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thearena2013-07-19 09:48 pm
pythianjudgment) wrote in thearena2013-07-19 09:48 pm
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Who| the Signless, Terezi (Later: Terezi, Signless, Initiate, Redglare, Nepeta)
What| Terezi has split off from the group to take her usual Cornucopia-hunting duty, and Signless is her pack-mule. Cue chatting about Rebellion and other topics while they traverse the sands. (Later: Terezi slits Signless's throat because no one needs a Rebel victor. There are mixed reactions on this.)
Where| Desert arena.
When| Week 3, Mon-Tues-ish. (Later: Thurs-Friday-ish?)
Warnings/Notes| Death, blood/gore?
Splitting up every few hours had become almost like a schedule of itself. It was a routine she and the Initiate had fallen into: Cover more ground separately, then return for a few hours to share spoils and recuperate. It was a good system, and Terezi usually spent her time scouting for the Cornucopia and gathering food. She could leave the actual killing to her partner, as far as she was concerned. It suited him far better than it did her.
This time, however, she was quick to claim Signless as a traveling partner. "Someone has to carry the shit I find," she stated, rather bluntly without even trying to mask her disdain for his uselessness. "He's the only one who can't fight, so he'll earn his keep with me."
She didn't mention her promise to Karkat--to keep him safe. Or her intention to keep him away from the other two highbloods as much as possible. It didn't matter if one was her partner and the other was her ancestor. She had a job to do, and she didn't trust them not to mess it up. Nepeta, she could have trusted, but... There were a couple things she was curious about, and no one else really needed to be privy to them.
It's at least a good hour of walking before Terezi finally gets around to a topic more meaningful than polite but intermittent chatter. She seems to take an interest in Signless for a few seconds, sizing him up and down with a few sniffs before speaking.
"So... It is really no secret by now that the Helmsman absolutely hates your guts... But for all the boonbucks in the known universe, I can't figure out why. You are kinda worthless as a hate-machine, you know?"
What| Terezi has split off from the group to take her usual Cornucopia-hunting duty, and Signless is her pack-mule. Cue chatting about Rebellion and other topics while they traverse the sands. (Later: Terezi slits Signless's throat because no one needs a Rebel victor. There are mixed reactions on this.)
Where| Desert arena.
When| Week 3, Mon-Tues-ish. (Later: Thurs-Friday-ish?)
Warnings/Notes| Death, blood/gore?
Splitting up every few hours had become almost like a schedule of itself. It was a routine she and the Initiate had fallen into: Cover more ground separately, then return for a few hours to share spoils and recuperate. It was a good system, and Terezi usually spent her time scouting for the Cornucopia and gathering food. She could leave the actual killing to her partner, as far as she was concerned. It suited him far better than it did her.
This time, however, she was quick to claim Signless as a traveling partner. "Someone has to carry the shit I find," she stated, rather bluntly without even trying to mask her disdain for his uselessness. "He's the only one who can't fight, so he'll earn his keep with me."
She didn't mention her promise to Karkat--to keep him safe. Or her intention to keep him away from the other two highbloods as much as possible. It didn't matter if one was her partner and the other was her ancestor. She had a job to do, and she didn't trust them not to mess it up. Nepeta, she could have trusted, but... There were a couple things she was curious about, and no one else really needed to be privy to them.
It's at least a good hour of walking before Terezi finally gets around to a topic more meaningful than polite but intermittent chatter. She seems to take an interest in Signless for a few seconds, sizing him up and down with a few sniffs before speaking.
"So... It is really no secret by now that the Helmsman absolutely hates your guts... But for all the boonbucks in the known universe, I can't figure out why. You are kinda worthless as a hate-machine, you know?"