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thecapitol2015-05-23 12:23 pm
lionhearted_victor) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-23 12:23 pm
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Cuando, Cuando Es [Open]
Who| Leo and District 2, Leo and Open
What| A Pre-Arena Assessment and Tribute check-ups while Make a Man Out of You plays in the background
Where| Training Room and District 2
When| May 23
Warnings/Notes| Foul Language, Leo being a callous asshole to Tribute deaths, ect.
[a] District 2 Suites (Closed to D2)
If Life is the School of Hard Knocks, then Arena 13 was a solid blow to the skull in Leonidas's opinion, and part of the shame, he took it upon himself to accept. He couldn't excuse it as his first arena experience in the Capitol, his job before the Never Ending Quell was preparing candidates to fight as Careers. But he accepted the fault with somewhat grace and dignity, his Tributes gave their all and used the resources properly.
With the ever-present banner of "ARENA 14 COMING SOON", Cora grabbed his materials and a list of those under his watch. He rated his Tributes according to their performances in the Ice Arena, ranging from 1 as weaker than a baby rabbit to 10, what he would deem a Career ready for combat. Merlyn was a 3, and would have to take it easy thanks to the completely necessary beating he got from the Peacekeepers. He rated Jet had high enough marks, a solid 9, 10 if he channeled his spouse's death into more kills...
Leo does not knock, he slams his fist to the door of his remaining unknowns, and called out, "UP AND AT THEM, WE HAVE SHIT TO DO BEFORE THE ARENA." He's direct at least. And for Merlyn, he would leave a small box. Inside were the old man's reading glasses, fixed along with some hay for the surviving egg.
[b] Training Suites (open to all)
Training was usually something he did to keep himself fit but Leo could see the effects of combat therapy bear fruit, especially with emotional distress. The spear was exactly where he left it as bitter memories resurfaced with phantom pain. He was a Districter of Panem, a strong man to help his fellows in holding the country in place. To show weakness was unforgivable for the Cora son, to show any cracks in those pillars was unacceptable. But in all of this, and as stupid as it may be, he could never accept being a Capitolite. No thanks, he likes his imperfections.
[c] Around the Capitol (open to all)
As soon as he's done in the Tribute Center, Leo has to dash off and get suited in a suit combo. He's off to meet possible sponsors, to offer them deals and personally apologize for his aforementioned faults. Wearing his dignity and pride on his sleeve while the insults, the denigration Jason served him as armor, Cora strides around the Capitol with his shoulders straight and face lined with a smirk. He represented District 2 in everything he did, and that included his Tributes. Asking him about the so-called wizard's bouts of anti-capitol sentiments would be easily batted out, the poor man comes from very ignorant times, the Peacekeepers weren't too aware of this.
District 2 would have to pull some impressive feats but Leo was up for a challenge.
What| A Pre-Arena Assessment and Tribute check-ups while Make a Man Out of You plays in the background
Where| Training Room and District 2
When| May 23
Warnings/Notes| Foul Language, Leo being a callous asshole to Tribute deaths, ect.
[a] District 2 Suites (Closed to D2)
If Life is the School of Hard Knocks, then Arena 13 was a solid blow to the skull in Leonidas's opinion, and part of the shame, he took it upon himself to accept. He couldn't excuse it as his first arena experience in the Capitol, his job before the Never Ending Quell was preparing candidates to fight as Careers. But he accepted the fault with somewhat grace and dignity, his Tributes gave their all and used the resources properly.
With the ever-present banner of "ARENA 14 COMING SOON", Cora grabbed his materials and a list of those under his watch. He rated his Tributes according to their performances in the Ice Arena, ranging from 1 as weaker than a baby rabbit to 10, what he would deem a Career ready for combat. Merlyn was a 3, and would have to take it easy thanks to the completely necessary beating he got from the Peacekeepers. He rated Jet had high enough marks, a solid 9, 10 if he channeled his spouse's death into more kills...
Leo does not knock, he slams his fist to the door of his remaining unknowns, and called out, "UP AND AT THEM, WE HAVE SHIT TO DO BEFORE THE ARENA." He's direct at least. And for Merlyn, he would leave a small box. Inside were the old man's reading glasses, fixed along with some hay for the surviving egg.
