Drominad Hunger Games - RP

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

 

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School been busy? (And yes, you have been one of the more active peoples)

 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Just now, Mag said:

 

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HI! 

 

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

 

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Yes TwT I kept putting off missing assignments, my meds weren't really helping me, etc. Im barely pulling through ^^"

 

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

 

 

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*hug* I wondered... Glad you're alright.

(The mods are starting to crack down on signature lengths, so might want to get it to 3-4 lines if/when you have time)

 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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Ill cross that bridge when I get to it \:P

 

[Mags she/they]

4 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

 

 

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Well I'm glad to hear from you, even if things haven't been great!!!!!! I haven't been as active I used to be as well . . . exams and graduation and all that

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

 

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[Unintelligenius he/him]

On 4/8/2025 at 7:09 AM, Spark of Hope said:

 

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I'm alive and somewhat active

 

[Through the Living Hope]

35 minutes ago, Uninteligenius said:

 

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Fair 

When I say “active” I mean typically consistently on 

 

[Through the Living Hope]

@Mag @TheRavenHasLanded @Through The Living Glass @Uninteligenius @The Aspiring Archivist

A parachute drifts down from the sky. If you are alone, it’s just for you. If you’re with a partner, there is one for the both of you. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

23 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

@Mag @TheRavenHasLanded @Through The Living Glass @Uninteligenius @The Aspiring Archivist

A parachute drifts down from the sky. If you are alone, it’s just for you. If you’re with a partner, there is one for the both of you. 

Aerol looked up curiously and paddled over to them.

@Uninteligenius

[Through the Living Hope]

22 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Aerol looked up curiously and paddled over to them.

@Uninteligenius

It floated on the water. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

6 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

It floated on the water. 

She picked one up.

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

She picked one up.

It read,

You are two of the remaining five tributes. If you two are the last tributes remaining after this battle, you will both go free. This is not ideal, but if one of you dies, so does the other, and we need a victor. 

Each of you may request a weapon from the Gamemakers for this battle. Know that this will be the final form of external assistance. 

Four bland ration bars sat beneath the note. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said:

It read,

You are two of the remaining five tributes. If you two are the last tributes remaining after this battle, you will both go free. This is not ideal, but if one of you dies, so does the other, and we need a victor. 

Each of you may request a weapon from the Gamemakers for this battle. Know that this will be the final form of external assistance. 

Four bland ration bars sat beneath the note. 

She suddenly felt really nervous. They would both die?? That wasn't good . . .

She stowed the bars away and wondered how to contact the Gamemakers. They were probably watching, so . . .

"What about . . . that Shard-harpoon-thing? From the first day?" she said quietly, feeling silly.

[Through the Living Hope]

14 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She suddenly felt really nervous. They would both die?? That wasn't good . . .

She stowed the bars away and wondered how to contact the Gamemakers. They were probably watching, so . . .

"What about . . . that Shard-harpoon-thing? From the first day?" she said quietly, feeling silly.

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What page?

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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Right after it started

Myself and JM's characters were having a standoff at the cornucopia

 

[Through the Living Hope]

11 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

 

A parachuted spear gun drifted down towards her. Another note:

Quite the choice. Careful not to kill yourself trying to use it. That wouldn’t be entertaining for anyone.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

9 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

A parachuted spear gun drifted down towards her. Another note:

Quite the choice. Careful not to kill yourself trying to use it. That wouldn’t be entertaining for anyone.

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>:)

She gleefully grabbed it out of the air and look it over, parsing out how it worked.

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

She gleefully grabbed it out of the air and look it over, parsing out how it worked.

Because Spark has no clue how to operate a spear gun, she figured that it worked like a regular gun and had some kickback if it was fired. She was only given five spears for ammo. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

Because Spark has no clue how to operate a spear gun, she figured that it worked like a regular gun and had some kickback if it was fired. She was only given five spears for ammo. 

Aerol grinned wider, figuring out how it worked but not firing it yet.

Five was more than enough.

[Mags she/they]

4 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

@Mag @TheRavenHasLanded @Through The Living Glass @Uninteligenius @The Aspiring Archivist

A parachute drifts down from the sky. If you are alone, it’s just for you. If you’re with a partner, there is one for the both of you. 

"Oooooh this looks fun!" Sharlin said, suddenly standing in the boat and making it rock a little.

You not scared it's a trap or something ??

"Nah if they wanted to kill us so easily they'd just send their sea monster thing over."

Fair enough.

Sharlin grabs her parachute out of the air.

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, Mag said:

"Oooooh this looks fun!" Sharlin said, suddenly standing in the boat and making it rock a little.

You not scared it's a trap or something ??

"Nah if they wanted to kill us so easily they'd just send their sea monster thing over."

Fair enough.

Sharlin grabs her parachute out of the air.

In the top there was a note which read:

You are two of the remaining five tributes. This is no small feat in an environment constantly trying to kill you.

Each of you may request a weapon from the Gamemakers for this battle. Know that this will be the final form of external assistance. 

While we understand that this group is two relatives, if you are the last two remaining only one will be permitted to leave. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation with your Capitol.

Four bland ration bars sat beneath the note. 

[Mags she/they]

3 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

In the top there was a note which read:

 

You are two of the remaining five tributes. This is no small feat in an environment constantly trying to kill you.

