thearena | Resting for a moment [open]

WHO | Pruna and anyone
WHAT | Pruna late in week 3, after killing Malfoy.
WHEN | Late in week 3
WHERE | Tomorrowland
WARNINGS |

The little girl sat leaning against one of the ruined buildings, hidden from view yet able to see far enough to run from danger. She was exhausted, she might be used to never having a full nights sleep but this constant running and fighting and running again was getting to her. She was staying in this place for the moment, it had food and there was no use in going back to the place with the castle. Not now Adel was gone.

She had been so mad when she came back from the feast to find the alien gone, she had thought she had ran off and it wasn't until her picture came up in the sky that she realised she'd been killed. Stupid alien, couldn't even last a couple of hours without her help.

Aliens were on her list of things that she didn't like, as well as mice, ducks and cats. Pruna had a nasty scratch on her side from a run in with a cat that had far too many claws for her liking. It had tasted nice though even if it had taken her far too long to light a fire and she had had to run the moment it was cooked in case anyone came after her.

She probably looked a frightening sight, her face was smeared with dirt and blood, luckily the black clothes she wore hid the worst of it and she was sat making a flower chain, knife in hand in case she was disturbed. No one was going to steal her stuff, or kill her. Since learning that this was a different world and she had been kidnapped she was determined to survive, survive and go back home and convince Elina she really hadn't ran away.

She missed her sister, and hated that she was being kept here and hated that she hurt so much. She had used the medicine she had gotten in the feast to heal her worst cut but there were lots more. She froze thinking she had heard a sound and glanced round warily.

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So weapons coming from the sky was a normal thing here, apparently. What a shame that it was only the little ones.

"Then it looks like you got a better gift than I did." Though it was better than nothing. "Maybe it's to even the score up some. What fun is it to give the good weapons to the best?" she added with a cocky smile, though the joking tone is obvious.

The girl pulled a face, "I did be being fine before I did be getting it too. Cinna did be saying people help you when they do be liking you, so they must just be wanting me to be winning."

"It would give them a show, at least," she snorted, but immediate reaction aside, this was good information. Maybe someone was actually watching out for her, even if it wasn't her bloated old god. "Who do be Cinna be?" she drawled, casually mocking but also legitimately interested.

She pulled a face but answered the question. "Cinna do be a stylist that do be someone who do be making clothes. They do be being important here."

She smirked. "And it do be 'who do Cinna be.' You did be using too many be's."

"Oh, begging your pardon," she said, amused. "I'll take lessons from you on what is too many be's, shall I?"

But a stylist who made clothes? Perhaps he was responsible for the ridiculous outfit. "It's unfortunate that he hasn't seen any other clothes in his life, for him to come up with something like this."

"Yes you should be," No one else that she had met here spoke like her. Which was weird, they all spoke like Priestess Elina and Kant.

"Well I did be seeing the clothes in the city, these do be being normal compared to them. People did be wearing feathers like they did be birds."

"I didn't see any city," she said, suddenly looking serious. "I showed off for those men and found myself here."

But there was a city nearby, was there...? Beyond the strange wreckage left behind here, of course; there were no people here.

"Oh. There did be a city. You must have been coming after we did be starting." She shrugged, "You will no be seeing it unless you do be winning. But you do no be missing anything, it do be being stupid."

"Well, I'll have to see for myself, as I plan on winning." And perhaps from this city she would head home; she would put up with a lot of stupidity for that. For now. Until she can return later, and take her revenge on those who forced her here.

"Well I do be wishing you luck with that." Pruna gave her a small smile, glad to finally meet someone who didn't whine about having to kill people.

"It would be partly do to you, if I get a weapon of my own. Be appealing, you said?" Be appealing to who was the important question; she didn't see anyone around who would help. "Or, of course, you could donate your own to my cause."

"Yes, but I do be thinking that did be when we did be in the city, so you might not be having much luck..." Because no one could see them here, so they couldn't exactly impress anyone.

At the last part though her eyes flashed suspiciously and she skittered backwards. "I do no be being stupid."

Damn. She thought as much; she'd just have to make do with what she had... or what she could scavenge.

She laughed, holding her empty hands up again. "I meant nothing else by it. I swear by my name."

More suspicious glaring, she kept watching the woman as if expecting her to attack.

She had no idea how strong an oath on one's name was but she nodded slowly.

She kept her hands up, backing up slowly. "If it makes you more comfortable, I'll leave. I don't kill children unless I have to." And she hadn't quite reached that level yet.

"Well I do be having no such policies on killing adults." She bared her teeth.

"That would make this one of those situations when I kill children." But she doesn't look worried, more like she's playing around.

"You would have to be catching me first." And her body was ready to run, if Asha made any threatening moves at all.

"Aye, that I would, but I think you'd make that difficult." And she kept walking backwards, ready to go about her business-- though not too oblivious to the chance of attack.

"I would be." She smirked at her and then not wanting to risk an attack lept backwards, disappearing into the trees.

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god I'm so sorry I've been so slow

no worries!

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