking a moment to fantasize about how horribly, mind numbingly painful it probably was to have to burn closed a wound of this size.

"Ruff! Focus here." barked the male orb and Ruffnut shook her head to clear it before turning back around and holding out her hastily wrapped arm.

"Yeah all right. But no funny stuff."

The blood soaked rags were greasy and practically useless at this point given how much they'd absorbed already. They were torn from what appeared to be someone else's space suit. Hopefully that person wouldn't be needing an airtight seal any time soon.

Underneath the rags where her elbow would normally continue into the rest of her arm and her hand the flesh was rough and jagged like it had been ripped away. A bit of bone protruded out from the mess and despite how incredibly cool Ruffnut thought that probably looked, she hadn't actually looked at it because it made her stomach churn and she didn't want to have to admit weakness to herself anymore then she already had to.

The discussion between the orbs and Ruffnut just make Milla's lips thin out slightly, but she doesn't comment on it. "I don't plan on it, dear." The woman promises easily, taking in the wound with a slight frown. If Ruffnut keeps wearing these soaked in rags, her death is going to happen relatively soon. The gore makes Milla's stomach twist, but she just smiles soothingly back at the teenager.

"Could you take a seat, sweetie? I saw some fabric nearby I can hopefully use to bind this up a bit better. It'll help things out considerably."

While Ruffnut's first instinct was to remain standing out of pure protest to doing what a stranger told her...a sit did sound really nice. Her head was starting to swim and she needed a minute to catch her breath.

"OK...thanks uh...whoever you are."

She promptly flopped down in the middle of the floor causing both the orbs to bounce off the ground and yelp out in simulated pain. She just smirked and swayed gently on the spot, legs sprawled out in front of her.

"This monster right? I thought maybe...just maybe I could tame it like a dragon? But she totally ripped my arm off." She explained watching the woman with unfocused eyes.

"I'm Milla." The Mental Minx offers in turn as she moves to root around the wreckage around them, relieved when she does find that tattered banner she thought she saw earlier. It's not the most sterile thing in the world, but it is better than Ruffnut's current wrappings. Milla comes back to where Ruffnut is seated, reaching out to gently start undoing the greasy bloodied binding.

"A monster-? I'm glad you got away, even if it ended up taking your arm." Another complication in this place it seems. "What was the monster like, sweetie-? So I can keep an eye out for it." There is no chiding for the arm being ripped off, really, Milla feels like the teenager will beat herself up over it later.

"Ruffnut." She answered and jerked her head to the two Orbs with glowing flickering eye lights.

"That's Hiccup and Astrid. They used to be my friends before they died and got put into those balls."

"We're still your friends Ruff." The blue one sighed exasperated.

"Yeah! You can trust us!" Called the green one.

Ruffnut pouted "Yeah well who's idea was it to try and make nice with the scary shadow monster thing?" She growled and the blue one made a noise like he was swallowing hard.

"It wasn't a bad idea..."

" Yeah you just did it wrong. You messed up like you always do. "

Despite the words being cruel Ruffnut laughed in a sheepish manner. "Yeah I guess I really do. Even without Tuffnut." Finally she glanced back to Milla "He's my twin back home."

Milla has to doubt the validity of talking orbs, but opts not to comment on it as she works. Milla wanted to avoid upsetting the teenager in the moment. "I see, certainly must be strange to have them in ball form now."

She sets aside the greasy bloody coated bandages on the floor. "Hopefully you and your friends know to avoid the creature now." She gave a interested noise at that, "A twin-? Is he as hardy as you are, dear?"

"No stranger then everything else around here. Did you know back in the Capitol they have people who like...their only job is apparently to make sure I don't have any leg or back or pit hair? Seriously how do people not freeze to death every winter?" She complained sounding faintly delirious as a cold sweat began to bead on her forehead. She wiped it away with her remaining arm and turned her gaze to the work Milla was doing.

"Yeah he's alright...I mean he's pretty stupid. And he goes out of his way to annoy me. But I guess I wouldn't mind having him around here...you know to die horribly a few times and come back like I have."

It was a clumsy save at the end because Ruffnut still didn't want to admit she missed him.

"You have to be hardy to be a viking on Berk. It's one of the toughest places ever."

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