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Post by โโะพฯ on Jun 16, 2020 18:01:54 GMT -5
[ Hmm, I'll think about doing that. I think I might get too confused though hahaha ]
[ Welcome, Headphone Actor! Let me know which slots you'd like :D ]
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Jun 16, 2020 18:20:36 GMT -5
(Actually, I don't mind making some more filler characters(for those that make it top 12, I'll likely just randomize that). Might make it easier on you Glow  .) |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 16, 2020 20:18:13 GMT -5
[Can I claim the 3 boy and the 12 girl?]
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jun 16, 2020 20:37:32 GMT -5
[ Sure! They're all yours! And ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ hmu if you decide you want to make more characters. Ideally we'll have the slots all filled by tonight or tomorrow so I can figure out the order of the top twelve c: ]
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Post by Mosspath27 on Jun 17, 2020 12:03:21 GMT -5
(Enlightened header #1: Chauncey Forsyth):
He had left home as Rooster Forsyth. As he sat with his back against a tree, chest heaving and his eyes scanning the sky for threats and cameras, he wondered if the old folks at home hadn't demoted him to Chicken Chauncey. In the preliminaries, he had been advised that every Bloodbath kill was one more person he'd not have to deal with later. But as the countdown started, and he'd finally paid the Careers mind enough to behold them, he realized suddenly he might be the one to die. He'd hesitated at the start, then backed away from the Cornucopia. But an unusually high number of tributes seemed to be avoiding it, he'd thought, and that might make it safer, and so he'd inched forward, and then dove for it. Out of sheer excited terror, as soon as he touched dry land, he let out a most impressive holler and sprinted for the emptiest corner. He didn't stop running for thirty minutes, unsure of what he'd scooped up on the fly, and only realized he'd made noise at all when he realized his throat hurt.
At some point in the subsequent hours of stumbling about, lost and confused, he'd decided exhausting himself wouldn't help, and sat himself down to contemplate his situation. He had sat still for only a moment before he became antsy enough to look around. No immediate threats. No immediate boons. He'd still felt watched, and remember the other piece of advice he'd gotten: the cameras would always be on. And so, he'd begun to talk.
"Well, uh," he'd said to nobody in particular, almost immediately feeling quite silly. "I s'pose some o' you folks might wond'rin' what I picked up and I reckon I ought to want to know too, 'less y'all 're occupied by some'in' else goin' on." He'd picked up an unstrung bow, which he initially misdiagnosed as a spear with some strings instead of a point. He had a small satchel that looked like it was modeled after a Roman loculus, which contained two halves of a partly hollowed spear shaft and a screw, which struck Forsyth as being a needlessly complicated and less-than-robust system. At least it came with a point, a nasty looking barbed point that that simply slid snugly onto the top of the shaft. "Now this here's just cruel design," he'd commented. "If I go an' stick some body with this, I'm gwine pull the blame thing right off it and have me a, whatchacallit, some kinda quarterstaff with a water screw holdin' it together!"
But these were his tools, along with a utility knife and some basic odds and ends. He had no idea how to string the bow, and so he'd tied the bowstrings together, and then to one end of the bow, and tied the other end of the string to the spear point. "The fellers told us all there's gators in the water, but we don't got any rest'rants out here. Reckon the gators cain't survive if they don't have some snacks 'tween eatin' us tributes, so maybe we c'n get lucky an' catch ourself a fish that don't eat us first," he'd advised his imaginary audience, and then he'd cast his line and sat down. "Well, I reckon this won't be 'specially excitin' for y'all, at least until I try to cook anythin' I catch, 'less it's a gator . . . I do declare, I have only been out here an hour or so and I's already talkin' 'o 'he wind!"
And thus he remained, except for the occasional stretch break and intermittent moves to build a makeshift shelter out of the nearby shrubbery โ complete, of course, with step-by-step narration.
