[center][h3][color=007FFF]Indigo Afina – Arena[/color][/h3]
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Indigo strained to hear the captive's faint speech.  When she did understand what Isla said, the meaning still remained obfuscated.  Undeterred, for she couldn't imagine that she'd be selected to fight today after performing the group event, Indigo replied, [color=007FFF]”Promise?  I do not recall.  I only remember your deeds.  They do not speak highly of you.”[/color]  Frenzy Plant's premier sorceress did not particularly care to get down to brass tacks right away, and instead decided to wait while the situation unfolded.  She wanted to see what Isla would say for herself, in the minuscule chance that she might not be the monster her actions made her out to be.

[center][color=E1A95F][h3]Chester Graham – Frenzy Camp[/h3][/color]
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Chester raised an eyebrow at Ike, as if something ludicrous had slipped his lips.  Following the other man's selection, Chester stepped forward to the cart and opened an airtight box to remove a heel of still-fresh bread.  He resealed the box with one hand before taking the bread with both and pulling on it.  When he did so, the crust gave a sublime crackle, a lovely sound followed by a pleasing smell.  Once these sensations had been thoroughly enjoyed, the beastmaster popped the bread into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, working together a response to give Ike.  Not everyone in this world could think up the perfect things to say on the fly, evidently.

A few moments under the peaceful noontime sun later, Chester swallowed and began to speak.  [color=E1A95F]”It might seem lenient, but we're not forgetting about what happened.  You got what's prolly gonna be a free ride because of the...oh, what's the word?  Reber...?  Ahm, repercussions, yeah.  Repercussions of Isla's actions.  It's not crazy to think that someone would go nuts for a while after being kidnapped for a month, then shown their kidnapper face-to-face.”[/color]  Frost from the hex on the food cart has formed on Chester's goggles.  He removed them, his squint hinting at his bad eyesight, and polished them on his jacket.  With that done, he finished his thought.  [color=E1A95F]”The thing is, you can't be dangerous again.  The same excuse won't work again.  Punishing Isla is up to the S-ranks and up, not you.  If you go crazy again and hurt someone or break our stuff, you'll be held fully responsible.  And if you kill one of us...well, whoever's left will kill you.  That's why I'm not afraid of bein' alone with you.  My comrades have my back, even if I can't see them.”[/color]  He plucked at his beard.  [color=E1A95F]”I didn't mean to sound threatening, but it's the truth.  'Do unto others'...you know.  Anyway, enough of that stuff.  Is there something else you want to do?  I'll wager the duels are just about to start for today's Games.”[/color]  He pointed toward the Doma Flau in the distance.