thecapitol | Intro

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Intro

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.

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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.

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.

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?"

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."

"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?"

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."

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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?!"

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.

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."

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.

"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.

To be truthful? Sonja herself has a very hard time actually differing from the two. Having witnessed all types of people, and having killed those said types of people, or vowing to do so. There is typically no differance between monsters and humans in her mind, just the species.

"People always cause trouble it seems. That is why I practice." And do more than practice.

Though she does not always just where her under armor. But when she does she has made certain that is at least somewhat comfortable. With the actual panties being either a comfortable cloth or leather.

Mindy would have had a hard time differing between the two, actually. Truthfully, both could be pretty destructive, but it was humans who made their vendettas absolute, their mark on territory so deadly and final that they tended to be the thing of nightmares.

The Capitol in a nutshell, really.

"Well, you're here, so trouble is a given. Might want to rethink the clothes though. People tend to target exposed skin, anything they can use for an advantage."

"Yes, I know that." Normally she does not just wear her bikini. Typically she dresses for whatever it is she is doing, and where she is doing it. But she had been brought in rather suddenly by a group of, as far as she could tell, mages or far too sophisticated humans. Mix the fact that she has absolutely no idea what to expect here, then she would prefer the bikini first, then adapt as things go.

The coolest thing about her current dress? Se can put stuff over it if need be, also... "Aside from that, most do not even see my blade before I put out their lights."

"That sounds bad ass," Mindy had to admit. Seriously, there was just dressing like that to attract attention, but to do it and carry yourself higher than that just showed how much you thought clothing had nothing to do with fighting. That usually meant you could rock it in whatever you wore.

"I could tell you what you want to know, if you're curious."

What exactly is with the strange terminology? Sonja will most likely never understand. Still this Mindy child seemed to at least respect her somewhat, a change of pace perhaps? Whatever the case, the red head simply deduced the term being a positive form of some sort of endearment

"Very well, what is really expected of us in these gladiator games, and what is their arena like?" Such knowledge could potentially prove crucial.

"What's expected? Simple enough: we give a show. The whole point in the fight is that we're representing a struggle between the government and the rebellious people years and years ago. The government won and, as punishment, hosted these games every year. Two kids from each district, a boy and a girl, reaped at will and then having to compete with the other district kids in a battle to the death. Only one kid lives."

She sighed. "Then one day this girl named Katniss and her boyfriend defy the rules. They both choose to try and end the games on their terms, the government gets nervous. So they decide to flex their muscles. Now the games are held whenever, and instead of District children, they thrown in people from whole other worlds."

Well...that kind of answered the more nagging question. Yes blood sports are always meant to entertain the common rabble, as well as a few of the nobility. But to also use it as punishment? While sacrifices amongst the conquered people do happen. It was typically the elites who paid the price, and the price was generally either family being held hostage or sacrificed to the gods.

But to use them for gladiator games? That was rather original. Granted she felt as though the entire story was far more silly and convoluted than it was explained, sonja got the basic gist.

Still... "Why bring in others from realms that are not their own?" She was starting to get the feeling that these wizards were rather...simple minded.

"That's a good question. I never got it myself. You'd think it would be more effective to just take their children and have death over their heads. But the way I figure, NOW they're showing them how powerful the government is, being able to take people from other worlds. Add to that we have our own backstories with details and woes that are broadcast on their television screens, you have a winner."

Mindy looked particularly bitter about this. "As for the Arenas? They can literally be just about anything, anywhere. When you enter, the first thing you have to put in your mind is the Cornucopia. Worry about everything else afterward."

"Even so, such a thing sounds counter productive towards the original goal." More so when those in charge here probably do not really know what forces they are dealing. The fools.

"Though what is this "Cornucopia"?" And more importantly what exactly makes it so important?

"Oh, I don't know. I think we're just a part of their first plan. Imagine if they start recruiting the worst of people from other worlds to keep us in check? I'd rather they not make sense right now."

A good question. "It'll be the first platform you deal with when you're coming into the Arena. Basically you're making a mad dash for supplies: food, water, first aid kid. Most important, though? Weapons. That's the big thing."

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

That is exactly what she is wearing. :3

Training.

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

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