Voice

[wellsuited]

I need a couple of people to go monster hunting with me. Capturing, not killing.

Cowards and slowpokes need not apply.

[The end. For once there's very little entertainment value to be found in her words.]

Comments

PRIVATE

[yetsleeping]

Elena. Are you okay?

PRIVATE

[wellsuited]

Busy as always.

The monsters that I bring back...you'll be facing them in the arena. Be ready.

PRIVATE

[yetsleeping]

...that isn't what I meant.

PRIVATE

[wellsuited]

Oh.

Then what did you mean?

[Dumb card, played.]

[los_submarinos]

Volunteer here. Need a little stress relief myself.

No killing, how about severe injuries?

[wellsuited]

I'll make sure that you're compensated after the fight.

They won't go down without a fight anyway, so do whatever you have to do to get them under control

[los_submarinos]

No problem, lady.

Right. So, ruins, I'm assumin'. Just everything with a mean expression and bad breath, then?

[wellsuited]

Exactly.

Have you done this before?

o hai

[clawofsin]

Not killing?

Where the hell's the fun in that?

hai there

[wellsuited]

The fun comes later.

You'll see.

o/

[clawofsin]

Is that when someone else gets to kill it?

This happenin' in the tunnels? 'Cause there's some freaky shit down there that needs dealing with, if you ask me.

\o

[wellsuited]

That's Itachi's monster.

Private/ Voice

[earned_my_eyes]

Elena.

Private/ Voice

[wellsuited]

Sasuke...

[A pause and a deep breath.]

I'm sorry about your brother's disappearance.

Private/ Voice

[earned_my_eyes]

[He ignores her condolenses; words have little weight with him, even if the sentiment behind them is kind.]

You were friends, weren't you? You and him?

Private/ Voice

[wellsuited]

[It takes her a few moments to answer that one.]

Yeah. I...I really liked him.

private

[onetoignite]

Hey, you need anything?

private

[wellsuited]

Have you given that gun any more thought? I really think that the flash of explosives paired with the convenience of a handgun--I can't be the only one who wants that.

private

[onetoignite]

[There's a bit of silence, and then he kinda laughs.]

Guess I don't need to ask if you're all right, huh?

They call those flare guns, by the way. At least, when they're made for the flashy bit. Not for actually exploding things.

private

[wellsuited]

Oh...right. Flare guns. I forgot about flare guns.

It's my own fault. Usually, my ideas seem like good ones...at least to me. This time, I knew it was a bad idea.

And I did it anyway.