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 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:31 pm
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Smith nodded as Amaya revealed her presence in the stands and walked off. Some people just weren't made for sparring matches, or at least not the kind that Smith fought. He flitted back to the spartan house that Avondale had modified for the various Mutates he owned and shifted out of his Mutate form before entering. He and Shiva were the only 'permanent' inhabitants, in the sense that they were the only two that had ever managed to survive Avondale's grueling battle habit (aside from Elton, but the kineticist-Mutate had been sold off to another owner a month ago and had yet to appear in the Arena since then). Most other owners only scheduled their Mutates once or twice per week. It wasn't unusual for Shiva to fight twice in one day, sometimes without a break between battles. Smith wasn't quite so overworked as that, but it was still a rare week when he got more than one break day.
He walked in and noted the new arrival, dead on his cot near Shiva's bed. He looked through the longhouse for a few minutes before finding her in the kitchen area. Avondale's assigned house had been modified, so it had fewer bedrooms and bathrooms and a much larger entryway, with some rather comfortable furniture. It looked very modern, though the actual living area was still incredibly spartan and uncomfortable. New rations once every three days and fresh meat once every other day, but cots so thin they could practically be blankets on a normal mattress. And one of those currently supported the cooling meat that had been Avondale's newest acquisition. "New boy? Corpse? Bells rung?"
Shiva had killed new arrivals before for the tiniest things, and that generally ended up with her and Smith fighting it out in the Arena over who was in the right (it always ended in a draw) or just getting in a good old-fashioned fistfight in the kitchen as they pummeled sense into each other. But occasionally Shiva took out a newbie sent in by another owner to assassinate Avondale's Mutates, or she killed one out of compassion or because of a request. Smith hoped it was one of the latter.
Shiva had decided to cook some lunch for herself while Smith was out, the new kid's body cooling in the larger of the two bedrooms. They were allowed knives and other cooking implements in the house, but Shiva's tastes ran more towards simplistic fare after years of living on the streets. She was boiling a stew at the moment she heard Smith's question, and nearly spilled hot broth on her arm when he spoke. Either he was getting quieter or she was getting more used to him, because her sense of danger - honed from years in Skalgrad's back alleys - had completely failed to notice him. "He asked a hand in escape. I provided, painlessly."
Smith nodded. A mercy-kill was nothing new. Many Mutates were simply too high-strung or naive to survive in the Arena, and the more pragmatic of the 'veterans' killed the newcomers too wet to survive their first battle. Avondale's newest acquisition wouldn't have lasted more than a few seconds. "Sad. Stew?"
Shiva nodded. "Onion, lentil, bits of beef. Enough for three. Two-weeks scheduled for half an hour ago, due back soon."
By mutual agreement they referred to others in Avondale's 'care' by the length of time since acquisition. The highest name they'd ever had to give someone was 'nine weeks,' and then only because Avondale had been laid up in bed with a fractured hip and hadn't scheduled any fights for that whole period. 'Nine weeks' had died in her first battle.
Smith recalled Two-weeks and nodded. He'd seen her corpse earlier, but Shiva could do without hearing that while cooking.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 9:53 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 10:03 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 12:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 2:36 pm
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(woops. sorry. I was busy doing something and lost track of te topic)
Kierra sat in her cage as Jabir chewed her out. He would frequently make visit during all hours of the day. Sometimes just to talk to her, others just to yell at her. A few times, he'd come and watch her train. It was all just to get sense of her and how she fights. Make her better. Yet, in any fight she had been in, she still ha to be forced to attack the oponent, but she usually lost. Jabir didn't mind though, it helped him even more. Kierra looked at him. She could tell he had something planned if she didn't fight next time, but she didn't want to. She couldn't. "I'll tell you this one last time. If you don't attack in this next fight, I'll make you attack," Jabir threatened, though he knew she wouldn't attack. Inside, he was smiling. He knew tonight was going to be fun for him, and it would also make more of a fighter out of her."Now get out there and train some more. I'll be watching you." Kierra nodded solemnly and stepped ot from the cage, shooting at her target again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 7:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:42 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 9:10 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:48 pm
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