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[conifer]

Who| Emily and YOU
What| There's a new mentor in town
Where| Various locations in the Training Centre
When| A few days after the end of Arena 12
Warnings/Notes| No warnings inherent. Prose and brackets both welcome.


a) District 7 suite - mostly for D7, but feel free to crash the pancake party otherwise

Every available surface of the common room is covered in silver platters laden with pancakes, along with various fruits, nuts, sauces and syrups to top them with. In pride of place are several large jugs of maple syrup, one of District 7's main exports, and Em might get a little offended if her tributes eschew it entirely. She'll give a reserved, polite smile to anyone who walks in, mentally sizing them up and trying to figure out if they have any chance in the Arena at all.

"Hello, there. I'm your new mentor."


b) Training Centre - open to all

She's positioned herself near the survival station - campfires, ropes, plants of all sorts - a place that's not nearly so popular as throwing around a sword or axe, but the one where she feels most qualified to give advice. She'll happily talk to any tribute that comes in to train, whether they belong to her district or not: as much as she wants to guarantee a District 7 win, she's not going to put the other tributes at a disadvantage before they've even got into the Arena. She's had enough of that duplicity for one lifetime.


c) Rooftop - closed to Jason Compson

Even out in the districts, Compson is a name that brings recognition, but only vaguely so far as Emily's own knowledge goes. She's fairly sure that he used to be the escort for District 10 - Calder's district, she thinks with the twinge of bitterness and shame that always runs through her thinking of him - and that makes her feel even more nervous about meeting with him. She tries to push it aside, to assume her usual mask, knowing that they'll be working together now, and that both of them surely have the interests of their tributes at heart.

She rises on hearing footsteps approaching the bench she's seated on in the rooftop gardens, offering a hand for him to shake, if he so chooses.

Comments

[ruffntumblenut]

That little stroke to her ego makes her lift her chin with pride.

"Yeah they are TOTALLY destructive. That's the best part! some of them shoot acid. Some of them can freeze you, There's even some that can smash stuff just by roaring!"

Unlike Hiccup, her interest in dragons was much more destructive then academic.

[conifer]

"Well in that case, it's too bad you won't have one in the Arena. You'd win for sure then." She tries to think how much money she'd need to raise from sponsors to have a dragon parachuted in, and knows it will never happen.

[ruffntumblenut]

"Yeah, and you can't teach me to breath fire...right? That's not a thing people can do around here? Like with magic technology or stuff?" Because anything Ruffnut didn't understand was magic technology.

"I figured out how guns work, those are kinda cool. Not a big enough explosion for how loud they are though." She mused thinking back to her first experiments with a gun in the Mall arena. Thank goodness Hiccup had been there to take it apart and figure out what it was or she might have killed herself on accident.

[conifer]

"It wouldn't surprise me if some of the Capitol scientists had figured out a way." If they could change people's skin colour then fire breathing surely couldn't be out of the question. "I don't see the Gamemakers letting you, though. Too much of an advantage."

"If you see a gun, go for it." Emily despised them - at least with the axes that Tributes of her District had traditionally gone for in the Arena there were other uses; guns were designed solely to kill - but they were a definite boon when it came to the Games. Perhaps that's why the Gamemakers gave them out so rarely. "Although I'm not sure that trying to make explosions is the best strategy. If it goes wrong you could be seriously hurt, and they give your location away too. I think we need to go for something more subtle."

[ruffntumblenut]

"Aw that's no fun." She was clearly disappointed that explosions were not the answer to all her problems. Still if Emily had survived the arena and won that meant she had to know what she was talking about.

"Alright, I can do that. With you on my side this next arena is all mine!"

She clenched a fist letting her confidence fire up once more. So what if she didn't have Hiccup or Astrid. So what if she didn't her dragons or her brother? This wasn't their story anymore. This was about her.

"I'm gonna give this my all." She promised.

[conifer]

For the first time since she'd returned to the Capitol and taken up the role of Mentor once more, Emily actually feels rather confident. She's unsure that Ruffnut can win without more training - she needed to think more tactically and subtly - but those were things that could be taught, and she was certainly willing to listen. Emily grins back at her.

"That's all I need to hear. Now, go on and finish your pancakes, and I'll be in the training rooms later on to show you how to carve a bow."

[ruffntumblenut]

[[ Seems like a good end for now~ Ruffnut will re-appear when the crowning comes around so she can reconnect with Emily and discuss her performance :) ]]