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Post by elgatocello on Aug 3, 2011 20:21:29 GMT -4
"Meals are usually served after the gladiator battles are done for the day."
Brunno collapsed onto one of the benches in the compound.
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Post by comicsans12pt on Aug 6, 2011 12:06:32 GMT -4
Sibet finds a spot apart from the other and faces a wall. It's not in her to let others see her in vulnerable moments and so as quietly as she can, begins to cry.
Large silent tears melt into great sobs as she realizes she is crying not only for those in the arena whose only crime was to be pitted against those with an advantage, but also for her friends in the woods whose fate is at the whim of someone they don't even know. She weeps for her freedom and for the sweet smell of clean moist earth. And finally, because she cannot control it, she weeps for the childhood she spent learning a trade that caters to the carnal side of men.
And then it stops. The tears dry and her nose clears. She looks down at her hand and realizes that it hurts where she drew blood in homage to those that died in the arena. She wipes her hand on her clothes and then gets up and walks over to Brunno, kneels down and checks him for wounds.
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Post by elgatocello on Aug 7, 2011 1:43:51 GMT -4
Brunno waves her off.
"I'm fine. The Arena takes a toll on us all. I'll be right as rain when I get some food in me."
He sits up and faces Sibet. "And you? Are you fairing well?"
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Post by Veritas on Aug 7, 2011 11:37:40 GMT -4
The burly dwarf watches as more are led into the gladiator's compound, his brows furrowing slowly as he gazes out over the assembling warriors. There are nicks and cuts over his body, and one gouge over his chest - he seems to be ignoring the dripping blood, his lips curved into a faint grin.
"Not a bad test of strength, but venerating such things aren't the only task worth doing for a stout warrior," he says. It's almost a complaint. His fingers reach up for his beard, tugging through it lightly, shaking his head. Something tells him that he won't be getting a proper bath soon. Ugh.
His meaty hand claps down on Brunno's back sharply. "You did well, man. Dare I ask what you did to end up in this spot?"
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Post by joviality on Aug 8, 2011 13:58:11 GMT -4
As she and Sibet were escorted back to their cells, she was pleased to see a familiar beak swoop down and land on her shoulder before they went underground. Her thrush! Falon stroked the beautiful bird's feathers lovingly, happy to have some comfort in this bleak place of blood and sand.
Mentally exhausted from using her spells, but silently proud that she spilled no blood, slumps down in her corner - this time in the women's cell. She sees Sibet sobbing silently in the corner, and chooses to say nothing - this was a trying time for all of them, and she did not wish to embarrass the girl. Sibet had also gained no small measure of respect when she showed homage and remorse for those who died in the pit.
It would be a hard time for them all down here, and Falon was eager for a way out.
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Post by comicsans12pt on Aug 9, 2011 19:53:23 GMT -4
Sibet begins to answer Brunno but when Uric approaches, she backs off to let the men talk. She sees Falon and notices the feathered companion. Sibet approaches carefully so as not to startle the bird.
"You kept us alive out there. You have my gratitude and friendship. A companion such as this (pointing at the bird) gives testament to your good heart. I hope to see my feathered friends again."
Her smile is sad but meant to communicate to Falon that any weakness has passed and she is ready for what comes next.
"Has anyone been hurt badly?"
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Post by joviality on Aug 10, 2011 13:55:28 GMT -4
Falon looks up to see Sibet moving closer to her, and greets her with a small cracked smile through her scarred visage.
"I'm not really used to combat... I was really just happy to be able to put them out nonviolently. I don't like to hurt people if at all possible. You were the one who showed true courage out there... I'm not sure if I would have been able to take them out once I put them down."
Falon nods towards Sibet's wounded hand, noting her approval of the sacrifice. "A kind act, for those who were made to fight wrongly." Falon then whispers conspiratorially to Sibet. "Do... Do you think there's a chance we'll be able to escape here?"
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Post by comicsans12pt on Aug 11, 2011 19:12:24 GMT -4
"I don't know. Perhaps Brunno knows. I will say that this cannot go on long. I would rather die trying trying to leave this place than be willing participant to this. "
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Post by Veritas on Aug 14, 2011 13:36:02 GMT -4
The dwarf watches Sibet and Falon speaking quietly, and then he looks back to Brunno. "Well, I hope the food isn't too bad. I imagine there's no chance of getting a swig of ale for the victors, is there?" He knew what the answer would be.
The two women seem to have bonded in the trials, and he decided not to interrupt that. Instead, he moves to sit down in the corner, cross-legged, so he can meditate for a moment, his hands coming together over one of the holy symbols dangling from his beard, finding it unerringly despite the fact that he's closed his eyes.
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Post by comicsans12pt on Aug 17, 2011 15:28:57 GMT -4
Sibet walks over to Brunno putting on a smirky smile.
"They run a mean shop around here." She says out loud as she sits next to Brunno. "This can make a girl hungry. When's grub?"
Quietly she asks, looking forward, "How does one get out of here? I mean, short of dying? If i don't get back on the street, i'm going to lose my clientele. Got any ideas?"
Again, out loud, "Hope that grub is good. If you don't keep a girl fed, she's not going to be able to win." She gives a hearty laugh and waits for a reply.
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