who are we to be emotional

[fight_like_a_girl]

WHO| Steph and YOU!
WHAT| Arrival Shenanigans
WHEN| Today after she gets dropped in Panem
WHERE| Training Center, District 8 Suites, Rooftop
WARNINGS| None at the moment!


Training Center

This isn't the first time Stephanie has woken up in a strange place, but it was certainly the first time for a mob of armed guards informing her that she was now apart of a battle royal to the death. She'd insisted that they must be joking, but when they got nasty and threatened violence, she backed off. Contrary to popular belief, she didn't actually enjoy getting beat up. There was also the nagging feeling that something was very wrong with her, she just couldn't place what, which is why she's here in the training center.

It doesn't take long for her to discover that they're somehow blocking the serum in her body. Her punches don't move the sandbags like they used to, and she gets winded so easily that it's alarming. Steph stops the bag from swinging, breathing hard and fast. None of this boded well.



District 8 Suites

The district suites where they dropped her off are ridiculous to say the least. They're huge and gaudy and she can't quite decide if she likes them or not; It's so much space for so few people. She might be biased in that respect, but there's no denying the scale and luxury of it all.

Steph is poking around the common areas and the kitchen, investigating all the bells and whistles. It's not like she has much else to do.



Rooftop

After everything that's happened so far, Steph has wandered to the rooftop for some fresh air. She has to admit that the view of the city is is impressive. It's still a whole different world, hostile and controlling, apparently feeding on death and pain like it's going out of style. It's frustrating to be so powerless in the face of such gross injustices. But none of that means she's about to give up. No, she's just got to come up with a plan of attack. And there's no use rushing headlong into trouble.
 

Comments

[letthemburn]

Nope, she's definitely a dragon. One who's gotten surprisingly used to the fact that most place don't have dragons, but a dragon nonetheless. Fortunately, she also seems rather less than inclined to actually attack. Or at least, not inclined to do so right now, which might be about the best that can be expected.

"Only it seems to me," she continues on, ignoring both the double take and the somewhat confused sounding greeting that followed, "that it should be far more interesting to at least try fighting with someone else, and more useful besides."

Of course, Iskierka isn't exactly offering herself up unless Stephanie really wants to try her hand at fighting something that's no doubt got something of a natural advantage in her claws and teeth, to say nothing of the fact that a good portion of Iskierka is covered in spines besides.

[fight_like_a_girl]

She has a point. Sparing against someone else would probably be more productive, but that's not really what she had set out to do. Regardless, she had discovered that her powers are indeed gone, and there's little point in pushing herself further.

"I was letting off some steam. It's better to beat on this than someone else." She puts a hand on the bag, which might look a little worse for wear but is a far cry from the way she used to be able to split them open. At least this way there's less of a mess to clean up. "I just got here too, I don't really know anyone else."

She certainly doesn't want to fight against her. Sure, she might be able to dodge her for a while, but those claws and teeth would catch up to her eventually. It dawns on her while she's looking up at the dragon that she hasn't even introduced herself. Human or not, there's no reason to be rude.

"I'm Stephanie." She offers, and would shake her hand if she had them instead of talons and scales.

[letthemburn]

The phrase letting of steam means something far different to Iskierka than it likely does to Stephanie, but she doesn't ask about it. There's not any need to in her mind, and she understands what she thinks is the right context. (It's probably not, given that she's thinking mostly of herself and has never heard it in an emotional context.)

"I suppose it would be easier," she admits after moment. "But it hardly seems interesting all the same."

It's like drills, she figures. Not at all interesting, for all that everyone had seemed to think they were good idea, back when she was younger. And she supposes they'd been useful besides, if she must give them something.

"I am Iskierka."

[fight_like_a_girl]

"It's wonderful to meet you, Iskierka." She smiles as much as she can considering the situation. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder, and it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon.

"I have to say though, you're the first dragon I've ever met." And maybe not the last if this was the norm here.

[letthemburn]

So far, Isierka is the only dragon she knows of, here. She's met other people who are familiar with dragons, yes. But no other actual dragons, which has the somewhat understandable side effect of making her stand out all the more.

"I have heard so from other people as well," she answers, "and it is ever so strange, even now. Back at home no one would find it at all strange."