thecapitol | Freedoooom! (Or Conditional Freedom, Anyway)

WHO| Neeshka and OPEN!
WHAT| Resurrection is awesome
WHEN| Day 8-ish of the arena
WHERE| Aaaanywhere! District 5 common room for Lindsey, central commons for Tony, the roof or training room or whereeeeeever anybody wants to meet her :B
WARNING/NOTES| No warnings as of now!

Neeshka was somewhere between relieved, annoyed, and ecstatic. Nobody had told her that they were doing resurrection spells, (or whatever it was that brought them back from dying), here! That was the biggest source of annoyance. That, and that she'd gone down so easily. She'd faced down hordes of orcs and walking dead and cultists, and one girl with a shark-bone spear had taken her down. Khelgar would have really laughed at her, if he knew.

Rather than feel bad that he wasn't there, she told herself it was just a good thing he didn't know.

The fact that she wasn't dead-- though meeting Mask would've been pretty neat, she supposed-- despite clearly remembering the hole in her belly and the feeling of life slipping away was responsible for the relief. It wasn't like she hadn't felt that sort of pain before, so it wasn't as terrible as it could've been; she had come awfully close to dying on more than on occasion, after all. The elation came from being back in the opulent quarters she'd been given before, with utter freedom until the next arena started up, and free food and parties with rich people in all that time. It was, to a poor thief in a big city, like heaven.

So despite the lingering ache in her side and chest, she was humming cheerfully to herself as she slipped out of her room that next morning and started off to see what she could see that day. And maybe what she could steal. This funny outfit with leather pants and high-collared shirt (in bright green, no less) had plenty of places to stash things, after all.

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Her cheer only slightly rattled by the fellow in her own district's common room who, apparently, knew all about demons and types of demons and such, Neeshka still actually jumped a little at the voice. Then she gave him a weak sort of grin to compose herself, and scratched at the back of her head-- making her hair stand up even worse than before-- as she answered.

"Good show? What, did I do something funny?"

No, it hadn't actually occurred to her that the people here would be watching everything she did. The fellow tributes. She was a smart tiefling in some things, but sometimes she did rather miss the obvious.

"Not particularly," Tony shrugs at her. "It was more in reference to your big debut. Didn't tap out too early. Comparatively. So? Good show; nice job; you know... a compliment, I guess," he shrugs again and take a long pull from his freshly acquired drink and offers her a bit of a grin.

Halfway through that, Neeshka finally cottons on to what he's talking about. She was torn between the indignation and annoyance of having all her secrets out in the open like that-- for an audience was one thing, but for all the other people she was fighting? no fair!-- and being flattered at the compliment. She settled on the latter, and her confused little grin turned into a much larger and only slightly sheepish one. "Well... thanks. I guess if everybody has to be watching, at least it's better if I don't make an idiot of myself, right?"

"Perhaps. Though I hear that strategy has worked in the past. The whole... fool thing," Tony waves his hand in the air at nothing, "Not that you were. It's just been done. Secret's out now though. Wouldn't work for the next round."

For only half a moment, Tony pauses, tilts his head and hardly so much as takes a breath before he switches their conversation direction. "What's the tail thing about, anyway? Its it just for aesthetics, or some blip in evolution most of us missed in our own realities? Better balance? Life in trees? Or is it more theologically related? Fire and brimstone and all that.."

Subtly has never been a strength of his.

"Yeah, if I'd known I'd be coming back after, I'd have played things differently." Neeshka wrinkles her nose at the thought. If she'd known, she'd have done a lot of things differently. Like less hiding, and more killing, probably. Not to mention more weapon-grabbing.

Oh, well. Too late now, and she can at least plot for next time, whenever that happens to be.

For now, she huffs at him with half a smile and said tail flicks from side to side. "I'm surprised, the other guy I ran into totally knew. I'm a tiefling." Well, all right, the other guys had no idea what a tiefling was, and just assumed she was a demon through-and-through. But still. They sort of knew, and she didn't mind needling this guy a little.

"Sorry," Tony shrugs though he doesn't particularly sound sorry. Not at all, really. "Lots of different flavors around here sometimes. And I don't like to make assumptions. I'm more of a facts-first kind of guy."

That at least was mostly true. Not that a lack of facts ever stopped him from jumping right into things. But even so, people said a lot of things around here and Tony had a feeling that only a very small percentage of it was actual fact. This little thing before him very well might be a true blue demon. But that, he was starting to learn, could mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people.

Since he doesn't seem to know what a tiefling is, and he's apparently a "facts-first" kind of guy, and since she doesn't really see the harm, Neeshka explains. "A tiefling's part demon. My granddad. The rest of me's human, though, and I promise I'm not cursed or unlucky or going to hex you, or anything." The way she says that, it's obvious she's had people accuse her of just that.

She doesn't, though, promise she won't steal anything. That would be lying. But she doesn't have to mention it, either.

Her explanation earns her little more than a shrug from Tony as he tries to decide what information seems important to retain. Not cursed. No hexes. That seems a plus.

"Seems like that would be a complicated mating ritual," he muses. "For your granddad I mean. Probably your grandmother as well. Cross-species thing seems like it has the potential for complications."

"Yeeeeeah, I try not to think about it too much," Neeshka admitted with a little giggle. "I mean, I guess one of them would've had to polymorph, or else-- yeah. Don't try to think about it! Anyway, um, hi. I'm Neeshka, if you didn't pick that out of the... illusion-show thing." And she actually didn't remember his name. She'd pretty much written off all the ones who'd died, not knowing they'd simply come back, and relegated what names she'd remembered to the "to be forgotten" pile. Oops?

"Tony," he offers her, unable to keep the questioning look off his face over the 'illusion-show-thing' comment. Not technically savvy, this one. Not a point in her favour, but he couldn't really blame her. Did demons typically know how to operate a television remote? He wasn't exactly up to speed on demon capabilities. "Nice to meet you, officially. Grim as our circumstances might be."

She might have known, if she hadn't been from magical medieval times. Gadgets were something she could usually figure out, but she hadn't yet really had the chance to try when it came to televisions. "Eh." She waved a hand, and her tail, negligently at the "grim" comment. "If we die, they resurrect us. So it's better than it could've been. Back home, I wind up fighting a lot, too-- I mean, there is a war going on, and we are a gruop of adventurers stuck smack in the middle of it. So it's not really all that different. At least here we get nice food and comfy beds, instead of living on the road, right?"

Freedoooom! (Or Conditional Freedom, Anyway)

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oh hey, guess who finally got around to getting to her inbox!

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