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♓ Feferi Peixes // cuttlefishCuller ([personal profile] fintastic) wrote in [community profile] thearena2015-03-01 03:58 pm

just your typical arena week

Who| Feferi Peixes & OPEN, plus Clementine, Dave, and Psiioniic
What| a weeks worth of Arena antics, and then some
Where| all around
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| The Nessie encounter can alternately be Week 5, she'll try to befriend them as much as she can and attempt to build a Nessie army

[ open (week 4) ]

While others are being lured into the caves, Feferi finds herself driven out. The Jabberjays are going to have to try a little harder to pull one over on her, but for a second she wonders-- is that what it feels like to be Sollux? She hears his voice among the others, alongside Karkat’s and Dave’s, and more of her friends. When she gets to the mouth of the cave she’s taken temporary shelter in and finds no one there, she grows suspicious; as she keeps listening, she starts wondering if they’ve put speakers in the trees, just to mess with her.

She takes her things with her, still-loaded gun held close, and a knife at her hip. She moves away from the caves, heading towards the nearest body of water. There's something in the waters that have intrigued her over the past few days, and what else does she have to do with herself? Well, besides killing people.

When she does finally make it to the river, she spots one almost immediately, hovering under the water. It's too cold for her to get undressed and hop right in, and that would leave her at a disadvantage. So she does what any sane troll would do: try to coax it out with what little food she has on her, supplemented by a dead branch with a few leaves still hanging on. With a few furtive glances over her shoulder, she manages to coax the beast out of the water, and with little caution, proceeds to reach out and touch its snout. It's not a sea creature, whatever it is, but it reminds her of one, and she takes small comforts where she can.

[ Clementine (week 4) ]

With the caves no longer an option, Feferi needs to seek out alternate shelter for the time being. She turns back to her original hide out from the start of the arena, backtracking her way to an outcropping of rocks. It wasn't really a cave, exactly, just a little natural shelter that let her take cover and keep warm for the first week or two in the Arena. Along the way, she finds some nice branches with leaves and pine needles still stuck on them, just a couple to bring with her.

At a point, she stops and wonders if someone else has happened upon the prime hiding spot. It's not out of the question. As the recognizable silhouette of the rock formation comes into view, she reaches into her backpack to pull out the revolver she managed to win, dropping her branches a few feet away, as she sneaks closer to scope out the entrance.

[ Psiioniic (week 4) ]

It's not that she's looking for him, specifically-- she's never really looking for anything in the Arena, except to survive-- but it's like she was meant to find him there. A troll she's only caught in glimpses, and not had the courage to talk to yet, and here he is, laying bloodied and unlikely to survive. The shock of yellow and the dual horns atop his head make her heart clench and her stomach churn, but he's not Sollux. No, this is another Captor, and yet she can't help but feel that same pang of concern.

"Oh, no..." It's all she can say as she kneels down next to him, her hands hovering like she wants to try to heal him, but even with her powers, it would be a tough sell. He's lost a lot of blood already, and there's only so much she can do. All she has is some gauze and antiseptic, barely enough to treat a couple scratches. Her mouth moves, several times trying to say something like are you okay or can I help you, but what comes out finally is a sigh, as she lets her hands fall to her lap and she just stares, brow furrowed, and unsure if touching him would be appropriate, or if she'd just wind up hurting him more.

[ Dave (week 2) ]

By the time the snow starts to fall, Feferi's started getting used to the cold. The wetness doesn't bother her, and the chill is oddly reminiscent of visiting her lusus. By the time the snow stops falling, she's presented with a precarious predicament: she's a little bit trapped.

