[D9 Plot-Saskia] ~And the Blind Will See~

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Day 1

Various voices shot out from different directions, all seemingly pointed at one thing. Then the voice ran out. When it slipped into my ear my hand instantly started clawing at the side of my head to get it out. The voice went on rambling about everything yet nothing. Personally, I was still woozy. I was missing something but what exactly I wasn't sure.

Just a game of life and death. No biggie.

My breath caught in my throat and I wondered if everyone else's did the same. Life and Death. A game? This Champion of Beastmasters not the Hunger Games! I didn't sign up to be killed off! I didn't come here to to... Taking in a good deep breath I shoved those panicky thoughts aside and tried to listen to the rest of the speech.

I'm just going to throw them up on the monitor

Monitor? Oh a screen thingy. A screen with the rules on it. Once again, I became frustrated with my lack of vision, but the rules were read aloud and they seemed pretty basic. I had some concerns but pushed them side with all my fear for later. I had to be focused more than any other kid here for this.

After the rules there were more procedures that meant nothing to me. Look at the chart. Go to the door marked with your name. Come back after hunting. I don't know how to do any of these things but I attempt to keep calm. My teeth were digging into my bottom lip again, harder than before. It released us and I stood frozen. Where do I go? I could wait and listen to where everyone else is walking? Oh god, my head is loopy.

A strong grip clamped down on my upper arm and although my first instinct was to turn and bash whatever it was to a bloody pulp, I just went completely rigid instead.

"This way."

The man, at least it had a manly voice, led me away before stopping and shoving some large objects into my hands. Bow and arrows. God, bow and arrows? Despite my limitations on them I held the weapons close to my chest and let the man/it/thing shove me through what I suppose was my door.

I didn't even know there were doors in the forest.

Running my hands across my weapons I shrugged the bow and quiver on my shoulder, slipping an arrow from it and gripping it tightly in my hand. Sure I couldn't use a bow, but I could use a sharp edge. I pressed my fingertip on the point of the arrow and felt it pierce the skin. Good quality. Not a knife, but good enough.

Stepping forward I announced to the world in a hoarse unused voice.
"Alright! What do I kill?"

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OOC: So I wasn't quite sure what to do once they stepped through the door and all so I can edit it if need be.

[Prince Inigo]

Armament & Castillo, the Squirrel and Chipmunk

Armament could not remember much from the day before. She had remembered being out in the forest to salvage some nuts for the day's food, minding her own business as per usual. The fact that she was not the social squirrel made the foraging that much worse, but that did not stop the mammal from ever trying. Dang it! Squirrels like herself did need to live too, after all, despite not having offspring. Beyond that piece of information, however, there was nothing; it was like as though there was a blanket of blackness enveloping over her head, which was in a dull pain. Nothing but her survival feat yesterday was retained in her memory banks; and, at the same time, she did not care for the recollections. What mattered was that today was another day in the life of a little critter much like herself - and Armament needed to survive this day.

As soon as she had waken, Armament was walking around in a daze, bumping into unknown materials lying about. This was not her tree, not her siblings' home, and certainly not her parents' place, but that did not matter at the moment. All she knew was that she was hungry, and her stomach was law. So the squirrel had escaped from the hole and embraced the warmth that no one but the glorious sun could provide. Armament could have almost smiled, had she have been given the human capacity to do so. But no, she was a squirrel.

Something to be hunted.

Did she just hear that? A snap just now? Oh! Oh! This was not good! Not good at all! Oh me! Oh my! What a bother! Armament jumped and squeaked in utter terror. She wanted to run around in circles, not knowing who or what the noise originated from, and this was the absolute worst part: the unknown. The squirrel always heard the tales from her dear mother and father, about the 'hoo-mehns' that would roast your hide to wear as another skin, or turn you into a lovely liquid in some curved contraption.

In a desperate attempt of flight-or-flight, Armament had gotten to all fours and scurried away from the sound, crunching leaves under her paws and squealing, forgetting her ways of survival.

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If there was one thing an animal such as himself should not be was a lazy git. Well, Castillo never thought of himself as 'lazy' as his rough-and-tough father put it, but, rather, as a chipmunk that would leap off of trees above poor creatures that held a couple varieties of his food, pilfer, and run away. Not only did the hassle of finding edible materials was cut in half or more, but it was easy. Hardly many expected it. Castillo was not that social of a fool; he preferred hanging in the tree and watching the days go by. That was his style. (And if he did not have such fortune luck for theft, that was why he always picked a tree close to food sources).

Castillo was laying out in his tree, watching like the terrible hawk. At the corner of his eye, he saw a squirrel running by in a hurry; but, to his dismay, she had nothing. Huff puff. She was not worth the trouble. The chipmunk stayed in the tree, amused of the girl fleeing for no odd reason as he stared at swaying leaves with stern eyes.

[sbeeg]

Saskia Hamilton

I started a slow walk, low to the ground with footsteps that just barely bothered the crisp top layer of the forest floor. The bow on my shoulder was getting in the way and in a flustered state I threw it off my shoulder back behind me. Truthfully, I felt lost and terrified but I wouldn't let anybody know that. I would just hunt down some meat and get through this. Maybe this experience wasn't as odd as it seemed to be to me. Although that was a long shot.

I stopped walking, knees bent, and an arrow clutched in my right hand. Hearing a rustling my ears perked up and every part of my being was focused on that light rustling on the ground. Another slow step forward and the sound came again from my left. After a quick breath, I dove to the side, reaching out with my left hand, hoping for my fingertips to meet fur and my arrow to meet flesh.

[Attacks The Chipmunk, Castillo]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash on Left Calf- 8.0]

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