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Impending Pursuit

Impending Pursuit

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The one in which the most dangerous game may occur.

5,150 readers have visited Impending Pursuit since The_Queen created it.

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"What is it like to fly? I wonder."

"Why don't we ask the birds?"

"The birds don't speak."

"Not yet, but one day, they will tell us their secrets."


Mankind had always been greedy. A constant want for things that theyc ouldn't have, a constant need to conquer, to be the best and brightest in every field. Mankind wished for too much and stole even more. The pillaged lands, razed forests, leveled mountains, and when that wasn't enough they sought to conquer the sky.

Their thirst could never be quenched.

It created the First Impact, a disaster so large it effected the entirety of earth. The grassy planes became toxic waste lands and the waters polluted with death. Survival became priority, humans no longer resembled themselves. Those that cannot afford the cost of the sky ships remained on earth, those that could floated adrift in the skies above the wastelands on massive ships and slowly, the earth began to heal.

Those above remained untainted, their blood pure. They ruled over those still inhabiting the earth, but considered themselves generous. Once a year, those found elligable could be entered in the biggest competition on earth.

A dangerous showdown where only one could emerge victorious. Riches, fame, fortune, one could have it all.

A death trap, a dangerous game, a sinister story.

Only one month to win.





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Scout

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Lupine

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Lappland || Arknights



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Edward Killedge

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Ky Kiske || Guilty Gear





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Ljilja Kasun

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Slime

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Elesis || Elsword



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Leo Behrends

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Cybernetic Lizardman

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Ginko || Mushishi




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Kore Mars

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18

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Human

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There aren't many rules to apply to this game.

I merely require you to be literate to some degree and expect you to not use text talk in your replies. In OOC, it's fine to use whatever texting slang you'd like.

No Mary Sues, Gary Stues, or Godmods.

There is no order to replies and you can reply as many times as you'd like. I do request you not disappear off the face of the planet as soon as the role play begins.

As for mutants, you can pick whatever sort of species you'd like within reason. They can have cat tails or horns, they can be cyborgs, or have goat legs. There are simply no mythical creatures or super powers. You can have a weapon and it can be a gun, or some sort of made up futuristic weapon.

As for FC's, anime, manga, or video games only. I will not accept real people as FC's because it freaks me out.

As for my final rule, just be nice to each other. No need to cause drama or jump down someone's throat. I will be creating a Discord later and while it isn't a requirement, it would be nice if you could join.

If you'd like to play a human or administrator role, that does require some extra degree of plot planning and it'd be nice if you could DM me before applying.

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Father

Father by The_Queen

Not Daddy

Fort Kate

Fort Kate by The_Queen

Fort Kate, a forty fort

The Tundra

The Tundra by The_Queen

Cold, cold, very cold

Wasteland

Wasteland by The_Queen

Where the nights are hot and the days even hotter.

The Jungle

The Jungle by The_Queen

Trees, oh my

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Character Portrait: Ljilja Character Portrait: Scout Character Portrait: Jax Character Portrait: Quickshot
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Blood in the Water

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Transitioning from the commercial break with the unexpected but natural cadence of autumn leaves changing color, Zhang Wei maneuvered the capitalistic tone into one more somber and sincere. Feeding off of the Editors' cues, he stood in the center of the stage, clasping his hands together and furrowing his brows to give the impression of seriousness.

"Our next competitor comes from a remote mining colony called Fort Kate. You know her as 'Little Fish' Ljilja. This is her story," he said before stepping aside and letting the holos take over. The lights dimmed and suspenseful music began to play.



"Go now, and don't look back," a raspy voice echoed through the stadium, as an older man in uniform held Ljilja close in the rain before sending her off on a sleek white aircraft.

A flash of lightning and the crackle of a thunderclap ushered time forward. The feeds showed Ljilja beginning to panic while onboard, wrenching her seatbelt off, and then scrabbling out of her seat towards the back of the vehicle to escape an unseen threat. She reached in desperation for the bright red handle of an emergency exit. The camera exited the vehicle to show the raging seas miles below, and the dark storm above. Then, black nothingness for what seemed like eternity.

A sudden slam brought things into view once more - Jaden, her manager, pinned her to a wall to keep her from leaping from the craft. "Come on, little fish, we can't have you out of the game this early," he asserted, gazing into her eyes as she panted for air.

In a flurry of dramatic short cuts, the holoscreen showed the craft ascending to Father and the two disembarking together. After, it showed Ljilja standing alone at the opening ceremony, reaching toward the blue flowers of a tree. A voiceover of Ljilja's conversation with Jaden began to play.

"What if they don't like me?" Ljilja asked.

"Watch your back," Jaden warned.

The editors cut to a shot of Ljilja backing away in terror from a towering, cybernetic competitor clad from head to toe in midnight black metal.

"They will gut you if they get the chance."

With a bone-chilling howl as an audio cue, a stern white wolf marched towards little Ljilja, whose eyes darted to and fro for escape routes.

"Hey," Scout barked, "why is a kid here?"

As Scout approached the small blue girl, the audience's concern and anticipation grew to a fever pitch. Then, overlooking Scout's deadly and aggressive nature, Ljilja thrust out her hand as a gesture of friendship. After, it showed Scout and Ljilja sitting together on a mat in the gym.

"I want to be with my family. I’ve worked on Fort Kate as long as I can remember... I’ve never even met my mother. I want to."

"What about your dad?" Scout asked.

Suddenly, Ljilja was plunging into the aquarium, lying still and motionless as she sank deeper and deeper, bubbles of air flowing from her lips.

"He died."

Now she was bounding down the marathon track at full speed, the audience heard no sound but her heavy panting and footsteps before she began to lose her balance. She slipped and fell forward, and time slowed to a crawl. As it became clear that an impact with the floor was inevitable, the voiceover continued.

"Can we be friends?" Ljilja's voice asked as her limp body crept closer to the hard ground.

"You don't want to be friends with someone like me." Scout answered.

"I think you're a good person. I want to be your friend. But if you don't..." Ljilja continued, her voice wavering with pain and desperation.

"Allies it is," Scout declared with a tone of finality.

The feed cut out just before she hit the ground.



Ljilja sat meekly in her chair as the introductory video ended and the audience cheered and applauded on cue. She could not tell if they were moved, but she hoped that they liked what they saw.

Zhang, regaining the attention of the audience, leant forward and gazed deep into the eyes of the small mutant before him. "So, Ljilja - am I saying that right?"

She politely nodded.

"Ljilja, do you have a death wish?"

Blinking in confusion, she answered, "Huh?" So unexpected was the question that she was already on the back foot.

"Nearly jumping out of a plane, diving into an aquarium, and getting up close and personal with one of the most vicious competitors in the Games? Ring any bells?"

Ljilja stammered, her cheeks turning pale. "Scout is...I was..." she said, averting her eyes and shrinking back into her chair.

Zhang Wei chuckled warmly. "Alright, alright. Let's just say you're quite daring for such a small fish," he said, trying to draw attention away from her timidity.

"I...I have to be," she answered, peeking up at Zhang.

"You really think you can take this whole competition home to the folks back at Fort Kate?" he asked. He seemed to be sincerely asking.

Perfect. That was exactly the question she had been drilled on. Swallowing her nervousness, she put on the warmest face she could muster. Making a fist in determination, she answered, "I'll try my best!"

The crowd roared, more than happy to cheer for an underdog, if only to ensure she would remain in the Games long enough to be fodder for a stronger fighter.

"Beautiful!" Zhang replied. "We're happy to have you aboard as a competitor. What are you going to do if you win?"

"Um...I want to be...a family again."

A chorus of 'awws' signalled the crowd's affection - and with it, some loss of interest. Zhang needed to keep the show going.

"How sweet! Alright, everybody, that was Ljilja! Next up after the break: Jax the cat! Stay tuned and don't miss a thing!"



Blood Money

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"Step right up, don't miss yer chance! Takin' all bets on the little blue fish - 1 to 27, she bites it in the first round!" shouted a tubby human in striped suspenders with a grin the size of a small moon. There were few takers on such a hopeless cause, but a handful of high rollers put their money against Ljilja for the meager payout, assuming it was a safe bet she would lose quickly.

"Counter," announced Jaden, leaning forward over the bar, looking over the gambling spreads.

The man squinted from behind the bar, grabbing a scanner puck and sliding it over to Jaden. "Counter?" he inquired. Someone was betting on her? "What's your put?"

"Eight thousand," he answered before swiping his chipped wrist along the scanner. The puck chimed to indicate that the transaction had completed, paid in full. Jaden slid it back across the bar.

Scratching at his brow, the man retrieved the puck and asked, "That was you in the intro, weren't it? You know somethin' I don't know?"

"Let's just say I have some faith."

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Jax had seen the Games before, he had watched the interviews. The 100th Games was by far the most extravagant yet. The roar of applause was nearly defeaning, the audience strung along on a carefully laid out narrative. Jax was no fool, he knew that there was a puppet master behind all of this. The snow leopard could see her, sitting in a VIP box with a holo tab and a carefully placed smile.

His name was called, pulling him out of his reverie. Jax rose, fixing his suit jacket before taking to the lower stage. He had been watching the video compilations carefully so far, eyeing his competitors. He needed to know which ones he would have to watch out for on the field.