She managed to find a safe place to bunker down, but her little ring of dry ground underneath a tree is surrounded by almost three feet of snow. It comes up to her waist and then some, and while under any other circumstances she might find it a bit humorous, it leaves her stranded, trying to think of a way to get herself somewhere a little less precarious. Anyone taller than her (there are plenty of people like that here) is at a great advantage, and could just as easily pick her off. Studying the snow, she knows she has to leave-- and she doesn't just want to stay there, anyway-- so she starts debating the best way to dig herself a tunnel. Could you even safely tunnel through snow? She's going to find out.
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2015-03-08 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
As the snow ever increases in height, Dave's concern for Feferi grows. It's getting up to hip height on him and he has a considerable amount of height on his troll friend. Not to mention the fact that he's pretty sure she's even more susceptible to cold than he is. It's not a pretty picture, none of this is. Fuck all of this bitter, cold powder. Why everyone shits themselves over it is beyond him, it's fucking miserable.

As usual, his timing is impeccable. Dave is pushing through snow in the near distance, approaching the tree when he's sure he sees the familiar colour and shape of horns dancing in the distance. He could be imagining candy corns, which is equally troubling. The only way he'll know for sure is by plowing forward, eventually making it toward Feferi's circle of safety.

"Remind me never to get myself stuck in prison with you." That is some shoddy tunnel-thinking, Feferi.
shenunigans: (who can really blame you)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2015-03-12 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
Dave raises his hands in defensive surrender when she startles, hunching all the more when she frowns like that. It's as if he expects to combust under the weight of all that severity.

"Oh, right. I'll just start wandering around Arenas yelling ahoy from now on then." He shrugs, not terribly perturbed by the frustration so he's just rebuffing it. He looks at her for a long moment, sizing up her situation here and the distance they'll probably need to travel before he steps a little closer. "Are you too short to walk properly?" That was a very sensitive and delicate way to ask, of course. "Do I need to carry you so you don't drown in this stuff?"
shenunigans: (All the broken things)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2015-03-25 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
The only response she'll get for that bogus idea is a grimace, but Dave is quick to fall back into blank-facing at her as she displays her internal choice-making unashamedly. He'll just stand there and resist the urge to put his hands on his hips until she inevitably agrees.

"I can do that. My pack mule efficiency is off the charts." He wades forward, starting to crouch in front of her since he assumes that's as good as a yes in this situation. "I'm sure they've got wild plans for it, but I dunno. Maybe people weren't dying fast enough." It sounds grim, but he's getting used to them bringing out the big guns at particular times. "At least it isn't sirens."
shenunigans: (now pop a little zantac)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2015-03-31 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"You make it sound like you're an expert on that." He observes in a dry tone, keeping himself hunched until she's clearly comfortable back there. He's deceptively strong considering how skinny he is and she doesn't actually weigh enough to be much of a burden, he imagines it will get exhausting after a while of sloshing through all this snow.

"You get one of those. One. One more horse joke and I'm gonna buck you off and canter into the forest like the majestic, wild stallion I know I am." And yet, he's starting to trudge forward anyway, pushing his legs through the deep, icy bullshit.

"Do you think we're gonna find a volcano somewhere soon?
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2015-04-07 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"What about I drop you and start making turtle jokes?" He grunts, but he's just playing along. Mostly. He can't weather these puns. Get it? Weather. Damn, he should have said that out loud.

"I want them to get ideas." He says bitterly, kicking all too aggressively at some of the snow in front of him. It does nothing but spray some of it back at them and it definitely doesn't make this easier.

"Forward. Mountainward." He shrugs, jostling her when he does. "I swear it was lower where I came from." Where that is happens to be a bit of a frustrating memory at this point.
smarterthanthem: (This isn't what I wanted)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-03-08 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Losing the cave was bad, very very bad. At least they'd realised what was happening in enough time to get out of there with most of their supplies, if they hadn't... Clem didn't want to think about the horror of being buried alive to slowly die, starving or running out of oxygen. Not a way she wanted to die, if she had a choice.

While Nick and Luke went off to find somewhere new for them to stay, Clementine had taken refuge in an outcrop of rock that offered shelter from the wind. They'd left the supplies they couldn't easily carry with her to guard, which she does by keeping her bow and arrows close to hand.

