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thearena2013-10-23 03:32 pm
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Who| Jack, Terezi and Calico
What| What is this alliance even
Where| The trees, the trees~
When| Sometime in Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Its Jack, Terezi, and Calico in the same post. Also beer. And possible talk of torture.
Jack had to admit, he was glad he had that poncho and the shoes he was wearing. Even in the trees, where there was plenty of cover, the rain made it extremely difficult to keep a good footing, not to mention soaked to the bone. He wasn't sure whether it was better or worse than the drought-plagued Arena he'd been in, or whether he was spending too much time comparing.
...What the hell was he saying, of course he wasn't spending too much time comparing. If anything, aside from moving trees and wondering why he was allied with with a troll, there was little else to do. Or see.
Though he was currently had a vantage point which allowed him to see what was happening on the ground. If a Tribute came by and tried to cause problems, he and Terezi would be ready. Just in case.
What| What is this alliance even
Where| The trees, the trees~
When| Sometime in Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Its Jack, Terezi, and Calico in the same post. Also beer. And possible talk of torture.
Jack had to admit, he was glad he had that poncho and the shoes he was wearing. Even in the trees, where there was plenty of cover, the rain made it extremely difficult to keep a good footing, not to mention soaked to the bone. He wasn't sure whether it was better or worse than the drought-plagued Arena he'd been in, or whether he was spending too much time comparing.
...What the hell was he saying, of course he wasn't spending too much time comparing. If anything, aside from moving trees and wondering why he was allied with with a troll, there was little else to do. Or see.
Though he was currently had a vantage point which allowed him to see what was happening on the ground. If a Tribute came by and tried to cause problems, he and Terezi would be ready. Just in case.
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Is that a pair of shoes?
Slowly, she bends down and grabs a reaonably sturdy, if dirty, branch from the ground.
"Who is it? Who's there? I'm... I'm armed!"
Her voice squeaks an octave higher than her usual childish voice. She is so not ready for this. So not armed. So not up for killing again.
And how bloody embarrassing would that be to be the first Victor dead - even before the bloody tributes.
It'll make her even more of a laughing stock than she already is.
Determined, she clutches the branch and brings it before her face, as if it were a sword.
"Come on! Come and fight me like a man. Or a tribute!"
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No matter his anger at Cal, he couldn't bring himself to kill her in cold blood. There were quite a few people he'd have no problem with doing it to. But...Cal? No.
At this, he looked down, knowing that, sooner or later, those vines would react to Calico's presence and try to attack her. So he readied himself to jump down for that.
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"That might just be the saddest thing I've ever smelled in my life." She sits down on the branch, her legs swinging idly but still out of reach. It's obviously that she doesn't feel threatened in the least. "What are you going to do? Close your eyes and swing at us like some kind of wriggler piñata game? Seriously, put the branch down before you hurt something other than your dignity. Hehe."
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"Are you the kid I were talking to on the network?" Probably not the most important question to be asking right now - but Cal at leasst wants to know who's laughing at her.
"Us? Who's us? Who else is up there with you? COME DOWN!" Cal calls up, tilting her head up and shouting at the shadows. "Come and face me like a tri-"
But her attention is taken then, by the vines slowly winding their way about her legs, and with a loud yell, she forgets all about Terezi and her accomplices and begins to try to hop about, almost, to get the vines off her legs and untangle herself from her latest predicament. She whacks out at the vines with her branch.
"Bloody! ROTTEN! arena!"
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But the reaction was almost immediate as he saw the vines attack.
Instantly, Jack was off the branch, jumping down to the ground below. Landing with a nice thud on the vines that were the source of Calico's distress nearby, he bent down, grabbed his knife from where it was hidden and slashed down hard at the thrashing plants.
It happened quite fast, and Jack's back was turned from Calico. Not to mention that, with his current state of dishevelment, Cal could easily be forgiven for not immediately realizing that it was Jack and not some other, random tall blonde guy.
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It's probably a good idea to help out the mentors, anyway. She's just not too thrilled with how loud this one is.
She doesn't jump down completely, though. Someone has to have more brains than that. At the lowest branch, Terezi wraps her legs around her perch and reaches her hand down to Cal.
"The ground's not safe," she calls over her shouting. "Grab my hand and I'll help you up." She's pretty confident that Jack can handle the vines while she helps Cal off the ground. He seems to know what he's doing better than the older mentor does.
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But sat up on the branch, she mutters her thanks to Terezi, and turns to look down at the man bashing her vines. And then she starts.
"Jack!"
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And, at last, he's ripped through the last vine. He quickly made his way back up the tree, his long arms allowing him to pull up and away from the vines before the could possibly recruit and counterattack.
And then, as he sat, looking down, it hit him. Calico. He was practically right next to her. And yet he couldn't look up at her. Not yet.
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Well, judging by the way he's not even looking at her, Terezi assumes that he's not ready to make any attempt at conversation with their newest addition. So she might as well break the silence for him.
"I asked him if he wanted to slit your throat and keep moving," she says out loud, directed at Calico. "But for some reason, he insisted on saving you. I'm pretty sure that's against the goal of this game, but I'm just a lowly tribute so what would I know."
You're welcome, Jack.
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"So you still have a little bit of love for your old mentor, then?" She drawled. She snorted.
"You're bloody mad, the pair of yer. But, for what it's worth - thanks."