Jax's compliation began with him at the party, chatting with a certain lizard man, the one that had been on the stage before him. It focused in on Jax's bewildered expression, than a charming smile. "I think you are mistaken, I may be a doctor, but I also know a great many ways to kill a man." He leaned in towards Leo then, his voice lowering to a whisper. "You're a friendly guy so I will give you a word of advice, don't trust anyone here."

They were completely manipulating snippets of their conversation.

The rest of it was almost predictable, teaching Thorne how to use a gun, comforting Ten as she sobbed about her debt, finding friends and enemies among the competitors. At long last, the holo vid blipped off and Zhang Wei turned towards him, grinning like a cat that had just eaten a particularly fat mouse. "The Games haven't even started and you've reeled yourself in a fan club!" Zhang Wei cackled like a harpy, the crowd chuckling. "You're quite the charmer, Doctor. Is it okay if I call you that?"

"Just Jax is fine," he replied, leaning back, grinning easily. His tail swished back and forth playfully, Jax was falling into his old habits. The charmer, putting up a wall to hide behind. A chill crept up his spine, he was just another plaything for the humans to take advantage of, he needed to be careful. "So how did someone like you end up in a place like this? What's the end game for someone who probably lived a pretty cozy life on new earth?"

"Well Mr. Wei, there are things that I want to achieve, goals I could only dream of if I hadn't come here." Zhang Wei grinned, "but still, you're a doctor. A killing game isn't exactly your style, is it?"

"Not exactly, but you heard it first hand didn't you. My knowledge as a doctor will only help me. I can put a body together just as well as I can take it apart."

"Ooh, scary!" Their audience was eating this up. "What about your lady friends? You know, the winged girls?"

"Ten and Thorne? We're in an alliance, nothing more."

"Are you sure about that?" Zhang Wei's expression was crafty, but Jax did not need to think about it twice.

"I'm sure."

"Well ladies, that's good news for you! It means Jax is still on the market!" The phrasing of it was unsettling, in the back of his mind, he could hear other words.

"I paid good money to rent you for tonight."

"Anything you wanna say to your lady friends in the audience before you go?"

"I hope you're all going to watch, because I promise I won't disappoint." Jax winked. He was glad that it was over already. Zhang Wei grabbed Jax's hand and lifting it up above his head. "Jax, everyone!" Jax rose, sighing. Zhang Wei clapped him on the back, "What a show!" He grinned, it was clear that Jax had been playing right into his hand. "Cayde, my metal friend, come on down here!" He called as the staircase illuminated, allowing Jax to return to his seat.

He sat with a resounding thump! Quickly leaning over to cover his face with his hands, a slight tremble in them.

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”Let’s go over this again,” Halo sighed.

Both he and Halo had spent three hours on mock interviews before the actual event, two of which were spent deliberating how much of his personal life to reveal or rather, whether it was better to present himself as Cayde or as Quickshot.

“What’s your name?”

“Quickshot.”

“And where are you from, Quickshot?”

“The Dead Cities.”

“Could you be more specific?”

“I lived in the dead cities for thirty years, in a fallen spaceship. I had a wife and a daughter not too much older than you. Our family ran a hospital and prosthetic shop. We cared for the mutants in the city.”

“Mm no, see that sounds too stilted. Everyone is going to see right through you.”

“But it’s true.”

“Yes, it might be true, but it doesn’t sound true. Authenticity doesn’t mean anything if you can’t convey your feelings,” Halo sighed, “they want a protagonist, someone they can root for throughout the competition.”

“Are you telling me that a lone ranger-super soldier-doctor isn’t relatable?” Quickshot asked, sarcastically.

“According to polls, you are an edgy android with a two dimensional heart,” Halo replied.

“Am I supposed to cry through my mask?”

“No, you'll ruin your image,” Halo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “and you’ve already done enough damage after rejecting Catherine at the party.”

“What did you expect me to do, Halo? I’m married.”

“And I loath to touch a woman, yet I manage to fool the press,” the former model shrugged, “it’s called ‘acting.’”

“I didn’t sign up to be an actor.” Quickshot crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

“Yes, and I didn’t sign up for a blackballed contestant. Do you know how embarrassing it is to trail so hard behind the other contestants?” they hissed, “you’re lucky that I’m still on good terms with Arkane or we would be dead in the water.”

”Embarrassing for me or embarrassing for you?,” the mutant asked mockingly.

Halo turned away and closed their eyes, seeming to mutter to themself for a few moments before letting out a breath. Turning back around, his expression neutralized.

”We shouldn’t be fighting at a time like this.”

Before Cayde could reply however, three knocks on the door signaled his impending interview. Grabbing his helmet, he stood up and walked past his manager, meeting the model’s eyes. Whatever irritation the two projected simmered down to a stalemate and though the mutant could have very well apologized, he opted to let his manager take the high road.

“Good luck out there.”

”I’ll be sure to make you proud.”

Taking his seat among the contestants, he paid little attention to the other interviews, only dragging his feet to the stage once he heard his real name called.

What I wouldn’t give to throw Wei across the stadium.

The video opened with his hometown covered in fire and gunpowder; the streets were overrun with soldiers fighting valiantly against the feral rioters destroying the city. Enraged (ha!) mutants smashed windows, hurled rocks, and threw themselves at any policeman that came their way. In the background a couple could be seen dragging away wounded civilians An aerial shot followed the two into the alleyway where it was revealed that one of the two medics was none other than Cayde.

Aside from the sirens and gunfire no music accompanied the horrifying scene. Instead, it continued with images of his arrest and time in the Wastelands. Yet before the atmosphere could get too heavy, uplifting strings replaced the silence and a single ticket indicated his entrance into the Game of Pursuit. Uplifting strings replaced the silence and the video transitioned to clips of him walking, running, shooting targets, and finally, retrieving Ljilja from the aquarium.

The devil worked hard, but Halo worked harder.

”Well, well would you look at that ladies and gentlemen! I can’t say I expected that out of our resident tin man!” Zhang Wei chuckled, much to the mixed reactions of the audience.

Though many cheered after the video an equal amount (mainly older humans) of booing and hissing.

”I have to say Cayde-”

“Quickshot.”

”Cayde, you have made quite the journey. From being a humble medic to a criminal and now a contestant on the Game of Pursuit! How does it feel to be here?” Zhang asked, pointing the microphone towards the contestant.

“The tech is a bit more advanced and the food isn’t half bad. Otherwise there’s not really much else to say.” Cayde shrugged.

”But you toiled in the Wastelands for years. Don’t you resent the Capital even just a little bit?”

Ah so that was his game.

”I’d be lying if I said this was all water under the bridge, but I didn’t come here to settle a grudge“ Quickshot replied, ”I came here for everyone I couldn’t save on the front lines, everyone that didn't get chosen.”

”Good to hear. I like a man with confidence!” Zhang grinned, “so what is going to set you apart from the rest of the competition?”

”I don’t hesitate to kill.” The words came out smoothly, not so much as a brag but as a matter of fact.

”Does that include our little fish over there?”

”If she dies, she dies.”

“And there you have it folks! Our metal master, our mechanical menace. Now stay tuned because up next is Ci-ar-a, the sanguine slime seductress!”

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To touch, but to not mean. To speak many words, but for it all to tell little. Celty had mastered the woes of ungenuine conversation, word to word contact more akin to strenuously extracting with a catheter syringe than anything that approaches sincerity. They were the best for this, and nothing that had happened could say otherwise.

CLANG clang clang

As their thoughts danced, seemingly reassuring themselves, a moderate clink erupted through the processes. The sound continued to stir, a metallic dribble that persisted from source and echoed off the ivory shaded walls. A small prattle of footsteps then instead filled the empty sound space, picking up the source of the earlier disturbance before returning to her seat.

Celty sank back into their chair, waiting for the undrownable sounds to cease before continuing their mental flattery.

It didn’t matter that they only met with a quarter of the sponsors that Celty had planned or that the vexatious brat drifted off every other second and required both eye and hand to keep her in place at all times. Managerial work was a natural aptitude, and the hard, honest work of charming overseers, sponsors and saboteurs would surely be rewarded.

CLANG clang clang clang

Glaring daggers at the resound, then craning up their pointed gaze to the source, the unbidden sight was their red-headed brat stuffing her face with various concessions. A miffed grunt crawled from their throat, their unfortunately effective eye for detail revealing crumbs that clung onto her previously unblemished cheeks alongside the fallen metallic bowl that rattled to a stop.

The source of all that is unholy, the sole reason as to why they could not have nice things. To them, it was a hell that had them begrudgingly fit the hat of babysitter instead of manager. An eternal migraine that caused such nuanced annoyance that they swore it was purposeful. A handful pleasantly named Ciara.

“How is it physically possible for you to drop that same bowl twice in a row?” Their eyes narrowed at the pyramid of steamed grain that procured from the earliest blunder. It was obvious that she had initially picked up the container, dropped and spilled it due to the temperature and attempted it once more only to re-drop it.

The swamp woman pardoned herself for thought, sight ceiling-bound as she racked her simplistic brain for an answer. Eyes glimmering as she looked back at them with her dreary expression, she opened her morsel laden mouth to speak only to be stopped short with a sharp verbal interference.

“And ‘the wind’ is not a probable excuse.” With that, Ciara closed her mouth, stared at Celty for a few drifting moments before focusing back at the soon to be deceased meal in front of her.