It's hard to hear anything at the moment though, so Clementine is unaware this spot had already been claimed by someone and that she's about to have company.
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-03-25 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Clementine starts when she hears the voice. Scrabbling for her bow she turns and is about to set an arrow to the string when what is actually being said gets through to her. "Uh..."

The speaker is a troll, one Clementine isn't familiar with. She thinks she's seen her around before, which isn't hard when they all live in one building half of the time, but she never actually spoke to her. "Um... I didn't know anyone else was staying here." she doesn't want to leave and the troll woman doesn't seem to be too upset about Clem being here. "Sure, uh, if that's okay."

She wants a fight less than she wants to leave, so if she was asked to go she probably would.
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-04-03 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow, you're strong." and that's supposed to be without powers. Clementine doesn't think she could have moved that rock all on her own. She's glad this troll is apparently friendly.

Clementine shuffles back a bit, giving the girl more room to make herself comfortable since this was apparently her place first. She drags her bundle of belongings with her too, putting it behind her to use as a backrest. "My name's Clementine. Thanks for letting me stay in here."

smarterthanthem: (Deal with it)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-04-12 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Clementine smiles a little. "You too. Do you know, Dave?"

It's might be a bit presumptuous to assume all the trolls know Dave but Clementine knows they're from the same world and so many people who come from the same worlds seem to end up knowing each other, it's probably not that far fetched. "Uh, I think almost a year now. This is my fourth of the big one's."

She'd also been in two of the mini's, bringing her total up to six. That's depressing.
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-04-25 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"He comes from the same world as trolls do, he told me that." she tells Feferi. "With Signless and Initiate too." yep, she had a couple troll friends, though she doesn't know them super well. She likes them quite a bit though.

Clementine shrugs a little, "I guess. I had practice at surviving before I came here. Most I can really do is scavenge and hide, I'm not great at fighting." she has a bow and arrows now, thanks to sponsors. Most of the time though she hid and she scavenged, sticking close to other stronger people for protection.

"Underwater?" her eyes go to Feferi's fins, "Do trolls live underwater?"
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-05-06 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I like your horns." she smiles, talking honestly. "I can see your point though, they do kind of stand out. Maybe you could start covering them with something?" Just hiding the colour of them would be a helpful start. "I think so too."

Of course her thoughts unknowingly echo Feferi's. Luck is a major factor in surviving an arena, where the Gamemaker's can throw any cog into the works that they feel like.

"And you can breath on land too? That's really cool. You could probably go hide in the river or the lake, just wait it out until the end." Unless it was too cold for her.
smarterthanthem: (Deal with it)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-05-16 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense." Clementine pulls a face. The Capitol wouldn't let anyone just sit the arena out, no matter how much they tried to. It's a shame for Feferi because that really would work otherwise. So far as she knows there are no other Tribute's who can live underwater.

"So, how long have you been here?"
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-05-23 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah, that was my second arena. Urm, well third. I got put in one of those mini ones." Clementine said with a frown. At least she hadn't died in either of the two mini arena's she'd been in.

The frown drops off her face when Feferi tells her she bit Dave, dissolving into laughter that cuts through the general feeling of misery that being in an arena brings. "He never told me about that, why did you bite him?"
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-05-31 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Clementine giggles even harder at that, ending up putting her hand over her mouth so she didn't get too loud. They didn't want to clue anyone unfriendly into the fact that they were hiding in here, even with the rock blocking the entrance.

"I bet he whined about it after." Dave had a thing for dramatics, that was for sure. "He's like that."
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-06-02 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a good idea." Clementine agrees with her. It is late and no day in the arena can be called relaxing, it's better that they grab sleep whenever they can to be ready for whatever surprises come next. "If you're sure."

It's nice to not be alone and despite just meeting her Clem feels like she can trust Feferi in this.
smarterthanthem: (sleep)

Yep!

