Supposedly, it's sweltering hot in this arena. Aigis notes with a well-programmed eye that the tributes nearest her are already starting to sweat, and she can see the heat haze her distance vision. All of these people will be dead, she thinks to herself as she looks around. She feels something in her wiring shudder, and her eyes settle on the cornucopia. Food and water she ignores, but all of that climbing equipment is mighty tempting.
The gong sounds and she hesitates half a beat. Instantaneous calculations tell her how many other tributes are running for the equipment and how likely she is to lose a limb if she gets close. An instant later she's running for it, her eyes set on a promising looking bag slightly away from the main section. She's fast, faster than you would expect, but any seasoned runner could catch her or cut her off if they tried. If anyone gets near enough for that, her spring-loaded knees will take her sailing over their heads.
The Party (Human Panem AU)
Aigis hadn't necessarily planned on coming. Socializing was not her strong suit, and nothing about the overdone and overdressed masses of the Capital made her feel like she belonged, but her stylist had insisted, and the tributes she had trained were about to risk and potentially lose their lives. Even through her empty, apathetic demeanor there's just enough loyalty there for her to be convinced to make an appearance.
No amount of loyalty would talk her into some over-wrought dress, though. She's practically famous by now as the under-dressed victor. Her usual style is presented today in a pressed black suit with satin at the lapels and cuffs and a shock of a red tie. Black and red was appropriate for the start of an Arena, she thought, as though that was an excuse for her usual uniform.
An Avox offers her an ice water and she takes it with barely a glance, though she doesn't drink from it. Currently her eyes are fixed on one of the screens displaying the Arena, and she's unconsciously mouthing along with the countdown.
Aigis | Persona 3 |Tribute or Past Victor
Supposedly, it's sweltering hot in this arena. Aigis notes with a well-programmed eye that the tributes nearest her are already starting to sweat, and she can see the heat haze her distance vision. All of these people will be dead, she thinks to herself as she looks around. She feels something in her wiring shudder, and her eyes settle on the cornucopia. Food and water she ignores, but all of that climbing equipment is mighty tempting.
The gong sounds and she hesitates half a beat. Instantaneous calculations tell her how many other tributes are running for the equipment and how likely she is to lose a limb if she gets close. An instant later she's running for it, her eyes set on a promising looking bag slightly away from the main section. She's fast, faster than you would expect, but any seasoned runner could catch her or cut her off if they tried. If anyone gets near enough for that, her spring-loaded knees will take her sailing over their heads.
The Party (Human Panem AU)
Aigis hadn't necessarily planned on coming. Socializing was not her strong suit, and nothing about the overdone and overdressed masses of the Capital made her feel like she belonged, but her stylist had insisted, and the tributes she had trained were about to risk and potentially lose their lives. Even through her empty, apathetic demeanor there's just enough loyalty there for her to be convinced to make an appearance.
No amount of loyalty would talk her into some over-wrought dress, though. She's practically famous by now as the under-dressed victor. Her usual style is presented today in a pressed black suit with satin at the lapels and cuffs and a shock of a red tie. Black and red was appropriate for the start of an Arena, she thought, as though that was an excuse for her usual uniform.
An Avox offers her an ice water and she takes it with barely a glance, though she doesn't drink from it. Currently her eyes are fixed on one of the screens displaying the Arena, and she's unconsciously mouthing along with the countdown.