06-01-2015, 07:18 PM
Claire was good at running. She was fast on her own, without the use of portals and teleportation. Add into the fact that she could literally fade in and out of existence all together, zipping her body matter around faster than light, and she was by far the fastest fighter in the tournament. So when she had no weapon and no chance of survival, the best thing to do was run. Which is what she did when she ran into the big green monster and his blonde friend, followed by another duo featuring a green guy. She didn't do who she could trust and had no intention of finding out, so she just left.
It was a successful strategy. She managed to clear the fight and make it to another little hidey hole on the side of a small path. She was perched up on a hill over-looking the worn road, hiding behind the cover of some low branches. She opted to try her Stroganoff style MRE (Meals Ready to Eat, if you forgot) in order to regain some of her strength. She was having a pretty lame day and was operating off of one dinner the night prior and maybe a couple hours sleep in the last two days. She was convinced it was not going to get any better, but she was determined to push through it.
It was just as she was finishing the very light dinner that someone appeared in front of her. If she hadn't just barely caught him walking into her line of sight, she would have thought he was a teleporter too. For being big and green, he was annoyingly quiet and fast. Like her, he was featuring a wound on his shoulder, though he was much more beat up everywhere then she was. When she saw him, she reacted shot up, sliding backwards onto her haunches, in a squatting position. She had one hand already on her duffel bag. What was left of her stroganoff dinner was on the dirt. "Don't," he said. It wasn't panicked. It was calm and deliberate. He obviously was not scared, and despite his demeanor, was trying to calm her. "Your name is Blink, right?" She was impressed with his memory.
"I never got your name," she told him. She never let her guard down. Her left hand flickered with fuchsia-colored energy, showing that was ready to do what she was needed to escape. Or fight back.
"Ganondorf," he told her. That was all he said.
She nodded her head. "Are we going to have a problem...Ganondorf?" His name felt weird on her tongue. But he didn't give her a frown, so she must have said it right. She stepped back a bit again, still crouching. She had a gameplan in mind, involving a healthy jump upwards into a portal. He had seen her teleport earlier, so it was likely he knew she would do it.
"No." He said to her. He was apparently a man of few words. "My traveling companion is dead."
Her lips dropped a little bit. There was no real way to express sorrow to someone that just saw a friend (or whatever that blonde guy was to the green man) die. She didn't know the guy. She doubted he came to her looking for comfort. She knew exactly what he was coming to her for. A replacement. "Mine died too," was all she could offer him, as a way to let him know that she had her own shitty experience here in the game. She glanced at his arms. One of them was balled in a fist. He was acting very calm and relaxed, but he was obviously ready in case she wasn't on board. "I don't want to fight," she said. "You obviously don't want to either. We're both hurt."
He nodded at her. It was his plan from the get-go, she assumed, to team up with her. She couldn't tell if he liked her or if he just needed a replacement for his lost companion. It didn't matter to Blink. This guy was obviously someone that could handle himself in a fight. He was hurt, so she didn't anticipate him being a problem if she had to run away. She stood up, finally, her guard coming down as she straightened out.
"Let's go, the sun is going down," he commanded. Without waiting for her to response, he turned and began to walk. She scrunched her nose up like a brat, a little annoyed by the bossy statement. But he wasn't wrong. It was almost completely dark and it was time to move.
She looked at the big man as he walked. This was what Violet had talked about before she left the game. The game had a lot of different faces, but this was it's most transparent. Two people banding together not out of it friendship or loyalty, but a need to continue playing. There was no common ground. There was no history. Just two players that recognized the importance of numbers.
It was just survival tactics. Nothing more.
"Come on!" he hollered behind him. It was loudest she'd heard from him yet. A small part of her wanted to bark back at him for yelling at her, but instead she yelped at his commanding tone and quickly teleported closer to him. She appeared next to him, but she fell back a bit after she was confident he noticed her. She let him walk in front. Survival tactics.
It was a successful strategy. She managed to clear the fight and make it to another little hidey hole on the side of a small path. She was perched up on a hill over-looking the worn road, hiding behind the cover of some low branches. She opted to try her Stroganoff style MRE (Meals Ready to Eat, if you forgot) in order to regain some of her strength. She was having a pretty lame day and was operating off of one dinner the night prior and maybe a couple hours sleep in the last two days. She was convinced it was not going to get any better, but she was determined to push through it.
It was just as she was finishing the very light dinner that someone appeared in front of her. If she hadn't just barely caught him walking into her line of sight, she would have thought he was a teleporter too. For being big and green, he was annoyingly quiet and fast. Like her, he was featuring a wound on his shoulder, though he was much more beat up everywhere then she was. When she saw him, she reacted shot up, sliding backwards onto her haunches, in a squatting position. She had one hand already on her duffel bag. What was left of her stroganoff dinner was on the dirt. "Don't," he said. It wasn't panicked. It was calm and deliberate. He obviously was not scared, and despite his demeanor, was trying to calm her. "Your name is Blink, right?" She was impressed with his memory.
"I never got your name," she told him. She never let her guard down. Her left hand flickered with fuchsia-colored energy, showing that was ready to do what she was needed to escape. Or fight back.
"Ganondorf," he told her. That was all he said.
She nodded her head. "Are we going to have a problem...Ganondorf?" His name felt weird on her tongue. But he didn't give her a frown, so she must have said it right. She stepped back a bit again, still crouching. She had a gameplan in mind, involving a healthy jump upwards into a portal. He had seen her teleport earlier, so it was likely he knew she would do it.
"No." He said to her. He was apparently a man of few words. "My traveling companion is dead."
Her lips dropped a little bit. There was no real way to express sorrow to someone that just saw a friend (or whatever that blonde guy was to the green man) die. She didn't know the guy. She doubted he came to her looking for comfort. She knew exactly what he was coming to her for. A replacement. "Mine died too," was all she could offer him, as a way to let him know that she had her own shitty experience here in the game. She glanced at his arms. One of them was balled in a fist. He was acting very calm and relaxed, but he was obviously ready in case she wasn't on board. "I don't want to fight," she said. "You obviously don't want to either. We're both hurt."
He nodded at her. It was his plan from the get-go, she assumed, to team up with her. She couldn't tell if he liked her or if he just needed a replacement for his lost companion. It didn't matter to Blink. This guy was obviously someone that could handle himself in a fight. He was hurt, so she didn't anticipate him being a problem if she had to run away. She stood up, finally, her guard coming down as she straightened out.
"Let's go, the sun is going down," he commanded. Without waiting for her to response, he turned and began to walk. She scrunched her nose up like a brat, a little annoyed by the bossy statement. But he wasn't wrong. It was almost completely dark and it was time to move.
She looked at the big man as he walked. This was what Violet had talked about before she left the game. The game had a lot of different faces, but this was it's most transparent. Two people banding together not out of it friendship or loyalty, but a need to continue playing. There was no common ground. There was no history. Just two players that recognized the importance of numbers.
It was just survival tactics. Nothing more.
"Come on!" he hollered behind him. It was loudest she'd heard from him yet. A small part of her wanted to bark back at him for yelling at her, but instead she yelped at his commanding tone and quickly teleported closer to him. She appeared next to him, but she fell back a bit after she was confident he noticed her. She let him walk in front. Survival tactics.
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