Each of you may request a weapon from the Gamemakers for this battle. Know that this will be the final form of external assistance. 

While we understand that this group is two relatives, if you are the last two remaining only one will be permitted to leave. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation with your Capitol.

Four bland ration bars sat beneath the note. 

Sharlin gasped loudly. "I can have any weapon I want?!"

Probably something within reason 

"Is a machine gun within reason?"

No

"Awwwww . . . oh well, I already have a gun from Mister Woodland anyway."

A little speaker popped out of a slot in Sharlin's uniform. "That's Mr. Forrest, young lady."

"Whatever, looks like we're going to have to forego your 'righteous hero' plan, huh? Now I have to kill people."

"Done sound so excited," The radio voice said, though for once his distinguished cadence seemed tired. "You can still conduct yourself in a noble manner, and complete our deal. Perhaps we can still convey the right message."

That sounded suspicious so Sharlin decided it wasn't her business. She hated to make things less fun, but breaking the deal meant having her gun taken away, so . . . "Fine, how do I be all noble and junk."

"For one, you could pick an appropriate and fair weapon." The game maker said, relieved she didn't need more convincing.

"So definitely no machine gun."

"I'm afraid so."

Sharlin thought for a moment tapping her chin. "What weapon did you use, Sharp?"

Dueling canes, though I don't know if basing your pick off of me is the best idea. I did die.

"You didn't die in combat . . ." But she didn't really like the idea of dueling canes. Not flashy enough for her taste.

"What did Sharp'i use? Y'know, the one of us who actually won?"

Sharp's response was a little more solemn then usual. 

I believe his final fight was done with a scythe.

"Alright then, a scythe it is," Sharlin finally said. Her chest suddenly felt heavy for some reason, but she pushed that aside. One more battle and she could go.

Mr. Forrest was silent for a long moment. "A scythe? That seems oddly appropriate for the winner of a death game." And with that, his speaker clicked off and folded away.

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Mag said:

Sharlin gasped loudly. "I can have any weapon I want?!"

Probably something within reason 

"Is a machine gun within reason?"

No

"Awwwww . . . oh well, I already have a gun from Mister Woodland anyway."

A little speaker popped out of a slot in Sharlin's uniform. "That's Mr. Forrest, young lady."

"Whatever, looks like we're going to have to forego your 'righteous hero' plan, huh? Now I have to kill people."

"Done sound so excited," The radio voice said, though for once his distinguished cadence seemed tired. "You can still conduct yourself in a noble manner, and complete our deal. Perhaps we can still convey the right message."

That sounded suspicious so Sharlin decided it wasn't her business. She hated to make things less fun, but breaking the deal meant having her gun taken away, so . . . "Fine, how do I be all noble and junk."

"For one, you could pick an appropriate and fair weapon." The game maker said, relieved she didn't need more convincing.

"So definitely no machine gun."

"I'm afraid so."

Sharlin thought for a moment tapping her chin. "What weapon did you use, Sharp?"

Dueling canes, though I don't know if basing your pick off of me is the best idea. I did die.

"You didn't die in combat . . ." But she didn't really like the idea of dueling canes. Not flashy enough for her taste.

"What did Sharp'i use? Y'know, the one of us who actually won?"

Sharp's response was a little more solemn then usual. 

I believe his final fight was done with a scythe.

"Alright then, a scythe it is," Sharlin finally said. Her chest suddenly felt heavy for some reason, but she pushed that aside. One more battle and she could go.

Mr. Forrest was silent for a long moment. "A scythe? That seems oddly appropriate for the winner of a death game." And with that, his speaker clicked off and folded away.

What she requested descended. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Mag said:

Sharlin gasped loudly. "I can have any weapon I want?!"

Probably something within reason 

"Is a machine gun within reason?"

No

"Awwwww . . . oh well, I already have a gun from Mister Woodland anyway."

A little speaker popped out of a slot in Sharlin's uniform. "That's Mr. Forrest, young lady."

"Whatever, looks like we're going to have to forego your 'righteous hero' plan, huh? Now I have to kill people."

"Done sound so excited," The radio voice said, though for once his distinguished cadence seemed tired. "You can still conduct yourself in a noble manner, and complete our deal. Perhaps we can still convey the right message."

That sounded suspicious so Sharlin decided it wasn't her business. She hated to make things less fun, but breaking the deal meant having her gun taken away, so . . . "Fine, how do I be all noble and junk."

"For one, you could pick an appropriate and fair weapon." The game maker said, relieved she didn't need more convincing.

"So definitely no machine gun."

"I'm afraid so."

Sharlin thought for a moment tapping her chin. "What weapon did you use, Sharp?"

Dueling canes, though I don't know if basing your pick off of me is the best idea. I did die.

"You didn't die in combat . . ." But she didn't really like the idea of dueling canes. Not flashy enough for her taste.

"What did Sharp'i use? Y'know, the one of us who actually won?"

Sharp's response was a little more solemn then usual. 

I believe his final fight was done with a scythe.

"Alright then, a scythe it is," Sharlin finally said. Her chest suddenly felt heavy for some reason, but she pushed that aside. One more battle and she could go.

Mr. Forrest was silent for a long moment. "A scythe? That seems oddly appropriate for the winner of a death game." And with that, his speaker clicked off and folded away.

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ooooooooooooo i like that :3