It took every urge in their form to not grow physical with the frustrating woman. They only restricted themselves from the sole fact that the slime woman was well-worth it. Making certain to maintain secrecy, Celty examined Ciara’s abilities through a small demonstration and she was close to making up for the trouble. Impressive physical prowess, a lack of reliance on equipment and extraordinarily hard to kill without a steady hand and a sharp eye, she was an ideal competitor save for her key mental and bodily weaknesses.

Ciara had referenced herself as a ‘slime’, and Celty was keen on keeping such a secret. Steering interviews off the topic entirely, locking Ciara away so she couldn’t gossip and turning away pesky cameras when it was the woman’s turn to train. To anyone, she was an unknown mutant, not possessing outward animalistic traits.

A knock and call from the door signaled down that it was Ciara’s turn next. Rising from their seat, Celty looked the woman over and wiped her face clean. It was a godsend that the mutant didn’t need makeup or anything aside from something to wear to look good enough.

“Remember, don’t overshare or I’m going to rip your fucking head off.” Celty had the mind to prioritize the coming interview in their schedule, the scarce moments that Ciara chose to cooperate focused on that. Ciara met their attempt at a pep talk with a simple nod before sauntering her way to the stage.

"Now stay tuned because up next is Ci-ar-a, the sanguine slime seductress!”

Being led through the hall by hand, she was finally deposited on the sidelines as the host for the night read off her name. While the nice round of alliteration was charming to the swamp woman, she couldn’t help but manifest a slight smile. While she was not always the most perceptive, she knew that Celty was trying to keep the type of mutant she was a guarded secret. Most likely such was going to be the main subject for the ongoing interview. She’d have to keep herself in check or Celty will restrict her meals again.

The base wallpaper of the screen shifted, a lower resolution that contrasted the higher quality imaging. As if the footage was taken directly from a handheld camera, the display revealed the point of view of a huffing soldier. Scurrying through a dark dilapidated forest, the roars of monstrous beasts soared overhead and caused a mad scurry as the point of view shifted from jittery bouts of careful examination. A gasped descry drifted from his weary form as he caught sight of a bubbling black sludge puddle. Rising from the contents would be a familiar red-headed woman, covering in nothing but the liquid darkness. Her gaze slowly turned towards the camera, puddle moving alongside as she ambled her way closer. The woman’s unblemished face would come in full view as she brought her eye to examine the camera. After a few moments, she unhinged off and patted the camera donning soldier before strolling off.

A cut into another few shots of spliced surveillance footage, showcasing the areas most laden with corruption with a single zoom in revealing a crimson haired woman marching about unaffected by the environment around her.

The footage changed to one of higher quality, shots more recent that were taken from the sparse moments that Celty was not stowing her away. The screen switched between Ciara dressed pleasantly and dancing at the party, eating platefuls at the cafeteria and finally ending with her embracing a popular fish mutant by the fountain before finally switching off.

Now seated across from him, her dreary gaze met his cunning eyes as he began to speak to the crowd. “Quite the enigma, isn’t she, everyone?" He raised his hands to ham up the crowd before turning his body to face her.

“So so, your manager and you are quite the secretive types. Tell us about them. Y’all getting along some?” Wei leaned forward into his seat.

Ciara, pleasantly confused by Wei’s facial expressions, scooted her seat towards him ever so slightly.

“Hmb. Their style is very vocal and hands-on, but they are adequate.”

Retracting back, Wei seemed dissatisfied with the answer hoping that filterless Ciara could be tricked into spilling any gossip.

“Speaking of hands-on, you don’t seem to exercise personal space very effectively. A romantic, perhaps? A killing game hardly seems like the place.”

Ciara leveled her gaze with the ceiling before an answer drifted from her lips. “I wish everyone was more transparent. There are so many liars here that sometimes I must touch them to see if they are real.”

“Frankly, a fair lady like yourself doesn’t look the part of a mutant. What does being a ‘slime’ entail?” Wei glanced sharply at a technician to silently bark at him to turn up the volume in Ciara’s mic.

Ciara’s usual moment to pause dragged out for a few moments longer. She would be as..eloquent as she always is but words from a certain bubble wrap clad manager stopped her from completely spilling.

“I feel stronger, more durable and..I don’t feel tired often.” Ciara brought a finger to her cheek as she continued speaking. “I don’t like being cold, or hot however..and shocks hurt me alot. Regardless, I do not think anyone here will be able to stop me.”

“Ooh, pretty, strong and confident, quite the catch.."

While Wei donned his usual grin, the man was seemingly unimpressed at his attempt at getting her to list deeper weaknesses, he conceded and ended off the interview with a final question.

“Alrighty, any words to the audience before we wrap up here?”

Ciara turned to face the crowd, inhaling a measured breath and bowing her head before she began to speak.

“I’m grateful to be here. Everyone, please cheer me on.” The line delivery were robotic, similarly written just as stiffly but the genuine nature seemed to elicit a decent amount of applause.

“There we have it, the enigmatic Ciara, everyone!” Wei spoke after the claps, introducing the next competitor in line as Ciara rose and walked off stage to her seat.

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Scout stood in front of the dresser, the second to last pill in her open palm, water in her other hand. It was the same charcoal black, the only difference was that this one had a different number carved into it. The wolf tilted her head upwards, tossing the pill into the back of her throat and washing it down quickly with water, the acrid taste left in her throat. It was fine, she would chew a few mint tabs to get the flavor out.

"I can't believe you fell asleep on live holo vision!" Aries had chewed her out afterwards.

"I was tired, I haven't been sleeping well."


Scout shuffled into the bathroom, peering into the mirror. There were bags beneath her eyes, her existence these last few days being one of a perpetual state of fatigue. She picked up the hairbrush, recalling Selena's words of advice, that it would hurt less during styling if she brushed it everyday. Scout turned on the shower, figuring she could kill two birds with one stone. Under the hot water, she pulled through her messy gray hair, clumps of it clinging to the brush. Even underneath the effervescent hot water, Scout felt an odd chill on her spine. The ori had not shrunk, but her sponsor had said that it was normal, that it would start to shrink soon.

Breakfast was unappealing this morning, but Scout still forced herself to choke down a stack of fluffy pancakes, doused in sticky, sweet syrup. She knew she would need the energy and it might just be her last morning getting to eat such glorious food. So Scout ate, forcing every last bite down her throat and polishing it off with a cup of apple juice, whatever that was.

The wolf didn't know what an apple was or what it looked like, but it made good juice.

"Scout!" She turned, swallowing hard. "Hey, did you not hear me? I've been calling your name for like, a solid ten minutes." Boqin frowned, Scout shaking her head, her ears pulling back. "What do you want?" She asked, rising from her seat. Even after this entire week, Scout was not much of a people-person. "A challenge," Boqin proposed, stepping close.

"Why?" Scout looked down at him, he was a few inches shorter. "If I win, you have to form an alliance with me. If you win-"

"If I win, you leave me the f*ck alone." All she had to do was beat the sh*t out of some loser and get him off her back? Scout was all in. "Deal," Boqin agreed, holding a hand out. Theys hook on it, heading towards the gym. "Hand to hand, or with weapons?" Scout asked, eyeing a wooden sword. "Hand to hand," Boqin proposed, stepping into the circle.

Scout chalked her hands, she didn't know what the point was, but she thought it looked cool and she saw some of the other, older mutants doing it. "Alright, your loss." She grinned a wolfish grin, in her element. A mutant Scout didn't recognize stepped over, "Want me to ref?" He asked, a coniving smile on his lips. "Sure," Boqin agreed, since they needed someone to make sure it was a fair fight. There was a lot on the line, for both of them.

"Three.... two... one... fight!" He stepped back, allowing them to go at it. Boqin jumped forward first, surprisingly fast. He swung for her stomach, but Scout grabbed his fist, twisting it around his back. Using his speed to his advantage, he twisted his entire body back around, kicking Scout beneath the chin. She stumbled back, releasing him. Boqin jumped forward again, punching her in the stomach.

Scout coughed, getting struck by a barrage of fists. The wolf was on her knees and for a hot minute, it looked like Boqin might win. Her pride wouldn't allow her to end it there; Scout rose quickly, using her head to butt him in the face. Using her hands, she grabbed him on either side of the head, using her forehead to bash him in the skull. Boqin dropped like a rock, rolling to dodge an elbow to the groin. With both of them on the ground, Boqin wrapped his arms around Scout's throat, choking the air out of her.

She bit him, their supposed ref clapping his hands together. "Oi, you can't bite!"

Boqin had released her in his surprise, Scout rising angrily, recovering quickly. "Says who? We never established no biting!" She protested, refusing to accept this as Boqin's win. "It's in the basics of wrestling!"

"What the f*ck is wrestling!"

"It's fine, we can just keep going." Boqin intervened before Scout could turn the argument into a physical altercation.

By now, Aries had found his competitor, looking upset. "What are you doing?" He asked, Scout frowning at the question. "We're fighting," she replied, rolling up her sleeves. Aries ground his teeth, looking as though he wanted to say something. "Alright," he spoke at last, attempting to calm himself. "But it's the last day before the first Game starts. Try not to get too beat up."

With Aries's blessing, Scout turned back to Boqin, who raised his arms, not expecting her to slug him in the stomach.

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Scout's arms were crossed over her face, blocking a hit. She redirected the force of the punch up, but did not see a kick coming, knocking her in the side of the head. Scout stumbled, she was breathing hard, seeing double. Blood dripped from her nose, staining her nice new shirt. What was wrong with her eyes? Scout blinked hard, trying to fix her vision and in that short time, was kicked in the back. The wolf was sent sprawling to the ground, her head spinning, ears ringing.

