thecapitol | (no subject)

Who | Ermac and you!
What | Combat practice and demanding answers
Where | The training centre and the District 12 suite
When | Thursday the 9th

A

Ermac had awoken in the Capitol, thoroughly disoriented from the sudden silencing of his many souls. They were still there, he could feel them there, but their unending chatter and screams had been muffled to a sort of a dull roar at its loudest. It was like part of his consciousness had suddenly been denied to him. Not only that, but his telekinesis doesn't respond; there's not even a glow in response to his mental commands. Desperate for something, anything, familiar to ground himself with, Ermac soon found himself in the training facility. It didn't take him long to pick out one of the tougher training dummies to start pummeling.

Anyone coming across him will find him employing a wide range of martial arts maneuvers against the hapless dummy while some of its stuffing occasionally flies out.

B

Now that he's had a chance to vent, Ermac can be found wandering the District 12 suite, looking very unhappy about the situation he's found himself. The second he notices someone else, he immediately turns and heads in their direction.

"You! We have questions, and you will answer them!"

Threaded | Flat

Sandy gives a little jump when he speaks to her and looks around half expecting him to mean someone else. It wasn't often the adults actually came to her for information without her volunteering it but she supposed it was a nice surprise.

She'd been in the middle of sketching something that looked like horses in armor with wings and horns.

"I um...yeah OK. I should be able to help." She hoped.

James was still reeling from basically getting sick in public (though there was a small comfort of not being the only one afflicted), and the picture Celebrus painted of him as a raving lunatic. Which was only partially true, Mary was real! Just...dead. Doubly so if she was at the bottom of Toluca Lake. He was trying to shake off that stigma but even he had to realize that venturing out to the Capitol at this moment was a terrible idea. So why not do a little bit of exercise? Take his mind off everything? That would be great!

If there wasn't a man already savagely beating a dummy into plastic paste. "Uh...I think whoever you're trying to kill is pretty much dead," he quipped

Well. That's his job, isn't it? To answer the questions of those who are clearly new here and have a lot of them? Signless turns to this new tribute, his expression not one of annoyance at being commandeered for a Q and A session but rather open and inquisitive.

"I'll do my best. Start with the most pressing and we'll work our way forward from there."

He senses from the urgency in that tone that there really isn't time to stop for introductions. That will come later.

This isn't even one of hers, and Trish rarely-- if ever-- has time to stop by the training center, but she thought she might like to see it, on a whim. She doesn't want this to be one of those deals where she goes for years without seeing everything this building has to offer, especially since most of it is off-limits to the public, and now... much less of it is off-limits to her.

She keeps a safe distance, watching from a fenced-off observation area.

"Good! Keep doing that, and then do it in the Arena too!" Should she be cheering for other districts, even if there's a tinge of sarcasm? She was just supposed to make hers look pretty or hot or dress them functionally for the elements that they'd be facing. Whether or not they won was another matter. "Show that dummy who's Victor material!"