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  3. Seven stared out the window. In the distance, a piece of metal was falling. He tracked it with his eyes. "Seven," said the admiral. "Are you paying attention?" He continued to watch the falling scrap. No one was going to retrieve it. It must be worthless. "Seven," repeated the admiral, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't keep ignoring me. You can't keep ignoring the world." That may or may not be true, but Seven was going to do his best anyways. The world had never done anything but disappoint him. The admiral sighed. Seven heard her clothes rustle as she stood up and walked over. "Look at me," she ordered. Reluctantly, Seven complied. "I'm assigning you to another flight," she said. Seven blinked. "...I'm sorry, what?" "I'm assigning you to another flight," she repeated, her icy blue gaze unyielding. "It's been long enough. We need you back." The words hit Seven like a punch to the stomach. A new flight. The concept was so foreign, so wrong that... that... well, he couldn't even put into words how wrong it was. Nothing could replace Phoenix Flight. Nothing could replace Supernova. "Phantom Flight, I think, will be good for you," said the admiral, continuing as though she hadn't just flipped Seven's world on its head. "Flight 358. You had better hurry; the bell is about to ring. You don't want to be late." Before Seven could even formulate a response, he found himself picked up and pushed out the door with the directions to the classroom where Phantom Flight met. The door to the admiral's office slammed shut, leaving him alone in the hallway. He stared blankly at the wall. I should have run.
  4. Seven flew. It was all he did, these days. Get up at 6 in the morning, get in his Poco, and fly until he could barely keep his eyes open anymore. No one stopped him. They knew why he flew. These days, it was all that was left of him. Today he flew through the maze of ruins far above the surface, light-lancing around obstacles and through tunnels. Dangerous, but so what? Fighting the Krell had been dangerous, and he'd done that every day of his life. Here, at least, if he died it would only be his fault. His transmitter beeped. He ignored it. Unfortunately, the sender didn't seem to respect his dismissal. The voice of his commander filled the small ship. "Seven. Return to base immediately." That was it. No wheedling, no threats. Just a straightforward order. She didn't sound panicked or stressed at all, so it wasn't an emergency. I could ignore it, Seven thought. Pretend like my transmitter is broken, say I didn't hear it. He sighed. Perhaps if he thought they would believe that he would go through with it. Reluctantly, he made his way out of the shell and began making his way back home.
  5. Both. But none of the previous Hunger Games RPs. Are there rules about daily participation, like if I don't show up I get disqualified?
  6. I've been intrigued by this idea. What do I need to do to not get lost?
  7. While this was no doubt excellent advice, and Jeremy would certainly have complied, he was, unfortunately, completely unable to hear it.* *Due to all the mental screaming.
  8. AAAAAAAAAA responded Jeremy*. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *Not in an insane way. Just a terrified way.
  9. Jeremy stared at the hole, which looked disturbingly like a mouth ready to swallow him whole. With the departure of the nameless stranger, he stood once again alone on the plain. Were it not for this, he may never have found the courage to step through the whole into possible death and certain uncertainty. But the silence and solitude were deafening. In the end, anything was better than staying here alone.* Jeremy took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. *This was, of course, dead wrong. There were much, much worse things than eternal solitude in the Field, even if said field was a bit boring**. As he would discover, in time. **Well, extremely boring.
  10. Jeremy peeked into the hole. "You first," he said, his voice a little less confident than before.
  11. "Anything to get out of here," said Jeremy vehemently.
  12. Jeremy blinked. "Outside of this world? ... I guess? Why would I not be able to?"
  13. "So... you can get me out of here?" asked Jeremy cautiously.
  14. Jeremy sighed. "Me. I'm trapped." He gestured to the surroundings. "Look around. I don't see any doors, or teleporters, or however it is that people are showing up here, do you?"
  15. "Well," said Jeremy, "You could help a person in need. Maybe someone who's trapped somewhere."
  16. A thought came to Jeremy. "Prove it, then. Show me some evidence you're a good guy."
  17. Jeremy stared uncomprehending*. "Uh... okay then." *Jeremy possesses the limitation of being unable to comprehend his nature as a fictional character. Whether this is fortunate or unfortunate is a matter of perspective. I tend to think he's happier not knowing. "You did admit to being a supervillain. Generally speaking; not paragons." Jeremy folded his arms. "Unless you were lying about that."
  18. "Oh yes," retorted Jeremy dryly. "The whole 'I promise I'll be good this time,' routine. Very trustworthy. I suppose the devil made you do it, too?" Jeremy looked from one stranger to another, unsure if he was missing something. "You mean... like a writer of books? A novelist?"
  19. "Yeah, well, join the club." "He wants to 'regain his former glory' or something like that. Apparently he used to be a supervillain?"
  20. "Wow," said Jeremy flatly. "You're sure doing a good job of convincing me to help you."
  21. "Why would I tell you if I did?" Jeremy replied. "Supervillains don't tend to be good for the health."
  22. Jeremy stared at the stick. He picked up the stick. He examined the stick. He even smelled the stick.* "Did anyone else hear that?" he asked. *Okay, okay. I might be lying about the smelling.
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