(Enlightened header #2: Eschina Sturges):
Eschina Sturges enjoyed a reasonably quiet start. She'd snuck in the back of the Cornucopia building more or less untoiced while the other tributes threw javelins at each other and scurried away. She was a tactical thinker, and knew the other tributes had been talking about alliances. Somehow, she never got in on them. There had always been something else to do when the tributes were conspiring, and then the training sapped her will to think about diving into the arena.
Too late now to plan ahead. She could try the kid who mostly muttered obscenities about cosmopolitan slickers, but he hadn't seemed to get along with anybody. There were a few other tributes she didn't really know anything about. Perhaps that was all right. It was possible that her best chance of surviving was to hide until the other tributes killed each other and the organizers forgot about her. She did find it more than a little disconcerting that she had picked up no weapons. A couple of knives, sure, and a net, and a few miscellaneous tools, but nothing that she thought especially handy against the prospect of being jumped by one of the careers.
She did know how to use the compass she had, and this made the compass seem more important than the other tools. She would try north, travelling through the mudscape at the speed of bureaucracy.
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 17, 2020 20:48:43 GMT -5
Simic - Redfleck Simic tensed as the figure rightened himself to be more visible, making it known that he was another tribute. The teen ducked down, lowering himself further than his usual slouch, into a defensive position. He was skinny and had no weapon, so the odds werenโt particularly in his favor if this encounter broke into a brawl.
He narrowed his eyes at the tributeโs introduction, scoffing a bit. โLike shit,โ he muttered, though it was possible that it was loud enough for the stranger to hear. The lanky teen took in a sharp breath as Blaise went on, taking a couple of steps back. He was from district two? He was dead for sure then. He looked around, pivoting in an awkward circle as he tried to find signs of anyone else the tribute could be traveling with. The open marsh would make it difficult to try and ambush someone without them noticing, but the few moments heโd spent with his head dipped to catch his breath had made him an easy target.
โIโm from eight,โ he called, turning back to face Blaise again. โSimic,โ he added, unsure if someone from the career districts wouldโve paid enough attention to the interviews to even know his name. Heโd kept a rather low profile, and heโd been rather masked in the glory of his district partner, so he wasnโt sure if anyone would know his name. He didnโt mind...heโd just be another forgettable death in the Games that was only mourned by his family.
He looked at the tribute hard, his fist still clenched. โIf youโre not going to hurt me then what are you going to do? Whatโs your plan here, two?โ He snapped. Blaise Barr[ district 2 ][ location: mud pits ][ status: uninjured ][ ~โัััฮนะธั ] Simic. So that was his name. And from district 8, too. Blaise knew of the girl from 8, that one with the lethal knife skills. She was one who Blaise remembered to keep away from, but the boy from 8 was less memorable, apparently preferring to keep the attention off of himself. Blaise was the sameโbut from Simic's slow, retreating steps, he briefly wondered if he was really as unmemorable as he tried to be.
He observed as the tribute cowered, backing away as Blaise introduced himself. He was close enough now that he could make out the features of Simic's expression, and Simic's expression revealed every fearful thought passing through. He meant to approach him with a friendly greeting; though apparently, revealing that he came from a career district did the exact opposite. The realization became obvious in hindsight.
Eight's likely not dumb enough to attack me, Blaise reasoned, quickly glancing over the boy's hunched figure, but if he is, then I should be able to take him. The best weapon either of us might have is a pebble.
Strangely, knowing that he had the upper hand in this encounter actually relieved him. Simic spoke sharply, but it couldn't cut Blaise. He knew the other tribute was tired and had no idea how to handle his stamina.
"Whatโs your plan here, two?"
My plan? Well, shit. That part hadn't occurred to him quite yet. "I want to go to the Cornucopia tomorrow to scavenge for supplies, but I can't go alone," stated Blaise, stoic as ever. He was making this up on the spot. Hopefully no stupid ideas were leaving his mouth. "I won't kill you and you're not going to kill me," he added, internally cursing because he knew this needed justification, "because you'll find me a shelter, and I'll teach you how to swim."
