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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:

[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.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[his stomach growls (not that this is uncommon even when there's no food around) and he scratches the back of his neck]

Fang did? For your hair, right?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Nods . . . and takes off the first two pieces, putting them on a flat stone and sliding them over.]

Mmm . . . back before I knew anything. Even that.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[still looking at Fang]

I remember. You were really sweet.

Well. you're still sweet. But I was really aggravated.

... Well.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

I remember.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[huffs]

Now even though I remember manners, I don't feel like using them half the time.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

It always sounds kind of strange, when Allen does.

[Leaves the meat to cook, taking the bowl of blood and setting it beside Persona's couch.]

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[rubs his temple above his crazyeye]

I was always polite before. Not always, but -- I remembered five years at a time, of that. It feels more natural to be polite. But everyone... it is strange, yeah? It's like it's dishonest, even if I don't mean to be. So. . . I keep talking like this.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .

What is the blood for?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

The big ones . . . they're strange, aren't they? So much, all at once . . .

I'm not sure yet.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

Not sure. . . failsafe blood?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Something like that.

Isn't Allen hungry? I can put those aside, if he's not.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

--Some is for me? You don't have to do that.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Puts the rock-plate riiight in front of him.]

You're hungry, aren't you?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .


. . . Thank you.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Goes back to cooking, taking the next two pieces off and adding them to his plate.]

I just wanted to cook it. Someone should appreciate it after.

. . . I don't know if they'll be hungry, when they get back. But there's a lot here.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[Putting food in front of Allen Walker means relinquishing rights to food OMNOMNOM]

It's still your lizard. I can pay you back later.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[It's not as if she's eating any herself.]

. . . mmm. I wouldn't want Lacerta to get in trouble, because of me. Or Pavo, either.

Allen mentioned salt, before? We've never had any of that. Or if there are seedlings you can spare, from your garden. It doesn't have to be much.