He's happy to be here

[rat_des_marais]

Who: Gambit and anyone
What: Waking up in a horrible place
Where: District 10 Suites, the Common Area of the Training Center
When: Yesterday, before the crowning
Warnings: Gonna be a little slow, sorry


District 10
Remy stared at the room, then the peacekeeper, then the communicator he was handed, then the elevator the peacekeeper disappeared into.

He wanted to make a fuss, but the Cajun was still trying to figure out if this was some sort of horrible prank or if this was real on some level. Maybe this was some crazy telepath's idea of torture? If so, it would make more sense to add his friends here instead of total strangers.

Well, weirder things have happened... Didn't that guy mention something about dying?

Remy turned back to the room... "Bonjour?" Someone's having a serious delayed reaction.

Common Area
This wasn't a dream. It wasn't a telepath. He was about 85% sure this was all actually real. He had really been pulled into another dimension to fight people to the death. That was a real thing...

Remy just sat down pretty heavy on one of the sofas, rubbing his face. Might as well do so here. Everywhere else was full of people, too. He really needed a drink.

Comments

[rat_des_marais]

Well, that's peachy. This was place was going to tricky and Remy was already regretting some possible outcomes.

"Air force. You from the States? Earth?"

[big_badass_hero]

"Raccoon City," He nodded. "Though only thing my town's probably known for is being Umbrella's HQ, and zombies." He sat back a little. "The accent screams New York state via Louisiana? Had a friend back home that was from the South, we spent almost all our down time in the French Quarter in New Orleans."

[rat_des_marais]

"... Ain't heard o' no zombies, thankfully."

Very thankfully. He's chalking that up as a good thing... and he smiles, too. "The French Quarter? That's my neck of the woods, mon ami. Practically cut from the same cloth."

He's very happy to hear of home.

[big_badass_hero]

"You're lucky then."

Chris takes another sip. "Yeah, but you're native, probably seen a lot more than a couple of fly boys lookin' for trouble could get into." He smirked. "Wouldn't mind swapping stories sometime, over better booze though. Whiskey's good for somethings, but good conversations always start with a few beers and darts if you're interested."

[rat_des_marais]

He chuckles. "Always. They got some places like that around here?" Maybe it's not so bad.

... Yeah, no, it's still bad.

[big_badass_hero]

"There's a few places here that have decent micros. There's one place that's geared for one of the further districts that has a great cheese steak too."

[rat_des_marais]

"The other districts. About them." He went into a thoughtful frown again. "I don't suppose we get to take field trips, non?"

[big_badass_hero]

"I wish, only thing I've seen that wasn't this city has been the arenas I've been in. One I swear was Disney World. Couldn't be Land, too much swamp."

[rat_des_marais]

... "Disney? You mean with like that talkin' duck and everythin'?... Disney?"

That had to be traumatic.

[big_badass_hero]

"That would be the one. Only the duck had razor sharp teeth, and the mouse... Let's not go there with that one." Yes there's a visible shudder.

[rat_des_marais]

... "The more I here 'bout this place, homme, the more I don't wanna be here."

[big_badass_hero]

"I don't think any of us want to be here really. Well there are a few exceptions. But for the most part yeah."

[rat_des_marais]

"Hate ta run into one o' them exceptions in that arena. There a lot of 'em?"

[big_badass_hero]

"Not too many. Though they'll keep you on your toes." He took another drink. "Most of them are cool with keepin' it like Vegas. What goes on in there stays in there. There's a set of twins here that I go drinkin' with sometimes. One hacked off my head in the second arena I was in."

[rat_des_marais]

He nodded and gave a deep sigh.

"Don' know if I can do that, homme. That, uh... takes a lot o' forgivin' and forgettin'."

[big_badass_hero]

"Well don't worry I have the worst score in there. I refuse to kill unless it's to protect one of the kids."

[rat_des_marais]

He nodded. "I can't blame ya th- Kids?" Then his head whipped back around.

So far, he'd seen a talking rock, a 3D troll thing, a dragon, and this guy and now they're talking about kids? It wasn't messed up enough?

[big_badass_hero]

"Yeah kids. There's some here that I swear aren't even in middle school yet. Apparently we're the new deal with these damn games. They used to have some sort of drawing." Chris sighed. "From what I've heard from Cal, seems like only Districts were used for it the kids that lived here in the capitol were safe from it."

[rat_des_marais]

Whoa whoa whoa. "That don't make sense. Kids fightin' to the death for entertainin' people? The hell is this place? Why on Earth they did that?"

It didn't seem like it was a very ancient tradition or anything.

you didn't see sitting duck there

[big_badass_hero]

"Guess to keep the outer areas in line or something. I could see it being something 3rd world countries would do if they didn't have Amnesty on their asses for it."

"Best I figure we protect the kids as much as we can and we're doing some good right? I'd rather not see 'em fight."