Intro

[shedevilwithsword]

Who || Red Sonja and all you suckas
What || New girl is pouting and amazed by all of the sciency stuff
Where || Training room and exploring random places
When || Whenever
Warnings/Notes || Possible language and violence

Wandering

Sonja is angry, sonja is offended. Sonja is stomping about throwing such a hissy fit that most probably do not know what to make of it. But seriously, she is not happy, not happy at all. To be abducted by a bunch of sorcerers for some of the most idiotic reasons imaginable.

Now she was stuck here, in strange lands, with lights that have no flame and voices and smells that she could not begin to pin point. This place is most certainly not Hybpria, but it is most certainly not a remnant of bygone Atlantis. So what to do now but explore? Whether that be the area for those assigned to "District 2", the rest of the inn, or the places of shopping.

Training

So after getting herself...situated, or at least as best as she could, Sonja found herself running a hand over the various weapons and tools in the training area. Some she recognized right off the bat, others were extremely exotic in her eyes.

There were practice dummies placed around the different areas of the place. As well as other areas where people could practice more base survival skills. Something that caused her lips to quirk slightly. Just what would these arenas be like, she wondered. Certainly it would be far more than just common traps and simulated wilderness.

One could never be too certain when dealing with mages.

Comments

[hit_girl_mindy]

Her eyes were puffy and swollen, her face a mask of concentration, Sonja would see a girl letting loose on a dummy: REALLY letting loose. Pieces were strewn about, and Mindy, tiny though one might think, has shown exactly how menacing she can be. She appears to be paying no one attention either: as far as she was concerned, no one else was here.

[shedevilwithsword]

Sonja was not exactly in the mood to be a babysitter. And with the way the girl was wildly flailing about then the red head also could not really say that she has any desire to get marginally close to Mindy. Instead she walks a path around her, glancing every now and again at the girl before grasping a sword. Giving the blade a few swings a she checked its balance, sharpness and just how it felt in her hands.

Satisfied, the red head moved towards a nearby practice dummy and began to take a few test swings against it. If the child wished to talk then she would.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Better that Mindy would never hear anyone say she needed a babysitter. If anything, what she needed was to let off some steam, and so far that was working just fine. A few minutes later, she was done, sweating but far from out of breath. A moment was all she needed to take stock of everything around her, and she turned to see a rather striking looking woman in the training room with her. For the moment, her curiosity was piqued.

"I haven't see you here before, and you look like you've handled a weapon before. Did you just arrive?"

[shedevilwithsword]

After a few strikes Sonja decided the blade was at least decently well-made and could potentially suite her needs. Though what of the other weapons? She would have to try her hand at them next. No point in relying on one thing after all, it was far better that she become more acquainted with the various tools and the like around her. Gods know that she would most likely be in need of them.

Then the girl spoke. "A very good guess child."

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Mindy." She was never wild about people calling her 'child,' just didn't sit well with her. She liked watching the woman though: definitely seemed to know her way around with the sword.

"Judging by the get up...warrior, maybe?"

[shedevilwithsword]

An eyebrow raised itself before she moved on towards the spears next. Deciding to try on all of the weapons that are known to her before doing anything with any of the more exotic ones. Granted she briefly wondered what kind of name is "Mindy".

"Another accurate guess, I am a warrior."

I'm assuming she's wearing the same outfit! If not, I'll amend.

[hit_girl_mindy]

The best name, of course. It sounded cute, innocent. Wonderful contrast.

"Digging the chainmail, very Xena. What do you fight in your world?"

That is exactly what she is wearing. :3

[shedevilwithsword]

T Sonja it sounded like one of those names that you coo to babies, or would call a sweet. Not that great in her opinion, but that was her opinion.

"I do not know who that is. As for what I fight? Men, monsterous beings...more things than I can possibly count." As well as things that she could not quite explain with words alone.

Re: That is exactly what she is wearing. :3

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Nevermind, pop culture thing. So you actually fight monsters. Cool. Where I'm from human beings cause enough trouble to begin with."

Granted, how would fighting that stuff work with what she was wearing? It looked more like it would chafe than anything.

