Channelknight Fadran

Elya procured as many items of flavor as she could, frowning at the steadily increasing scarcity of food. "We'll definitely have to go shopping today. Fresh food, new clothes... I'll get in contact with some of my suppliers to get us some of the sketchier things as well." @Mystic Syn @DramaQueen @Frustration @Tani @Emery the Steelrunner

Fadran gave it a sideways glance. "Does anyone know what this... creature is?"

"Absolutely." Elya spooned some our for Lyanor. "If you guys want, I think I have some sugar and dried fruit in the pantry somewhere. It might add some flavor to this."

Elya almost argued with that assertion, but decided against it. In all fairness, it wasn't that far from the truth.

The parachute that came from the sky had no name on it. There wasn't any indication of who'd sent it. He'd never know about the blue top hat that went around for spare change at District Three's home square, or the begging of the Peacemakers to wire it to the capital for just one cup of it. They couldn't afford a message to send with. All that he received was a silver parachute and a tiny thermos of something warm. Fadran's hands weren't holding still. They never would again, it seemed. Stained with red, streaked by tears, covered in soil--he unscrewed the lid. Just a few bites--tonight's dinner, perhaps--of some zuppa toscana.

"Breakfast... is..." Elya grabbed some bowls for the somewhat bland-looking porridge, "served. Kinda."

What kind of world was he living in that took his whole world away? "Queen..." There wasn't any voice left in his throat. "Today... I love you... because..." What was time and eternity without the one who loved him time and again? "...You're here for me." It was supposed to be him. It was supposed to be him. "How... 'bout... you?" The drone was beeping incessantly. Fadran threw himself over her body, arms shaking as he clutched her close. The rain--salty droplets--spilled all over her face. He tried to kiss her... she didn't kiss him back. "You--CAN'T!" Maybe the whole world was watching. Sure as hell it was. They were watching him try to keep her away. "YOU CAN'T TAKE HER!" Tribute Fadran, District Three: please remove yourself. "SHE'S--" Please remove yourself, or we will have to use force. "She's... my..." It was never him that was up bearing the crown. It had never been him. "She's... she's my Queen." Fadran coughed, throat dry and cracked from the screaming. It kept coming, the coughs: like ocean waves crashing over rocks. It pulled at his lungs, stomach; his soul. He stumbled away, panicking, desperate--then fell over his shoulder and threw up into the grass and leaves. The drone descended to retrieve Queen's body. "D-don--" More heaving. He coughed up phlegm. There wasn't anything left in him to give. It began ascending, bringing her limp form upwards; like the angel she always was. Fadran grabbed her hand. He couldn't breathe--he couldn't care. His last words to her came out as a rasp. They were whispered, coughed, and broken. Wracked with sobs, devoid of breath, burning like the fires of whatever hell he'd destined himself to by volunteering to these gods-forsaken games. "Wa-ai-t... for me... "I'm... c... oming..."

One cannon shot--two. Fadran screamed as he tore through the foliage. Smoke coiled through the air, blasted aside by his supplies being hurled away. The leaves and dirt scraped up into a trough as Fadran skidded on his knees, unheeding at all of the jagged rocks and old roots. He tumbled, crashed, but dragged himself forwards to pull Queen into his arms. "D-dar...ling. Darling... Queen, hey--" Her lips were stained red. Gods... all of her was stained red. "You're okay. You're okay. You're okay." Fadran couldn't find a pulse. It was because his hands were shaking, right? Just... because... Was it raining? Drops were falling onto her face. They rolled down and across her cheek. She'd always loved the rain... "I love you." Fadran coughed. He gasped. Suddenly every breath ejected from his lungs like water from a broken glass; each one going in felt like dragging the world behind him. "I love you. Queen, I LOVE YOU." Not a single puff of warm air curled from her lips. "Y-you... love me... t-too." Fadran pressed a hand to her cheek and brushed aside a sprig of hair. "Right?"

Fadran shot up, all breath violently bursting from his chest. He knew his Queen's voice from anywhere: she was close. She was in trouble. Supplies were packed in less than a minute. The leaves crunched as he leapt from the treetop. Maybe someone could've heard him, but there wasn't any way by the gods that they could catch up to him now; as he sprinted, beelining towards where he'd heard her voice.

"Sounds good to me. Feel free to stay as long as you like." If only so we can keep tabs on you.

Night 2: Sequence kills Syn for her supplies. Fadran receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor. Tani receives clean water from an unknown sponsor. Dannex tries to sing himself to sleep. Experience poisons Star's drink, but mistakes it for his own and dies. Napollo loses sight of where he is. EmLee starts a fire. Nameless catches Queen off guard and kills her. Enter kills Morningtide with a sickle. Eluviani tends to his wounds. Mat looks at the night sky. Vapor defeats Xino in a fight, but spares his life.

A lad.

"Darn right, kiddo." Fadran poured her a mug.

Cannon shots: Five Void - District 5 Male Facepalm - District 8 Female TalnFan - District 9 Male Thaidakar - District 11 Male Robin - District 11 Female

"Darn right." Letch muttered, slashing his torch across the air in front of it. The withergeist shied away, hissing and fuming. It was far more timid than most: a mark of weakness. It wouldn't take long to defeat it here. "Wider movements, kid!" Letch darted inward, each shove of the torch only mere moments behind the 'geist's movements. The devil tried to find a way of escape--but Letch wouldn't let that happen. It was tending towards the new kid's torches rather than his own. If the sun wasn't there, it would've escaped by now. "Stop acting like you're swingin' your first axe and start fighting like a stars-cursed warrior already!"

"It certainly can be." Fadran started a second pot of almond milk over the fire.