secrets from a girl [svet/karl | day 1]

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secrets from a girl [svet/karl | day 1] Feb 24, 2023 2:24:40 GMT -5

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Post by ryan on Feb 24, 2023 2:24:40 GMT -5

she has fallen behind her alliance, but not for a bad reason. svet felt it was best for her to keep at the back of the pack just in case someone decided they wanted to ambush them. elm and theo were in bad shape, and svet was probably the only person that could have been able to take on an assailant right now. elm had given their weapon to svet in exchange for hers, and she felt a lot more flexible with it.

she felt like she could accomplish exactly what she needed too.

she took a deep breath as she walked slowly through the garden, the scents that had wafted into her nose were pleasant. she was not afraid of anything that might come her way. she was calm and collected just enough for her to get ever so slightly distracted. before she knew it, her alliance had moved too far ahead for her to keep up. that was probably for the best though. the quicker they get away, the more svet could try to at least explore and see what else was going to be offered to them in this arena.

however, a crack behind her told her that she was not alone. the naginata had already been in her hand, but she turned around with it in toe, just to see the district colors from eleven in her peripheral. she focused for a moment and then realized that it was just the colors that she had seen. she knew she was running into someone, she just didnt know who it was. the izar or karl. "theres no use in hiding..." svet called out after a moment. "ive already said my prayers..." she plants the naginata's back side into the grass and leans on it. "youre more than welcome to share yours with me too."

and she smirked.

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secrets from a girl [svet/karl | day 1] Feb 24, 2023 22:00:56 GMT -5

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Post by calla on Feb 24, 2023 22:00:56 GMT -5

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One run in with a sentient boulder later, he's still trying to figure out if he's the one who did the ditching, or if he's been ditched again.

Occupational hazard.

Karl doesn't like the sand. He decides it sometime between step twelve and thirteen, when his heel sinks a little lower than it should and he finds himself missing the muck. He could've tried to back in the direction of the fields, to lay in the mud and return to the bog. It's just that that's the opposite direction that Calamity and Johnny and then Yael ran off to.

There's some kind of childhood lesson that sticks with him here, one that says to stay put in case of emergency, find an adult, find the high ground -

"I'm not hiding."

He never really is. He just stands there, waiting in plain daylight, and people look over him. They forget him. Ignore him. They put his face on a series of missing posters and tape them to streetlight poles, then cover them up a week later with flyers for discounted haircuts.

Svetlana seems like someone that would be remembered. She's got this glow around her, she holds herself a bit like Calamity does, but there's something wilder about it. There's something wild about her that Karl doesn't know how to hold. It's like trying to grab fractals of light, or like trying to touch the reflection that the sun casts over still water.

He never did get that answer about the Forresters and their mysticism.

But she's got a weapon and Karl's hands are empty, fingers twisting in on themselves. His bag is weighed down by shiny trinkets and metal stars and broken things.

"There's no god here except Calamity's." The storm looms over them, around them, pushing at the barriers. Karl looks at the clouds blankly, "They control the weather."

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secrets from a girl [svet/karl | day 1] Feb 24, 2023 22:45:10 GMT -5

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Post by ryan on Feb 24, 2023 22:45:10 GMT -5

she lets the wind bellow for a moment as she is trying to catch her own breath again. her mind raced, but not because she couldnt keep up with her own thoughts. she was thinking about elm and theo and just how damaged they were.

they are just as important to her in this moment, just like the conversations she would have between light and dark.

she had a thought to cross her arms, close herself off from a conversation with a stranger, especially if it was the izar. but when she sees karl come out of the woodwork, she let her arms fall to the sides. she did not trust him, just like she wouldnt trust any man. however, that moment in the training center still stuck in her mind.

he seemed to hate being misread, and svet could relate to that. a forrester was known as a monster to most people. vargan did not help with that. in fact, he was the one that started the calamity that was trying to explain why her family did things the way they did. the population of seven would never understand unless they themselves gave into the very clear disassociation that the forresters had perfected.

"i wouldnt expect you to hide karl." svet gave him a light smile, making it clear that she did not see him as a threat. maybe she was a fool for that. she probably should have tried to avoid another tribute interaction, but this was the first day in the arena. no one was in desperate straits just yet.

"there are gods everywhere karl." she looked at the trees for a moment, feeling the skepticism creep out of his body and defile the earth that he stood on. "calamity's might control the weather, but the sun and moon are just as important." svetlana matched his viewing for a moment before looking back down at him. "infinity is an interesting concept after all." she does not know fully if she can trust him, but she does feel like he is not interested in doing any harm here.

"we dont have long, but i can listen. ask your questions." she leaned back into the naginata for a moment, one of her hands clasping the hilt behind her. "we have limited time." she offered a smile.

"but time none the less."

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secrets from a girl [svet/karl | day 1] Feb 25, 2023 19:18:04 GMT -5

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Post by calla on Feb 25, 2023 19:18:04 GMT -5

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He's never been one for spirituality. Things die. The ground eats away at their bones and their skin and turns them into peat, and then green things start to grow from their chests, sprouting and twisting and breathing through the muck.

The bogs breathe. A lot of people don't know that.

The sun is a ball of gas and the moon is a giant rock. It's the dirt that's really alive, three generations of algae cradled by the water and the corpses and the berries.

"Infinity is an interesting concept after all."

"Yeah, sure."

He doesn't know what that means.

Talking to her is a little like talking to the collection Keepers. She wears her pride in her posture and her surety in her stance, there's a particular set of answers she wants but Karl is too slow to keep up with them. He's out of the loop on this one, zoning out and then back in again, his attention flutters like a moth around a lamp.

The thing is he just kind of wandered over here. He didn't come for a story or a lesson or a lecture, he skirts his way around a boulder but doesn't get any closer. Svetlana can talk to whatever spirits she wants, Karl doesn't really - care?

He jabs a thumb over his shoulder, "I'm just waiting for my friends."

"Ask your questions." Svetlana tells him.

It feels like a trick.

"Uh..." Questions. "Okay,"

Questions. He can do that. He stalls a little, watching the swirls of fog and scuffing his boot in the sand.

"Are you… having fun? Y'know. So far."

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