Scout grabbed the next kick Boqin directed at her, pulling him on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his throat and legs around his, arching her back, attempting to choke him. Boqin scratched at her arms, his nails tearing straight through her shirt.

Boqin's arms flailed, he grabbed her tail, yanking it hard. With a yelp, Scout released him, Boqin flipping quickly, straddling her. He pinned Scout's arms against the ground, leaning back and headbutting her, hard.

If Scout had been seeing double before, she was seeing triple now. The wolf flailed her legs out, attempting to knock him off of her. Boqin reeled back, headbutting Scout again and again until her body went limp. Fueled by adrenaline, he had hardly noticed that her ears had flopped over, her eyes rolled up.

"Stop!" Aries ran forward, pulling Boqin off of his competitor. Boqin was breathing hard, his head too, bleeding.

Aries gestured to a mutant by the door, frantic. "Get a medic, now."




It was the fluorescent lights that Scout noticed first, luminous and blinding. The smell of antiseptic assaulted her nose, having become all too familiar in the past week. Scout squinted, attempting to make heads or tails of where she was, but the world was spinning far too much. "Are you awake?" A familiar voice spoke from somewhere beside her. Aries was sitting near the stretcher she was sprawled on, a blanket having been haphazardly laid across her body, as though someone had thrown it on top of her from the other side of the room. "No," Scout mumbled, scrubbing a hand over her face. "Try not to move too much, they gave you enough anesthesia to knock out a horse."

"What's a horse?"

"It's a big, four legged animal. They don't exist anymore- never mind, they just gave you a lot okay? You woke up in the middle of getting stitches and tried to strangle a nurse." Scout draped an arm across her face, giving up on sight for the time being. "Where is that bastard, Boqin? I'm gonna-"

"You're not gonna do anything! I told you not to get hurt Scout! Tomorrow is the first Game and you're in sh*t shape!" Scout grit her jaw, recoiling. Her tail was stiff, "It's not my fault," Scout mumbled. Yelling was something Scout was accustomed to, scolding however, was another story. Her ears drooped downwards ever so slightly.

"Not your fault? Not your fault?" Aries was seething.

"Things would have been better if had never been born! You dam* mute!"

Aries tried to recall Jaden's words and took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. This was a kid he was working with, Aries reminded himself. No matter how mature she looked, Scout was just a child.

Slowly, Scout sat upright, staring numbly at her lap. It was clear that she was still out of it from the medication. "Do you want some juice?" Aries asked at last, "Yes," Scout mumbled.

"I'll go get some." Aries rose, leaving her. Scout leaned forward, taking in a deep breath now that he was gone, her hands trembling slightly.

"You were a mistake and mistakes don't deserve mercy."

Scout flinched, leaning forward, covering her ears with her hands. It wasn't real, she wasn't there. This ship was opening up too many old wounds, ones that Scout had thought were finally closed.

The curtain rustled as it parted, someone stepping into the space. "Are you alright?" Boqin asked, frowning.

Scout released her ears, sitting up again. "Fine, just too loud." She mumbled, staring at him.

Boqin stepped forward, a piece of gauze taped to his forehead where he had slammed his head into her's. "Is now a good time?" He asked, taking a seat in the unoccupied chair. "What do you want?"

"Our deal, remember? I won, although, not exactly the way I wanted to-" Scout shook her head. "What was it you wanted again?" She asked, scratching one ear, as though she couldn't be bothered to remember his request. In truth, the medication was making her head foggy. "To be your ally, remember?"

Scout sighed, "Right... I have to ask Ljilja." After all, Scout was part of a two-man-unit. She couldn't make the decision on her own. Boqin nodded, grinning as though he knew something she didn't. "Well then, I will eagerly await to hear the result." He rose, doing a strange half-bow before leaving.

Aries returned a moment later, juice and crackers in hand. "I have to find Ljilja-" Scout swung one leg over the side of the bed.

"No, sit your a** down, you're not going anywhere until the doctor says you can."

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Tap-ta-ta-tap-tap, tap-tap. The sound of Jaden rapping upon the door to Yeqon's office disturbed the eerie silence between Ljilja and Zorana, whose hands stood nervously at their sides as they waited for a response from those on the other side. Ljilja brushed down her two-layered blue dress, which she had last worn at the interviews and had chosen again to wear for this occasion. A little shiver ran through her. This was going to be the first time she had spoken with anyone from Fort Kate since she arrived on Father two weeks ago, and she knew exactly who she was going to call.

The door slid open, fitting so flush with the doorframe that one could be forgiven for assuming it was never there. They were greeted by Eon, Yeqon's slave, who stepped to the side, gesturing openly to invite them in. "Welcome," he said. "Please head over to the chairs."

Within the well-decorated office, decked with pristine antiques and relics from bygone ages, were three leather chairs placed before a hand-carved wooden desk. Behind the desk was the stoic Yeqon, ready for their arrival, sitting before a massive holoscreen on which the call would be conducted.

Ljilja's eyes flitted from object to object as she and Zorana followed Jaden inside. She had seen old items before, but never in such fine condition. Jaden, meanwhile, remained focused as he proceeded to take a seat. After all, he had been here before. Zorana joined him, scooting her chair over to sit nearer by his side.

Finally, Ljilja stepped up to the desk. She clutched her hand closed for strength and addressed Yeqon directly. "Thank you for saving me," she said with the meekness of a mouse. "I-I wanted to say thanks in person. I am glad to be able to."

Yeqon, wearing his signature frown, answered, "Don't let it happen again."

Eon sighed wearily at his master's response, but otherwise remained silent. Though at first it seemed his dissatisfaction fell on deaf ears, Yeqon soon changed his tone. Rising from his seat, he said, "This moment is a reward...for your diligence. An excellent performance...thus far, Ljilja."

"Thank you very much," she bashfully replied.

"You are welcome," Yeqon said. Uncharacteristically, he then asked for permission from the little blue mutant. "May my servant stay...during your call?"

"Yes," Ljilja immediately replied, "of course. We are friends."

Eon's ears twitched in delight. Yeqon's did not, though to say he was displeased would be a lie.

At the touch of a button, Yeqon brought the holoscreen to life. Eon moved Yeqon's chair beside Jaden's, replacing it with one intended for Ljilja, that she might have a better view of the holoscreen. With Yeqon's approval, Ljilja sat down behind his desk and faced the display.

"It's voice-controlled. Say the destination...and the call will automatically be connected," Yeqon explained.

Ljilja nodded in acknowledgement. She shifted to get comfortable the chair she had been given, then took a deep breath. Inhale...exhale. With her hands in her lap, she called out her destination.

"Monarch Security, Mining Claim 4K-8."



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Rising and falling like a majestic bird, a hand with its thumb and pinky performed swooping aerial swirls, dives, and climbs. Its owner, a scraggly-bearded young mutant, was leaning back in his chair, watching his hand soar through the air as his belt-mounted communicator buzzed with security chatter.

A chime from his desk forced him upright, and he cleared his throat to recompose himself. He checked his holoscreen, noting the caller: Yeqon Cryo, Overseer, Father.

He blinked a few times in confusion. What on earth did a Topside human want with a mining outpost in the middle of nowhere? But he didn't have time to ask questions; if he delayed too long, he might lose his job. So he tucked his shirt in and answered the call.

"Overseer! It is good to see you. How can I he—nemoj me jebat!" he cursed. He rubbed his eyes, then took a second look to confirm what he saw: on his display, instead of an Overseer, was a small blue mutant he knew well. He proclaimed, "It is Ljilja!" before leaping from his chair to call someone from offscreen.
"Valentin!"

Ljilja giggled on her side of the call, the levity helping to ease her nerves.

Bootsteps hailed the approach of a heavy-set man, who hauled himself into the seat and dropped with a thunk, a gesture that reminded her of her father. His vision failing, he dragged his chair closer to the screen and squinted to see more clearly. His graying hair and scarred face briefly filled the screen until he was able to confirm who he was speaking to. With a low growl, he fell back into the chair and smiled in satisfaction. "Ljiljica... you are okay. We are all so very proud of you."

At this, Ljilja grinned from ear to ear, but tears were welling up in her eyes. She did not know how to respond to his praise but with a shaky nod and a soft grunt. "Is...Sonja okay...?" she asked.

"Da," he answered, "she is okay. Worried, but okay. She hopes you are happy. And forgives you."

Nodding again, Ljilja clenched her shaking hands in her lap. On the verge of crying, she continued, saying, "U-um...the first Round is tomorrow...I might not...make it back."

Valentin rubbed at the lines of his forehead, gazing into Ljilja's eyes. He saw a desperate mutant facing certain death. It was a look he had seen before. "Then there is something you must know," he replied.

As if he had just noticed the others in the background of the call, his focus shifted to the lot of them—Jaden, Zorana, Yeqon, Eon—and his gaze narrowed. "What I say here, you will tell no one. Yes?"

His age and the graveness of his tone made a compelling argument. Much as Yeqon despised ultimatums, he sensed the importance of this one. "So long as silence...brings no adverse consequences to my servant and I...yes."

Jaden and Zorana both waved their assent in Finfolk sign.

