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thearena2015-05-30 01:20 pm
metalicarus) wrote in thearena2015-05-30 01:20 pm
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Angels dressed in black
Who| Jet and Sam
What| Flying high and taking a flock of crows to the face
Where| Most of the arena, in the sky
When| Early week 0
Warnings/Notes| None right now! Just a couple of birds.
As soon as he'd gotten his cybernetics back, he'd made to hide away until he could regroup with his friends. That didn't happen immediately.
The first day was spent checking out the village and making use of those gloves he'd been given to draw out a pair of daggers he felt comfortable using from the fires of the local forge. Unfortunately, swords still weren't his specialty. However, the armory also had the tools needed to make the stupid apron he'd been given into a bag to carry stuff, so he dedicated his day to that only pausing to hide away whenever someone else came in to check out the smithy.
With his cybernetics in tact, he kept to only the daggers and shoved the gloves away into the new pack, allowing him to set out and explore wherever else his feet took him. However, it didn't take long to notice the light constantly hovering above him like a beacon. He had some theories about that, but he wouldn't know for sure until he ran into someone else, since it was clear to see he wasn't the only one with this problem but it certainly wasn't everyone.
He'd been skirting the edges of the woods when a crack of movement came from somewhere behind him. He drew one of his daggers and slid behind a tree, waiting for the person to get nearer to see if they were following him or if it was simply a coincidence.
As the person got closer, Jet went tense and when they were only a few feet from the tree, Jet whipped out from behind it with the dagger raised towards the potential assailant's face. It could be no one, or it could be an actual threat, whichever it was, Jet wasn't taking any chances. He was still on edge waiting for the gamemakers to come down on him for his actions, it wouldn't surprise him if they sent a mutt on him this early on.
What| Flying high and taking a flock of crows to the face
Where| Most of the arena, in the sky
When| Early week 0
Warnings/Notes| None right now! Just a couple of birds.
As soon as he'd gotten his cybernetics back, he'd made to hide away until he could regroup with his friends. That didn't happen immediately.
The first day was spent checking out the village and making use of those gloves he'd been given to draw out a pair of daggers he felt comfortable using from the fires of the local forge. Unfortunately, swords still weren't his specialty. However, the armory also had the tools needed to make the stupid apron he'd been given into a bag to carry stuff, so he dedicated his day to that only pausing to hide away whenever someone else came in to check out the smithy.
With his cybernetics in tact, he kept to only the daggers and shoved the gloves away into the new pack, allowing him to set out and explore wherever else his feet took him. However, it didn't take long to notice the light constantly hovering above him like a beacon. He had some theories about that, but he wouldn't know for sure until he ran into someone else, since it was clear to see he wasn't the only one with this problem but it certainly wasn't everyone.
He'd been skirting the edges of the woods when a crack of movement came from somewhere behind him. He drew one of his daggers and slid behind a tree, waiting for the person to get nearer to see if they were following him or if it was simply a coincidence.
As the person got closer, Jet went tense and when they were only a few feet from the tree, Jet whipped out from behind it with the dagger raised towards the potential assailant's face. It could be no one, or it could be an actual threat, whichever it was, Jet wasn't taking any chances. He was still on edge waiting for the gamemakers to come down on him for his actions, it wouldn't surprise him if they sent a mutt on him this early on.
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And made finding the ones in here that he hadn't already found his priority.
That's one of the reasons he's out hunting right now - that, and finding resources. None of them had come out with anything at the Cornucopia, if they'd run for it, and they're running a little low at the moment.
Then he sees something flashing from the edge of the woods up ahead, a glint of metal, and his pulse picks up. Metal means Bucky or Jet as far as he's concerned, and he's about to call out when his senses come to him. In the arena, metal might also be something very unfriendly, and he'd be stupid to alert to his position if whatever it is hasn't seen him yet.
He slows his pace, fingers curling around the rusted piece of metal that serves as the best he's got for a weapon at the moment.
And then raises it automatically when someone lunges out of the trees at him, only to drop it in the same moment when he realizes who it is. Sam ducks backward, hands up and hoping Jet recognizes him before he gets a dagger to the face.
"Jet, it's me!"
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"Shit, Sam, I'm sorry. I thought you might be a mutt or something."
He'd gotten nervous and paranoid and twitchy and he'd nearly shoved a knife into his best friend's face for it. He needed to breathe. A hand went up to wipe at his face as habit dictated, but it paused half way through as he remembered the bruising on half his face and stopped.
"I was hoping to find you, just didn't know where to look." Although, now that he'd found him, one of the theories he'd thought of proved more than likely as Sam didn't have that tell-tale light, likely because he didn't have any powers.
Great. something else to deal with.
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Seeing Jet with the light shining on him is more confirmation of what Sam’d been assuming, as well - he’s seen it on Bucky, Terezi, Psiioniic, and now Jet, but not on Clint or himself, and that’s gotta be because they’re both just regular humans.
Well. He hadn’t seen it on Steve, either, but that’s more complicated, and not something to go into when Sam’s more concerned about Jet’s state.
“Shit, man, what happened? You go for the Cornucopia?”
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"No, Peacekeepers decided to use me as a punching bag." It couldn't really be called a fight when Jet hadn't put up much resistance once they'd shown up. "I...I punched Sigma Klim." Several times. And then Jet had thrown him into the wall and against some trash cans, but that wasn't really the point. Unfortunately, Jet sounded less like he was guilty for doing it and more that he felt guilty for getting caught.
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And it means he wishes like fucking hell they weren’t in the arena, because there’s a lot of stuff Sam wants to say to that that he wouldn’t even feel comfortable saying in the training center, let alone in the middle of an arena when everything is being broadcasted.
’You said you wouldn’t disappear,’ top among them, because yeah, Sam’s a little bit terrified even thinking about what that punishment’s gonna look like.
“Gonna tell me you had a disagreement?” He did tell Jet he could call the next time he punched someone that, after all.
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"I'm sorry, Sam. I know what I promised...I flew off the handle." Old habits died hard and Sam hadn't known him back then, hadn't known this had always been a possibility, Jet had simply hoped he'd be smarter than that and think before he leapt. "I don't know what they might try to do in the arena, they could probably do anything they damn well pleased, so it might be better if we split up for a while. I can take care of myself and I know you've got people to take care of." He'd seen how Sam had gone for Clint and Jet thought he'd seen someone who he'd dismissed as 'not Steve' until Bucky charged for him, so here was clearly something going on there. The last thing Jet wanted to do was bring more danger to them.
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But he knows what an effort in futility it’d be, knows exactly what the result would be. What the result is, and for a ridiculous moment he’s tempted just to grab Jet and hold onto him the way he had after the mission’d gone sour. He’d known what they were promising each other was basically a lie even back then, he just… hadn’t thought he’d have to face that so quickly.
His eyes flash when Jet suggests they split up, and he reaches out without thinking about it, curling his hand around Jet’s arm. “Yeah, and all of them would say the exact same thing to me if I let ‘em. We’re brothers, man. Anything that comes after you comes after me, that’s just the way it is. It’ll be a hell of a lot easier on me if I don’t have to chase your ass around, too.”