CAPTAIN HARPOON VS. DIGITAMOLE. {▲von Day 3}

No nonsense voice
Talking
Doing
Deep thought
Hearing
Singing

The anthem had come once again in the night. The sky had lit up with the sounds and colours of life outside of the games, and stared up at the sky that would have been star-adled back home, but was taken up by dead kid's faces here. She didn't recognize any of the faces personally. Sure, she had seen them all walking around the training center learning, and working. Seen them sitting at dinner, eating quietly. She could recall the fact that they probably had families at some point. She was pretty sure she had one of those too. Or as far as she could remember at least. Sometimes it was difficult to say if she had one, or if that had just been a dream, the time before the games, and all she had known was death. Each day seemed so long and arduous, it was such a challenge. Sometimes it felt pointless, just to keep moving.

The night had been just as long and terrible as the one before. The only thing that had made it a tiny bit better was that Cain had decided to wrap himself up just under her head, moving with her every time she relocated to unbury herself. She didn't know really why the snake had chosen her as a companion, but it left her glad. She didn't want to be alone anymore. Besides, she had told herself that if she really needed to, she could eat the snake. Although she still had rotten leg, the snake also seemed content with foraging, and would disappear at odd times only to come back slower and calmer than before. It was a rather large thing, and it needed a lot of nourishment. So she had taken to cutting pieces off of the disgusting flesh and giving it to Cain. It didn't help her need for nourishment however. At one point, she had gone to drink water, went so far as to raise the jug to her lips, before she realized the stupidity of it and quickly lowered the container. If she wanted to drink this water, she would have to find a way to purify it.

And still the faces of the dead, all of them, flashed through her mind, over and over, like a video stuck on repeat. Then the looks, the ones in their eyes, would come. Staring out at her, the two she had killed. The ones she had attacked, and the lives she had taken. It was as if they had buried themselves in her mind, instead of the ground where they belonged. And she could lie there for hours, waiting for sleep, but only seeing them. All the time, they crawled through her head, keening and calling, asking, and dying. Over and over, they died. It would only stop when she touched the tip of her right hand's pointer finger to the harpoon's end, drawing blood. Only then would the faces leave her, and only in those moments did she understand, only for a single moment, why Riley's body looked like a knife thrower's cutting board.

It was warm today, the effort needed to keep her moving had caused sweat to form. While she was walking, it had dripped down over her eyelids, and it was mixed with red. She thought she had been hit, so she reached a hand up, but it turned out it was just the dried blood from other people's injuries, so she had brought her hand to her mouth and licked it. It was delicious. There was a taste of iron, and salt, mixed with that small bit of water that she needed. But what she had liked best was the iron, and in that it told her that she needed some food and water quickly. Either that, or she could simply let herself become crazy, and kill, eat, and kill some more. Who could really judge her. She could.

Avon, she had always been her. She had been the strong one, the girl able to stand there resolute after a brick wall had just hit her. She was the girl able to take anything without a look of shock. Where was Avon Lightwood now? Where was the girl who could take this misery and tuck it away into nothing. Lost maybe. Maybe she had let herself be buried in the sand. When Avon had stopped a second ago, she had slipped her skin off and left it behind. Slipping to the ground, she dug her right hand into the shifting sand, trying to dig herself out, stabbing her left hand, her harpoon into the ground quickly after, but hitting off something solid. Stilling, she reached behind her, harpoon hand still down there, and stabbed Lamp down into the sand.

Avon attacks the digitamole using her voulge.
[dice=200+13000]
Severed Right Foot at Ankle -- 9.0 damage

She definitely hit something, she could feel the slice of flesh against the metal, reverberating up through her arm.

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