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[effective]

[There’s a girl staring down at the netbook in blank incomprehension. Observant people might notice the burn scars on her hands, crawling up her neck. Slowly, her gaze drags upwards to see the light that indicates the camera’s on, and recognition flickers in her eyes. She sets the netbook down and sits on a bed nearby, curling her feet under her. One hand is clenched around a bow, and the quiver is on her back already] You can see me, can’t you. [It’s not a question, and she doesn’t even appear to be addressing the camera.] Of course you can. They’re always watching.

It was supposed to be over. All of this. The fighting, the killing. It was supposed to be over. And don’t tell me there might not be killing. You don’t hand a victor a weapon and expect them not to use it.

[She stands, swiftly, drawing an arrow from the quiver and setting it on the string in one smooth movement. It’s aimed at the netbook. The expression on the girl’s face is almost too intense. A smile touches her lips, but there’s nothing positive in the expression] If you want me to fight for you, I’m going to need you to bring me Peeta.

[Her arms jerk up, aiming elsewhere, and the arrow is released. There’s a crash that indicates she hit something, and judging by the look of hard satisfaction in her eyes, it’s what she wanted to hit.] I could use Haymitch, too.

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voice; /rubs them. also whoops, that was voice

[district7]

Lighting a fire under her, obviously. [All the fire metaphors. It's obvious from the tone of her voice that she's just messing with him at this point.]

video fo'eva; nope, too late, needs bandaids

[godofshawarma]

I would never-- [ Just this expression of horror, and then something angry, omfg jojo, why would you even suggest that to him ] Whatever heinous being saw fit to burn this child, for any reason, deserves a swift, harsh judgment. Likely at her own hands.

[effective]

They were all children. [There's something distant to her tone] The first bomb was for the children. The second one was for the - for - for the rescuers.

[Another tight smile. She's got a lot of those] I shot her.

[godofshawarma]

[ Stop punching Thor in the righteous paladin buttons, he's going to have a shit fit. His lips from a tight line and a deep crease comes to his brow ]

What beast of a being would direct such unspeakable violence at children?

[effective]

[She eyes him for a long moment, before straightening] You're not from Panem, are you.

[godofshawarma]

[ He shakes his head, slow ] No. I am Thor, son of Odin, of Asgard. [ not said with the usual booming pride ]

[effective]

[Staring at him. It's so clear that she didn't understand that]

Katniss. [It's been a long time since she's actually had tto introduce herself to anyone]

[godofshawarma]

Well met, Katniss of Panem. [ all his derpy smiles, despite your srs talk ]

[effective]

[SHE'S SERIOUSLY CONFUSED AND IT SHOWS] You and I have seriously different definitions of 'well'.

[godofshawarma]

[ HE IS BLISSFULLY UNAWARE. Or rather, uncaring. HE GETS THAT LOOK A LOT OKAY ] Perhaps. It could have been under better terms, but it has been a fortunate meeting for me regardless. [ He likes you :3 ]

[district7]

[So you do remember that. Hng.]

Heading to Finnick's?

[effective]

I need to see.

[district7]

I'll be crashing.

[To make sure you're okay you don't kill each other, obviously.]

[effective]

He's crying again. I'm not going to kill him. [But she's also not telling her not to come :'D]

[district7]

He does that a lot. [She doesn't sound as put out about it as she should. No refusal means she'll take that as an invitation!]

[effective]

Still?

[district7]

He's like a running faucet. Guess they train them to be emotional in District Four.

voice forever; /hands over avenger bandaids

[district7]

It's a saying. If I thought you'd hurt her, I wouldn't hesitate. [Because she's a jerk! Her tone changes to deadly serious pretty fast.]

Like you'd understand any of it.

8D! The bestest!

[godofshawarma]

[ There's a slight smirk to his lips, and he gives a nod ] I understand protecting a loved one to your fullest extent.

You are a good friend.

/o/

[district7]

[Radio silence on this end for a while.

Eventually she replies but it sounds defensive, annoyed.]

We're not friends.

[godofshawarma]

[ There's a slight chuckle as he answers. ]

She must be something to you, for you challenge me, a complete stranger whose powers you know nothing of, in the interest of her defense.

[district7]

[That gets a laugh out of her, though she's conveniently sidestepping that question.]

It wasn't a challenge. Like I said, if I thought you were a danger to her, I wouldn't hesitate and I don't fight fair. Your powers don't matter.

[godofshawarma]

Any form of attack is a challenge. What makes you so certain your tricks will yield victory so absolutely? [ but he likes that you do assume, because it sort of makes you awesome in Asgardian standards ]

[district7]

Because I'm not going to let anyone kill me. [Blind to all that immortal crap, obviously.]

[godofshawarma]

[ 8< THAT'S THE SPIRIT. He gives a slow smile. ] With such a spirit, you are certain not to.