forum I'm lacking the creative ingenuity to provide a clever and witty name (Character Chat 5)

Started March 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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"It…..it had to use you…" he mumbled, returning the hug weakly.

"Skinwalkers will use whatever they can to get in your head. They're cruel, manipulative demons that know no mercy." She herself was disturbed by the accuracy of the rendition. Creepy.

"But how did it know?"

She shrugged, letting go. "I have no idea. They have a bad habit of knowing what they shouldn't."

He whined slightly, the tips of his hair still smoking. "I don't know if I can put up with anything like that again."

Tessa ruffled his hair, putting out any remaining embers. "Doubt it. The rest of the Games are usually us against each other. No skinwalkers or the like."
"At least it wasn't wendigos," Cinthia offered with a small smile.

He snorted. "I would've asked for the wendigos if I knew that's what was in store."

Tess tugged on his arm. "Now that we are done, we're allowed to wander around the school. I'm hungry, so let's go to the cafeteria."

He shrugged. "Take me there, then. Can't promise I'll eat, though."

She fake pouted, the led him through a hidden tunnel beneath the stands. The stone and dirt gave way to marble and polished wood. She walked through a few corridors until she reached a set of giant and heavy double doors. She pushed one open and beckoned him through. "We have the best cooks. They'll serve whatever your heart desires. Never met them though."

He snorted and walked through the door after her. "I didn't expect you to be that invested into it.

She followed, letting the door close behind her. "Invested in what?"

"Who makes the food. I figured the most important thing to you is the food itself. The people making it really wouldn't matter as long as it tastes good."

She snorted as well. "There are rumors–basically legends at this point–that there actually aren't any cooks. A mysterious thing makes the food for us. That's why it's made so quickly–and deliciously."

"So the Loch Ness Monster is gonna cook me dinner?" He grinned over his shoulder at her.

She laughed. "At this point, probably!" She stepped up to a window, scribbling down her order on a notepad. As soon as she set down the pen, the paper was ripped from the pad and disappeared through the dark window. She swept a hand towards it. "You gonna order too? Be as specific as possible if it's not a general recipe."

He shook his head. "Like I said, I'm not hungry."

"Okay," she knocked a knuckle on the counter before making her way to one of the numerous low-lying couches with equally low tables sitting between them. She flopped onto the couch, sprawling across the cushions and generally taking up the entire couch. "Uuuuugh, that was nerve-racking."

"You're telling me?" He asked, lightly tapping her calf to see if she would move.

She retracted her feet, giving him space to sit. "At least you didn't have to run around blind." She blew a stray strand of hair out of her face–unsuccessfully. "Those blindfolded dances with Cinthia sure helped…"

He gladly took the open space, slumping down into his seat. "Imagine having to kill something that looked like me."

She pinched her lips together, kicking off her dirty shoes and plopping her feet on Runner's lap. "But it wasn't just me–it was a younger and abused version of me. It picked my most vulnerable and tortured version."

"Exactly. There's a reason why I had to let Tega out." He rubbed his nose, actively avoiding her eyes.

She was silent and brooding, mulling over her thoughts. "I don't blame you for letting out that side of you, nor am I upset with you," she said softly. "Never will be."

He eventually rested his arms over her shins, sighing heavily. "I guess."