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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.
shenunigans: (pic#5842767)

[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.