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thecapitol2013-03-16 09:21 am
futilecycle) wrote in thecapitol2013-03-16 09:21 am
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[OPEN] The wind presents a change of course
Who| Sigma Klim, Donatello and You!
What| Sigma threatens Donatello in the Training Center, and trains to show off.
Where| In the Training Center
When| A few days before Arena 06.
Warnings/Notes| Threats of violence, but likely not much else. Your character can overhear the confrontation if you like?
The last time Sigma entered the Training Center, he had not touched a single weapon or survival station. What he had done instead was carefully observe, learn the faces of the men and women who would be his opponents, while playing the part of a sickly old man. No one would expect someone of his age to survive long in a fight to the death, and so none of them would consider him a threat... His strategy would have worked had it not been for an unpredictable act of 'nature.'
But he knew a young man with the same build and perhaps greater strength would be a Tribute the "career" types would want to take care of quickly. To prevent that from happening at any cost, Sigma would protect that man - and warn the others to keep their distance.
His score was no secret, now, and Sigma planned to demonstrate to the other Tributes how a nearly seventy-year-old man managed to net a 9. Today he stood up straight to reveal all six feet of his height and build, and wore a short-sleeved shirt that exposed the muscles of his cybernetic arms. He handled the heaviest weapons provided with ease, attacking the dummies until someone entered.
There was someone in particular he was waiting for... Sigma kept a keen eye on the entrance.
What| Sigma threatens Donatello in the Training Center, and trains to show off.
Where| In the Training Center
When| A few days before Arena 06.
Warnings/Notes| Threats of violence, but likely not much else. Your character can overhear the confrontation if you like?
The last time Sigma entered the Training Center, he had not touched a single weapon or survival station. What he had done instead was carefully observe, learn the faces of the men and women who would be his opponents, while playing the part of a sickly old man. No one would expect someone of his age to survive long in a fight to the death, and so none of them would consider him a threat... His strategy would have worked had it not been for an unpredictable act of 'nature.'
But he knew a young man with the same build and perhaps greater strength would be a Tribute the "career" types would want to take care of quickly. To prevent that from happening at any cost, Sigma would protect that man - and warn the others to keep their distance.
His score was no secret, now, and Sigma planned to demonstrate to the other Tributes how a nearly seventy-year-old man managed to net a 9. Today he stood up straight to reveal all six feet of his height and build, and wore a short-sleeved shirt that exposed the muscles of his cybernetic arms. He handled the heaviest weapons provided with ease, attacking the dummies until someone entered.
There was someone in particular he was waiting for... Sigma kept a keen eye on the entrance.
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But in any case. He wasn't here to quibble about age. He wasn't here to talk to Sigma. He didn't even know Sigma was coming after him, or the relationship between Sigma and the guy who tried to kill him in the Arena. The turtle was just coming in to do some lifting and weapons practice, to try and keep himself in top form. Especially now, with his promise to Lottie.
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It was not his logic but his emotions that the Doctor could no longer contend with. Already carrying with him dozens of memories of Kyle's deaths, Sigma would no longer stand idly by and allow Kyle to be killed. It was his duty, now, as a parent. And there was no other pain, mental or otherwise, equivalent to losing a child.
Dr. Klim lifted a Javelin from the weapon's rack, holding it in his hands as though it were something precious. The tip was pointed, intended for target practice. It was sharp enough to mortally wound a human, indeed - though he estimated it would take something stronger to pierce a mutant carapace. He hesitated now, knowing his actions would set off a spiral of events he would no longer be capable of predicting. What he was about to do was irredeemably cruel, and the Doctor had never intended to become a cruel man. It was not malice but the sudden and visceral memory of Kyle's dead body that moved his hand.
Injuring another tribute before the Arena began was strictly forbidden. Sigma, thankfully, did not intend to injure his enemy. He knew he had fierce competition in Donatello.
Facing the lines of targets, Sigma lifted the Javelin in one hand and pulled back. With all of his might, Sigma thrust the weapon into the air - before it left his fingers, at the last moment, he turned.
Upon release, the weapon sailed a straight course for Donatello. Sigma observed the Javelin's path with a cold and practiced stare.
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He almost didn't see the javelin.
"--Woah-!!"
