The light that went by is that of a magic lantern

[dingadong]

Who| Ringabel and OPEN
What| A man with no past (that he knows of) suddenly finds himself a Tribute in another world's future.
Where| District 7 Floor, The Tower, Around The Capitol
When| Near the end of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Ringabel can be somewhat inappropriate at times.


[District Seven]

Ringabel sits on the couch in the District Seven suite, leaning forward so that his elbows rest on his legs and his chin on his folded hands. These artificer's moving pictures are totally unlike anything he remembers from his days in Caldisla--not that he remember past those days--and in truth, this whole city is. Much of this building is constructed in substances Ringabel is unfamiliar with. None of the artifice seems to contain clockwork. Where in Luxendarc was this place?

These Games he was supposed to compete in were brutal, he could tell that much with this sequence of pictures showing the death of a child at the hands of an old man with some sort of hand-canon. Ringabel supposed the one saving grace was that the Games he was to be in was still a month. Still, it was evident that when that month was up he'd be in quite a pickle.

"Is a month's luxury truly worth this?" he muses out loud.

[All over Tribute Tower and the Capitol]

Watching the moving picture's carnage leaves a sour taste in Ringabel's mouth. When the moving pictures switch a pair of older dandies with elaborate coiffures talking together about the slaughter he'd previously witness, he gets up to leave District Seven's floor in order to see the rest of the Tribute's building and then, after that he supposes, the city as well. Perhaps he can procure a map that will show him what part of Luxendarc this Panem lies in.

Ringabel goes around the tower, up and down the elevator, poking his head onto every floor. He visits the roof and the training floor and the central commons and the bar. He has a smile and a bow for everyone he meets, for it doesn't hurt to be friendly. He has a special smile for the ladies.

Finally, however, he leaves the Tower for the bright maze of the city. If there is only a month until his uncertain doom, best to make the most of it.

He just wishes they would return his book.

Comments

D7 Suites!

[iflipmyhair]

"Get used to it." Hello, Ringabel. There was a young, dark-haired girl walking past. "You will be here for awhile."

A new person. Hopefully, he won't be as obnoxious as certain others in the suite.

Re: D7 Suites!

[dingadong]

Ah! A maiden! Ringabel stands up and makes a courtly bow to her. "Well!" he says, "If I am to be here a while, at least I will be in pleasant company. I am Ringabel--or at least, that is what they call me. What might they call you, madame?"

Re: D7 Suites!

[iflipmyhair]

Oh, dear. A polite, chivalrous person. Supposedly. She stopped when she heard him stand, turning in time to see him bow.

"...Homura Akemi." Her voice is flat and unimpressed. "If you wish to be at all amenable to other Tributes, do not call yourself 'pleasant company'. We're not the ones you need to impress, after all."

Re: D7 Suites!

[dingadong]

"Oh, I daresay I am pleasant company," Ringabel replies, "but the company I was thinking of was your own, Miss Homura, and may I say you are looking lovely today?"

Granted, she was a trifle young for his tastes and were she to respond, he would almost certainly back out in respect to her youth, but ladies of all ages enjoy a bit of pleasant flirtation, don't they?

Re: D7 Suites!

[iflipmyhair]

"I look like I always do. No better, no worse."

Nope. Still completely unimpressed.

D7

[ruffntumblenut]

"Eh, it's better then a kick in the teeth. They'll do that too."

The gruff and gravely voice called from the kitchen area where Ruffnut was indulging in one of her new favorite treats. Cheesecake.

She had been suspicious of the idea of a cake made out of cheese but amazingly it was a wonderful creamy treat smothered in fruit.

Ruffnut had eaten about twelve small cakes and was working on her thirteenth, not even looking up at the boy who had spoken.

Re: D7

[dingadong]

Despite his fresh face and youthful hairdo, Ringabel is no mere "boy." In fact, he is in his early twenties, not that he knows it. The voice which emerges from his mouth when he stands to bow to Ruffnut isn't a boy's voice either: "Indeed. I will be careful lest my face find their foot."

Re: D7

[ruffntumblenut]

It took Ruffnut a moment to adjust to the guys way of speaking. He had such a youthful face but the voice was...weird. He sounded like the Capitolites she'd met so far. Stuffy.

"Uh...yeah exactly. They also like to shoot you with lightning if you cause trouble." She returned to her meal scooping an oversized bite into her mouth happily.

Re: D7

[dingadong]

Ringabel nods knowledgeably. "The Thunder spell? I've heard of it. The magic shop in Caldisla sold the scroll, as a matter of fact." He frowns. "... it is just Thunder, right? Not Thundara or Thundaga?"

Re: D7

[ruffntumblenut]

Ruffnut's head tilted slightly at his response. Were those even words?

"Um...it's not on a scroll it comes from these little guns they have. They point them at you and it zaps you and you're on the ground twitching and you can't move and it feels like your insides are cooking." She couldn't help but smile a bit at the memory.