Training.

[assassinat]

Natasha's not down here to train.

Many of the others that do show up in the training room have come to do just that and that's what she's studying. Who is a true combatant and where their style originates from. How easy it will be to counter. What weapon they were best at and which one they flail embarrassingly at.

Then there's this redhead who reminds her a bit too much of herself. Watching her causes a bit of discomfort, but Natasha doesn't let it show as she lingers near a weapon's rock in her current persona: clueless woman.

[shedevilwithsword]

Sonja strolls through the various weapons that were up for offer, fingers lightly grazing over pommels, shafts handles and the like. Before her eyes silently glance over to Nat, it seems as though she is being watched. The other woman looked clueless, walked cluelessly and carried herself about in such a manner. However the red head knew a bit better than that. Not everyone here are killers, this is true, however most seem to have something special about them. Plus this is a gladiator game, a blood sport, no one here is exactly clueless.

But how to deal with this little spy?

Humming, she ran her hand over a bow, taking both it and a single arrow. Knocking and making as though she were about to fire on a target before quickly spinning on her heel and releasing the arrow in Nat's general direction. The spy shall become the one being spied on...if she has good reflexes...and the arrow does not actually hit her.

[assassinat]

It was inevitable this would happen sooner or later. Pulling in a bunch of people to tell them their lives were forfeit in favor of sport meant they would retaliate against each other.

Maybe it was a test to see if Natasha was as clueless as she was.

Taking an arrow to the shoulder is no big deal for her so she jerks down as if that will help her, a clumsy enough gesture, but more importantly it causes the arrow to pierce upright instead of down. No vital organs will be hit this way, but she can play up the pain all the same.

"What the hell?!"

[shedevilwithsword]

She began to slowly saunter over to the red head after grabbing a few more arrows. Let it be known that Sonja does not like being spied on. Knocking another arrow and standing at the ready. "Perhaps you should stop your act of innocence."

Otherwise she may just release another arrow, only this time to the knee. "I do not like others spying on me. Even less when they do so in the open." Most that she has met have wisely kept to the shadows or in a public area where she could not see.

[assassinat]

Can't blame her for any of that: usually spying should be done in secret, not out like this. There's no force field for her to hide behind and watch, so the best she can do is be down here in hopes that none of them pay more than a cautious glance to her.

Then there's this woman. She's more paranoid than her, she'll give her that much.

Natasha takes note of the weapons rack near her, knowing it's close enough that she can use it for cover and pick up something herself if this ends up being life or death. An arrow to the shoulder is nothing for her, but damn does it sting.

"I wasn't spying. I don't even know how to fire one of those things." The frantic pitch of her voice only adds to the story as she brings a hand up as if that can stop the blood. It pierce right on through her back thankfully so it'll be an easy fix once she's done here. "Besides, if you didn't want to be watched, why would you wear that? It's begging for attention."

[shedevilwithsword]

When a person lives in a place such as Hyboria, it usually pays quite a bit to be paranoid and handy with at least a butter knife. Those who fail to be cautious either find themselves a hole in the ground, or be sold off as property.

Likewise Sonja cautiously eyes the entirety of their surroundings, taking note of Natasha's body, feet, face and arms. The other woman was prepared to make a move if need be. Though to where? She could either use the weapons rack for cover, attempt to make it to the exit, or run off to another space in the room. Whatever the case, Sonja was prepared to follow the way she shifts her weight. One of the most important skills a swordsman/woman can have is being able to at least marginally read their opponents movements.

And with the She-Devil being as experienced as she is, she can usually spot the slightest change. "I am not ashamed of my body." Besides, most men, and a good deal of women, do not even see her blade when she is dressed like this.

"Now if you value your life then it should be prudent to tell me your name and why you have singled me out." Granted that she probably would not kill her right off the bat. Perhaps horribly maim her though.

[assassinat]

"I've told you." Natasha insists, her voice growing higher as indicative of being frightened. "I don't know what it is I'm doing so I thought maybe if I watched how someone else did it that maybe, that maybe..."

Her body slumps forward a bit to put herself in a better position, but more importantly to feign as if she was in tremendous pain.

