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@justice magician @..... @Lord Spirit @TheRavenHasLanded @RoyalBeeMage You are soon placed into the training area where you can train, meet with other tributes, and make alliances.
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Ishmael follows her, his back to Roy. "There was something, right? Some kind of creature?"
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"Keep an eye on her, but the mission comes first."
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Silence for a moment. "What's her prime invincibility?"
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"John? Where are you? I can't her you! What's your status?" @Lord Spirit
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Ishmael gives her a look that says, "Just let it go for now. He's not going to say anything."
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Ishmael considers for a second, then says, "You're right. We're just very tired. Sorry to bother you." He grabs Insa and tows her away.
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Ishmael rushes downstairs. "I saw it to. You just tazed some kind of wolf that was coming for us."
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"What's your status?"
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You all soon find yourselves arriving at the Capitol. You are each led to seperate rooms for the night. @RoyalBeeMage Your mentor is a very fit, confident man named Ellis. He was a career and intends to see you win the games. After a quick chat, he sends you to get some rest. The next morning, you meet your stylist, Messala. He congratulates you and dresses you up in lavish clothing, showing off the sparkes and glitter of your district. Before you know it, you are being showed off to the Capitol on a chariot of gold. @..... The train ride is long and lonley. You spend the time working of carvings of the companionship you are already missing. You don't chat much with the girl, who's name is Emma, but your mentor tries to make conversation. He's a rough man who has skin like a bear and called Clog by most people. You are at the Capitol in a jiffy. Your stylist is not very bright. She's a young trainee in style school, and decides that you would look nice as logs in the parade. She puts you in massive foam log costumes, and asks you to smile out of the awkward hole cut in the front of the thing. You're sure you'll be the laughingstock of the games. @justice magician Sharice has no clue what's going on. They'd whisked her away and shoved her on a train headed... somewhere. It was a boring trip. she found ways to amuse herself though, like hiding in the cupboards of the kitchens and surprising the cook. That woman was like a mouse, she was. Always squeaking at the first sign of danger. She didn't like when all those stylists put their hands all over her either. She could style her own costume, thank you very much. The stylist, an eccentric man with about eight hundred rings dressed her up in a flowing blue gown that should have represented the ocean. Sharice thought it looked more like a yak that got zapped by lightning. Either way, the ceremony was about to start. @Lord Spirit Arthur quietly slipped onto the train. He was working on a het that he hoped to finish by the end of the ride. There was a distraction, however. Both his mentor, a lanky fellow with bulging eyes, and Allie, the girl tribute, kept trying to talk with him. Turn a corner, and they were there. He was especially annoyed with Klek, the mentor. Allie was fine. She was starting to grow on him. He couldn't stand Klek, though. constantly bothering him. Sometimes he just used his bronze to fall asleep whenever he saw the man. Eventually, he made it to the Capitol. His stylist dressed him and Allie up in the most akward quilt-kilt he'd ever seen. It was absolutely hideous to behold. Arthur, as a tailor, was disgusted by it. But here he was. The Hunger Games. @TheRavenHasLanded Cerca way hyped. He was getting lots of advice from his mentor and had been practicing his abilities a little when he could. He couldn't wait to smash some skulls. The games called to him, begging him to become the champion. He eventually found himself with his stylist. She went with a crazy-looking battle machine suit. It had mock rotary guns, power armor, and even what looked like a rocket launsher. It was wild, unheard of, and wicked cool. Cerca was ready to crash some parties.
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I blink. That's a lot to take in. I close the box, lock it, and go to bed.
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Ishmael opens the box.
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I eagerly throw open my dorm and step inside.
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"Fine. Just don't get yourself killed."
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"Stop! Where do you think you're going? We have to plan and prepare! If you rush in like some fool, you'll get all of us killed."
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A New Reckoners' RP - Signups and Interest thread
TheFrugalWizard replied to Aeoryi's topic in Roleplaying
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"Not sure. We'll have to do some research into that. But she seems powerful enough for us to take notice of." He eyes the corpse. "Let's get to work."
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"We'll figure it out."
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"A new epic has been seen around here recently. I've heard her refered to as "Sundew". I think we can pull it off."
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"I don't have time for this. We have something to discuss. I've been hoping to hit another epic. A real one."
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You next find yourslef on the train, on your way to the capitol.
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Oh yes. This is your mentor from your travels, saying goodbye to you in the Justice Building.
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Andrew sighs. "You can't be doing that! What if you'd been seen? We may be good at our jobs, son, but we're not invincible. I am not dealing with hotheads like you getting us killed."
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What does this mean. Are you changing your character?