He paused. In this momentary lapse in the conversation, Blaise regretted his entire existenceโnot an uncommon phenomenon for the unsocial boy, but he'd hoped that he could pull things together during the time it mattered most. It really could not have been that bad, right? In the circumstance that Simic accepted, Blaise could save a whole day of gathering supplies to build a shelter. Simic would then learn how to swim, which would not only be a vital survival skill, but swimming expanded the possibilities for the different paths around the arena.
Not bad, Blaise. Not bad.
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 17, 2020 22:10:30 GMT -5
No one made a move to help, so Charon was stuck trying to heave a girl twice her size back on land. After trying in vain to drag it by the arms, then by the legs, she sighed and swung Circe's arm over her shoulder. Circe's body slumped limply on her back, feet dragging in the wet sand behind her. Blood still poured from the throat wound, staining a good portion of Charon's shirt.
Great, thought Charon. I can't wait 'til the vultures start coming for me.
She directed most of her effort at just holding the body up. Each individual step forward was a feat of balance and strength. Fortunately, the shortest path back did not require too many of them. Charon hobbled back to shore and dropped the body, which fell with a muted thunk. She quickly removed shoes off of Circe's feet, then moved to similarly strip down the rest.
As she worked, she heard Rem urge the group to leave the Cornucopia. The strange edge to the district 2 girl's voice did not go unnoticed. Charon peered up at her, brow raised. Why is she tired? She didn't even do anything!
"Maybe, if someone helped me with this, we could've left by now," called Charon, gesturing to Circe's fully-clothed body. She had hardly managed to pull off a sleeve, much less the rest of it. "Someone with a blade help me get her clothes off. We need the fabric."
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Post by ~โัััฮนะธั on Jun 19, 2020 22:47:25 GMT -5
Simic - RedfleckSimicโs heart was racing in his chest, his gaze moving quickly from Blaiseโs feet to his face. He kept a careful eye for any signs that the tribute was about to lunge for him, and took his steps backwards accordingly to keep a secure distance. He didnโt want to shout to the tribute, and attract more unwanted company, so he let him close in near enough that they could clearly read each otherโs faces.
The tall boy kept his suspicious glare while the career boy went on, shaking his head slightly. There was a pause after Blaise spoke before Simic slowly rose from his defensive stance. His posture was still poor, and doubtful, but a sneer made its way onto his face. โAre you serious?โ He let the question hang, then scoffed.
โYou think Iโm stupid, two? If youโre goinโ to kill me, do it straight up because this โlong gameโ crap is kind of pathetic. The cornucopia?โ He huffed out another sharp laugh. โYโmean where your little friends are probably hanging out?โ He looked aside, eyes narrowed. He didnโt trust this bastard for a second, especially if he had the type of perception to see that heโd struggled in the water. Still...there was a chance that he was being genuine, and having an ally wouldnโt be too bad. โI-I got out just fine without swimminโ...and, if youโre serious, the cornucopiaโs a stupid idea. We donโt have weapons, unless youโre hiding one, and anyone waitinโ thereโs got the carverโs pick.โ He wiped sweat from his forehead, glancing back to see the boyโs reaction. โI, which would be we, if youโre serious, wouldnโt have a quick escape either. As you so helpfully pointed out, I ainโt very good in the water.โ
His voice occasionally grew shaky as he spoke, but he sounded as firm as his anxiety would allow. By his sudden change in tone; it was obvious he wanted to trust the other tribute. He just...didnโt want it to be what got him killed.
