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Here's Chapter 5 for you, Enjoy.
"Wow," Feliciano managed to say as he stared out the window of the small airship they were in. They had entered the space ship hovering over Italy and Feliciano marveled at the beauty of the interior. Water poured from the round sides of the space ship into a false ocean surrounding the center of ship which was an island that was only a bit smaller than Italy. The ceiling of the ship was a screen that mimicked a purple sky with three golden moons.
The Island it's self was more impressive, a perfect mixture of nature and futuristic industry. Everything looked shiny, metal and new, anything that wasn't were living beings. They were of all shapes, sizes, colors and wore extravagant clothing and used only the latest of technology that was decades ahead of Earth's. They flew over the city (if it could even be considered one) and Feliciano stared at the scenery. As they passed a building with a large screen, he saw Matara speaking with words moving across the bottom of the screen. Feliciano, not able to hear her or read the writing that was in an alien language, had no idea why everyone stopped in their tracks and listened to what she had to say.
"We're almost there," Kabasal told Feliciano as they headed toward a large circular building. A hole appeared in the side as they flew in. After they walked out of the plane thing, kabasal led him down some halls and Feliciano gazed at the advanced architecture, technology and art. If he hadn't become a chief he was sure he would've gotten a career in the art field, his passion and talent surpassing many in his art school in college.
"I'll take you to your living quarters and you'll have two days to rest until the parade. Tomorrow I'll take you to see your stylist, Eyrion, who'll be in charge of what you'll wear for now on. Right this way," said Kabasal as he led Feliciano to a large door. He pressed a button on the wall and it disappeared. They walked in and Feliciano stared in awe at his living quarters. It seemed like one of those amazing high-class hotel rooms that only the rich and famous can get x12. Feliciano walked in slowly, looking up and noticing that the ceiling was just glass, the natural light shimmering off the shiny furniture and indoor plants.
"I'll leave you for a while, I have to go check out the other Representatives," He said before leaving. Feliciano spent that afternoon exploring the place and trying out the technology.
"What happened here?" Kabasal yelled. The room was horribly destroyed and Feliciano was trap in a corner while robotic arms were grabbing at him, hanging him in the air and flinging him around.
"Kabasal! Help me! I was hungry and trying to find the kitchen but there wasn't one and I started pressing buttons and then this happened! Help me!" Feliciano cried as he swung around in the air. Kabasal walked to the nearest wall and did some sort of beat. The arms then escaped back inside the walls and away from sight but not before cleaning up the mess they made. Feliciano then crawled away and hid behind a couch.
"I have no idea how you're going to survive out there," Kabasal stated while shaking his head. "Anyways, I was going to call you up for dinner in the main dinning hall. I'll introduce you're trainer for the games," said Kabasal as he left.
"Yay!" Feliciano said as he jumped up from behind the couch and followed Kabasal out.
"Don't touch anything," Kabasal warned as Italy looked at a sculpture in the hall. Feliciano frowned and ran to catch up the Kabasal who was already turning a corner.
"Kabasal, wait up!" He called after him. He turned the corner and fell back after bumping into someone. He looked up and screamed in horror running behind the sculpture he was looking at earlier.
Looming over to him, was an insect monster of some sort. It had the torso and face of a normal human woman (if humans had pure red insect eyes and horns as well as glowing red tattoos covering their skin) with the arms of a red praying mantis and legs to match. She (he guessed it was a she) had long red hair tied back into a ponytail that curved at the end like a stinger.
"Kabasal, help! Help!" Feliciano cried as she crawled closer to him. Kabasal ran around the corner in panic and then sighed in relief that there wasn't any real danger. He walked behind the monster and put his hand on it's shoulder.
"Really Feliciano? This is Crulocks, she's your trainer," Kabasal explained to Feliciano who then fainted.
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"A-are you okay? I'm sorry for scaring you, I forgot how closed minded you humans are," A red-haired lady said to Feliciano as he woke. Crulocks shaped out of her natural form and into a more human look but still unable to change her eyes and horns.
"H-how did you, but you looked like... and then..." Feliciano began to ask. She helped him up and smiled as she began to explain.
"I'm an Atakano, we're shape-shifters," She smiled at him and as he stood he realized how tall she was. She was at least two heads taller then him and a lot buffer too.
