"Arena?" Logan was far removed from the days of gladiatorial combat and despite his age, had never even seen such a thing. Arenas were the sorts of things that were often used to name hockey or football stadiums searching for more interesting names. He didn't think of her as much of a sports person. Besides, he'd never much liked Toronto anyway. It was barely distinguishable from America.
"Never cared for the capitol. Their team is bullshit."
"Listen lady, I'm real pleased you feel that way. But people've been tryin' to kill me for years. Ain't any of 'em ever made it stick." It was only too easy for a man to have no fear of death when not only was he nearly immortal, but when he was also not all that worried about offending lawyers by mocking their favorite sport.
"It's Effie." She didn't like being called 'lady'. People in the Capitol felt that term was so out-of-touch. "And I promise to keep you safe. They won't touch anyone who's with me."
Well...she couldn't guarantee that, but at least she could talk MOST people out of it.
What Effie was, at that moment, was struck with terror. It was automatic and very soon her practiced sheen of cheer would gloss over any sign of it, but the sight of a vessel that was very probably filled with peacekeepers triggered it.
"They're here for me. For us," she corrected. "They'll be pleased I found them a moose." Was there uncertainty in her voice? Uncertainty could be dangerous. "So pleased," she corrected herself with more surety. She clutched his elbow spasmodically and corrected herself again: "They will be overjoyed that I have found such a wonderful specimen of moose."
Either that or they'd both be tortured and tossed into the Arena as an impromptu entertainment for President Snow. But why on earth would that happen?
The ship did not land, but it did lower a platform from which two armor clad men descended. Neither of them had a look that made them particularly friendly looking. Having spent years dealing with SHIELD, Logan was none too impressed.
"I sure hope they ain't lookin' fer a real moose," Logan commented as he stepped past her. With a snikt, a pair of metal claws emerged from either hand. "Cuz I sure as hell ain't going anywhere with them."
His brilliant plan to cut them down to size was brought to a quick and excruciating end when the ship itself suddenly filled the air around them with a thick gas. The two armored men were unhampered due to their breathing apparatuses. Although Effie's moose lasted long enough to reach the two, his wits and body had slowed too much to avoid the heavy fist that came crashing into his skull.
Not sure where this should jump to -- Arena? Prison? Still on ship? You choose.
The next thing Effie knew, she was waking up with a pounding headache. She had no idea where she was; only that she couldn't seem to move any part of her body or even lift her head.
She groaned and was relieved that she could at least do that much.
When Logan finally woke again, it was on the ship's brig. He was strapped into his seat and his arms had been cuffed together so tightly that even with his claws extended, he could do little more than cut slivers into his shoulders. Much as he might have wanted to escape, he was not about to cut himself open without first determining what was going on. The two soldiers were not present and it seemed they had the room to themselves. He could see Effie across from him, though she seemed to be out.
Never ever pay for a woman's drink.
He nudged her with his foot. "Nap time's over. You got some serious explainin' to do."
"Effie." Logan leaned in as far as his restraints would go. If looks could kill, his eyes would have been cannons. "You got some real 'splaining to do."
His eyes were so scary. That alone roused her from the gas-induced stupor and she stood, wobbling, before him. They hadn't seen fit to tie her down, apparently.
"It's all a mistake." She was annoyed that her speech was still slurred. And why on earth was she patting him on the head like that? "All mistake, Moose. Surely they will free us soon as they know mooseness of you."
No, no no no no. All those words were wrong. She hunted the cell for water.
"I don't know what the hell this is all about, but I ain't a moose. What the hell is wrong with you?"
He had indulged her in this weird moose obsession up until the point it had gotten him restrained and abducted. Now he was in no mood for games and he was certainly not going to keep entertaining this game of being a moose. He didn't even have antlers.
"You're....not?" If her face wasn't pale before, it was now. The color drained even from her lips. If she could have seen herself, Effie would have been horrified: the wig was gone -- probably knocked off in the tussle below. The makeup was mostly smeared away. And her clothes were torn up. The Peacekeepers weren't too fond of Capitol bigwigs.
But most of all, Effie was horrified at what she done, both to herself and him. She'd doomed them both to death.
It did nothing to make her more attractive (though he was glad to see the wig gone), but she looked more human at least. Logan did not take kindly to seeing anyone mistreated, though there was little he could do about it presently.
"You can ease up on the apologizing. Who are these people? Why do they want a moose?"
"They want one for their Games," she tried to explain. But Effie had a rather sinking realization that they actually did NOT want one for that purpose. They'd wanted one for her. They'd set her up to fail.
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"Never cared for the capitol. Their team is bullshit."
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Well...she couldn't guarantee that, but at least she could talk MOST people out of it.
"But I can't have you being careless!"
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That was the moment the capitol ship flew overhead. It seemed as though Logan would, in fact, be going somewhere with her.
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"They're here for me. For us," she corrected. "They'll be pleased I found them a moose." Was there uncertainty in her voice? Uncertainty could be dangerous. "So pleased," she corrected herself with more surety. She clutched his elbow spasmodically and corrected herself again: "They will be overjoyed that I have found such a wonderful specimen of moose."
Either that or they'd both be tortured and tossed into the Arena as an impromptu entertainment for President Snow. But why on earth would that happen?
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"I sure hope they ain't lookin' fer a real moose," Logan commented as he stepped past her. With a snikt, a pair of metal claws emerged from either hand. "Cuz I sure as hell ain't going anywhere with them."
His brilliant plan to cut them down to size was brought to a quick and excruciating end when the ship itself suddenly filled the air around them with a thick gas. The two armored men were unhampered due to their breathing apparatuses. Although Effie's moose lasted long enough to reach the two, his wits and body had slowed too much to avoid the heavy fist that came crashing into his skull.
Not sure where this should jump to -- Arena? Prison? Still on ship? You choose.
The next thing Effie knew, she was waking up with a pounding headache. She had no idea where she was; only that she couldn't seem to move any part of her body or even lift her head.
She groaned and was relieved that she could at least do that much.
idk I'm winging it! let's go for the ship
Never ever pay for a woman's drink.
He nudged her with his foot. "Nap time's over. You got some serious explainin' to do."
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Oh no."
It was probably not the most encouraging response he could have gotten.
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"It's all a mistake." She was annoyed that her speech was still slurred. And why on earth was she patting him on the head like that? "All mistake, Moose. Surely they will free us soon as they know mooseness of you."
No, no no no no. All those words were wrong. She hunted the cell for water.
"Need water."
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He had indulged her in this weird moose obsession up until the point it had gotten him restrained and abducted. Now he was in no mood for games and he was certainly not going to keep entertaining this game of being a moose. He didn't even have antlers.
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But most of all, Effie was horrified at what she done, both to herself and him. She'd doomed them both to death.
"I'm sorry. I'm....oh, no."
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"You can ease up on the apologizing. Who are these people? Why do they want a moose?"
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"I still don't know what one is..."