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[be_my_chum.insanejournal.com]

Who: Hydra, Ikki, Allen, ANY
Where: The Arena
When: Day 98, evening
What: When we last left our intrepid heroes...

[In the arena, there's some decent quality meat burning as a gift to two particular Judges, a comatose member of Hydra and a few guards with torches... and not a whole lot else to explain what's going on.

Well the real interesting part is going on a little deeper anyway.]

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Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . Raven and I found out what happened to Fang, right after that game.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

Haah. I knew before... Red took his memory immediately as always, and he's. . . he's snapped a little.

I guess I'm used to not having the time to enjoy a victory for long. It would have been nice, though.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . it was the first time I've heard the arena filled with our laughter.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

It felt pretty good.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

It did.

[. . . takes one of the tenderest pieces, and adds it to the brazier, idly licking the blood from her fingers as she comes back.]

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[that smells nice :|a this is better than waiting all alone with a throbbing headache. Though it's getting kinda worse, all of a sudden. . .]

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Looks over at him as she puts a flat, thin stone half-over the bed of coals in her fire.]

Allen?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[be_my_chum.insanejournal.com]

[That'd be because, all of a sudden, the blurriness around the shark sharpens, disappears and then actually gives his eye something to focus on. It takes a moment, wavering like the reflection on water. But by him in cursed-o-vision, you can see Fang's shape resolving... He's leaning against someone who... looks almost exactly like him, bound together loosely in chains from the neck and the wrist.

They both, for the most part, look like they're sleeping.

... If you pay attention though, the chains around them seem to trace backwards towards something else not yet resolved.]

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[one lens SWIVELS and Allen's head jerks his attention from Feathers to Fang. Both his eyes widen and he practically falls over himself standing up]

Ah! Fang!?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Gets up, walking to Fang's couch, kneeling beside him.]

What is it?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

I can see - I can see him? But that doesn't make sense, why would his own soul be "locked" in his own body? And something else, but it's still - I still can't see it. . .

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Leans close, pressing her face against Fang's neck, wrapping an arm around him.]

Are you ready to wake up again?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[--well that's more intimate than expected :|a]

Something's definitely happened... He's not saying anything, but. . .

The "two people" he was before, did they both look like him?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Listens to a beat more, before shifting back up, pushing back a strand of Fang's hair.]

One with his left eye covered, one with his right.

. . . or a great shark, sometimes, with rows of teeth.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . . I don't see a shark.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Ahh . . . maybe Allen wouldn't.

[Gets up, touching Fang's cheek before going back to the meat.]

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[be_my_chum.insanejournal.com]

[SHARKLINGS perhaps...

And the thing in the background... Is resolving into something of a shadow as the chains are wrapping firmly around it. As far as you can tell it's faceless, a hood and cloak, and black feathered wings pinned to it's back by the chains.]

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[stares at this, his eye pounding and hungry but it's still not Akuma, at his friend branching his soul, and he swallows thickly]




Feathers, I. . . that "gap" you were talking about. . .

I don't know how the old me would handle this at all. The difference between us is huge. This was where he was most confident. But. . . right now. . . I'm just scared of Fang disappearing.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Sets a few pieces of fatty meat to grill on the stone.]

I am too.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[fists his hands]

I hope you're right. That this is something he needs.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . he saw his other reflection, once, in Mirror's glass.

Even if it's hard for us . . . they love each other. More than anything else in the world.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[takes a very deep breath]

Ah. . . I guess there's some people with pasts nobody can protect them from.

But if that's what happens, then. . . we'll have to roll with it, right? It's not like we're gonna let go of Fang. Or whoever he becomes.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Don't let go.

[Scrubs at her eyes—still gold, even now.]

They're still Hydra. They'll be grumpy, if they think you don't care.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . . I've had a practice round or two. I think I'll manage first try for this one.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

That would be good.

[Flips the meat, adding a few more pieces. The air is beginning to smell delicious.]

. . . he named me, here.