Flicker [Azaleah]

[kousei ♚]

It's irrational how calm I am, but that's just who I am.

This center overflows with weapons. Not unlike District One, I see flails at every corner and knives at every rack. However, unlike District One, every blade is perfectly balanced, not a single scratch ruins the steel and not a single splinter on the shafts of the spears. One moment I close my eyes, thinking I'm dreaming, and when I reopen them I'm weightless in the face of my own perfect demise. I do not shy away or flinch in the face of death; I am irrationally made after all.

I don't think twice about dragging myself to the weapons station, each weapon an individual path to power I would crave to hold but worry to drop. That's what they are, tools I dance with to give me my fix of power. I can't stop or stutter or hesitate when they face me down. Muscles twitch and turn of their own accord when I grip the blunted blade between my finger tips and rest it on the palm of my hand. I involuntarily cringe at the lack of error faced when I look down; I suppose that's what makes me irrational - perfection sickens me.

"Wish this wasn't so perfect," I mutter outloud. Because this is a representation of every challenge I could never dominate, a reminder that I will always be the broken child who is nothing. Scorning at those that play pretend for a crown of thorns, the irony is bitter when I realize I'm the biggest pretender of them all. Fuck this sword, it's a mockery and it leaves me oh-so bitter.

Lifting my gaze and spinning around, I spot a girl barely a few feet from the station. No time for a second guess or even a second thought, I call out to her. "Hey, how about we try these out eh?" It's a mad proposition; that's just what I am I suppose.

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

No mentor—nothing to learn. It's not like they are crucial to survival anyway. Experience is what people learn best from, and when you've experienced the things I have and lived the life I have, you come to a realisation that not giving a shit is great.

A mentor would waste my time and tell me useless details about how they lived through catastrophes and disasters. I don't need that, Reese doesn't need that. Our survival depends on sponsorship and impressions. 

And sponsorship depends on performance.

"How, how about we try these out eh?" The boy from One says, and I can only shrug and grab a sword from the rack. He's the pretty boy: blonde hair and bright skin. Asha Lumiere seems like a good egg, and the best thing about good eggs is that they are easy to crack.

"Sure." I give the boy a simple nod, readying my footing for a battle. Evenly spaced, shoulder-width apart; swords were not my favourite weapon of choice. I was most familiar with the axe. 

There's a class and elegance in the axe which the other weapons lack. The sword is simple enough though, and so when I feel the wight of the metal in my hand, I look One dead in the eye.

"Come on pretty boy, let's get this over with." 

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