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 20, 2020 17:01:28 GMT -5
 Chat ;;
sorry for being super slow, i've been really busy with rl issues. its super tiring and hopefully by next friday it'll be done. if you need percy, he can just follow with, i can try to reply sometime soon but itll be difficult for me- - - - -โcrap... i totally forgot why i'm here.โ- - - - -
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 22, 2020 10:57:35 GMT -5
( ~โัััฮนะธั <Raintalon> Do either of you mind having Sol and Ash run into Sage and Everest sometime? I feel like a tag team battle would be really interesting. I know that they'll both come out in the top twelve, so it's not a fight to the death. Regardless, it should be fun! ) Late but this sounds GREAT, let's do it) |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 22, 2020 12:02:28 GMT -5
Ashely - <Raintalon> โWell, yeah, thatโs true.โ Ash agreed slowly. It was true that sheโd been the one that had ran into him, but it was his fault for not better keeping track of his surroundings. He didnโt have the excuse of being blind, after all, and if it had been anyone else he collided with; someone would be dead. He wasnโt sure if heโd be able to trust Sol in full, but he was truly lucky that sheโd listened to him when he asked that she didnโt stab him. Maybe it was a sign that sheโd become a good ally...
He blinked in surprise at her words, starting to reach for his jaw before he remembered he was holding an axe. โUm, yeah. My jaw,โ he pursed his lips, then looked at her in surprise as she continued. โBeat?โ He looked around in confusion while she kept talking, deciding to skip over all the stuff about being an underdog. Heโd noticed that the Capital asked him a lot of questions about his jaw - way more than anyone from his district had ever cared to ask - but he hadnโt been sure why it was such a big deal. Having a weird looking face didnโt make killing, or getting killed, any easier. He figured thatโs what Sol was talking about, but he had never thought of it so...competitively? โYeah...youโre kinda a big deal.โ
The boy perked in surprise as she embraced the idea of a partnership so directly. โO-oh! I mean,โ he hesitated, thinking over her words. โMy mentor said the same thing...actually. He didnโt think...um...he didnโt think the sponsors would be worth it. I donโt really care about that though, and I really donโt want to be alone, and everyone seems to think the both of us are at disadvantages.โ He looked up, gazing at the hanging moss in fascination as they entered the darkness of the trees. โWe can help each other if you want,โ he glanced down at the hold she had on his sleeve, then towards her face. He couldnโt help but stare for a bit, gaze fixed on her sightless eyes. Heโd never met someone blind before - and it was really weird. He looked away quickly, paranoid she could secretly see him looking at her funny, and also because he nearly tripped over the knotted root system beneath the water. this is 8347837837 years late WHOOP) Solaris - ~โัััฮนะธั"That's me. Big Deal Sol," said the girl proudly, brushing the tip of her nose with her thumb. "Stupid Capitol dogs. All lined up to watch us die cause we're so extra special to them." Her tone, she knew, was harsh and apathetic - a train gained from a whole laundry list of adverse childhood experiences. Or so her mentor would tell her. 'If you don't fix that attitude, the Capitol's gonna be rooting for you to go down, blindness or no blindness', he'd say. 'Don't let those eyes of yours make you cocky'. Whatever. "If you wanna team up, let's do it," she said, smiling a little as she felt the water ripple where he stumbled. Was she really so fascinating? "So I can feel the water, and the weeds under it, and it smells like we're in like, a really wet forest. See any place to sleep around here, Crookedboy?" |
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jun 22, 2020 16:03:21 GMT -5
[ No worries ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั ! Hope everything's okay! ]
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 23, 2020 13:43:12 GMT -5
( Rip. It seems we are all not super active. I got swept away by a video game - a less legitimate reason to be away from the forums, but that's why I haven't been online. I'll put up a Blaise reply later today. )
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 24, 2020 14:39:00 GMT -5
( ...........I hate everything. I spent an hour typing up my reply and my computer restarted on me. )
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 24, 2020 16:57:47 GMT -5
Simic - Redfleck Simicโs heart was racing in his chest, his gaze moving quickly from Blaiseโs feet to his face. He kept a careful eye for any signs that the tribute was about to lunge for him, and took his steps backwards accordingly to keep a secure distance. He didnโt want to shout to the tribute, and attract more unwanted company, so he let him close in near enough that they could clearly read each otherโs faces.