Rooftop

[letthemburn]

Doom is a very good word for it. It's probably not the word Iskierka would have used, but it's better than nothing, even if it isn't a topic that she's at all aware he's thinking about. To be honest, she's a little more surprised at the sheer number of people who have been coming up to the rooftop lately. But she supposed it's not as if they have any less of a right to the roof than she does.

She even manages something that's likely meant to be a friendly sort of nod in his direction. It looks a little odd, on her, but then again, dragons have never exactly been made for human gestures no matter the gesture in question.

Re: Rooftop

[dingadong]

Ringabel jumps back several inches when he sees the dragon. Is he meant to fight her now? Is that how this is? He thought he had to wait until he was in the arena. And he is, sadly, no mage. (Although he thinks that considering her red coloring, she is probably the sort of dragon who'd shoot flame at people, so casting Blizard--not that he is a mage--would probably be good tactics.

[letthemburn]

Iskierka certainly wouldn't stop him from fighting her. Admittedly, she's not going to go out of her way to encourage him to fight her either, but she wouldn't stop him. (He's right in that she's a firebreather though, even if the Capitol has made it so that she can't for the most part, and Blizzard might not have as much of an effect as he might like, were he a mage.)

She's silent for a moment longer, as she takes a moment to enjoy a reaction that's closer to one she might have gotten back home than many have been lately, but in due time she figures she might as well at least say something.

"You may come closer, if you wish."

[dingadong]

"I'm not entirely sure I do," he says. "Forgive me, but all I know of dragons is that they have a propensity to attack travelers in the more dangerous patches of countryside and sometimes they lurk at the end of dungeons, as all powerful enemies do."

She doesn't seem like she's going to attack him. That's good, right?

[letthemburn]

"I do not see why it would be interesting to lurk at the end of anything. It is much more interesting to be able to simply go places."

Which isn't to say that she'd be less inclined to attack him, had the two of them managed to cross paths in her own world (and assuming he wasn't an ally), but the idea of waiting around for people to come to her doesn't seem at all appealing. Especially when she could just as easily go somewhere herself, and find people that way.

(She is indeed not about to attack, and that's definitely a good start.)

tower!

[reassures]

It's mostly by chance that Nill actually runs into Ringabel. There's only really the one elevator that everyone seems to use, and while he was on his way up through the levels, she was waiting for the elevator to show up so she could go down. It's the first time she's really run into anyone on the elevator, and she starts a little at first, but offers an awkward smile as she steps inside.

Re: tower!

[dingadong]

Ringabel smiles back. "Good afternoon, madame, and may I say that this lift is made more lovely by your presence?"

[reassures]

Oh dear. The type that likes to flattery. Nill's wings flutter against her back briefly, before she pulls out a pen and notepad. She's very quick to write something and hold it up for him to see.

It's nice to meet you too.

[dingadong]

Ah. A mute? Must be. "I'm Ringabel, or so they call me. Might I have the pleasure of your name, miss?"

[reassures]

Something about that seems to confuse her. She takes a moment to think about it, finds that it still sounds odd, and then finally writes again.

my name is Nill.
"so they call me"?

Roof!

[a_minute_younger]

Ringabel gives Gary a bow as they pass and Gary bows right back, quick but deep and with an elaborate flourish of his hand. "Afternoon!" he grins, skips a step--and then hops onto the roof's outer ledge. It is quite narrow and Gary's balancing, although on-point, looks rather haphazard and precarious on the outset. Surely he's not going to fall, right? Probably?

Re: Roof!

[dingadong]

Ringabel raises an eyebrow. He'd like to ask if the other man is quite sure of his balance, but doesn't want to precipitate a fall instead. So he just sits on a bench, one leg folded over the other, and leans forward, resting his chin on his hand as he watches Gary.

[a_minute_younger]

Apparently Gary is quite sure of his balance, as he continues wobbling along the edge with his arms out and does not seem concerned about the potential of veering one way or the other. This goes on for a few moments. Gary is, after all, only trying to find ways to entertain himself while he's looking around, there's no real point to it--that is, until he looks up from his feet and realizes that Ringabel is still watching him.

At this point it becomes a contest. Gary stops and his smile widens. "Waiting for someone?" he asks idly, while his eyes wander to the nearest island of trees. He can make that jump, he thinks. Never mind just stepping down and walking on the path between them, of course, that simply isn't allowed. Gary braces his knees and waits for a response.

[dingadong]

"Merely taking a relaxing sunbath," Ringabel replies. Is the young man really going to try to...

... evidently he is.

[a_minute_younger]

The real question is, why wouldn't he? Gary raises a brow. "Really? Nothing else?" he quips, in the moment before he makes the jump--successfully, even. Gary is far from being a gangly teen, but his balance on sticking the landing is impeccable. Almost immediately he returns to casually walking the border around the island. "Not even a bit of recreational navel-gazing?"