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Danger in the Forest
Who| Vivi, Rick, and Daryl
What| The three make their first settlement in the woods annnnd a bad thing happens!
Where| The woods
When| Week 1, after the cornucopia run.
Warnings/Notes| Eyy! Appropriate music!
Vivi had considered going for the cornucopia, but watching other tributes scramble and struggle for the goods made him think otherwise. No matter how much he feels the need to survive, he can't chance it with having to hurt somebody else over supplies. The guilt gets to him even more as he continues to run and hear the screams behind him. He fell on his face once but was soon scooped up by Daryl who thankfully spotted him before anybody else could.
They had met up with Rick soon after and he was grateful to see that the two men weren't among those that have fallen so far. The relief is short lived for Vivi though when came a wordless understanding that their friend Beth didn't make it. Vivi never had been able to meet her despite being from the same district, but he could already tell that she meant a lot to Rick and Daryl. It must have been too late to save her if Daryl was able to rescue him in time. Would she have lived otherwise? He didn't want to over think it and can only hope to be able to meet her after this arena is over.
Even if Daryl and Rick hadn't been able to grab anything from the cornucopia, the trio have been able to set up a small camp of sorts. Vivi felt his magic back and was going to simply light the fireplace with a spell like he has many times before, but Rick and Daryl were quick and efficient in getting the fire started. The mage didn't want to bother them, given what just happened so he just followed along and did what he was told.
With their makeshift camp settled, Vivi shrugs off the wings that were put on him earlier and folds them neatly to set aside. He takes a seat on one of the unused logs, looking down at his gloved palms. His magic is back, but there's something off and fishy about it...and he can't help but wonder if the harmless flame over his head has something to do with it.
What| The three make their first settlement in the woods annnnd a bad thing happens!
Where| The woods
When| Week 1, after the cornucopia run.
Warnings/Notes| Eyy! Appropriate music!
Vivi had considered going for the cornucopia, but watching other tributes scramble and struggle for the goods made him think otherwise. No matter how much he feels the need to survive, he can't chance it with having to hurt somebody else over supplies. The guilt gets to him even more as he continues to run and hear the screams behind him. He fell on his face once but was soon scooped up by Daryl who thankfully spotted him before anybody else could.
They had met up with Rick soon after and he was grateful to see that the two men weren't among those that have fallen so far. The relief is short lived for Vivi though when came a wordless understanding that their friend Beth didn't make it. Vivi never had been able to meet her despite being from the same district, but he could already tell that she meant a lot to Rick and Daryl. It must have been too late to save her if Daryl was able to rescue him in time. Would she have lived otherwise? He didn't want to over think it and can only hope to be able to meet her after this arena is over.
Even if Daryl and Rick hadn't been able to grab anything from the cornucopia, the trio have been able to set up a small camp of sorts. Vivi felt his magic back and was going to simply light the fireplace with a spell like he has many times before, but Rick and Daryl were quick and efficient in getting the fire started. The mage didn't want to bother them, given what just happened so he just followed along and did what he was told.
With their makeshift camp settled, Vivi shrugs off the wings that were put on him earlier and folds them neatly to set aside. He takes a seat on one of the unused logs, looking down at his gloved palms. His magic is back, but there's something off and fishy about it...and he can't help but wonder if the harmless flame over his head has something to do with it.
tree attack! let me know if this doesn't work
People change, who they used to be gets burned away, time and again, like Carol had said — except he isn't sure he believes that, even now. Because he hadn't changed, not exactly. When given the opportunity, the incentive, he had become more fully himself. The potential had always existed in him to be who he is now, but circumstances had worked against him for most of his life, nearly snuffing it out. Still, that potential had already been there.
He's pretty sure it holds true for everyone else as well. Even people like Joe and his group. Terminus. The 'Governor'.
But he can forgive that way of thinking; he understands he had a fundamentally different upbringing than Carol — than Rick, and all the rest of their group — one where 'change' was too much like a convenient excuse for the reprehensible things people did. As though it absolved them of responsibility. He can still remember his uncle Jess's pained look as he'd muttered about how alcoholism had changed Daryl's old man. How his mama burning herself up had changed him. Sure hadn't made the beatings hurt any less.
His bitter thoughts are diluted by Vivi's response, and he returns the mage's look. "Remember you sayin' something before about travelling." And it's partly why he'd thought camping might be a happier topic to think on. In his and Rick's cases, maybe the past is too full of hazards to ever be safely discussed.
"Did you get t'see much of your world? What was—" He cuts himself off and immediately tenses, casting an alarmed look at the undulating, rumbling ground as he shifts back into a crouch. A second later he's scrambling away from the immense tree he'd been leaning on, but it's too late — dead, brittle leaves rain down as the branches suddenly come to life, creaking dreadfully, reaching directly for the trio. One catches Daryl by the ankle and wraps around it, its grip as solid and unyielding as steel, effectively pinning him. While reaching toward the campfire, he's roughly yanked backwards across the ground with a startled grunt, then the ground falls away as he's lifted as though he weighs nothing, more branches coming to coil around him despite his struggling.