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-06-05 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Clementine nods and settles herself down the best she can, pulling out the blanket she'd managed to save from the cave she'd stayed in with her friends. A long history of sleeping rough helps her drop off quickly and she'll sleep through right until Feferi wakes her up.
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[personal profile] 100scalps 2015-03-08 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Aldo's many things, but he isn't an idiot. He's made it this far with a knife and a keen instinct, and he's not planning on dying anytime soon. And by the time week 4 rolls around, he's made his peace with the fact that in order to get out of here, he's going to need to kill some people.

He thinks of it as a mercy killing, really, and he's decided that targeting the weak ones might be easiest, at first. He'll make it as painless as he can, after all, and it's best that he gets to them before someone much worse comes along. So when he spies the strange, horned girl-thing on the riverbank, he figures that this is as good a time as ever.

His hunting knife drawn, he makes to sneak up on her. He'll just ease up right behind her and slit her throat real quick-like. Unfortunately for Aldo, all thoughts of stealth go out the window as his booted foot comes down on a twig. The loudest fucking twig to ever exist, apparently. He freezes. Maybe she won't notice...
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[personal profile] biiowiired 2015-03-09 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Psii hadn't gotten far, the trail in the snow closer to crawling than walking. He'd fallen uncomfortably on his side. If a troll could move, a troll could fight, and Tom had made sure he couldn't fight before taking his valuables. He'd been beaten to near-death with a cudgel. Psii's vision cleared, and he saw someone with fins bending over him. He jerked with an instinctive but ultimately useless spasm of alarm.

He tried to place her. Signless had mentioned the sea dweller girl, telling Psii that she was not to be feared. But he had also said this of the clown, who was unsettling at best. If Psii wasn't the overly paranoid friend, who would be? Thankfully, he wasn't aware of his future self's history with Feferi's ancestor. He would have legitimately lost his shit.

"Thtuff gone.... Don't have.... anything...." he rasped, hoping she was just here to loot. That was all he was good for, now. Just leave me alone to die.
biiowiired: iim bleediing but iim fiine (mouth blood)

[personal profile] biiowiired 2015-03-30 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Leatht...? I've never.... met you. You don't owe me shit."

Did Helmsman make friends with her too? He was tired of wading through past-future-him's stuff.

"Jutht.... want to lie here.... think about all my.... terrible life dethithionth—Don't cull me," he suddenly wheezed, almost panicking again. She was a highblood. The expected thing for her to do would be to cull him. "It hurtth.... but I want to think. Tho many.... tho many die thudden, and their ghothtth never at peathe.... Need to thort my shit...."

He would know. He saw visions of people dying all the time back home. The cold snow burned, but after a while he had begun to lose feeling in his limbs as well as his blood. Astonishing. He didn't even know he had that much in him.
biiowiired: 2ufferiing (bleed eyes)

[personal profile] biiowiired 2015-04-04 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
He shivered (more than he was already) but he couldn't prevent what turned out to be a harmless straightening of his hair. Pointless, fucking pointless, trying to look put-together before dying.

"Every death ith real."

His arm was bent near his head at a weird angle, but that allowed him to tap his temple with a bit of effort. Every other troll knew about his visions, why shouldn't she be the same?

"Alwayth.... chanthe we might not come back. Kankri--" His eyes widened with sudden anguish. Every time he died in an arena, there was always the chance he might not see his best friend again. "Signless, you watch out for him. Capitol. Don't.... don't feed my tribbleth."
biiowiired: 2leepiing or tryiing not two look at you (eyes closed)

[personal profile] biiowiired 2015-07-04 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
Of course he wasn't well, he was dying. He was also still trying to fight down the panic. How could he help Signless escape if he was dead for good?

"Tribbleth," he croaked with certainty. "They'll breed out of control if they eat.... even a little bit. SS knowth, everyone knowth.... Then they'll get taken away. My pile. Culled." No one ever said he couldn't make a pile out of living tribbles. "Thoothing.... Make little cooth.... You should try them thometime...."

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine lying in a pile of them right now. Even the cold of the snow was ebbing away into a cushioned numbness. Perhaps he was delirious; he saw a troll of royal blood and believed she would listen to him.

"Look out for him and.... don't let thith planet.... be another Alternia."