The tall boy kept his suspicious glare while the career boy went on, shaking his head slightly. There was a pause after Blaise spoke before Simic slowly rose from his defensive stance. His posture was still poor, and doubtful, but a sneer made its way onto his face. โAre you serious?โ He let the question hang, then scoffed.
โYou think Iโm stupid, two? If youโre goinโ to kill me, do it straight up because this โlong gameโ crap is kind of pathetic. The cornucopia?โ He huffed out another sharp laugh. โYโmean where your little friends are probably hanging out?โ He looked aside, eyes narrowed. He didnโt trust this bastard for a second, especially if he had the type of perception to see that heโd struggled in the water. Still...there was a chance that he was being genuine, and having an ally wouldnโt be too bad. โI-I got out just fine without swimminโ...and, if youโre serious, the cornucopiaโs a stupid idea. We donโt have weapons, unless youโre hiding one, and anyone waitinโ thereโs got the carverโs pick.โ He wiped sweat from his forehead, glancing back to see the boyโs reaction. โI, which would be we, if youโre serious, wouldnโt have a quick escape either. As you so helpfully pointed out, I ainโt very good in the water.โ
His voice occasionally grew shaky as he spoke, but he sounded as firm as his anxiety would allow. By his sudden change in tone; it was obvious he wanted to trust the other tribute. He just...didnโt want it to be what got him killed.
((sorry for the delay/the shitty quality here lol,, Iโve been dead asf)) ( Nah, I've been more dead than you. I should be apologizing instead. Sorry to make you wait. ) Blaise Barr[ district 2 ][ location: mudpits ][ status: uninjured ][ ~โัััฮนะธั ] Of course eight wouldn't accept so readily. Mistrust flashed in eight's narrowed glare. Blaise frowned as the other one laughed at him. Despite eight's big words, he knew that the skepticism stemmed from fear. Blaise did not miss the way Simic's voice wobbled as it accused him of deception, or the way his posture seemed to fold in on itself.
Capitalize on fear.
Your strength is your calm.
He has walked to the edge of his own cliff; your duty is simply to poke him off-balance.
Without even knowing it, Blaise had shifted into a guarded stance. His body tensed, his center of mass dropped, and his torso angled slightly he'd be harder to hit.
A real career tribute abandoned mercy. If it were up to Rem or the district one tributes, Simic wouldโve been killed already, or tied up and used as a guinea pig for hidden traps around the arena. Why waste time becoming allies with a weakling? Simic was destined to die early in the Hunger Games.
Eight paused. As his head turned away, two advanced.
But then Simic resumed his speech. Blaise stopped, letting him talk.
โI-I got out just fine without swimminโ...and, if youโre serious, the cornucopiaโs a stupid idea.โ
Despite the nervous execution, Simic had valid objections. As the tribute stammered on, Blaise stood back up straight and wiped his muddy hands on his clothes. With cleaner fingers, Blaise could now freely scratch his head while trying to comprehend the rest of Simicโs stuttersโonly to instantly retract his hand from his hair, recoiling as he shook a few dead beetle shells from his hand onto the mud.
After Simic finished, Blaise still paused briefly in case he suddenly had more to sayโbut it seemed he was done. He began to walk towards Simic, arms in front of him, palms facing up.
First, the careers. โIโm unarmed, and Iโm not allied with the careers.โ
Second, the cornucopiaโs danger. โThey wonโt be at the cornucopia tomorrow. Only the desperate tributes will show.โ
Third, swimming. โYouโll learn how to swim on the way to the southern forest.โ
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Post by ~โัััฮนะธั on Jun 27, 2020 20:52:20 GMT -5
Ash continued to navigate between the trees, taking a wide berth around low hanging branches and moss to avoid walking the blind girl into anything. He stumbled a bit as she kept talking, looking at her with wide eyes. Part of him panicked, wanting to tell her to stop talking, but all that came out was a shaky; โum.โ He looked around in alarm, all too aware that the Capital was watching and listening, though he had no idea what to say to fix what sheโd done. She wasnโt...wrong, but he couldnโt imagine saying something so bold out loud. โI-It is pretty weird, getting so much attention over it. No one at home gives it much thought.โ He did what he could to skim over what sheโd said, finding that it was easy to admit how strange everything had been the past week. Styx wasnโt super easy to chat with...so heโd been sitting on his feelings about the Capitalโs...weirdness...for a while now. Still, it was weird to talk about it if they were listening.