Raising his chin, Valentin seemed to accept these responses. He held his fist up and roared to all in earshot: "Samoća!" After a few moments, when it was clear that no one in the security office remained to hear him, he said, "Aleksander was a great man. The sea took him."

Ljilja's curiosity stayed her tears. She sniffled, but acknowledged his words. "I-in the demolition, yes."

"Da," Valentin confirmed. "But this is not whole story. He had the ori."

She cocked her head to the side. "No...? He...I would have seen the marks," she answered, her brows furrowing.

"He painted them over. Hid his tiredness. Drank much."

Ljilja searched her memories of her father. Was anything off about him in his last moments? She could not say. Instead she asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Valentin closed his eyes and swallowed. "Because you deserve to know: Demolition was not accident. He chose to die there."

"What?!" she exclaimed, narrowing her gaze. "How can you know this?"

"Because, he came to me the night before. Ask me to take care of you when he is gone. I said yes."

Her spine turned to ice. She sputtered for words, her breath staggering. "B-bu-but...why?" she wondered helplessly.

Growling under his breath, Valentin stated, "I can not explain a man's pride to you, Ljiljica. Aleks did not want you to see him turn slowly to sand. Ne. Better to keep his dignity; go on his terms."

Ljilja collapsed back into her seat, bringing her hands to her head. She tugged at her hair, struggling to make sense of things.

Finally, she asked, "W-what do I do...knowing this?"

"That is for you; I cannot say. I am sorry, Ljiljica. It was better for you to know."

For a few moments, all that could be heard was Ljilja's sniffling. Valentin, too, aged and weathered, felt his own eyes watering at the sight. She was not his daughter, but for the last year, she had been treated that way. He had no desire to see her suffer, but to keep a matter like this secret on the eve before a competition in which she might die was unthinkable. Neither of them could muster words. It was the computer which spoke first.

"Tunnel collapse detected, Sector Će. Personnel affected."

"Jebote!" he swore. "I must go now, Ljiljica." Security officers began to fill the screen, suiting and gearing up for a rescue effort. With only moments before he, too, would have to respond, Valentin gave the parting words, "Jako te volim. Come back safe."



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Trembling and hugging her knees to herself, Ljilja broke down into soft sobs.

Yeqon frowned deeply. He knew, ultimately, that she did not belong in a competition like this, and instances like this of what he would term weakness only bolstered his position. To him she seemed a mere weeping child, unprepared for the realities of bloodsports, and she could not disprove him in this state.

But neither could he tell her to give up.

Yeqon fetched a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it out for Eon to snatch. He delivered it to her posthaste, and she took it in gratitude, blowing her nose into it.

Ljilja lowered her legs, sitting properly once more to say a congested "Thank you" to Eon and Yeqon. She coughed into the cloth, trying to recompose herself. She needed strength. With Valentin and Sonja taken care of, there was one last person she needed to call before she could accept the possibility of death. Swallowing mucus, she asked, "C-can I...make one more call?"

Eon turned to Yeqon. Yeqon shut his eyes and sighed, then looked away.

With a smile, Eon said, "My master will allow you to make another call."

Once again Ljilja thanked them. Then she shut her eyes, taking deep breaths in an attempt to to still her heart and stop her sobs. When she had calmed herself down enough to hold a conversation, she spoke the destination for her final call.

"Staša. The Dancing Onion."



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The call was automatically connected, evidently configured to do so as a matter of convenience. Multitasking appeared to be the order of the day for the white-haired woman on-screen, who, with the help of her many tentacles, chopped and diced, sauced and spiced, salted and dipped, stirred and sipped. She was turned away from the screen to tend to her line, and as she toiled she hummed a sailor's serenade.

Ljilja's heart melted. "Mati," she murmured wistfully, at once recognizing her from the stories her father used to tell.

The tentacles ceased immediately. They began disengaging from their tasks, setting down cutlery and ladles, allowing the woman to turn around without making a mess of things. Placing her hands on her hips, the cook swiveled round and bent forward to take a closer look. Her glimmering sapphire eyes were the clear origin of Ljilja's own, and she locked eyes with Ljilja on the other side, sizing her up and comparing her to her memories.

Once assured of her identity, the woman's tentacles relaxed, and her lips curled into a smile that could warm the coldest of hearts. "So it is you! I saw you on the screens, but I had no way to reach...ah, lijepa moja đevojko...how pretty you are. Thank you, Overseer. Send for it, I will give you the best. Crni rižot, fritule, rakija, whatever you like."

Tearfully giggling, Ljilja spoke up. "Mama! The first we meet in however-many-years, and all you can think about is cooking food!"

Her mother softly tutted. "Ne, Ljiljica, it is more than food! It is...hospitality! Kasuns show their thanks. You know this from Aleks, yes? Now who are all these friends? Hello! Say hello!"

Jaden and Zorana greeted her in Finfolk sign, to which she cheerfully applauded, returning their introduction in kind.

Yeqon and Eon took a more human approach. "Hello, ma'am," Yeqon said, his words coated with warmth and respect despite his unchanging tone, "Thank you for your time... My name is Yeqon Cryo, and this is Eon. We are associates of Ms. Ljilja."

Touching her hand to her heart, her face softened with delight, won over in spades. "So very polite! You are not all human, are you?" she remarked of Yeqon. She could not have known how accurate her statement was. "I am Anamarija," she said with a curtsy, "Ljilja's mother. I see she is in good hands!"

Gesturing to Jaden, Yeqon was quick to correct her. "This is Jaden Kumar... Caring for Ms. Ljilja is his responsibility. My duty is to oversee this competition..."

Jaden gave a pleasant wave as he was introduced.

"Of course, Eon here is her friend...so his position is vastly different from mine." Yeqon concluded in consolation, gesturing to Eon, who grinned with exceptional warmth knowing that he had his master's approval.

"I'll watch out for her whenever possible," Eon assured her.

Anamarija lightly covered her lips with her fingertips, raising her brows and grinning. "Eon! So tall and handsome! You are courting moja Ljiljica? I approve."

"Ma!" Ljilja protested, "He is a friend! You are embarrassing me!"

Holding her hands behind her back and swaying playfully, Anamarija replied, "I know, I know. But when otherwise do I get to tease you? This is only chance to try!"

"If I win this round, I will be able to move in with you," Ljilja answered.

Anamarija's wide smile disappeared in a flash, replaced with a flat, serious expression. She had gone from bubbly to motherly in an instant. "Mm. You are like Aleks in this way."

"Is that a bad thing?" Ljilja asked. "Don't you want me with you there in Staša?

Her mother sighed. "Da, I want you here. But if I choose between maybe-dead Ljiljica and sure-to-live Ljiljica..." She tilted her head to one side, resting it against her palm, gazing longingly at her daughter's visage on the holoscreen. "I am your mother. I only want you to alive and to happy. But it is your choice. Aleks would say, 'Without choice, you are not really alive.' But you know this already, I am sure."

"But, Ma...Aleksander is..."

"I know," she said, cutting Ljilja off, "I know. It is okay. He was a sailor. He always knew the sea would take him."

Ljilja clutched the handkerchief in her hands. She was not yet ready to admit to herself how much she missed her father, and in the face of such strength, she was even more reluctant. Instead, she asked, "Aren't you sad...?"

Seeing right through her, Anamarija reached forth in a motion to pat the holocam before her. "Of course I am sad, Ljiljica... But we must to treasure what we have, not to focus on what is lost."

A little chime from Jaden's commlink indicated important news. As Jaden pulled up the message, he groaned. "Scout's in the medbay again. Aries says it's serious."

Ljilja glanced back at Jaden, then at her mother.

Anamarija smiled fondly. "Just like Aleks...you wish to help. Such a good girl. Help your wolf friend and prepare. I will watch you on the feeds tomorrow, if you choose to play the Games."

"Jako te volim, Mati... I hope to see you soon."

"Fališ mi - jako te volim. I love you with all of my heart."

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Visitation was restricted to authorized persons only, a list maintained by the manager of each competitor. Typically, this would include friends, allies, one's manager, and high-ranking staff like Overseers. But Scout was...less than popular. So, with Aries gone to tend to other business, it must have come as a surprise when a nurse informed Scout, "You have a visitor."

Scout could smell her before she saw her. The aroma of hot chocolate and cookies wafted into the room, growing stronger as the little mutant carrying them was let inside. She set two piping hot mugs down along with a parcel of cookies wrapped in napkins on the nightstand, then sat upon a chair and scooted closer to Scout, whose bedridden form looked like she had been hit by a bus.

Ljilja smiled a weary smile, one of pained concern. It was not an expression that Scout often saw directed at her. "Hey," she spoke softly, knowing Scout's ears were sensitive and surmising from the bandages that she must have had a headache. "I brought you some treats to help you feel better."

The Med Bay was supposed to be a place of rest and recovery. Scout found the stillness unbearable. The Nurses wouldn't let Scout leave for lunch, she had already tried. So instead she lay on the cot with a blanket half draped over her, having changed out of her bloody training uniform in exchange for shorts and a tank top. There was an arm draped across her eyes and one leg dangling over the side of the cot that was just a bit too small for her lanky form.

Her nose sniffed, picking up a whiff of something that stood out among the smell of antiseptic spray and tangy floor cleaner. Slowly, Scout removed the hand from over her eyes, surprised to see someone small standing over her.

