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  1. Alex Mason
    IC: Karak - Ready Room, Arena Skyra in tow, I lead us both inside, clutching my javelin launcher tight. I see the beady eyes of the Skrall glance my way, or I think I do. Mine certainly go to them, daggers of hate spewing from my gaze. I envision a thousand ways of their death. Their gear seems largely unchanged from when we were at war. I have not a doubt that their flesh disrupting devilry has evolved along with the people we now both stand in the midst of. And yet I wonder if any of them would even recall the tale of the Blood Tribe. "You..be here before?" I ask of Skyra, distracting myself for the time being. "You are good fighter." OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Outside Celrys' Workshop "I take you into...locker? The warriors prepare there." I say, still smiling somewhat. Before I left I saw how many Skrall were there. Skyra's presence would likely prevent me from doing something foolish if tempted...but the sheer thought of the first step of my revenge being exacted after all of the time spent waiting seemed to have me in a much happier disposition than usual. Unless I just liked Skyra that much. That thought was doubtful. I begin to lead her back towards the arena, idly whistling an old Blood Tribe hymn. OOC: @Snelly @Toru Nui
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    IC: Karak - Outside Celrys' Workshop "...With him." I conclude, not bothering to cover up the disdain in my voice. "...I should go." I say, not wanting to follow her back in there. "Unless you want to watch fight. I almost kill you before, hah." I smirk, which comes out in my tone. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Outside Celrys’ Workshop I take a moment to parse what she said and then I nod, returning the smile. Odd. “Sleep…ok. Had to share with Glatorian.” I attempt to explain, scratching at my shoulder. “She fight soon. Like me. Maybe she fight me.” I squint behind the mask. ”Del. Where is?” OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Near Celrys' Workshop I had to retrieve my javelin launcher for the games. I wasn't to fight yet so I left the arena briefly in order to retrieve my ranged weapon, which I managed to mime to the guards as to what I needed. Their culture of combat is surely interesting. Barbaric, perhaps, but interesting. Where my people had constant war, it seems now the Skrall have managed to integrate themselves perfectly into the system the Southerners built. Combat for food, for entertainment of the masses. And they will thrive in this system. But they're fools to think that'll simply be the end of it. I feel the wooden stock of my javelin launcher, carvings of home contrasted by the cold Northern metal. I sling my weapon on my back by my blade. The small trunk of Huracan closes. My eyes move to an extremely loud and familiar sound nearby. "Skyra!" I call from across the parking lot, walking a little bit closer towards her. She can't see my expression but I'm smiling. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Hmm. I blink. A respect for the law, and yet a moment ago she was ready to die. I still dislike the prospect that I might owe this woman something, but truthfully a warm room would improve my rest before the games by quite a bit. It's a utility best utilised, one that the Skrall also have the benefit of. My weapon slides back where it was before on my back. Her attitude is still palpable. "Okay." I reply, simply, sighing afterwards. Hopefully she doesn't continue to hiss and threaten me, or these laws she finds so precious will be easily broken. OOC: @Toru Nui@a goose
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    IC: Karak - This Is Not The Path You Want I see her anger begin to bubble before it spills over quickly as she draws her weapon - shouting threats that even my broken Agori can parse with ease. Kind of her, in that way. My own weapon slides from its place on my back as I draw it fully, murmuring some words in my own language. This was a stupid thing for her to fight and likely lose her life over, especially considering both of our vested interest in the arena. But I do not discriminate opponents, and this Glatorian has clearly been inching to become one up until this point. “You are foolish. But you of wanting fight, you receive.” I say, eyes focused firmly on Vraek. “The Skrall see what becomes of enemies. My enemies. Your blood will be my ink.” OOC: @Toru Nui@a goose
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    IC: Ela Latos - Hmm. “I question what uses you have in mind.” Ela remarked, though not in the air of disobedience. Already following a lead. “I will handle him if he becomes a problem, then. OOC: @Krayzikk
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    IC: Karak - Still escalating I somehow manage to catch that, all of it. I stop in my tracks, gazing back at Vraek. An undivided stare, for once. ”You woman. In culture, you take not from woman. Stranger here. But that is my tradition.” He speaks as clearly as he can. “And your charity…need not.” I glance to the receptionist. Does she fear me for my demeanour or because I am not from this land? OOC: @Toru Nui @a goose
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    IC: Ela Latos She stopped. ".....Why?" OOC: @Krayzikk
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    IC: Karak - Arena Hotel "Fare ok alone. Seem soft, maybe not good idea...for you." I chuckle to myself, sneering at the Glatorian. I already begin to move from my position, heading back towards the exit. I wasn't much interested in trying to decipher the attitude that the woman was giving me. OOC: @Toru Nui
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    IC: Ela Latos - Ga Koro Tour "Allegedly, a submarine." Ela snorted. "Stupid fool." "Toa without duty in these parts find themselves in quite strange situations. Blessed with the power to control the elements, only to stoop to the level of a Skakdi mook." Ela's voice, out of combat, was naturally low and she spoke so that only Kiyaku would be able to hear. OOC: @Krayzikk
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    IC: Karak - Arena Hotel Hold on a moment. Both? Is that what she had said? “How many beds?”
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    IC: Karak - Arena Hotel “You talk out of neck.” I shoot back to Vraek. She still must assume that my status as a foreigner means I’m too idiotic to pick up on her tone. I scratch at my shoulder, nails scraping against the flesh beneath my armour, and look to the receptionist. If the heretic I left Skyra and Del with had anything, his staff was surely less easily shaken. I lower my own tone, speaking clearly. ”One room.” I repeat, glancing briefly at Vraek. “Give her. I find place.” The words come out almost as a conceded mumble - as desperate as I am for warm shelter when the desert heat becomes cold, I will not stand and beg. If this place will not have me, I can find another. OOC: @Toru Nui@a goose
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    IC: Karak - Arena Hotel "You not command me." I growl back, looking to the receptionist hoping that I am not going to have to find somewhere else to stay. The crowds for the event tell me that might end up incredibly troublesome - but I refuse to sleep on the street again. I need a warm bed. OOC: @Toru Nui@a goose
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