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WHO| Don&Plutarch, Riddick&Lilium, Max&Elias, and Anna&Nathaniel
WHAT| Scoping them out for rebellion potential.
WHERE| Various locations
WHEN| About a week before the new arena.
WARNINGS/NOTES| This is our first time doing this. Forgive any mistakes. Also this is not a promise you will get into the Rebellion. And if you fail, it is not a promise you will never get in. There will be a thread for each of the pairing, set up by the NPC half (it may take a day or two for your NPC to get up a thread)

Whispers of a rebellion could be heard, even if you didn't know where to look. Many lived blissfully in ignorance, of course. But it didn't take a lot to realize that, when you killed people's children, they tended not to be happy with you.

But whispers of a rebellion and an actual rebellion were very different things.

Especially one happening right here, in the middle of the city. That was unheard of.

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If Max knew they pitied her, she'd be furious. Up the walls furious.

But nevermind that.

"Look," she says, smiling with what she hoped was an air of patience. "what is it do you want from me, exactly?"

"Well, we're both on the same team, in a way. Figured we should get to know each other."

He knew she had a lot of potential, but even if he wanted to just lay it all out, it wasn't allowed. And really, he didn't know her well enough to trust her with it all without the proper investigation, anyway.

Something isn't cricket here, and Max isn't entirely certain what.

But she's curious enough to resolve to be patient. Or at least try to be patient.

"Okay." she says, still giving him a suspicious look. It wouldn't do to appear immediately conciliatory. "So...why here, then? I mean...were you looking to spar, or something?"

"Just talk. Where no one else is so likely to be listening in."

Hopefully, that would get her on the same page as him. He glanced around, watching a tribute practice with an ax. Wondering if that one belonged to Johanna.

"It's hard to find a place around here where you can talk freely."

"You need a crowd for that sort of thing."

Max makes the remark off-handedly. Maybe this is a test, to see if she is foolish enough to make controversial statements in the middle of one of the potentially most monitored areas in the city.

He shrugged.

"It's busy here, it's loud, and it's not strange for us to stand together and talk."

"Fair enough." Max replies casually. "So why don't you tell me then, what you'd like to know about me, where you can ask questions in an environment that's busy, loud, and normal for us to stand around and talk?"

She smiles at him.

"All right."

He watched a tribute struggled with a spear, considering where to pick back up. These questions felt awkward and obvious in his mouth.

"What would you change, right now? Besides going home."

And she goes write back to incredulous.

"What are you doing, shopping for new avoxes?"

But after a moment, she admits, "They're doing something to suppress my transgenic abilities. I want them back."

He nods, looking over at her. A personal answer. A sentiment he could understand, of course. He had come here whole, once upon a time.

"What abilities are those?"

Not on the script, but possibly of interest.

This is something she feels safe talking about.

"Enhanced physical capabilities. Strength, speed, stamina, dexterity. My immune system was peaked, I had regenerative capabilities, highly enhanced eye sight. My blood can even heal people if I allow it to be transfused. Everything about me was," she searches for a word, "Better. There are some side effects, but I can usually keep them under control, and here, they're worth the risk."

"How? I can't imagine...losing that would be unnerving."

She looked human, but...looks could be deceiving, clearly. It seemed, from the way she talked about it, to not be a natural change.

She shrugs a little bit. "I was a test tube baby, made by the government. The best of human DNA spliced with feline DNA. I was bred to be a good little soldier, a killing machine on behalf of the good old US of A."

Something like a mutt, than. A far more advanced one, than he has ever heard of. Then again, who knew what they had in the bowels of their facilities.

"This was...another time line obviously, but before the dark days?"

She shrugs. "As you know of 'em. The days after the Pulse were pretty damn dark."

Because she expects he'll ask, she explains, "A bunch of terrorists deployed an EMP over the United States - what Panem used to be called. Destroyed most of the computer networks and communication systems. Society kinda crumbled and it all went downhill from there."

"Sounds like the United States is pretty screwed, no matter how it goes."

It wasn't a very lucky place. He sighed, looking over at Max. hew was glad to have talked to her, he had some interesting things to bring back...but this would have to wait for another day.

"I should get back to my Tributes. I'll see you?"

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