And now the clown's looking him over. That's just fine. Then the redhead pipes up again as they all head for the door. "I dunno, but it's probably cheating to tell other people about your tribute's weak points. Oops."
Kenpachi snorts and waits to let them both go ahead. He's gotta take a minute to look over the room. There aren't a whole lot of surprises in here that he can see, though he can't quite put names to all the faces. But then, he's been a Victor for a while. Even some of these guys start blurring together after a decade or two. Eh, whatever. He heads for the dinky little station for District 11. Which is empty. Huh. He sits in one of the chairs, neither of which are remotely the right size for him. Figures.
He's just starting to grumpily poke around at the goddamn computer when there's an ominous creaking sound. Followed swiftly by a loud crack and then... Kenpachi is sitting on the floor. Oh great. "Not this shit again," he grumbles in a long-suffering way. He broke a chair last time he mentored, but they still can't get him a decent one.
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20/2/14 06:01 (UTC)Kenpachi snorts and waits to let them both go ahead. He's gotta take a minute to look over the room. There aren't a whole lot of surprises in here that he can see, though he can't quite put names to all the faces. But then, he's been a Victor for a while. Even some of these guys start blurring together after a decade or two. Eh, whatever. He heads for the dinky little station for District 11. Which is empty. Huh. He sits in one of the chairs, neither of which are remotely the right size for him. Figures.
He's just starting to grumpily poke around at the goddamn computer when there's an ominous creaking sound. Followed swiftly by a loud crack and then... Kenpachi is sitting on the floor. Oh great. "Not this shit again," he grumbles in a long-suffering way. He broke a chair last time he mentored, but they still can't get him a decent one.