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Who: >8(
Where: The Arena
When: Day 129, early afternoon
What: >8(

WE'RE GOING TO PLAY A GaME. War ROoMs. WAR ROoomS GAME. reMemBER ThiS ONe? Haaaahe-aaaah

. . . fEAr ME . . . FEar mMEeE . . . hElp me, bAbe, heLp . . . feEAAR mmme . . .

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[one last glance around, one last glance at the pile o' sand, then nods and shoves his hands in his pocket]

Might as well.

*shrugs*

I'm sure we'll hear about it, if something happens.

Oh, probably. Shit like that travels fast here.

[we headin' out o/ but in nooooo hurry]

*'cause we are awesome team leaders and know no fear.

...okay and because Jace is a little crippled but whatever*

[awesome leaders who are jaded to Trickster, at least.

. . . eyeing as they walk] Feeling any better?

*shrugs a little, massaging his back with one hand*

I'll live. Paying his price is never exactly my idea of a good time.

[surprisingly or not, that gets more reaction than anything else that has occurred today. FULL STOP]

Why would—what happened?

I'll tell you as we walk. It's a pretty ugly story.

[. . . starts walking again]

Alright.

You know Lightning has that battle form, right?

Uh . . . vaguely?

It's not really that important. But he got a memory back when we won, last game.

It sent him completely berserk. He transformed and started attacking people.

Holy shit . . .

Is - he okay now? Is he why you . . .

He got away from us, and got to Geddoe of Delphinus before we could restrain him. There wasn't much left except a hand; he, um. Ate the rest.

We called him down and paid the price as soon as we found them, but when we were coming home, one of the black team -- that nightmare kid who almost killed Aeris and Allen -- caught him. Punishment, apparently.

. . .

He ate . . . ? What kind of guy is he?

*winces*

His world's a pretty awful place, from what he tells me.

If he's . . . understatement. Just.

Hold on, I. I need to process this.

Take your time.

. . . okay. So let me get this straight.

Lightning took a memory, went crazy, ate Geddoe, then got captured by the runt on the black team . . . ?

I don't think you're leaving much out. He got Kirk's arm, too -- the idiot tried to punch him before Masamune and I could stop him.

Masamune, Bones and I paid his price, and Geddoe's back with us. When he's up to moving around, he and I will work out some kind of reparation if we can.

. . . Jim, you dumbass. What is with him and PUNCHING DANGEROUS THINGS.

That's good, at least . . . that he's back, I mean. Not paying that fucker's price.

That was about my feeling on the matter. I wish I KNEW.

*nods*

Not much choice.

I'm gonna yell at him later, dammit. Stupid bastard.

. . . people must be pissed at you guys, huh.

*very tiredly, very dryly*

You think?

[considers that, quiet for a moment, then snorts]

They shouldn't be. Ain't his fault he got a memory like that. And it's gotta say something if you guys offered to pay that price, doesn't it?