Mags

"Who's going to die?" Sharp asked, hoping off of his little stone platform on the main arena. "Maybe we can help each other?"

"Sooooo . . . ." "Your not hungry?" Aki was having a very time understanding the weird man and the weird voice that followed him. Maybe he was possessed with a demon. Wouldn't be the first time Aki'd come across it. "HEY--." And then he turned blue. Aki was very upset. And cold. He'd thought the westerner guy was nice but this was just mean.

McDonald warehouse: "Good with me," Sharanna said flashing a smile. "And of course, my men will be there to provide cover and backup." By then, the extra House forces had arrived, and the warehouse was full of soldiers in neat uniforms. Everything was ready. Tinkers village: Sharlin watched the new people arrive, checking to make sure everything was under control. Plus, she was mildly curious. The woman and children were the family of a tribute, it seemed. She wondered why'd they'd come at all. They couldn't fight. This was a place violence. Maybe they were friends of the villagers. She decided it wasn't her business. Watching them go, she slunk up to the guy who'd just got off the hover-craft. The guy stood out more then a dead frog in a chicken coop. "Hey mister weird guy-with the armor! Who're you?" @Ancient Elantrian GM HQ, 8:15 p.m. Soldiers in black rushed the building after the explosion, overwhelming capital security guards. The entrance was secured in minutes. Deeper into the hall, peacekeepers used large chunks of debris as cover from the onslaught. House members and gang members alike fought deeper into the building. The dynamite had been a good tactic, it seemed. Striking hard and fast had taken everyone off-guard. Sharanna surveyed the efforts from the front hall. She herself stayed mostly out of the fight, unlike the earlier alley fight. A small first aid station was set up swiftly, and she helped organize groups to capture different wings of the building. @The Stormfather HG Arena: "Yes . . . yes that'd be good!" Sharp said. His heart raced with excitement at seeing the good part of Corin win. Maybe Tinker and Mare wouldn't have to fight after all. He wouldn't have to face Dougella. He glanced around at the other tributes. "What exactly is our plan of action?"

Ooooooooooooo I want in!! (continues to ignore A&E)

"Aki," He replied. What a strange person. "I liked the jungle better," Aki grumbled, "less weird stuff." "Onto the flying thing? That doesn't seem safe." And then, after hesitating a bit, "You alright? You were pretty worse for wear a few moments ago. Want another rice ball?"

"Not particularly." Sharanna said, securing her dueling blades in her belt. "I've been inside once or twice, so I've got a rudimentary idea of the entrance and a few of the front rooms, but nothing more." She smirked. "You said you wanted to fight them head on right? Then I don't suppose we need to know exactly what it looks like if we're going to blow it to pieces." A few aids were busy moving crates of explosives onto a truck. Objectively, it wasn't a large amount, but it would be enough to cause chaos and punch a whole in their defenses. "Noice!" Sharlin said, finishing the last of the sandwich and licking her fingers. "My sister's brother is in there too, we gonna get him out." She wiped her hands off rather on ceremoniously on her white jacket.

Nice! I really like a cinnamon raison bagel, toasted with cream cheese in the center.

Alright!

"Ommkah," She said, her mouth full of sandwich. "Yeah!" She swallowed her mouthful. "We're gonna rescue the tributes and everything! We're leaving in just a day or so."

Your not gonna be in the next games at all? Just schedule stuff?

He ignored the joke, and nodded. Benjamin was lead swiftly to talk to Sharlin, who was sitting at a table eating a sandwich. "Wassup, Who're You?"

