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thecapitol2013-09-10 08:22 pm
therealrufio) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-10 08:22 pm
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Who| The Summoner and Anyone
What| Too big for the Capitol
Where| District 2 Suites and the Training Center
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| None
District 2 Suites
The Summoner had been cleaned up and led to his level and pointed to a room. He had been itching at straps for the fake wings he was wearing that mimicked the real wings he had tied down under his clothes. This was a strange place indeed.
So far in his stay he has left a hole in the wall with one of his horns above the door to his suite. It was an accident, and after that he hadn't attempted to go through the door again. He was currently slumped on one of the couches pondering his next move. He could probably stay where he was and just sleep here until they could do something about his door.
"I wonder if anyone minds me sleeping here for now."
Training Center
Having finally escaped his living quarters the Summoner has come to a place he thinks is somewhat familiar. There are weapons all around but he goes straight for a lance, the sort he's used to using. Of course to get to the lance he has to go past a rack of throwing knives (which he bumps with his horns and knocks over) and an area for practicing camouflage (which he has dragged his fake wings through on the way). Between the mess and the noise, and the generally huge horns he's walking around with it's impossible not to notice he's there.
What| Too big for the Capitol
Where| District 2 Suites and the Training Center
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| None
District 2 Suites
The Summoner had been cleaned up and led to his level and pointed to a room. He had been itching at straps for the fake wings he was wearing that mimicked the real wings he had tied down under his clothes. This was a strange place indeed.
So far in his stay he has left a hole in the wall with one of his horns above the door to his suite. It was an accident, and after that he hadn't attempted to go through the door again. He was currently slumped on one of the couches pondering his next move. He could probably stay where he was and just sleep here until they could do something about his door.
"I wonder if anyone minds me sleeping here for now."
Training Center
Having finally escaped his living quarters the Summoner has come to a place he thinks is somewhat familiar. There are weapons all around but he goes straight for a lance, the sort he's used to using. Of course to get to the lance he has to go past a rack of throwing knives (which he bumps with his horns and knocks over) and an area for practicing camouflage (which he has dragged his fake wings through on the way). Between the mess and the noise, and the generally huge horns he's walking around with it's impossible not to notice he's there.
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"Yeah I've noticed you have a - uh - particularly impressive set," she said, raising her eyebrow as she looked at them. "They look more trouble than anything, to be honest."
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He's relatively cheerful about it, this is a mantra he's tried to carry through the rest of his life too.
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"Even with your laundry on them?"
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"My enemies cower in fear of being swatted with my underwear!"
He's enjoying this small human, she's not as picky and judgmental as the others had been, just curious. It was one of the better encounters he'd had so far.
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Yeah, this guy wasn't so bad.
"Though I would think maybe the horns might be a deterrent anyway." She cocked her head, watching him. "So how long have you been here?"