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thearena2013-08-02 11:07 pm
whoseesbynight) wrote in thearena2013-08-02 11:07 pm
End of the Line
Who| Nepeta and Lindsey
What| A hunting trip ends in unexpected murder.
Where| The desert
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| Death for sure, possibly other things as well
All things considered, Nepeta wasn't terribly surprised to find things getting more interesting - in more ways than one - but even so there were things that needed to be done. As much as she hadn't been certain about Signless's death, there were still people in their little group, and that meant that they needed to be fed. Given that no one else had said anything otherwise, there was no reason to assume that the important duty of hunting had fallen to anyone else.
Of course, there was the ever present problem of actually finding something that would suit their needs. The elk she'd had might have been more than enough for a while, but that's hardly any guarantee, and with the weeks dragging on, it would only be logical to assume that there would be fewer and fewer animals to hunt profitably.
She wasn't about to let it stop her, but it did mean that she'd been having to go further and further afield and without any cover, she's more than a little obvious as she makes her way through the desert, even if she does try to keep low to the ground as much as possible. Unfortunately, it's starting to look like this is going to be a fruitless attempt, and she's just about decided to turn back when she spots an unfamiliar figure not too far away.
Her first - and immediate - reaction is to freeze. She knows that not everyone is going to be as kind as the young man who shared his elk and in the absence of any indication otherwise, her immediate assumption is that this stranger is hostile at the best.
What| A hunting trip ends in unexpected murder.
Where| The desert
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| Death for sure, possibly other things as well
All things considered, Nepeta wasn't terribly surprised to find things getting more interesting - in more ways than one - but even so there were things that needed to be done. As much as she hadn't been certain about Signless's death, there were still people in their little group, and that meant that they needed to be fed. Given that no one else had said anything otherwise, there was no reason to assume that the important duty of hunting had fallen to anyone else.
Of course, there was the ever present problem of actually finding something that would suit their needs. The elk she'd had might have been more than enough for a while, but that's hardly any guarantee, and with the weeks dragging on, it would only be logical to assume that there would be fewer and fewer animals to hunt profitably.
She wasn't about to let it stop her, but it did mean that she'd been having to go further and further afield and without any cover, she's more than a little obvious as she makes her way through the desert, even if she does try to keep low to the ground as much as possible. Unfortunately, it's starting to look like this is going to be a fruitless attempt, and she's just about decided to turn back when she spots an unfamiliar figure not too far away.
Her first - and immediate - reaction is to freeze. She knows that not everyone is going to be as kind as the young man who shared his elk and in the absence of any indication otherwise, her immediate assumption is that this stranger is hostile at the best.
I'm so sorry this took so long. Things came up and I got behind in my tags.
So he went hunting again, or attempted to, but rather than find another elk, or bison, or the gleaming copper tent that boiled you alive even while supplying you with survival items, it was a strange little grey creature he came across.
Was it real? Or another of his hallucinations?
Regardless, he pointed his scythe towards the creature. "What are you?"
He suppose he struck as quite a sight, his Batman outfit in tatters on him and his scythe caked with dried and baked blood. He probably looked as much of a monster as this strange grey thing with orange horns did to him.
No worries. We can be late furever :33
(Ranged weapons were less fun to have to deal with, but if she was careful about it, she might be able to manage. Especially if she managed a good shot with her crossbow before hand.)
"A troll, of course," she answered. "Just like all the others."
Still, she supposed it was possible not everyone in the Capitol had actually met one of the few trolls hanging around the place and she wouldn't really blame him for not doing so. Not when they were so badly outnumbered.