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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.]

Comments

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .

"Fang" is . . . he's not anything like the person you remember? Are you saying he's gonna be erased by whoever he used to be?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . did Allen ever meet Dusky, from Cepheus?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[swallows thickly]

Yeah. She and I used to be friends.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

I don't know if it will be like that. If they'll forget.

Raven and Scowl will stop it, if it is.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .

Fang. . .

Do you know what made him like this?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

A memory.

Maybe just . . . too many memories. Raven and Fang and I, and Carly too . . . we're not like you and Scowl. There's a gap, between the people we are, and the people we used to be.

Fang most of all.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .

[squeezes his arms, pursing his lips tightly just a little, and seems to hesitate for a long moment, putting together what he'll choose to say, before he speaks]

Carly and I have talked about it - her being worried about that. I think everyone is at least a little separated from their old selves.

But at this level. . . I meant... what in his memories? Whose memory? This other person's?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

I don't know. The only person who can answer that . . . he's been sleeping, these past three days.

Making things fit again.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[looks over at Fang, his red and black eye tirelessly seeking, his normal eye exhausted.]

. . . I hope that for once there really is a solution in his heart.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

There will be. They're strong . . . they won't let go.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[rubs the back of his neck]

Refusing to let go doesn't help everyone. Ahh. . . everyone's such a mess.

Do you want some help?

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . I'm almost done.

Allen should rest, if he can.

Re: MEANWHILE, IN THE ARENA:

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

You're one to talk. Everyone should rest if they can.

At least we have the memory of Trickster throwing a fit to cushion the memories we won breaking us all down.

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?