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Who| Diana and OPEN
What| Diana is basically just trying to figure out the situation.
Where| Anywhere in the city, really, just make sure it's clear!
When| Between Arena's 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| Nothing at the moment.

Diana was...unhappy, if the understatement could be forgiven. Taken from her bed, stripped of her powers, tossed into this world where she was meant to fight and kill for the entertainment of the ruling class...

Well, she was familiar with concept, obviously, but that didn't mean she liked it. And she liked even less what little she'd understood of the situation, of the history, before she'd been ushered to her quarters. As soon as she was left alone she was off, exploring the building, the city, anywhere she was allowed to go in search of answers. Of a crack in the prison walls.

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"An ambassador, technically, but I guess you could say I wore many hats. My homeland was cut off from the rest of the world for a very long time, so I was actually it's first ambassador, as well as Themyscira's Champion, and princess." She listed these credentials matter of factly. The princess title she'd lived with all her life, and Champion for what felt like her entire life. She'd always been the face of Themyscira, in one way or another. "And you? Did you leave a cushy job behind when you were taken here?"

"Princess, huh?"

He smirked and shook his head. "I look like a desk jockey to you?"

"You know, that's always the one people remark on the most?"

She looked him over, noting his hands in particular, the calluses. "That's not the only 'cushy' kind of job available. But no, not really. At first guess, I'd say archer, actually."

"Of the three you listed, it's the one I'm least familiar with."

He arched an eyebrow, though really, he'd seen this trick before. "How'd you figure?"

"Haven't met many princesses before now?"

Diana shrugged and gestured at him. "Archery is very popular where I'm from, I was taught from a young age. I've fallen out of practice, lately, but I remember what the calluses look like, for one."

"One or two, maybe. Still kind of a novelty."

He glances down at his hands with a faint smile. "Good eye."

"I still feel that way about men, sometimes," Diana said with a grin. "Didn't meet one until I was grown."

Diana ducked her head modestly. "And is that your profession? Archery?"

"All girls school?"

He thought a moment before answering. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"All-girl island. Themyscira, home of the Amazons. Until relatively recently, men weren't allowed to step foot there." She didn't see the point of trying to keep up the secret identity here, not when it had already failed so spectacularly back home.

"Do you teach it?"

"...Seriously?" He wasn't going to say it but that...was weird.

"Yeah, no. Not the teaching type."

"Seriously," she confirmed with a smile. "It's something Amazons are known for, I've heard.

"Are you a showman? Do I have to guess it exactly right before you tell me?"

"Huh." Yeah, he didn't know much about Amazons.

"I used to be. So I guess that means you're getting close."

Diana laughed. "Do I get something if I guess? Let's see, no longer a showman, but you still use archery in your occupation, although you don't teach...are you a warrior? There aren't many who still use the bow and arrow, at least where I come from." Although probably more than most places.

"Yeah, I guess you could call me that." It made him think of Thor, actually.

"Solved the mystery at last," she said. He wasn't a talkative man, that much she could see. "That must come in handy, in the Arena."

He wasn't talkative about himself, no.

"Not so far," he admitted. He's a little embarrassed how quickly he died.

"No?" she asked, curious. "So few of the Tributes I've met so far have been civilians, from what I could tell." Or children. "Are trained fighters less rare than I've been assuming?"

"I've met several civilians. But yeah. A lot of us are fighters."

"For variety, I guess," she said, her voice sour.

"That seems to be the theme of the day," he replied with much the same tone.

Diana looked him over at that tone. "You sound as thrilled as I feel, to be here. Unhappy with the accommodations?" A part of Diana wanted to believe that no one taken from their homes to fight in the Arena was happy about it, but she was too aware of a certain type of people to really believe it.

"Nah, they put us up in a real nice place," he said dryly. "Who could complain about that?"

"Prisoners stolen from their beds in the dead of night to a luxury suite while they waited for death, possibly," she said. "Other than that, I can't think of anyone."

"Yeah, there is that," he remarked dryly. He didn't mention that she was lucky to get the luxury suite. He got tossed right into an arena. "That's just getting nitpicky, though."

"I'm something of a nitpicky person," replied Diana, before adding, "Although precious few have been willing to complain too loudly I've found, even when they're obviously unhappy with the situation. I'm curious as to the hold this city has."

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