"Shit, am I going to die cause of this?"

[shedevilwithsword]

And yet she held true. Her bow still bent as she continued to eye Natasha. "You are a very persistent little spy, yes? However it is usually far better to stay in the shadows than in the open. Do you know what it is that I do to those that spy on me?"

She fired another arrow, this one aimed towards the knees to get her to move. The goal being to either drive her back, or to injure her more.

[iphigeneia]

Felicity had nearly become accustomed to her fate as the only female resident of the District Two suites. She'd adjusted to the incivility of her male companions and made no attempts to correct their manners, though aside from Some, Jet, and Nasir, she wasn't especially close to any of the other Tributes. She kept mostly to herself while in the suites, devouring all the books on art and history that she could get her hands on. And she spent a great deal of time training on her own or with Jet.

So imagine her surprise when she emerged from her bedroom to see the most exquisite creature she'd ever seen in her life throwing a massive tantrum as if she might tear down the building with the stomping of her feet alone. It startled Felicity. But more than that, it delighted her. She found that she was dying to know all about this woman. She was dying to know everything immediately.

"Throwing a fit won't get them to send you back," she said, English accent crisp and decisive. "You can take my word on that. I've tried it."

[shedevilwithsword]

Well you never know what a tantrum might get you. And look what it got Sonja, a person to talk to, and perhaps milk information from. Granted that Felicity should also take into account that Sonja was not exactly up to date with Victorian mannerisms either. In fact she was wearing her infamous, chain mail bikini right now. Sonja is most certainly not one to dress up, drink tea or dance.

"Perhaps not, no. However it is unhealthy to keep anger inside." Or any emotion really. It made it rather hard to think rationally, as well as act within reason. Still, Sonja was not stomping now if that sooths the young lady any. Granted that she might start up again later on. But for now her attention was on Felicity. Angered eyes burning into owe of the girl's.

[iphigeneia]

She continued to stare at Sonja, a look for vague girlish delight in her eyes. Sonja might look angry, but Felicity couldn't help but find herself feeling fascinated. "I couldn't agree more. But perhaps you might choose to direct your anger toward something productive, rather than at the floor."

[shedevilwithsword]

The staring was starting a little unnerved there pally. She really could not understand the sudden fascination with her. Most of those who are tend to make it either a really unhealthy habit, or intend to hire her sword. Sonja was rather certain that the blond girl was not any of those. So what was with that stare? "I am currently looking for something more productive."

Well really she was in the middle of it. That being that she was currently exploring.

[iphigeneia]

"There are plenty of things to busy yourself with, whether it be training in the gymnasium or in the library." The blonde gestured to the stack of books she'd left on one of the tables in the living area. She seemed to devour the history books of Panem, censored as they were. "One can make a splash here, either physically or intellectually."

[shedevilwithsword]

Well now those were very fine choices indeed. One always does need to keep their mind and body sharp. Granted that from what she can tell none of the citizens of this city were very sharp. They were softer than fluff and many appeared to be just as ignorant of the world around them. However there was one very pressing matter that she wished to solve.

"And what of the bars and brothels. Surely they exist here, yes?" Because nothing beat a hard day's work than some alcohol and good prostitute...a clean of course.

[iphigeneia]

"I cannot say that I know much of either." She was a lady, after all. But a look of mischief washed over her features a moment later. "However, I know of a self-proclaimed whore who lives on the third floor. You would know her by her shorn head."

Felicity at last offered her hand to Sonja, for a proper introduction. "My name is Felicity. I'm a Tribute. My condolences at having arrived here, Miss."

[shedevilwithsword]

Of course she wouldn't, that was just Sonja's luck wasnt it? Even if she supposedly knows of a "self-proclaimed whore" it was probably far, far different from the actual truth, so she would have to curb her lust for now it seemed...granted that she could probably find a bar somewhere eventually.

Then that hand was extended. Staring at it for a moment before reaching out and giving it a quick, strong shake and then letting go. "And I am no Miss, Madame or Lady. I am Red So ja." Ad the red part was as close to a title as she usually got...that and general.