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Who| The Batter, OTA
What| Roller coasters? Nah, Duck Hunt and Pong.
Where| in the Capitol, exploring the carnivale and arcade.
When| July 30th
Warnings/Notes| TBA, nothing of note yet.


This isn't exactly what he had in mind. He supposes there's only so much training and exercise one can do over the course of a few days, and he still hasn't managed to change his preference from blunt instruments to something a little more efficient - a blade, perhaps, something sharp for a quick and efficient end. But practice is practice, and when the time comes, he's more than prepared for the task.

The world here is strange, but he's accustomed to it. The rules are different, but he will abide by them. It is not his place to question, to have cause for concern, he simply follows and does as higher authority commands. He can sense the darkness, the impurities tarnishing a once great land, and if it is his duty to cleanse it and prove his worth in the arenas, he considers it an honour.

But the arcade and carnivale is a little more than unexpected. It somehow reminds him of home, as he walks along the pier and watches the roller coasters zoom by. He almost wants to go wait in line for it. But that would be ridiculous.

He's in the arcade now, a plastic, bright orange handgun in his hand and a pixelated brown dog congratulating him on his kill - the Batter has never seen real purple ducks, but it's a possibility in this world. The game isn't difficult, but he's more than half tempted to shoot the damn dog whenever it laughs at him for a missed shot. Stupid thing.

There's evidence he's been there a while. A collection of trinkets and plushes are gathered at his feet, toys that he has no use for and will not keep. But dammit, he's going to beat this game and every game in the arcade if he has to. A waste of time, but no video game is going to laugh at him and get away with it.

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She seems knowledgeable on the subject. It's intriguing, but not entirely surprising - what he knows of this land is that it encourages violent behaviour even in the younger generations, and considering that, it's probably better this way. Never hurts to have a method of defense.

"We are in agreement." Even saying that, he offers the plastic, bright orange gun to her. "Did you want to try it?"

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She takes the gun from him, turning it over in her hands and frowning disapprovingly at it. She's only used one a couple of times, in the ice Arena when one had quite literally fallen from the sky and landed at her feet in a little silver parachute. She'd loved the sense of control that came with holding it, knowing that she was on even footing with everyone else, and didn't need to worry about most of them being physically bigger and stronger than her when she aimed it at them.

"It shouldn't feel this light. Does that make it more difficult to aim?"

She's taking this all far more seriously than an arcade game merits.

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All right, her knowledge of rifles and weaponry is more than what he'd expected, but it's impressive and he makes a note of it. If he is one day to face her in these arenas, he knows better than to underestimate her. All the better then.

"It's only a toy, meant for smaller and weaker hands," he answers, folding his arms. A part of him does wonder if she's better at this game than him, being a child and all, but it's a stupid kid's arcade game and it doesn't matter if he beats his score.

"I imagine there would be more regulations in place were it an actual rifle. Though it takes away from the experience."