if i only could | [the night brigade leisure]

[dars]

"Slimes and lizard people," he listed- the three of them had been casually discussing how many insane things they'd already seen in their time together. It was only their second day in the arena, really- they'd dealt with the scaled reptilian creatures who'd jumped Tune early that morning, which had left pretty much the majority of the day for them to explore at their own leisure. Their aimless walking had slowly gained a curve and now he was fairly certain they were all headed back where they came from and all this walking was just to make it feel like we had something to strive for just a while longer.

It was true that he'd learned to hate having idle hands here, that every time he was still he became convinced there must be something more important that he could be doing that would better serve him in the days to come. Luckily, a large part of his mind was pretty decently focused on trying to think of a good name for his new pet. Now that he was really looking at her, her little wings seemed impossibly small compared to her large, plump body. He had a hard time believing they'd ever catch up with enough time for the poor thing to ever fly, but the Capitol had ways of making methods for the madness of their monsters- He didn't like to think of her as a monster, though. The child of one, maybe. The remnants of one. Not a monster herself though.

Just like him.

"Suzy?" he tried, and the little dragon did not stir, "Hm, nope. Daisy?" Nothing.

He sighed, turning to Tune and Carly.

"Hey, it's starting to get late. Maybe we should start thinking about heading out?"

[Andrew searches the forest]
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[✨ zozo.]

After Tune had pulled herself up off the floor, picked up her sword and marveled at her handiwork slicing a muttation in two, she lulled herself into a stunned silence.

She'd figured that her actions had spoken louder than any apology could, unable to look Carly in the eyes and avoiding Andrew's gaze anyway. So she had, in Tune fashion, opted to scowling at her feet for the rest of the day and changing her bandages in silence. Guilt ate at her, raw and bleeding. Perhaps the others would leave her in the night, penance for her sins. Open her up, a quick death in sleep. Tune felt she'd deserve it, and knew that she did. So typical, being so reckless. Putting them all in grave danger. Only this time she actually cared that she'd hurt others in the process of self-destruction - and that was the most unnerving thought of all.

There was something rotting, awful in the air. Tune's freckled nose crinkled in disgust, catching the scent on the light breeze that whispered through the trees. "What's that smell?" she wanted to say, but stopped herself short. The silence she'd bestowed upon herself felt deserving, warranted. If she broke it, she didn't know what would happen next.

So fear kept her mouth shut, letting her actions speak for her. She nodded at Andrew, slinging her pack over her shoulders. Without her armour, nothing but shredded strips on the forest floor - she felt exposed. A shudder crept through her body, ravenous - up, down, up again - just thinking about what might have happened that morning had she not been wearing it.

What very well could happen next.

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