[b] Training Suites (open to all)
Training was usually something he did to keep himself fit but Leo could see the effects of combat therapy bear fruit, especially with emotional distress. The spear was exactly where he left it as bitter memories resurfaced with phantom pain. He was a Districter of Panem, a strong man to help his fellows in holding the country in place. To show weakness was unforgivable for the Cora son, to show any cracks in those pillars was unacceptable. But in all of this, and as stupid as it may be, he could never accept being a Capitolite. No thanks, he likes his imperfections.
As soon as he's done in the Tribute Center, Leo has to dash off and get suited in a suit combo. He's off to meet possible sponsors, to offer them deals and personally apologize for his aforementioned faults. Wearing his dignity and pride on his sleeve while the insults, the denigration Jason served him as armor, Cora strides around the Capitol with his shoulders straight and face lined with a smirk. He represented District 2 in everything he did, and that included his Tributes. Asking him about the so-called wizard's bouts of anti-capitol sentiments would be easily batted out, the poor man comes from very ignorant times, the Peacekeepers weren't too aware of this.
District 2 would have to pull some impressive feats but Leo was up for a challenge.
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That virus of his was a curveball that Leo spotted with the other offworlders from that same world. He wasn't a fan of it, or the destruction that it could wreak in the team.
"For the love of all that's good in the world, don't die from infection or worse, bug bites. I will find a way to give you hell if you do."
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Infection he couldn't promise. He was notorious for injury...but hopefully, whatever sponsor had noticed this would keep sending him first aid kits. Even if he did turn around and use them on his friends more often than himself.
"But no, what happens to him? He turn into a vengeful ghost or something?"
Except...there was something else that had happened more than once and even to his friends now and then. Kieran and Clementine and even Initiate last arena.
"Wait, is he a zombie too?"
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But it's in that same breath that he says, "I need you to keep Merlyn safe if you can and away from getting bit. The old man's insane enough to try and talk to the shambling corpse if it'll listen." He knows the old man has a few tricks up his sleeve, "He was punished earlier in the month for squawking along with whatever he had going on. You and Cullen are the strongest in the group...and the old bat's not fully recovered."
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Merlyn, however...well, Jet hadn't talked to him much himself since he'd moved away from the district floor, he didn't see much of his district mates, but protecting an old man sounded like something he'd have done even if Leo hadn't asked. Although...
"I'll try, but most of the old guys I know are tough as freakin' nails and won't let you help them unless they really need it." Gilmore and Kouzomi could probably kick some ass without the cyborgs helping if they didn't have their old age preventing them and they certainly had kept their tongues sharp. Jet got the feeling Merlyn was someone like that.
He almost asked about arena hazards and what he should do about those, but he keeps it to himself. There wasn't much anyone could do about those, even if it was arena hazards that had almost done him in the last few times. Felicity wasn't around anymore, so it really kind of was only up to Cullen and himself from Leo's standpoint. He half wished he could promise the guy he'd win just for the coach's sake, but Jet tried not to be in the habit of lying to someone's face.
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The unspoken question was probably going to be answered, "Barring the space arena, keep an eye out for anything too good to be true. You know these tricks, you know their games, I can only provide you with supplies as things progress but..." he realized how useless he could be if he failed.
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It made him think about the kid-arena and being forced to watch as people they loved killed each other and had to survive without their adult friends to help them. He, Albert and Venus had spent that night mostly drunk.
"Yeah, but you give a shit and that's pretty helpful enough, so thanks for that at least."
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toss up."
That said, he stood up, "I suppose we are done here unless you've got questions for me," Leo offered civilly.
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He sat up and stretched but shook his head. "Nope, not really. They'll probably come up when I'm in the arena and can't ask." That was usually how it worked. He flashed a smirk, "Thanks, coach." And sat up so he could get on with his usual morning workout routine.
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"Be ready Link," it's the use of the family names that shows how Leo established a sort of bond with the cyborg, "And may the odds," and the Gamemakers, "be in your favor."
With that, he excused himself from the Training Center and went on the hunt for his other victims, er, Tributes. Yes.