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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.
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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"I'm not actually a demon, you know," she had to point out, like she always did. "Just my grand-dad, whoever he was. What are you doing in here? I thought you were district-- uh-- some other district."
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He shook his head and moved to pick up an apple from a bowl of fruits and tossed it between his hands. He recognized her demonic species, of course, perfect textbook sample and he met several of their subspecies while he worked at Wolfram and Hart. the only thing off the bat he couldn't recognize was her subspecies.
"No, you don't look like a Baatezu at all."
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She turned to fold her arms across her chest to frown at him. "How do you know, anyway? Are you from Faerun, too?"
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He shrugged and grinned up at the annoyed looking partial-demoness. "Nah, but I worked with some of them, for too, I suppose. My workplace was an interdimensional highway service station kinda place."
His grin widened. "Name's Lindsey McDonald, by the way."
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Introductions out of the way, she was way more interested in the rest of what he'd said. "You worked for demons? Really?" There was curiosity, wariness, and even a little eagerness in there. "What, are you some kind of warlock? I mean, most people get all weird about even part-demons, chase us around with pitchforks and stuff." She waved that off, with the as-yet-untouched apple. "I've never met anybody who worked for them before."
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"I'll say they're responsible for throwing me in here too. They weren't the throw a party type of employers for premature retirement but hey, sure beats being dead."
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For a gal used to living on bare subsistence as a thief and then adventurer, right now? This was like a slice of the heavens, or something.
Plus, nobody chased her out and called her names!
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He plucked at one, then finding them not as sweet as he would like, tossed it back down too. "Don't get what the big deal is if they fix you right up after. How do they do that? Magic?"
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She finally had herself a bite of her apple and chewed noisily for a beat, before continuing around the last of the mouthful, gesturing again and flipping her tail. "Seems like a lot of effort, though! I mean, hauling us from our own worlds. Putting us up in these nice rooms, giving us whole new wardrobes, feeding us, and then wasting expensive spells on us all the time. I mean, there's a lot of us. Forty-something."
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"Who knows what the natives of Panem think," Lindsey answered, shrugging the question away to the back of his mind. "Far as I can tell, not a bad place to be. Kinda looking forward to it, actually." He stared at the screen again. His intended target wasn't showing on it right now but he didn't mind some payback.
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The indignance wasn't at Lindsey, of course, but he was a convenient target to complain at. Especially since he'd been so nice about everything, so far, especially the demon bit.
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"Hey, Neeshka, instead of firing up, you should study what they are doing." Standing up, he stretched and gestured invitingly at it for her. "Here, take my seat. I'm going to take a walk around and make more 'friends'."
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But she supposed he had a point, and she found the term he used interesting. "More 'friends', huh?" She slid down from the arm of the couch into the seat he'd vacated, and flipped her tail over the arm, instead. "Guess I'll see you around, then. If you're in my district, and all, now."
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"Watch the show and tell me if I miss anything interesting, us being district buddies and all."
The demonness wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, and the chance that they may have to kill one another sometime this year aside, she wasn't bad for a part pit fiend. Most of those guys were destruction and death and had breath that smelled of sulfur; she was kind of cute in an adorable puppy sort of way.
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For now, she just flipped her tail in farewell and settled in to see what the colorful screens had to say about the tributes left in the arena. At least until she got bored of sitting still, anyway.