He heard it, though, and he barely managed to flip out of the way before it struck him. Instead, it smashed into the wall, sticking into it with a twang.
Landing on one knee with a gasp, Don quickly looked to see who threw it. Which...there was only one person in the entire place.
"What the..."
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Within conversation distance now, Sigma folds his arms. "You are Donatello of District 9. I have noticed the public fancies you as quite a hero." He seemed one of the more popular tributes by far.
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On the other hand, the way the older man is speaking and walking, he was suddenly unsure it was an accident after all. He turned back to Sigma, his body tensing ever so slightly.
"Yes. I'm Donatello." Still, he kept his words polite. "Er...I'm afraid I haven't gotten the chance to know who you are."
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"Well, sir. Tell me, have you found it easy to gain fame? I imagine," he stopped, looking appropriately pensive. "That it is easier for the public to enjoy the Games now that the ones being killed aren't their own families, their own children. After all, we cannot tell the value of foreign enemies whose personal lives go unknown. Isn't that right...?" Though his expression was of curiosity, his tone was suddenly accusatory. Sigma had gained a tendency for long-windedness, and this confrontation would be no exception.
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But he was getting the feeling that wasn't entirely reason Sigma was speaking to him.
"What are you saying?...Its true I might not know anything about everyone here, but it doesn't mean I'm just...killing people just to entertain the audience."
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Don's eyes narrowed, a sign that something about the man's words hit a nerve. It hit a nerve and he was trying hard not to let it show, let it hurt, anymore than it already did.
"Now you're putting words in my mouth. I only said that I don't do it for people's entertainment. I've never claimed or pretended to be a noble person. I know I'm not, in the end. But if you wish to imply I don't feel guilt for my actions, or that I don't have my reasons for playing in the Games, then you are wrong. I do have my reasons for that I do."
Don closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Don't get angry. Don't let your anger get to you.
"I just prefer not talking about them to people I don't know or have no reason to trust yet."
Yet. Maybe not ever. But it implied, at least, that Don wasn't just going to go hostile without reason. Unlike Tate or Dr. Grey. Or Wesker.
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"I will be frank with you. I have played these sorts of games many times before. Once you realize that it is not your fellow competitors you are playing against, everything becomes much clearer," especially in public, this was heresy, but Sigma continued nonetheless. "If you do have some sort of plan, as you claim, to turn this situation in the favour of any group of Tributes, you have already violated it. All of us are interconnected in ways you could not possibly imagine. You are taking fellow innocent lives when nonfatal self-defense would have sufficed, and you will learn yet that the only one you have harmed is yourself." It was Sigma's first clue to why he had approached Don in the first place.
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"...You act like I've never been in this kind of situation before. That I don't know that what I'm doing is detrimental. I do know. Its something I have to live with every day. But it's what I have to do. We all walk a thin line in this place. Its not just me. And it won't just be me. Even those who say they won't do it...won't obey the Capitol in whatever way they're asked to..."
He saw what happened to Jane. He saw what happened to Tate, much as he hated Tate for the things he did.
"So yes." Don crossed his arms, quietly letting the rest of Sigma's words sink in. "To everyone else who doesn't know, I suppose it would be murder without reason. But...that's not why you're here talking to me, is it? You're here for a reason."
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He'd know- at least in physical form- what Sigma felt the day he had watched Kyle, liberated from Rhizome-9 and happy, die from some stupid mistake. His son's first actions as a free man... "I will not allow you to get away with it," Sigma said finally. "In the Arena, we will settle the score."
He hoped the Javelin had sent a message that he was not someone to take lightly. Sigma would become Zero once more - the man who killed out of necessity and not by pleasure or choice.
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Of course, Don would argue that Kyle was hardly free in this place. It was a beautiful cage, one gilded and full of diversions, but a cage nevertheless, and a dangerous one at that.
That's what he'd argue if he knew at all what Sigma was referring to, for now he was confused and not a little worried. Did this man intend to kill him because he played the Games? Because he killed?
"What the shell are you talking about? What score?"
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mostly. Even Lottie......Oh dear.
If this guy was going to target people who'd killed in the Arena, he'd have to make doubly sure Lottie was all right. And so he left, more worried and agitated than when he'd come in. He had to watch out for this guy.