"Oh, it's you." Scout rose, wincing. Ljilja's smile looked weary, her eyes slightly red, as though she had just been crying. Scout looked down at the tray Ljilja had brought, her tail perking up immediately. There were two ways to Scout's heart and the first one was food. "Thanks," she eagerly took a cup of the hot brown liquid, blowing on the top so that she didn't burn herself.

"What is this called again?" Scout had tasted bitter coffee and watered down tea before, but this sweet nectar was perhaps one of the few hot drinks that Scout actually enjoyed. She took a slow sip, the warm liquid snaking down her stomach. The wolf’s tail wagged, giving away her thoughts. "It's good."

Ljilja's smile grew warmer as she saw Scout moving about, albeit slowly, and she took her own mug from the nightstand and sipped at it.

"It's called hot chocolate," Ljilja said. "We had it together once; last week." As she looked over Scout's extensive injuries, she wondered if perhaps her memory had been affected. But such concerns would not serve Scout well if voiced during her recovery. So instead she asked, "What...happened?"

Scout drank slowly, she did not have a great memory for names but hot chocolate was something that she wanted to remember. “Oh… right,” she took another sip, the wolf seeming oddly innocent. Did Ljilja know that they were close in age?

At the next question, Scout shook her head, setting her cup down. “Some guy proposed a fight, he said if he wins, I have to become his ally.” Scout glowered, “his head was like a f*cking rock, I was this close to winning.” Scout held up two fingers a centimeter apart.

She grinned, recalling having taken a sizable chunk out of his arm with a bite. Good, Scout thought; it would be a memory. “Oh, I was gonna talk it over with you, but these a**hole nurses won’t let me leave.”

Ljilja’s face scrunched up as she scoured her own memories. She blinked in confusion, then slowly came to a realization. The only person Ljilja knew that wanted to ally with Scout was “Boqin? But he likes you… why would he beat you up?”

“That’s the b*tch,” Scout snapped her fingers. She really did not have a memory for names. Scout scowled, “like me? Why would anyone like me?” She scoffed, snatching up a cookie. Her head was suddenly throbbing from moving too quickly.

“Anyway, he challenged me and won, but if you don’t want him to join our team, I’ll respect your decision.” Even if Scout now had a grudging respect for Boqin, she still didn’t want to become his ally.

Now Ljilja frowned with concern, worrying about Scout’s memory. “Yeah, he confessed… during the interviews. You don’t remember?” Ljilja leaned forward, expression pinched with concern.

Scout only shook her head, shrugging. “I fell asleep during the interviews,” she admitted, reaching for another cookie, slower this time.

“He seemed nice… I like him,” Ljilja suddenly waved her hands in front of her. “Not like that! I-I mean as an ally! He-he seems interested in you anyway…” she trailed off, her cheeks a blushy purple.

“Well, I’m not interested in that sort of thing,” Scout’s ears twitched in annoyance. Did this mean Ljilja was going to let Boqin join them?

Ljilja frowned, leaning back in her seat. “He looks smart… and caring… and nice.” If Scout knew anything about romance, she would have thought that Ljilja was the one to have fallen for him. “I think you should give him a chance,” Ljilja reached for a cookie, slowly waving it through the hot chocolate until it grew soggy. “He literally fought for it.”

Scout followed Ljilja’s lead, dunking the cookie into the remains of her hot chocolate until it was soggy. “Yeah, yeah,” she sighed, licking the remaining hot chocolate off of her fingers.

“Oh! I have to tell you something!” She wiped the crumbs off of her face with an arm, getting them on the bandages.

Ljilja perked up curiously, wondering what her wolf friend might have to say.

“I got a sponsorship,” Scout was eager to tell her. Maybe it was the anesthesia but Scout seemed different today, more personable. “It’s a company making an experimental treatment for ori. They’re giving me a starter pack to try.”

They were using Scout as a lab rat and possibly benefiting from it, but Scout didn’t mind, especially if it worked.

Ljilja’s eyes searched Scout’s face, trying to make sense of what she had just said. The realization dawned on her and Ljilja gasped, placing her mug down in one motion and leaping forward in the next. Without thinking, she threw her arms around the wolf, hugging her tightly. Ljilja trilled in excitement and with a wide smile on her lips and eyes brimming with tears, she said “I’m so glad…” Her voice was muffled, her face burying into Scout’s side.

Scout winced, immediately stiffening at the touch, the cot beneath them squealing at the sudden shift in weight. Why was Ljilja squeezing her? It was an unfamiliar gesture, something Scout didn’t understand. This wasn’t an attack, was it? No, Ljilja couldn’t hurt Scout anyway.

The wolf remained there in silence, eventually letting out an awkward “Yeah…”

Ljilja nuzzled her face into Scout’s stomach. For weeks now, she had been deprived of the physical affection she was so accustomed to and it showed. “I-I had lost someone…” Ljilja admitted, “because of ori. I don’t want you to go too.”

“I-” Scout stopped, death was a natural part of life to her, just like Ljilja was used to physical affection, Scout was used to losing people.

“I don’t want to go either,” she admitted quietly. It was the first time Scout had spoken those words aloud. “For a long time, I thought the ori was my punishment.” It was cosmic karma coming to collect on its debt.

Ljilja shook her head, squeezing Scout tighter. “I think you are someone who has been punished far too much already,” she murmured. “I hope… I hope you will get better… and not get hurt like this anymore.”

Scout was frozen in place, a strange sensation welling up in her throat. It was foreign to her, the wolf having believed that her tears had dried up long ago. It was a suffocating feeling and Scout wanted it to stop.

Slowly, Scout wrapped her arms around Ljilja. Not threateningly, but to return the strange, comforting gesture. “No one has ever-” she stopped, tears suddenly stinging her eyes. “No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”

Scout had been cursed, she had had her name dragged through the dirt. Most people that met her wished death upon her.

“You are my friend,” Ljilja rubbed her head against Scout more, trying to punctuate the truth of her words and perhaps using Scout as a vessel to dry the tears that continued to stem from her eyes. “Even if you don’t want me to say it-” Ljilja looked up at Scout, sincerity in her expression. “I will say it as many times as you need to hear it.”

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Since the day of his interview, gifts had begun to show up to Jax's room. Every morning, he awoke to deliveries of flowers and candies, invitations for private meetings, and one sponsorship message after another. He almost felt bad, if it weren't to his benefit.

Already, the back of his workout clothes were plastered in the logo of the man that had paid for exclusive sponsorship rights. Surely, if Jax were a human, he would be rolling in dough. With that much money, he could've taken his sisters and left the ship a long time ago. If only the money belonged to him.

"Knock, knock." The door opened, Axel entering with his servant, Perona, waltzing in behind him. She was holding a box close to her chest, her cat-like eyes watching him with interest. Jax was not a fan of the strange cat-girl, who was far too clumsy for her own good. "Morning," Jax waved, he had just finished getting dressed. "Morning," Axel pulled up a chair, he looked pleased with himself, like a cat that had just eaten a particularly fat mouse.

"I've just come back from speaking with Kore, she wants to meet you."

"Kore? Kore... Mars?" Jax blinked slowly.

"The one and only, so you're gonna have to lose the tracksuit." He snapped his fingers, Perona jumping to attention, nearly dropping the parcel she had brought. "Why does Kore Mars, the head overseer, want to meet me?" Jax opened up his closet door, already a suit had been delivered.

"Who knows? Kore is above all of us managerial peasants, we're just here to fulfill her every wish."

"What about that other guy? The ice one?" He unzipped his jacket, shrugging it off. Perona squealed, turning around. "Yeqon Cryo? He's just... arm candy really. There's rumors the two of them are dating and if that's true, they might just be the most powerful couple Father's ever seen."

The human rumor mill was not something Jax was interested in. Perona handed Axel the parcel, who unwrapped it quickly. "Here, this just came from your sponsor today." He draped it around Jax's shoulders. A scarf, with his sponsor's name knitted into it. "Let's go, Ms. Mars hates to be kept waiting," Axel hurried them along. They left the mutant housing area, Jax having to scan his arm band to leave. They were escorted by armed guards, up a back hallway and into an open room with a window that overlooked space. Outside, they could see the top of ruined earth.

Despite its size, there was very little in the room. Only two chairs and a table, the latter of which had plates full of finger-sized foods and a pot of tea. Sitting on one of the chairs was a figure that Jax had seen plenty of these last few days. Her vibrant hair was hanging down and she wore a red bodysuit with an iridescent skirt, cut to look like a rose.

"Ms. Mars," Axel nodded in greeting. Kore lit up upon seeing them, she rose to her feet and strode towards them, skirt swishing around her thighs. Her heels clacked against the tile, her walk full of confidence.

"Thank you for bringing him, Axel." She leaned forward, kissing his cheek. It was a human gesture that Jax had seen many times, but had thankfully never been on the receiving end of. Axel blushed, but remained otherwise poised. "Of course, just let me know when you're done with him so I can bring him back." He stepped away, the door closing behind him.

"So, you're the mutant I've heard so much about." She held out a hand, which Jax took, not expecting her handshake to be so firm despite her dainty hands. "Come, sit, let's discuss your potential further. There's no one monitoring this conversation, no cams or recording pods, so feel free to speak your mind."

"Alright, I will keep that in mind." Jax followed her, the smell of her perfume wafting around him. It was subtle, but sweet, like candy. Jax sat down across from her, the table full of food reminding him that he hadn't eaten breakfast. He reached for a mini egg tart, careful not to get any crumbs on himself. She watched him, a polite, but curious expression on her face.

