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thecapitol2013-10-17 05:53 pm
clarityinchaos) wrote in thecapitol2013-10-17 05:53 pm
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Know your enemy | Open post!
Who: Armin Arlert and YOU!!
Where: District 8 common room and the training facility
What: Armin is studying up! Both putting in some training room time and looking at records from old Arenas.
Warnings: None! But let me know if I've got something off in a world sense.
Since that affair with the Aliens was resolved, for good or ill, he supposed it was time to move on to preparing for the next battle ahead of him: His first Arena.
A
But fortunately, he had plenty to go through. He sat at one of the consoles, flipping through footage from previous Arenas. Just how much of it was recorded was mind-boggling. Friends and lovers calling after each other, helpless to save each other. People trying to make it on their own falling victim to whatever traps the Gamemakers had created for them.
One thing he hadn't been prepared for was just how cruel the Arena itself was, not just the other competitors. Even without the other tributes in the picture, the land was just as likely to kill you. Much more painfully, even. This would be worse than any battle against Titans. A smarter enemy, working collectively.
"What a waste..." he muttered to himself as he switched to another area. He was adjusting quickly to the technology around him, but his fingers did sometimes still hesitate over buttons before he pushed them, as though he wasn't sure it was right.
Using this brought back unpleasant memories of the creatures in the tunnel He'd sat there safe at that machine while people died in that tunnel. He'd done what he could to warn, but even in the most controlled battlefield, it's controlled chaos at best.
B
Eventually, he had enough of the carnage. He left the common room, and went down to the training room. Since the 3DMG was gone, he would have to find something else more suited to his abilities. Not that he was ever a capable fighter, but he had to at least be able to defend himself. He couldn't count on Eren being there all the time. Nor did he particularly want to shoulder that particular blow to his self-esteem.
He inspected the various types of swords available, and a strange curved one caught his attention. He took it off the rack and pulled it out of its sheath. It looked a lot like what he was used to at home, more meant to slice than stab. But still, without the momentum generated by the wires and barbs, he didn't have a lot of power.
So he went over to the projectile weapons. Slings, bows, crossbows, as well as a few strange things he couldn't identify. He took up the bow, and started stretching it experimentally. This could work. He collected a quiver, and took up a position near some of the targets. This was going to be a long day, he expected.
Where: District 8 common room and the training facility
What: Armin is studying up! Both putting in some training room time and looking at records from old Arenas.
Warnings: None! But let me know if I've got something off in a world sense.
Since that affair with the Aliens was resolved, for good or ill, he supposed it was time to move on to preparing for the next battle ahead of him: His first Arena.
A
But fortunately, he had plenty to go through. He sat at one of the consoles, flipping through footage from previous Arenas. Just how much of it was recorded was mind-boggling. Friends and lovers calling after each other, helpless to save each other. People trying to make it on their own falling victim to whatever traps the Gamemakers had created for them.
One thing he hadn't been prepared for was just how cruel the Arena itself was, not just the other competitors. Even without the other tributes in the picture, the land was just as likely to kill you. Much more painfully, even. This would be worse than any battle against Titans. A smarter enemy, working collectively.
"What a waste..." he muttered to himself as he switched to another area. He was adjusting quickly to the technology around him, but his fingers did sometimes still hesitate over buttons before he pushed them, as though he wasn't sure it was right.
Using this brought back unpleasant memories of the creatures in the tunnel He'd sat there safe at that machine while people died in that tunnel. He'd done what he could to warn, but even in the most controlled battlefield, it's controlled chaos at best.
B
Eventually, he had enough of the carnage. He left the common room, and went down to the training room. Since the 3DMG was gone, he would have to find something else more suited to his abilities. Not that he was ever a capable fighter, but he had to at least be able to defend himself. He couldn't count on Eren being there all the time. Nor did he particularly want to shoulder that particular blow to his self-esteem.
He inspected the various types of swords available, and a strange curved one caught his attention. He took it off the rack and pulled it out of its sheath. It looked a lot like what he was used to at home, more meant to slice than stab. But still, without the momentum generated by the wires and barbs, he didn't have a lot of power.
So he went over to the projectile weapons. Slings, bows, crossbows, as well as a few strange things he couldn't identify. He took up the bow, and started stretching it experimentally. This could work. He collected a quiver, and took up a position near some of the targets. This was going to be a long day, he expected.
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