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thecapitol2015-01-04 11:03 pm
alwaysshielded) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-04 11:03 pm
You have neither reason nor rhyme
Who| Cassandra Pentaghast and anyone!
What| Cassandra arrives between Arenas. She is unimpressed.
Where| Training Area, District 3 suits, and anywhere in the Capitol
When| Post arena 12
Warnings/Notes| TBD
Training Hall
[The sword had not been still from the moment she took it in hand. Hunger Games. Another stab, another burst of light as...some form of magical practice dummy burst before her, shattering in squares onto the ground around her before vanishing into thin air. It did little to assuage her theory this was yet another trick of spirits, of the Fade. Impossible for a Seeker to be so impacted by demons. Yet possible and im- had so very little to do with reality as of late. It was impossible for the ancient villains of religious text to appear and terrorize the world. This? This was child's play in comparison.
So she had taken to the training hall to think. Block, parry, thrust, kill. A simple dance of death against these magical conjectures, one that hardly took an ounce of her attention. It brought a calm no other activity could, save perhaps prolonged meditation. Kept her rage occupied as her mind contemplated her current state.
But the sound of another entering echoed through the hall, breaking the dance. She pivoted from the illusions, attention locked on to the potential threat. Without thought her sword pointed in the direction of the noise, her gaze locking onto the newcomer.]
District 3 Floor
[The tragedy was that the chambers were, by all measures, an improvement from her quarters in the Inquisition. There were no holes in the walls, none of Leliana's birds sneaking in to nest in her rafters. The exact function of much of her quarters was beyond her, but she hardly had the patience to sit about and figure them out. If it were important, she would come to terms with it in time. For now she would see the other captives of her cell block, and hold no illusions they were otherwise. The kitchens, however...
Cassandra had to scowl at the sheer unfamiliarity of the room. There were no fires, no mouser cat, no...no turnips burning for no apparent reason. Even the simplest of needs, nutrition, was a confusing endeavor in this nightmare. She stood in the doorway for a long moment before turning to return to the (slightly more logical) common area. Chairs, at least, were an unchanged concept.]
Wildcard
[She will be exploring and disapproving of the Capital and common area, feel free to bump into her scowling at things anywhere!]
What| Cassandra arrives between Arenas. She is unimpressed.
Where| Training Area, District 3 suits, and anywhere in the Capitol
When| Post arena 12
Warnings/Notes| TBD
Training Hall
[The sword had not been still from the moment she took it in hand. Hunger Games. Another stab, another burst of light as...some form of magical practice dummy burst before her, shattering in squares onto the ground around her before vanishing into thin air. It did little to assuage her theory this was yet another trick of spirits, of the Fade. Impossible for a Seeker to be so impacted by demons. Yet possible and im- had so very little to do with reality as of late. It was impossible for the ancient villains of religious text to appear and terrorize the world. This? This was child's play in comparison.
So she had taken to the training hall to think. Block, parry, thrust, kill. A simple dance of death against these magical conjectures, one that hardly took an ounce of her attention. It brought a calm no other activity could, save perhaps prolonged meditation. Kept her rage occupied as her mind contemplated her current state.
But the sound of another entering echoed through the hall, breaking the dance. She pivoted from the illusions, attention locked on to the potential threat. Without thought her sword pointed in the direction of the noise, her gaze locking onto the newcomer.]
District 3 Floor
[The tragedy was that the chambers were, by all measures, an improvement from her quarters in the Inquisition. There were no holes in the walls, none of Leliana's birds sneaking in to nest in her rafters. The exact function of much of her quarters was beyond her, but she hardly had the patience to sit about and figure them out. If it were important, she would come to terms with it in time. For now she would see the other captives of her cell block, and hold no illusions they were otherwise. The kitchens, however...
Cassandra had to scowl at the sheer unfamiliarity of the room. There were no fires, no mouser cat, no...no turnips burning for no apparent reason. Even the simplest of needs, nutrition, was a confusing endeavor in this nightmare. She stood in the doorway for a long moment before turning to return to the (slightly more logical) common area. Chairs, at least, were an unchanged concept.]
Wildcard
[She will be exploring and disapproving of the Capital and common area, feel free to bump into her scowling at things anywhere!]
training grounds - so sorry for the late!
mostly, he spends his days wandering the capitol. he eventually finds himself making his way into the training room, and he's about to take hold of a few small knives before he realizes who is behind all the clamor, the sound of metal scraping. she turns because his footsteps are louder now than they used to be. he's more substantial than he used to be.
she points the sword at him and he looks back at her with intense calm. )
Another. They bring us, one after another. They hold us like figurines behind the glass. a complete collection to please their audiences.
( cole fidgets a little bit. )
Hello, Seeker.
No worries!
[ The sword lowers quickly, Cassandra long since past the urge to chase Cole off whenever he suddenly appeared. Which, for once, the sudden presence behind her had not been the case. She did hear him. Which was another curiosity to add to the rest. Magic blocked, demons absent, and yet they recruit a spirit? Or whatever the boy-thing was now that he had spent time among the Inquisition. But the darting and weaving way of speaking. That, at least, hadn't changed.]
Whatever strange alterations this world inflicts upon us, you remain yourself, I see.
no subject
( it's hard to explain. he's still not sure how to do it himself, although he is grateful for the fact that she lowers her sword. he's come to really like cassandra over his time with the inquisition. more than anyone, he sees her as being capable of changing things for the better. )
I have to eat, now. And sleep. I didn't, before. I think I'm...human. Not like I was, with none of the old songs. Human, like you.
no subject
[ Which does not make him less human, she supposes. Simply a different type. It's as good a time as any to take a small breather from her exercises, however, so she nods over towards one of the benches. Better to talk there than lingering in doorways.]
no subject
( he remembers what some of the capitol citizens had said the day he arrived. that boy doesn't move quite right, whispered under their breath.
but cole makes his way over to the bench that she nods to, sitting himself down, leaning his elbows on his knees like he's curling in on himself. )
It is...good to see that you're alive. I'm glad.