[b]She wasn’t surprised in the very slightest. She knew exactly what she was in for, and kept smiling, even when the bullets slammed into her tiny frame. It blew her into several tiny chunks, red hunks of meat going going everywhere. Bit of intestine here, bit of jawbone there. There was possibly even a bit of brain matter in them, considering the rounds were explosive. All-in-all, it tore her to shreds. But Frisky wasn’t done yet, very far from it. The next time he’d blink, or look away, or literally anything, Frisky would be standing there. She looked exactly as she had before, but looked a little upset. He’d knocked over the chairs, destroying hers entirely. Worse yet, he got blood all over the snacks.[/b] “Dude! Come on! You could’ve at least shot me with a lower caliber... You got me all over the snacks... Man... I was gonna eat those!” [b]She suddenly takes a pill from seemingly nowhere, and puts it in her mouth, swallowing. She began to feel euphoria like before, and calmed down. She swayed back and forth a little bit, stumbling and falling flat on her face. She giggles, and looks back up at him with a smile.[/b] “Heeeeeeeeey!”

[i]It took the Initiate a minute to register what he'd just witnessed. He'd expected something to occur, given her nonchalantness and general open attitude, but this was not it at all.[/i] [b]Still,[/b] [i]he thought to himself,[/i] [b]better that she just resets or regenerates as she is then her turning into some monster or activating some hidden power.[/b] [i]Shrugging, he decided to set himself to seeing how many times she could do this, loosing another three explosive rounds at her center mass, even as she greeted him again.[/i]

[b]Once again, it splattered her like someone had planted a bomb in her chest. This time, however, her head stayed mostly intact. It had that same dumb smile on it the entire time, even when it hit the ground. At the point it hit the ground, however, Frisky was already back. She looked a little more upset this time, like she was slightly more annoyed than before. She looked over at the trees, then her corpse, then back at the Initiate.[/b] “Dude! You’re making a mess! Just shooting me isn’t gonna work, silly!” [b]She smiles again, looking up at him with a look of joy. She seemed... Erratic, to say the very least.[/b] “C’mon, let’s just sit down and enjoy the fire! The whole reason I entered this was to meet people!”

[i]Looking down on the curiosity that was the undying woman, Genral contemplated his options for a moment. He could continually kill her until time ran out and one of them was declared the victor, or he could save the ammunition and effort, enjoying the fire and learning more about this mystery person. Relenting, he reloaded the magazine, slotting six explosive round into the metallic cartridge to replace those which he'd wasted already, taking the munitions from a pouch on the upper right portion of his chest armor. Slinging the Staff back over his head and letting the strap take on its weight over his chest, he moved to the log seat to her left, squatting down onto the seat with some caution to his movements. Sighing, he looked to the woman and noticed her features for the first time, stilling his movements a time as he took it in. Then, he spoke, his voice that of either a young or middle-aged man, most likely in his late thirties from the pitch and tone of the voice.[/i] "[b]I am Genral, Initiate of the Armamentarium Clerics and Squire to Saint Kenan of the same order. I apologize for the mess, but I'd believed this would be bloody work from the get-go, and did not expect any amicability or friendliness from any I'd encounter in here. "And what might your name be, Madame?[/b]"

[b]Frisky walked around for a second, looking for a place to sit. She ended up just sitting beside him, with no chair. Kinda already destroyed it, but she didn’t mind much. She smiles up at him again.[/b] “Well, I don’t know my real name, but people call me Frisky! Or do I call myself that...? I dunno, but it’s what my friends call me, so just call me that!” [b]Her chipper ness had not died down at all, if anything it had heightened. She was happy that he’d decided to sit down and talk with her, that is what she’d signed up for the tournament for.[/b] “And don’t worry about it! I knew I’d be blown or ripped apart a couple times! That happens even when I’m not doing anything like a tournament! I guess people just don’t like how happy I am... Oh well! It’s nice to meet you!” [b]She sticks a hand up to where he is.[/b] “Don’t don’t worry that I’m tricking you or something, I can’t even lift up a bucketful Of water! I’m really weak, and I don’t have any weapons! Unless you count drugs as weapons. I have a loooooooooot of those!”

"[b]Depends on the drug, really.[/b]" [i]Says he as he graciously accepts the hand, shaking it firmly, yet gentle enough for her arms. When they release their grips, he stands and moves behind the log he'd so rudely seated himself on without considering his new acquaintance, throwing the thing into the fire with a crash of splintering, ashen wood collapsing to the forest floor. Sitting on the earth next to her, he chuckled lightly as he pondered the roaring flames.[/i] "[b]...do you know any songs, Madame? Any befit for a campfire, at least. I have a few, but I'd like to hear yours first, if you wouldn't mind.[/b]"

“Uh... Nope! I grew up in Korea, we don’t really do camping up there. It’s more sitting in an apartment that barely fits one person, let alone your family of four, and crying yourself to sleep at night under your crippling debt!” [b]She giggles for a moment, paying no heed to how real and sad her own words were. She smiles up at him again, taking her hand back to her side. [/b] “Also, I have literally any drug at all! From pot to nerve gas, I have it all! You can have some if you want!” [b]She pulls a roll up of some point, and lights it. She takes a puff.[/b]

"[b]Fair enough.[/b]" [i]A rumbling is heard as he clears his throat, and he begins to sing, his voice melodious and surprisingly adept in its cadence.[/i] "[b]Ohhhhh, old man, Michael Finnigan, He grew whiskers on his chinnigan, The wind blew them off, and they grew thin again, Poor old Michael Finnigan Begin-Again.[/b]" [i]He looked to her.[/i] "[b]Pretty simple, that one. Just repeat, each time you get a bit faster.[/b]" [i]The man tends to speak lightly, sing loudly before the roaring flames. A moment passes, and he prepares the next song.[/i] "[b]Here's a fun one: "In Heaven, there is no beer, That's why we drink it here, And when we're gone from here, All our friends will be drinking all our beer.[/b]" [i]He finishes, turning to her and nodding questioningly, an inquiry as to her judgement on the music.[/i]

[b]As soon as he had stopped, he heard her clapping. She had put the lit roll up in her mouth, letting the smoke leak out the corners of her mouth. She was half-smiling, the other half holding what was presumably some time of marijuana or similar plant. She stood up now, going over to the table. She squealed in delight when she set upon it. The snacks had regenerated, the blood-soaked ones replaced with newer ones. She grabbed a bowl of some type of chip, and walked back over to him. She put the bowl between the two of them, and took the joint from her lips, puffing out some more smoke. It was an impressively long stream this time.[/b] “They redid the snacks! Isn’t that great! Now I can slake my drug-fueled hunger and self-loathing with food instead of more drugs!” [b]She picked up a potato chip, and ate it.[/b]

"[b]Indeed.[/b]" [i]He declined the snacks, preferring instead to hum a merry toon and enjoy the warmth of the flame through his armor and clothing.[/i] "[b]Hmmhmmhmmmmmhmmhmmhmhmhmhmmhmmmm...far over...the Misty Mountains cold....to dungeons deep...and caverns old. We must away....ere break of day...to find our long...forgotten gold...[/b]" [i]Genral continued to hum through the rest of the tune, about three minutes of bass thrumming coming from his chest cavity. Upon finishing, the Initiate looked over to the woman.[/i] "[b]I have a joke for you, my new friend. I must warn you...it is a longer one.[/b]"