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

[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.)

[dingadong]

"I would agree," Ringabel says, half because he does and half because agreeing with such a dangerous creature (albeit small for its kind) seems like a very good idea to him. "It seems very tedious to me, especially as there are bound to be few people to talk to and most of them you would be destined to fight to the death or at least knock out with in any case."

[letthemburn]

Tedious indeed. And also likely cold and not anywhere near close enough to anywhere she'd be able to fly besides, at which point there's even less reason to bother with it.

"I suppose it would not be so bad to fight people," she comments after a brief moment of silence. "But I should hardly wish to be forced to it, especially if someone simply wished to come and see me. And surely one's crew would complain most horribly about it besides."

Well, maybe not Granby. But the others might, and she knows she wouldn't care to hear whatever complaints might come up during the stay, regardless of how short it might end up being.

[dingadong]

"One's crew? Do dragons have crews to maintain them?" Ringabel frowns. This is something he's never considered. Does she mean the roaming monsters who inhabit the earlier stages of dungeons or something else entirely?

[letthemburn]

"Oh, it is not maintenance that we need," Iskierka answers. "But it would not be the same to fight on ones' own, and not all of us have natural weapons beyond teeth and claws besides. Having a crew who can all bring guns is ever so helpful."

It means more risk of taking injury from the weapons of an enemy dragon's crew, yes. But that doesn't mean that it's any less useful to have a crew, even if it does mean having to actually pay attention to orders more often than she'd ever care to.