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thecapitol2013-05-08 10:54 am
futilecycle) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-08 10:54 am
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We closed our eyes [OPEN]
Who | Sigma Klim, Akane Kurashiki and you!
What | Sigma breaks into the District 7 Suites like a maniac, and then meets with Akane.
Where | District 7 Suites, and later heading towards the District 2 Suites.
When | Final days of the Arena.
Warnings/Notes | Kyle's mun is on Hiatus at the moment, and so Kyle hasn't been "resurrected" yet.
As he reached the seventh floor, Sigma shot out of the elevator like a bat out of hell. A rather confused Avox stared at him as he marched determinedly around a suite he did not belong to. Dr. Klim burst uninvited into the common room, the dining room, the deck, scanning each for the face he was looking for... nothing. Apprehension growing, he was off like a shot towards the room he'd once guided a very drugged up Tribute to during Valentine's Day, and threw open the door without knocking. Empty. Gone.
For a few short seconds Sigma froze with terror, but managed to collect himself and close the door without slamming it. He coughed, muttered a half-hearted "I'm sorry," to whomever was watching and headed towards the exit as though nothing had happened, his expression hard. Perhaps the man was with Akane- he had to find Akane. Surely they had brought her back, the poor old woman had barely been given a chance. Or had the Capitol targeted her on purpose as punishment for Sigma's mostly nonviolent nature? Images of the Gamemaker's muttations tearing Akane and his son apart flashed through his mind. Sigma stilled his shaking hands as he pressed the button to call the elevator. With luck, he could walk into the District 2 Suites calmly and without bringing down the floor.
What | Sigma breaks into the District 7 Suites like a maniac, and then meets with Akane.
Where | District 7 Suites, and later heading towards the District 2 Suites.
When | Final days of the Arena.
Warnings/Notes | Kyle's mun is on Hiatus at the moment, and so Kyle hasn't been "resurrected" yet.
As he reached the seventh floor, Sigma shot out of the elevator like a bat out of hell. A rather confused Avox stared at him as he marched determinedly around a suite he did not belong to. Dr. Klim burst uninvited into the common room, the dining room, the deck, scanning each for the face he was looking for... nothing. Apprehension growing, he was off like a shot towards the room he'd once guided a very drugged up Tribute to during Valentine's Day, and threw open the door without knocking. Empty. Gone.
For a few short seconds Sigma froze with terror, but managed to collect himself and close the door without slamming it. He coughed, muttered a half-hearted "I'm sorry," to whomever was watching and headed towards the exit as though nothing had happened, his expression hard. Perhaps the man was with Akane- he had to find Akane. Surely they had brought her back, the poor old woman had barely been given a chance. Or had the Capitol targeted her on purpose as punishment for Sigma's mostly nonviolent nature? Images of the Gamemaker's muttations tearing Akane and his son apart flashed through his mind. Sigma stilled his shaking hands as he pressed the button to call the elevator. With luck, he could walk into the District 2 Suites calmly and without bringing down the floor.
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The Doctor wondered if he should reveal much to Neffa, but gave the man the benefit of the doubt in the end, deciding it couldn't hurt. There were few who could steal his powers. Sigma's expression grew stony, as it usually did when he launched into an explanation. "What you might call 'magic' in my world were merely simple skills, rarely physical. Telepathy with one's sibling, longevity, short conversations with people from the near past or future." Sigma gave an almost shrug intended to downplay their significance. Truly, nothing he had listed was particularly earth-shattering. "But unfortunately, it was kept secret. No government wished to make it public fact when they could build a secret army of Espers, and so training was always carried out illegally by men who would even kill children to force out small abilities."
A bit wearied by the admission, Dr. Klim rubbed his artificial eye, and then smiled enigmatically. "You could say I was in a position of influence over the future. And so I believe I could learn a lot from you, Neffa."