[PRP] The BFG at the ALG (Ganyma + Lutrin)

[Green Minuet]

When: After one of Ganyma's matches
Where: At the Imperious Coliseum in the Four Fronds, silly!

 

[Green Minuet]

ツ Lutrin Weesil

The Four Fronds Imperious Coliseum had the best popcorn in all of Alternia. Whenever Lutrin got a hankering, she swung by, pilfered a bag, and scooted out before anyone was any wiser. Tonight though, the noise from the crowd was particularly rambunctious. The sounds coming from further in were enticing, even if they did not sound like popcorn popping. What else could be happening in that enormous popcorn vat? Hugging her bag of popcorn close to her chest and cheeks stuffed full, Lutrin scurried through the crowd. As most trolls present were much older and much taller than herself, she went by largely unnoticed.

When Lutrin reached the giant popcorn vat she... well, first of all she realised it was not a popcorn vat at all, but an arena. In retrospect, a vat that big seemed a little excessive. More importantly though, she arrived just in time to see a big, powerful, glorious, shiny, teal masked fighter suplex an even bigger opponent over his shoulders. The man was down for the count. Lutrin gasped, and all the popcorn came tumbling out of her mouth. Jumping up and down she gave a wild cheer. She then proceeded to dump her popcorn into the arena like confetti, a celebratory gift for the victor. Stars shone in her eyes. She had found her destiny. Part two.

As the crowd around her let out a roar and a round of applause for another satisfyingly bloody fight, Lutrin scurried around the arena. At last she found what she was looking for: a door marked “STAFF ONLY”. She could count as staff for tonight! After all, she had to meet the greatest troll in all of existence. Only he could show her the way! Without hesitation, Lutrin cracked open the door and wiggled inside.

She bounced down the steps into the backstage of the coliseum. The halls were narrow there and it would be difficult to avoid detection. Sure enough, it was not long before she heard someone call out in alarm. Zipping under a grasping pair of arms, Lutrin raced down the hall, zig-zagging back and forth like a beast possessed. She filled her lungs with air. “Mister Masked Fighter!” she called. Her voice pitched with desperation. “Mister Masked Fighter, where are you?!”

Sypon