"I'm your trainer for the Hunger Games, in case you didn't hear when you fell over," said she.
"Hello, Crulocks," He greeted her, shaking her hand. Her fingers ended in sharp hard points, almost as if her fingers turned into nails. Feliciano would've been disturbed by this if it hadn't been for her warm smile and a look from Kabasal that let him know she could be trusted.
"Hey Kabasal, what are you?" Feliciano asked, realising Kabasal never told him what alien race he was.
"I'm a Victaite," said he and nothing more. He didn't like talking much about his race, considering how they play out in society.
"Well we should head to dinner now," Kabasal mentioned to them as he lead the way. He led to a large white room with a golden table stretching across it, food elegantly laid out and kept warm.
"Wow, finally, I'm starving," Feliciano cheered as he sat down on the nearest chair and got ready to serve himself a little of everything, until he got a better look of the food. The center piece was a large reptilian bird with strangely colored fruits and vegetables surrounding it. Many of the foods looked like everyday human dinners at first glance but if you look for more than a few seconds you realize that certain meats are certain colors they shouldn't be or have certain appendages that shouldn't be there. Feliciano lost his appetite a bit when he notice a jello like cake crawl away behind a large orange and purple fruit.
"Uh, I never seen food like this before," Feliciano stated trying to be polite but screaming inside when the fish-like thing on a plate near him blinked.
"Don't worry, we checked to make sure we're serving you food that agrees well with your digestive system," Kabasal assured him as he sat down across from him, stabbing a fork like knife into the jello creature ad stuffing it in his mouth, Feliciano hearing a quite scream from the jello thing as Kabasal ate it, washing it down with a crackling and sparking drink.
Feliciano tried to copy Kabasal and stab a jello monster thing, failing as he missed and it crawls onto him.
"AAHH! Get it off! Get it off!" Feliciano begin to cry as it grew and wrapped itself around his arm. Crulocks sighed irritatedly while Kabasal pinched his nose bridge in disappointment at the waste of such good food. Crulocks then stabbed at it, the thing squealing in response. It then shrunk and she stuffed it in her mouth.
"I suggest you eat the foods that stay still, the moving ones might be to advance for you," A voice called from behind him.
He turned and saw a tall lean man walking down the stairs and heading to them. He had short blond hair that was gelled up at the front. Earings were peirced into his tall pointed ears that wore earphones. His large dragonfly-like wings and angled eyes helped complete his fairy/elf-like look.
His shiny gold vest glinted red a bit as he caught a flying firey puffball that escaped from the dinner table. He ripped it in two and ate the meat inside, in a way not to different from a person breaking open crabs.
"Feliciano, this is Eyrion. Eyrion this is Feliciano," Kabasal introduced them. They shook hands and Eyrion sat beside him, snatching a jello monster from Feliciano's plate. "He's your stylist, he'll be in charge of what you wear from now on," Kabasal informed Feliciano.
"Yeah, that's right. I suggest you get a lot of sleep after this because I'm waking you early tomorrow to prepare for the parade. I already got your outfit ready and everything, it's going to be great," Eyrion said, eating more food that crawled off Feliciano's plate. How the hell would he know which ones don't move?
"You got the easy job, I have to train him for battle," Crulocks complained a bit, not having much patience for a teacher.
"Oh, he's dead then. Sorry dude but if you can't even put up a fight against a Wagtogler then there's no way you can beat any of them," said Eyrion.
"A Wagawhata?" Feliciano asked, too puzzled at the weird name to be upset about Eyrions statement.
"The jelly things," Eyrion explained.
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"What the hell is that thing?!" Ludwig exclaimed as he fought the over grown Wagtogler.
"It's food! How in the world did you get it to get that big?" His Representative asked. Ludwig looked around for a weapon and spotted some over-sized knife-like sporks. He then grabbed them both and stabbed at the thing, tearing pieces off as he fought it. Finally it shrunk into a tiny cake like form and Ludwig smashed it with his fist. His trainer sighed in annoyance.
"How can you expect me to train someone who can't even properly eat a Wagtogler?" He complained. "I doubt any of the other trainers have to deal with this."
83 tributes ended up in similar situations and thus the Circle Order began having doubts about their plan.
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