"Drop out of the Games."

He choked, the tart getting stuck in his throat. Kore poured him some tea, which Jax chugged down in a less than elegant manner. "Excuse me?" He asked when he could speak again.

"Drop out of the Games," Kore smiled, leaning forward to pick up her own cup. "What is it you want? Money? Fame? You can gain them all by staying here."

"I can't." Jax's hands balled into fists, there was too much on the line for him to drop out right now. "Ah, right, the sisters." He stiffened, where was she going with this? "How do you know about them?"

"Oh One... did you really think I wouldn't know?" Jax rose abruptly, the chair squealing against the ground. "The child, that perfectly engineered little mutant and his two sisters? Don't you know how valuable you are?" Kore placed her cup down and picked up the tea pot to pour herself some more. "If you stay in these Games, your death will cost us a lot more money and trouble than its worth I can't force you to drop out, so leave."

"I'm not leaving, not without them." Jax grit his teeth, his tail stiff.

"Well then, One, I hope you don't expect us to go easy on you just because have a pretty face."

"Of course not," his hands balled into fists. Was Kore threatening him?

"Good," Kore smiled, clapping her hands together. "Then I hope you're prepared for what's to come."

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Calm before the storm

The days had passed like a blur, from sating his curiosity on the technological marvels of the ship to being paraded around by Qiqi all over the place and getting enough makeovers that it now felt weird to see his own face without it...Plus with more sponsorship meetings and the like the week certainly zoomed by without issue. Of course even with all this peace and distractions there was one thing for certain...The day of the games was looming very close now, come the next morning they would be pitted into a fight to the death for entertainment and rewards...To say he was a bit nervous was an understatement. Most would be nervous to be sent out into the games...And of course he was no exception.

Leo gave a deep sigh as he stared at the ceiling inside his room. what was the plan now Leo? He barley met anyone else throughout the week. His little interview made him seem both interesting, mysterious and of course likely painted a target on his back by some people who were intent on stopping whatever he had in plan...Man...This made his plans harder, in some way or another this was going to be tough. Ugh! Why cant life problems be solves as easily as a machine!?...Then again he took a few years to work on a machine so...Yeah that was just terrible...

Well no use in agonizing over his plans or the future, he had to get through the coming day and tackle each problem as they arrive. For now he had to just get up, do more tasks for the day like usual and all should be well. If he continues to do well he could simply get plenty of supplies during the game and hammer out a solution to each problem! Good thinking Leo. With his spirit more better and mind all clear once more he got showered and dressed for the day as he stepped out of his room.

Man...He could really go for a smoke though...Maybe he was an addict or something? Well if he was he would be far worse off so that was not the case...Oh! It was like a craving for sweets! That's the right comparison. But enough about smokes, problems and the like. Breakfast was just asking to be eaten today and more recipes needed to be recorded for the future. He brought out a notebook from inside his pants and began to read it over as he walked. He did his best to eat every possible dish they served, and he made sure to find out every last ingredient used inside the dish as well. It was of course hard when he cant simply just waltz right into the kitchen and ransack the whole place to record everything...But he had his taste buds to rely on! Now what else did he need to try out now...It was the final day so missing out on anything would suck...

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Blood trickled from Amiya's piercing pink eyes, dribbling as tears before dripping down onto her black coat, where it massed and eventually coagulated, filling the air with the pungent sting of iron. She had suffered no injury—no physical injury, anyway—but the arterial flow was by a strange mutation she possessed, which tainted her sweat, tears, and even saliva with the qualities of blood.

She grit her teeth, which through the years had been stained a light pink. "It isn't fair," she lamented. "I saw him first. I said hi first. I even wrote him a love letter."

"In your own blood," added a tall, voluptuous mutant, whose short-cut, form-fitting dress left little to the imagination.

"In my own blood!" Amiya responded.

"That's men for you. Fickle and ungrateful. Can't see the forest through the sleaze."

ACCESS DENIED.

With a groan, the tall mutant tossed another tag bracelet aside. It clattered like a coin along the floor, where it joined a pile of similar bracelets pilfered from other mutants aboard the ship. She took another from her bag and touched it to the warehouse door's reader, which began to scan it thoroughly to validate entry.

"Oh, don't talk like you're above it, Hecate. It's a different guy every day with you."

ACCESS DENIED.

Hecate's little black horns twitched in annoyance. "Ugh. Yeah, but when I do it, I don't go falling in love. I'm gathering intel and softening them up."

"It's sleazy."

"It's survival. You want to win, don't you?"

Amiya wiped her tears with the back of her hand, staining it with red smears. "Yeah..."

"Then don't be so picky about where you get help from. We wouldn't even have gotten back here if I hadn't spiked the guard's drink. And he wouldn't have accepted it if I hadn't—"

ACCESS GRANTED.

"He-he~" Hecate teased in a sing-song voice as the door slid open, granting access to the competitors' armory, where all of the support items were stored.

But instead of entering, she suddenly froze, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She backed away from the entryway, standing to its side, bowing her head respectfully and allowing passage.

Amiya held her breath, fidgeting with her fingers and gazing at the floor, daring not to make a single sound.

Step after step, a small mutant with sea-green hair approached, her shoes meeting the floor with, not a gait, but a dance. Her arms gracefully swayed to a melody that only she could hear, and she bounced her knees and spun as though she were waltzing without a partner, sending her flowing ocean-colored dress twirling around her little frame. She held a malicious smile and a knife between her lips. Her dancing took her past the door, down an aisle, and through to a shelf bearing the name Chika.

Once there, she retrieved her support item: a human skull. Her dainty fingers reached inside of an eye socket to pull out a string of shells, pearls, and teeth, which she placed upon her head as a diadem. She giggled melodically and brightened up, looking like she was on top of the world. In one hand she held the skull, and with the other she retrieved the knife from her lips.

Amiya and Hecate cautiously stepped inside to join her.

Sensing movement, the small mutant's red eyes locked on to the two of them like a predator sizing up prey. They froze in place once again. Chika grinned, showing off serrated teeth that would make even a shark think twice about coming near.

"Adorned with a crown, your Queen is complete; now tell me again whom we three must beat."

"Boqin," Amiya murmured, avoiding eye contact.

Chika's smile contorted into a frown, and she growled, exposing her sharpened teeth.

"M-my Queen," Amiya added, completing the rhyme.

Satisfied, Chika returned to smiling and danced along until she found the correct shelf. Upon the metal platform marked "Boqin" was a handcrafted sword, perfect in weight, with the symbol of a dragon scorched into its grip.

Chika worked the blade of her dinner knife beneath the fibers of the grip, sawing at it to wear it away, careful not to snap it lest the defect be noticed too soon. She stopped just as soon as she was confident it would break under the strain of a real fight, then freed her knife, blowing it clean.

"The deed has been done. The Games have begun."

Hecate dared to raise her head, confident that Chika would answer her question if said respectfully and in a rhyme. She had long wondered something. "I'm here for Amiya, to help calm her heart. But...what of my Queen? Why do you take part?"

Chika licked her lips. Few things pleased her more than someone who played along with her own song and dance. She waltzed over to her own shelf, stepping to and fro, turning this way and that, before gracefully setting the skull back to its place, ready for the competition.

"You two have your reasons, but I have just one: I kill and I maim..."


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"Ms. Mars, we have a situation." Her holo jumped to life, Ender was on the other side. "I'll be right there," Kore rose, sparing Jax one last glance. "Your sisters will surely look forward to watching you on the field," he stiffened as she left, her heels clacking against the tiled floor. It took only a moment for Kore to appear in the wings of the Overseer hallway, Sei standing there anxiously, waiting to meet her. "This way," she ushered Kore quickly to the screen. Someone had broken into the support room. Or rather, three someone's.

They could very-well be ejected from the games for this. Slowly, Kore walked around the table that the cam feed was coming from. Support items were normally kept guarded, but suspiciously, the guard was missing. Damon was already sitting by the security panel, ready to put the room into lockdown. "Who are Boqin's sponsors?" She crossed her arms, drumming a finger against her elbow.

"Boqin has three sponsors, nothing high-profile. Wenwig Grocery, an electric star projector company, and Sieera Protein Drinks. As for bets, it's not much." They were low-ball offers, he was not a valuable competitor. Kore's personal holo rang, an incoming message from Aries. She swiped up quickly, doing nothing to disguise her grin. "Leave it," she decided, turning away.

"But Ms. Mars-"

"Boqin will be fine, I just received word from Aries that he's teamed up with the beast." Quiet fell across the Overseer room. Kore was not met with any further protest. "I will be retiring early tonight. Ender, I'm putting you on night watch, since you allowed this happen." Kore headed towards the door, her skirt swishing around her legs. "Yes, Ms. Mars, I accept full responsibility for this incident."

Mimi was waiting for her just outside, looking proud. "What did you do?" She asked, her assistant scurrying after her. "I sent your co-Head Overseer a gift, just as you instructed. You said he likes strawberries, right?" Kore smiled, yes, even with today's incident, everything was going her way.




Kore sat calmly in place, sipping at her cup of lemon spritz. Around her, the atmosphere was tinged with excitement. Kore was already dressed for the opening ceremony, wearing a red dress to compliment the atmosphere. The first Game would take place in the Wastes, it would be Kore's first time on Ruined Earth. To make certain that her skin was not affected by radiation or the sun, she would wear long-sleeves to cover her arms and a red veil over her face. Her hair was braided down her back in a multicolored plait and bedazzled with red jewels in the shape of flowers.