The village was surrounded by The House's camp. The white tents had a sanitary, hostile feel. A scout stopped Benjamin when he got close. "Who're you?" The scout asked, his voice expressionless. Sharanna nodded. All of her men saluted Adris. They continued on every possible preparation as the sun sank low, eaten up by the horizon. Suddenly, it was time. Her men formed ranks, awaiting the order to proceed. Sharanna stood, gazing at the dark sky on more time. "Let it begin . . ." she whispered. "Let us find rest." And with that, the march began. @Spark of Hope @The Bookwyrm

A soldier moved a dusty old chair to the center of the building's large open floor. Sharanna sat down primly, making sure dust didn't get on her white jacket (Nevermind the blood splattered all over it from the fight). "Well, there were around a dozen of us there for your street fight, but I have a larger force of men on their way here at this moment. Half of my people are indisposed on another mission." An aid came and took her dueling canes, ducking into a side room that was probably the armory. "We've plenty of weapons for you to use, feel free to help yourself," She waved in the direction the aid had gone. "As for timing . . ." Sharanna glanced out the door, as the windows had been boarded up, at the dusky sky. "Why don't we wait for night to fall properly? We could use the cover of darkness." Sharlin helped plan the preparations. The House forces that had come with her set up a camp near the village as they finalized the documents and messengers were sent. Tents came up in neat, militaristic lines. The soldiers didn't speak to the people, though they did pool resources, weapons and rations with them. Sharlin watched this discussion, overhearing while dealing with the village leaders at the same time. She hoped the girl--a few years older then her, but much less experienced--would get to come. Sharlin knew all too well what it was like not to be able to do anything, kept locked away because of age. In the end, everyone had to do what was needed to survive. Even children. She hoped that girl got her chance. Sharlin touched the patch on her shoulder. She'd never forget the chance she'd been given. And how much fun it was to finally do something.

845. be phased by literally everything

They journey to the capital. Sharanna leads them to the old, rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It looks like at some point the McDonald family had tried investing in transportation facilities, but it fell through. Now, the building is an empty, dusty husk that no one had bothered to demolish. Perfect for their purposes. A few of her men lit lanterns, and started moving the debris and leftover furniture out of their way.

"Yep, I know where it is! Took forever to find, those capital folk aren't as lazy as they seem." "I brought some buddies to help out too!" She jabbed her thumb at a nearby window. On the horizon, dark figures in a large group could be seen. "I had them wait out on the road so we didn't overwhelm you--Terry and his sort are real intimidating." She plopped down on the floor, thinking hard. "Alrighty, let's get this plan underway!" Sharlin spent the next half hour or so explaining where the arena was, and that she'd found a nice little blind spot they could sneak in through. It would bottleneck their forces, but it was the best chance they had.

842. come back to a thread after months and join in without figuring out what's going on

"Yesssireee!" Sharlin said. She sounded too excited, too cheerful. Even among people with enough spirit to laugh through their hardships, it felt off. She pulled down her hood, revealing a tan, youthful face smeared with dust and dirt. Sharlin wondered if they'd act all silly over her age. What had she been told a million times? 'Thirteen-year-old's can't be leaders of underground rebellion organizations'? Whatever. The old farts just wanted to gatekeep all the real fun. At least Sharanna didn't underestimate her. "Gee, there are a lot more of you then I thought." She toyed with a rusted old dagger on her belt, examining the people in the room. Someone had ripped jewels out of the dagger's hilt, likely to sell them, leaving odd indents in the metal. "I was told your looking for a fight! I like fighting. What's the plan?" @The Bookwyrm Sharanna nodded thoughtfully. "My family owns a property on the outskirts of the capital city. The building itself is rundown, but it'll make a decent enough base." Her men were cleaning up from the fight themselves, few were injured, though one clearly had a broken arm. "I have a friend in the games as well, it seems are goals are the same. Shall we proceed to the capital?" @The Stormfather

"You-you sure?" Sharp was loosing his grip. How was he supposed to fight? He was trapped on a tiny stone pillar. Shaken, he put the dice back in his pocket. At least he'd escalated whatever was happening in Corin's mind. He'd said he'd do his best, Sharp would have to count on that.

It had worked. Well, only for a little, but still. Sharp kept pushing. "You can have them back! I'll give them to you. It's that simple." He took a shakey breath, unsure if Corin--the human part of him at least--could still her him. "Postpone the duel, I'll come give them to you."