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thecapitol2013-09-03 08:59 pm
xanthous) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-03 08:59 pm
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Who| The Psiioniic and YOU
What| The Psiioniic has noticed an influx of new faces. He wants to know why.
Where| Tribute tower common area and the training center
When| Before the crowning.
Warnings/Notes| There's nothing too extreme atm, will add warnings if anything crops up!
Common Area
There are new people. He's seen them, just a handful, not enough to be really noticeable, but they've all just appeared around the same time, and...some familiar faces seem to have left. Maybe it came from sweeps of catering to the whims of highbloods, or sweeps spent evading capture, or the thousands of sweeps spent overseeing the day-to-day functions of Battleship Condescension, but the Psiioniic was observant. He might not be the friendliest, most open troll, but he watched and observed and he knew that there were people who were gone, and people who were new.
And he wasn't sure why. Did the people who left die for good, or had they been sent home? Was it because they weren't entertaining anymore? He imagined that the new people were simply replacements, and while a part of him wondered what they had done to deserve being brought here, he didn't care much for the reasoning of the Capitol, if there was any. Highbloods were highbloods no matter the species, and they couldn't be expected to be logical or reasonable.
Still, he wanted to know why people were chose to be brought here, and he figured now was as good a time as any to find out. He feels better than he has in a while, which might explain why he's approaching people, lisping at them and asking what they did to deserve coming here.
Training Center
He's determined not to die so quickly this time, and he takes a break from his interrogations to make his way down, down, down to the training center. He's still weak - he'll never not be weak - but he's slowly regaining muscle mass. He's determined to live. There's someone he care for, and he's going to do his best to stay with him. To not leave him alone while he wastes away in the Capitol feeling sorry for himself.
So he picks up some throwing knives, and he approaches the target. His aim is...well, it's pretty impeccable, but there's not much force to his throws, and the knife end up clattering to the ground right in front of the target. He sighs, bending down to grab another knife. He's going to try again, and again, because he needs some form of offense with his psionics gone. He'll stay there for hours, and if he doesn't get interrupted soon he's going to work himself to death.
What| The Psiioniic has noticed an influx of new faces. He wants to know why.
Where| Tribute tower common area and the training center
When| Before the crowning.
Warnings/Notes| There's nothing too extreme atm, will add warnings if anything crops up!
Common Area
There are new people. He's seen them, just a handful, not enough to be really noticeable, but they've all just appeared around the same time, and...some familiar faces seem to have left. Maybe it came from sweeps of catering to the whims of highbloods, or sweeps spent evading capture, or the thousands of sweeps spent overseeing the day-to-day functions of Battleship Condescension, but the Psiioniic was observant. He might not be the friendliest, most open troll, but he watched and observed and he knew that there were people who were gone, and people who were new.
And he wasn't sure why. Did the people who left die for good, or had they been sent home? Was it because they weren't entertaining anymore? He imagined that the new people were simply replacements, and while a part of him wondered what they had done to deserve being brought here, he didn't care much for the reasoning of the Capitol, if there was any. Highbloods were highbloods no matter the species, and they couldn't be expected to be logical or reasonable.
Still, he wanted to know why people were chose to be brought here, and he figured now was as good a time as any to find out. He feels better than he has in a while, which might explain why he's approaching people, lisping at them and asking what they did to deserve coming here.
Training Center
He's determined not to die so quickly this time, and he takes a break from his interrogations to make his way down, down, down to the training center. He's still weak - he'll never not be weak - but he's slowly regaining muscle mass. He's determined to live. There's someone he care for, and he's going to do his best to stay with him. To not leave him alone while he wastes away in the Capitol feeling sorry for himself.
So he picks up some throwing knives, and he approaches the target. His aim is...well, it's pretty impeccable, but there's not much force to his throws, and the knife end up clattering to the ground right in front of the target. He sighs, bending down to grab another knife. He's going to try again, and again, because he needs some form of offense with his psionics gone. He'll stay there for hours, and if he doesn't get interrupted soon he's going to work himself to death.
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He nearly jumps out of his skin at the knife whizzing by him, and he whips around to face Dualscar. He's not surprised it's the seadweller showing off - but the Psiioniic takes it more as him just showing that he's perfectly capable of taking down anyone who acted in a way he didn't approve.]
I'm afraid it'th a thide-effect of the helm, but I've never been ath thtrong ath a troll like you.
[Maybe if he strokes his ego enough, he'll get off easy.]
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He lets out a low chuckle at the reaction, folding his arms over his broad chest and turning his gaze to Psii.]
I should think not. [U are no Adonis.] Then you're right to practice your fightin' skills, lest you become any more of a liability. [He's going to just snatch another one of his knives and fling it again.] You'll never hit the mark if you don't put any force into it. Surely you can muster up some sort of pathetic power.
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Thorry. [Rude.] I'm trying my betht to prevent mythelf from dying too horribly, but I don't have much muthle at all. I'm only good with my pthionicth.
[Internal screaming.]
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[But he's not going to suggest anything better.] Have you continued to fast upon arrival or do you simply not retain nutrition?
[He gives him a curious once over, but there's no concern in his voice. Psii's run as a battery may be over, but he's not entirely useless, not if Dualscar can help it.]
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[Jerk.] I...I've gained a bit of weight. I'm not dying or anything.
[Just a little, but it's not entirely obvious because the clothes he wears are so baggy.
But he has no idea why he's being asked that.]
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You won't gain muscle if you don't gain weight. [He gives him a bland look.] You'd want to be at least double your size before you inspired the slightest ounce of fear in an opponent.
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Double? [He couldn't be more incredulous if he tried.] I'm not thure that'th pothible in a plathe like thith.