Kore slowly rose, it was just about time. She walked towards the feeds, looking at the mutants who had been isolated to their rooms. Kore had ordered this on purpose, stating that it was for security reasons. In truth, she wanted them to feel anxious. They would be rounded up soon, corralled like farm animals and taken onto ships that would fly them back to the surface. Immediately after the first bell sounded, Kore and Yeqon would be whisked back to the ship, where they would finally oversee their hard work. Kore was giddy, if this Game was a success, then a number of avenues would open up for her in the future.

She was already trending on Flutter and Bookend, well, at least the scandal of an implied relationship between her and Yeqon. Kore did what she must to stay relevant, even if it was an imagined illicit romance. "Ms. Mars," Mimi flitted to her side, carrying Kore's holo pod. "A Fotor snapped a foto of your outfit today, they're already speculating on Flutter if you and Mr. Cryo are going to match again." Mimi's mood too, was bright. "We'll have to make sure a Fotor gets another foto of us later then."

She glanced at the time, it was nearly the magic hour. Kore began to head towards the launch bay, where the ships were lined up in preparation. She and Yeqon would be flying separately from the mutants, of course. "Good morning," Kore smiled in greeting upon finding Mr. Cryo. "Did you get the gift I sent?" she asked, hoping that he had enjoyed the bottle and fruit. They were at the loading dock now. In the bay beside them, the mutants were being rounded up to what could possibly by their deaths.

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The Games Begin

The day has finally arrived, and the announcement was made...The games are officially happening today and the location was in the wastes. Well at the very least it wont be a cold location for a fight to the death...But a large no mans land with plenty of abandoned things littered around that many people would neglect...Well that certainly gave him a good positive outlook going forward...Judging if there as anything to salvage compared to an old ruined town...At best there could be old cars...Right?...

Well he would cross that fake bridge again when he came across it but at the moment they were all confined to their rooms for their safety they were told...In all honest it almost felt like they were all cattle being led to their pens before the slaughter began. A very unnerving thought but that was basically what was about to happen. A moment of peace before being thrown out in the wastes to fight to the death. And to top it all off he...Virtually never talked to many of the other contestants besides that fluffy looking Doctor and the girl who was eating the grass. And it was clear that he did not make any alliances...Still he did have a good sponsor thanks to Qiqi's hard work so if push comes to shove he had to buy friendship with food! With a firm nod he had one last shower with fresh clean hot water no doubt his last chance to enjoy such luxury before the knock came at his door. "Its time, follow us." Came a voice outside. One of the guards no doubt to escort him. With no further time to waste he got dressed and followed them all the way to the loading dock. Along with more and more fellow mutants being rounded up.

"Well Leo, this is your time to shine...I can't mess around now, some people may be friendly but keep your head down and safe...Take it smart and I can get though this." He hyped himself in his mind as he took a deep breath.

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The last pill sat dauntingly on the dresser. Next to it was a cup of water, the condensation pooling onto the wood. For some strange reason, Scout didn't want to take it. She didn't want to be hopeful that something might actually cure her, she didn't want a false sense of security that should she make it out of the first game alive, her ori wouldn't kill her.

Scout shook her head, this was ridiculous.

She grabbed the pill, swallowing it hard and washing the taste down with a quick swig from her cup. Today, she would take what was possibly her last shower in that gloriously warm water. She let it wash over her with some finality, standing beneath the spray for as long as possible.

Scout was busy working on untangling her hair when the door swung open, Aries and Selena entering. Breakfast had been delivered sometime while she was in the bathroom, the tray sitting on the dresser. "Come sit," Selena gestured to the chair. "We came to say goodbye, but I think you might still need my help," Selena sighed, shaking her head. Scout dutifully sat, holding out the hairbrush.

Selena worked her stylist magic with deft fingers, untangling Scout's hair and twisting it into an intricate, expert braid. Aries, in the meanwhile, ate the grapes from Scout's breakfast tray, pondering over his tablet. "Your support item will be with the rest of your belongings when you land." He explained, "So don't worry if it's not on the transport."

Scout nodded in response.

"Nervous?" Selena asked as Scout rose, going over to the wardrobe. "No," she admitted, her voice low. "This is a killing game," The wolf couldn't help but grin, her sharp teeth glinting in the artificial light. Aries and Selena shared a glance, they had already become well-acquainted with that violent glint in her eyes.

"Why is it different?" Scout pointed to the outfit in the wardrobe. She had grown used to the training clothes all competitors were given, but this one was strange and new. "Let me help you," Selena rose, practically wrestling Scout into her new clothing.

Aries still didn't look up from his holo tab, "This one has your sponsor name on it," if Scout could read, she would have realized that the pharmaceutical company that had given her the ori treatment had their logo and name on the back. On the right sleeve was her name, the embellishments on the jacket in silver and red. The shoes fit perfectly, although they were a bit clunky for Scout's liking.

"There," Selena stepped back, a tear in her eye. After all, this could very well be the last time she saw Scout. Aries at last looked up, giving a nod of approval. "Wow," he grinned, "You almost look presentable," he pushed off of the dresser, circling around Scout. "We won't have any communication while you're out there. I'll be able to support you from up here, but that's about it."

"I don't need your help," Scout grumbled, picking at invisible lint on her jacket. "You will," Aries replied. "Once you're on the ground, you'll realize that it isn't going to be easy."

They were going to the Wastes, that was practically Scout's home.

The wolf sauntered over to her breakfast tray and lifted the lid, snatching up a piece of meat. Contestants! Twenty minutes until line up! A cheerful voice announced above them.

Selena clapped her hands together in a prayer, "You'll come back to us, she'll come back to us, right?" The stylist looked at Aries, fear in her eyes. "C'mon Selena, this is Scout we're talking about." The manager scoffed, he had seen first-hand over the last week just what kind of brute strength the wolf had.

"I'm right here," Scout grumbled.

Contestants! Ten minutes until line up! The voice sang.

Scout winced, her sensitive ears twitching at the sound. "What is this called again?" Scout, unconcerned by her possible impending doom, held up a triangle with little slots in it. "A waffle," Aries replied. Scout poured syrup into every hole, "it's the perfect vehicle for sugar," she took a bite, taking care not to get any on her snazzy new outfit.

Contestants! Please step outside your door and await further instructions! Selena ran over, reaching out her arms. Scout stepped back, ears pointed flat, uncertain what Selena's intentions were. The stylist hesitated, then, somewhat awkwardly, tried to wrap her arms around the wolf. "Come back to us in one piece!" She stepped back.

"Scout," Aries stepped towards her. "I expect nothing less than a victory."

Scout nodded, stepping outside the door and towards what could possibly be her death.

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Father

Father by The_Queen

Not Daddy

Fort Kate

Fort Kate by The_Queen

Fort Kate, a forty fort

The Tundra

The Tundra by The_Queen

Cold, cold, very cold

Wasteland

Wasteland by The_Queen

Where the nights are hot and the days even hotter.

The Jungle

The Jungle by The_Queen

Trees, oh my

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Character Portrait: Edward Killedge
Character Portrait: Ljilja
Character Portrait: Scout
Character Portrait: Kore
Character Portrait: Jax
Character Portrait: Yeqon
Character Portrait: Bandit Sephilan
Character Portrait: Ciara
Character Portrait: Lamia Serose
Character Portrait: Quickshot
Character Portrait: Leo Behrends

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Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

Character Portrait: Lamia Serose
Lamia Serose

"Stay far away..."

Character Portrait: Ciara
Ciara

"There is beauty in corruption, don't you think?"

Character Portrait: Bandit Sephilan
Bandit Sephilan

"Catch me if you can!"

Character Portrait: Yeqon
Yeqon

"..."

Character Portrait: Jax
Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."

Character Portrait: Kore
Kore

"If you really think that's messed up, wait until you see this!"

Character Portrait: Scout
Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.

Character Portrait: Ljilja
Ljilja

Six-armed underwater miner trying to win opportunity for her surviving family.

Trending

Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

Character Portrait: Lamia Serose
Lamia Serose

"Stay far away..."

Character Portrait: Edward Killedge
Edward Killedge

"The impurities of earth shall be purged."

Character Portrait: Bandit Sephilan
Bandit Sephilan

"Catch me if you can!"

Character Portrait: Jax
Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."

Character Portrait: Ljilja
Ljilja

Six-armed underwater miner trying to win opportunity for her surviving family.

Character Portrait: Scout
Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.

Character Portrait: Yeqon
Yeqon

"..."

Character Portrait: Kore
Kore

"If you really think that's messed up, wait until you see this!"

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Bandit Sephilan
Bandit Sephilan

"Catch me if you can!"

Character Portrait: Ljilja
Ljilja

Six-armed underwater miner trying to win opportunity for her surviving family.

Character Portrait: Scout
Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.

Character Portrait: Ciara
Ciara

"There is beauty in corruption, don't you think?"

Character Portrait: Edward Killedge
Edward Killedge

"The impurities of earth shall be purged."

Character Portrait: Kore
Kore

"If you really think that's messed up, wait until you see this!"

Character Portrait: Yeqon
Yeqon

"..."

Character Portrait: Lamia Serose
Lamia Serose

"Stay far away..."

Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

Character Portrait: Jax
Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."


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