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[For those in the town square this fine day, they may find a red blur falling out of the sky and straight into the fountain with a loud scream and a crash. Grell is back in Luceti, looking like a drowned rat, and none too pleased to be here.]

WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME SOMEWHERE RATIONAL?!

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...Does anyone know where I can find a good hair product? That bloody fountain seems to have ruined my beautiful locks and since I can't blow that thing up, I may as well take care of this.

And for those who are wondering? Yes, the parlour is still going up. Even if kills me. Or one of you.

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Always? [Well, that is quite the conviction.]

Until the bitter, tragic end, hm?

Well, not--

What?

Sorry to disappoint, but I figure if I'm going to kill anyone, I'll let you be around to join the fun. [Lightly sarcastic~]

Tch. The Heart Pirates Captain. He did unspeakable things to them.

Oh....nothing. Mere speculation since you seem so inclined towards this man.

He's... a friend. We met a few years ago and just... stuck together. Even in the Arena.

[Totally missing that sarcasm.] Ooh, you do know how to secure my affection, don't you? A little death is just what I need right now.

[dur hur double entendres]

And why let him go unpunished for being so rude to what is rightfully yours, darling? Why not let me help you teach him a little lesson about the dangers of taking what is not his to take?

Oh, come now, that's so boring. Brother in arms, role model, something, anything is better than "a friend for whom I may or may not die for no special reason." There must be something, no?

...Yeah. There is. Let me just...

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Okay, so it's not the best filter in the world. She's still learning. Not bad for someone without much exposure to technology.]

I used to think we'd get married, okay? It was dumb. Probably childish. But... it was nice to think about.

Oh, you see? Now there is the story we all want to hear!

Romanticism is never childish, my dear, poor Clove. It's the passion in one's heart that pushes one to great heights and even greater glory! Sooo, tell me about him! Come now, perhaps we can still make this dream of yours a reality.

He's... amazing.

He's been right there to protect me, ever since we met. But... after the Games... [No. No, she has to explain.]

Panem, where I'm from... has this thing every year. The Hunger Games. The Districts rebelled, Capitol won. In repayment, every year, the twelve districts offer up a boy and girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen. They get thrown into an arena together with weapons, supplies, and creatures.

Only one survives-- the victor.

My year. When they got it down to six. They announced that two tributes could go home. If they were from the same district. The only pairs left then were me and Cato, and the two from Twelve.

I... got stupid. And Cato was killed eventually, too. [No propaganda here. No justifications. Nothing. Just a somewhat hurried rundown of everything. Because it matters to her point.]

Cato is strong and brave. Utterly fearless. And he always took care of me in the arena. Even before he had any reason to.

But... since he came here... He doesn't seem... I don't know. He doesn't seem to want to fight. And I get it. But... I have to. I have to be fighting. Or I'm not worth anything.

He'll... he'll get tired of that. If he can leave the blood behind and I can't... he won't want anything to do with me, soon.

...And I've rambled. Sorry.

[Well, that was quite the information spew. Grell takes the time to listen to the post a few times over, recording in writing what Clove has to say. Interesting data to have, and the thought of games fought by children? Barbaric, but effective at quelling uprisings again if an area thinks their children aren't safe. After taking notes, Grell shuts the second journal.]

Well, it has always been the two of you, always alone so you only had one another. Who is to say you can't find someone else here? Someone who might...better understand your desire and need for bloodshed?

Or is it that the heart simply can't let go of what it knows is no longer what it needs?

[Clove has adopted the policy in Luceti to tell as much as she can about Panem in one sitting. Dragging out the conversation... no. She prefers to describe the Games and be done with it.]

Maybe I can't let go. But I... don't want to. I went into the arena knowing that I'd have to kill Cato or let him die to get to go home. I was okay with that.

But I knew I wouldn't get married if that happened. I... guess it's still the same thing.

If I can't have him -- If he doesn't want me, here -- I'd rather be alone.

Ah so it is a case of the latter. I see. [Grell sighs and runs a hand through the mess of red hair.]

Well, I can't say your story isn't one for the ages - a tragedy made all the more poignant by your affections, all the more heartbreaking because neither of you survive.

However, you're sixteen. Come now, child, don't you think you're selling yourself a bit short? One man won't love you, so you just throw your life and love down forever? Take it from someone who has lived centuries - it shall get better, if you wish it to do so.

That can be arranged.

Because he just had it passed to him by Nico Robin, who I owed a favor.

If this is all they're going to do to mess with me I can live with it for now. I just have the nagging suspicion I'm missing something bigger.

[Huff. Honour getting in the way of fun again. Boo.]

Well, if you wish, I shall look into it in my own way. But in all fairness, they should know that if they do anything to you, I shall take it as a personal slight and kill them both.

What you do of your own accord isn't my problem, wouldn't you agree?

Be careful though, the demon woman can sprout multiple body parts and the Death Surgeon can steal hearts. I mean that figuratively, not literally.

[ sharpe has developed a habit of sitting by the fountain. it's a fine way to keep an eye on the rest of the town without really looking like that's what he's doing. today, he's leaned back with a small whittling project in hand.

and that's when the body falls from the sky and into the fountain and the resulting splash engulfs the tall army man.

he leaps up, swearing himself blue. ]

Bloody hell!

[fufufu] I do indeed.

Thank you for the intel, darling, but don't worry, my heart belongs only to you.

[Sputtering, Grell gets to her feet, wiping water from her eyes and shaking it from her fingertips.]

That is my line, if you please.

Let's keep it that way, of all the pirates here he's the one I'm most wary of right now.

[Well and the Whitebeard crew, but he'll use Ace as a shield if necessary :|]

Oh~? Now that is interesting.

When you arrive, perhaps you can tell me why.

[ richard sharpe shakes his hands free of excess water. and then he remembered his manner.

after all, despite being...a little broat in the shoulders? this looks like a lady. and an officer must always do his duty to a lady.

with a rough clearing of his throat, he offers a work-hardened hand. ]

Err, miss?

On my way. [And that's the kettle going off in the background.]

Any different preference in how you take your tea? [What with being kidnapped and all.]

[Looking over at the cough and the motion, Grell squints. Is he offering a hand? Or more importantly, is he handsome? Without her glasses, she can't tell and for a moment, the death god stares.]

My glasses. Red frames. I believe they fell off. If you could help? I'm no good without them.

Milk and honey. I'm in a decadent mood after the horror of this morning.

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[ action ] sending you this fellow as i think even now, buffy would be a bad idea.

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[ action ] i'll send her okita's way instead.

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[ action ] hooray! they can be stabby buddies

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