To be apped to thegames.

[warrior_become]

<No, no, no!>

[She paces, tail whipping in agitation]

<I know that I said I wanted to fight. But not like this! Not innocent people! This is barbarism.>

[Pausing, the distressed andalite attempts to calm herself. She breathes deeply.]

<I will not stain my tail in the blood of innocents.>

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[gruesome]

... I don't think I understand how I am hearing you.

[warrior_become]

[A stalk eye finds Some, and then all but one of her eyes are on him. He's a creature she's never seen before.]

<You are not hearing me, I am using thought-speak. My speech is being transmitted directly into your mind.>

[gruesome]

How...

[Holding his body low, he paces around her, getting a better look.]

Can you speak aloud at all?

[warrior_become]

[She doesn't move, though her bladed tail does rise slightly in case Some should prove himself hostile. A single stalk eye swivels to look behind her, following the grue's movements.]

<I do not have mouth-parts.>

[She replies as if the answer should be obvious.]

[gruesome]

... So you don't.

[Says the creature speaking with both of his own mouths, in a weird sort of sing-song alternation.]

You are coming to Panem, then?

[warrior_become]

[One mouth was odd enough, she can't help but wonder what absurd twist of evolution would give a creature two.]

<Is this the name the Earth planet is known by within this dimension? Then yes. I will be torn from my home, my family, my planet and be forced to participate in these... games.>

[gruesome]

If it's Earth again, I haven't asked. If you can avoid it, stay away.

[warrior_become]

[The grue's claw tipped limbs and mouths filled with razor sharp teeth set Adel on edge. There's little doubt this creature is carnivorous in nature. But he at least seems as peaceful as he is sentient.]

<I'm doubtful that my... 'mun'... will grant me that luxury.>

[gruesome]

[He sits, at last, hind legs folding under himself like a cat's.]

Rotten things, muns. I'm only lucky mine's not making me go mad-

you know, yet.

[warrior_become]

<I am only just learning of their cruelty myself. I'd rather not dwell too strongly on what hardships I may have to endure on this 'Panem' thanks to my own.>

[gruesome]

If it is a help, I am in my second 'game' now and no one has made me kill anybody.

[protectivewolf]

[M-21's finally getting used to the talking animals here.

First time he's seen a blue...horse though.

He's about to keep on walking when he hears a voice in his head. Mind control. He tenses, almost calling his claws to him on instinct, but he calms himself down, trying to look like he hadn't noticed. He scans the area, trying to find the source.

But the words aren't orders, aren't telling him to do something against his will, so he listens, a frown forming on his face.

'Stain my tail'...? M-21 glances back at the blue horse. Huh. But he's not exactly sure how to approach the situation (is he supposed to be hearing them...?), so he'll be holding back for now.]

[notbloodylikely]

...yeah, that's a pretty good...

[His eyes keep following her tail.]

...Could you quit that?

[warrior_become]

<A pretty good...?>

[She stills both herself and her tail, reluctantly.]

[notbloodylikely]

Excuse me, got distracted by the death dealing whip stinger you were waving around, don't know what came over me.

[There. That's better.]

'A pretty good' philosophy, was what I was gonna say.