His concern subsided slightly as she went back to their partnership, nodding slightly before remembering he needed to make his agreement audible. โYeah!โ He said, shamelessly energetic that she was open to such a thing. He glanced behind them while she spoke, trying to be careful that they werenโt being followed. โAshely,โ he reminded her when she missed his name, then corrected himself quickly; โAsh. Uh, thatโs all...pretty accurate. The cornucopia was pretty much just open water, but itโs clustered here...Iโm just not..walking into anything. Uh, it would probably be good cover if we got into the trees, they come down pretty low but thereโs all kinds of stuff growing down them. We could try to find land, but itโs hard to see and I donโt know if weโd find anything.โ He turned his axe around in his hand, looking down at it. โIt was hard to see where everyone went, but I doubt too many people came this way. W-we should probably keep watch though, just in case. I still need to look through my bag too...โ
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Post by ~โัััฮนะธั on Jun 27, 2020 21:34:44 GMT -5
The tall boy shifted his weight anxiously, having trouble staying still now that Blaise had stopped pushing him further back. In the few seconds that heโd taken his eyes off the other tribute it felt like heโd gotten so much closer...had he gotten closer? He couldnโt tell what was his own paranoia and what was the career tributeโs shady actions. Every part of him was screaming for him to run, telling him that every second spent engaging in this conversation was a second closer to death, but his hopefulness for an ally made it so hard to turn away. Heโd let Blaise get so close...dammit why had he let him get so close?! He was so out of breath, if he ran two would catch him in seconds.
The other tributes seemed to give his words genuine consideration, not yet breaking his act to reveal how stupid he was for trusting him. His whole body tended as he started a slow advance, but to tried to stay put as he listened.
He couldnโt prevent a few tentative steps backwards, but every passing heartbeat he grew closer into succumbing to the idea of bolting. His words, his level voice, his outreached hands, everything was too much. With a final snap, he spoke out sharply, far louder than heโd meant to; โStop gettinโ closer to me!โ His heart was hammering in his chest, and even after his outburst, he was still standing like a startled rabbit about to take off in any direction.
โWhy wouldnโt you want me dead? I-I-Itโs me or you ainโt it? Why would you want my help? W-what are you even gonโ do with it?!โ His voice was now a harsh whisper, but at points it wobbled in pitch and volume. โT-tell me that,โ his eyes flicked to the side, checking their surroundings briefly. โAnd...and maybe...โ
((whew, idk WHERE this is going tbh,, Iโm thinking he ought to bite it soon,, but idk where Blaise is going to take this soo whatever u think! he miiight be attracting some predators w all his yellin tho ;> ))
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Post by Redfleck on Jul 5, 2020 17:41:22 GMT -5
( Sorry it's been so long without a reply. ~โัััฮนะธั I have no idea where this is going either, but let's finish this up soon! What kind of predators would Simic be attracting with his yelling? Given that Blaise is from a career district, I think it'd be in-character for him to know. ) |
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Post by ~โัััฮนะธั on Jul 5, 2020 18:13:29 GMT -5
( Sorry it's been so long without a reply. ~โัััฮนะธั I have no idea where this is going either, but let's finish this up soon! What kind of predators would Simic be attracting with his yelling? Given that Blaise is from a career district, I think it'd be in-character for him to know. ) ((dw about it dude! i completely understand. itโs pretty obvious that any kinda predator might hear,, but given that the things i have in mind (either crocs or spiders) are both Capital designed,, idk how good Blaiseโs insight is lmao)) |
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