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thecapitol2013-09-27 07:39 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-27 07:39 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ andraia,
- ✘ armin arlert,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ peeta mellark,
- ✘ pepper potts,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ the disciple
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Who| Everyone
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a littlemore wonky then normal, if you haven't noticed. They will be going out to attack "tomorrow" but that thread will not, likely, be posted tomorrow, to give people time to play in this one, etc.
There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.
A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.
Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.
Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.
Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a little
There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.
A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.
Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.
Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.
Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.
Medical
Wesker's mouth pulled into a sneer as he tossed the packet aside (the avox that had handed it to him jerked, a shuddering flinch). Basic first aid.
They were sending civilians and children out to fight a war against an unknown enemy that, thus far, had torn through their trained troops like a hot knife through butter. And that was what they had to look forward to, should they manage to survive the initial blow.
Even he had seen that his men and women had the best, knowing the intrinsic value as he did of their confidence. It was all the harder to send someone to their death if they knew that's what it was.
He certainly hoped for the sake of the combat teams there were more tributes like himself - those who knew what to do with the guts and gore - remaining behind.
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She saw Wesker and gave him a small grin as she picked up one of the folders that lay discarded on the table and began to flick through it. She frowned darkly. "This do be being stupid, I do be knowing all of this."
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He was quite fond of Pruna. The girl had such potential.
"Great minds, dear heart." She'd taken the words out of his mouth - if less eloquently. "Fortunately, I do happen to know more."
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He was, it went without saying, far more capable than the Capitol had proved themselves to be.
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But since they had next to no information and Pruna had never even held the weapon they wanted her to use... It was going to be tough.
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His head dipped down, one slitted red-gold eye peering at her over the rim of his ebony glasses.
"I would advise making that a priority."
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She gave a tiny smile as she watched the other people in the room, "I do no be thinking many people will be surviving this."
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(Other than in pieces, if they were so lucky.)
"A word of advice, Pruna," he drawled. "And I would expect, being as clever as you are, you already know it, but forgive me in stressing its importance." His fingers tapped against his closed folder, a lazy drumming heartbeat. "You neededn't be the fastest of your group, only faster than the slowest."
Survival of the fittest.
Wesker's golden rule.
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"I will be remembering it, I do be promising." She would survive, she was good at surviving.
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"There's a good girl." Then he shifted, hands knitting on the tabletop before him, eyes - so far as one could tell with the dark glasses - fixed on her. "Now tell me, who will be assisting you?"
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"Cindy, yes, she's one of mine. Capable, though thus far, disappointing." Julie... District 12 he believed, and close with the infected - R - but he had nothing else of note on her. "Barbara..."
His mouth pulled. He did indeed recognize that name.
"Another one of mine." That he himself had also killed. On his way to victory one arena prior. "And you're not wrong."
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"She will probably be dying, hopefully she will be dragging no one else with her."
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Wesker would weep tears for none, but some even less than others.
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It was something of surprise, considering he'd never been one for children, but he did so like Pruna. They had much in common.
"But not you." He fixed her with that stare again, lenses dark pits in his pale face. "Stay low, be aware, and don't let them drag you down to their level."
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Re: Medical
"I know some first aide, patched up Tony enough times, but... That's just bumps and bruises so..."
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Looking through the list of tributes who had signed up to remain behind, Wesker's opinion was sinking by the minute - quite the feat when one considered he'd never valued them very highly to begin with.
Why, exactly, were the medically trained allowed be assigned elsewhere?
"Luckily, I'm sure we can still find use for you."
His head lifted, attention fixing on the trembling child before him.
Of course.
"Do you know what triage is?"
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"Hope so." She nodded. "Helps determine on the field who's worth the time and effort to save their life and who should just be made comfortable because they're about to die. It's commonly used on battle fields or in locations where there are too many patients and not enough doctors." She sounded like she was quoting from a history book. Her eyes didn't meet Wesker's, she was a little creeped out by him actually. She had been since the first time she saw him sitting on his dragon thrown.
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"It is also used for the initial treatment of wounds and the stabilization of patients before being taken in for surgery."
His head tipped.
"But that is satisfactory. Your skills will be of use there."
That he had assumed command was of so little concern him to him, he was no more aware of the action than he was of breathing. Some men had power thrust upon them, others took it.
Those like himself, were born to it.
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"Are they setting up the area now or we supposed to wait still?"
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Pulling a slim, handsome pen from an inside pocket of his fitted coat, Wesker scratched a small mark next to Pepper's name - a mental note in shorthand.
He had no intention of checking up on her, but should something go wrong, he would remember well who to blame.
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