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Fellah grinned broadly, he didn't even realize that the whole reason that Sempur was complimenting him (well sort of) was the fact that he was being obedient. Truth be told he didn't really realize the meaning behind his actions, the redblood was simply going through the motions of what he had guessed would please the blueblood the most. Indeed, Fellah was a troll-pleaser. He wanted nothing more than to make others happy, and perhaps gain a friend...he was a pretty pathetic troll.
The lowblood followed along after his companions as the disgruntled one dragged the frightened one behind him. He wondered just why the small female looked so apprehensive and jittery, maybe she was just really shy. Hopefully after the festivities on the way home Fellah might finally get her to speak!
He hoped this optimistically, dazing off into space as he stood behind the two bluebloods as the mountain troll wrote something on a sheet of paper. Fellah wasn't really paying much attention, instead he was too busy imagining the three of them riding in the wagon back home and talking about how much fun they had all had.
"Huh?" Fellah snapped out of his daydream, "Oh well than thanks sir," he chuckled a little, he had no idea what he was thanking him for.

[ Signing Mutuna up for Battle Royale goodness. Expect an RP post in replace of this sometime later today. ]

(oh, damnit... missed it cuz of work.. oh, well. sweatdrop

Now for a stupid long, unneeded post that I meant to put up days ago but kept getting distracted from doing so.)

Talymn's spirits sank at the moment the word 'battle' had left the new Condesce's lips. O'course she'd ask that of 'er people... it'd be weird othawise wouldn't et...? He growled mentally, looking at all the inspired faces of his fellow trolls with a hint of jealousy. He knew deep down that if he had so much as an ounce of tactical prowess in battle, he'd have been just as excited as they were. Well, wote'er... tha'll juss' make me e'en greater when I ascend t'galactic fame.

As the crowds thinned and moved towards the newly revealed coliseum, Talymn looked back over to the Drone. It hadn't budged an inch since it showed up and still kept the keytar in a tight grasp.

"... So... uh... can-"

"Grrrrrrr..."

"..." Talymn backed off again, taking in a quick breath to steel his nerves, "A-as... I was sayin'.... Seein' as the speech is o'er an' done wit'... mind 'andin' that back t'me?" The drone continued to glare down at him but otherwise didn't make any response. ".... Rrrrrrrrroit then... I'll juss'... be takin' that back... now..." He slowly reached for the instrument. The closer his hand got, the louder the growling became until it became an actual snarl. Pausing a moment, Talymn stared up at the monster-like troll before jabbing his hand out and pressing one of the keys.

Miraculously, the growling stopped and Talymn still had a hand attached tho his wrist. The Drone was looking down at the instrument with what one could call puzzlement and after a few seconds it lifted a tentative claw to press down a second key, followed by another, then another...

The rocker troll could hardly believe what he was seeing as he stepped back again with an amused smirk. "Ya like that, eh? Ha... who'd've thought... I ne'er would, tha's fer sure... Actually come t'think of et... I don't know much about the likes of ya t'begin wit'... I mean..."

He rambled on for a while longer, but after he was certain that the Drone was more interested in smashing keys, Talymn was tired of goofing off.

"Alrigh', alrigh', mate... 'ey, listen! C'mon, now! You've 'ad yer fun... le'ss juss'... 'and et back t'me now, yeh?" He reached for the keytar again but the Drone just pulled away with a growl, "Oye! Don't be like that! I've gotta be 'eadin' off an' I'm sure ya got bet'er things t'be doin'... trolls t'cull... pails t'collect... somethin' mundane like that..."

The growling grew more angry again and its grip tightened on the keytar as it turned away. It was yet another reality shattering moment. ... I don't fricken b'lieve this... I'm gettin' shanghaied by a Drone! Without another moment to spare, Talymn reached into his pocket to produce a small, blue-violet coloured circular pendant with ten different whistle pegs attached. It was his fetch-modus; a Decagon Tuning Whistle. With a sharp tweet in the key of G, the keytar disappeared from the Drone's clutches with a flash of blue-violet light and was stored safely into his sylladex. Without waiting for the Drone to finish roaring in agitation, Talymn had disappeared into the crowds.

"Minist Outill. Pleasure to make your acquaints, sir." She said, obviously mocking proper troll etiquette. She only cared about it when it could save her life, and even then she didn't really do it with full sincerity. She gauged that Zeffer didn't much care for proper etiquette dealing with the caste system either so she decided to speak with him openly (not like she hadn't been already). "This place certainly is swanky. Filled with highbloods and their froofy frivolity. No offense, of course." She hastily added the last bit. Just because she was speaking openly, didn't mean she was still wary of being culled. Plus she wasn't exactly grouping him with the likes of Frossa. "Certainly is a lot different from Chittentown. Don't have to worry about sandstorms burying you alive out here. Seems too peaceful. I wouldn't be able to stand it. Then again, if I lived here I'd probably be hunted so it wouldn't be all that peaceful." With that said she glanced around at all the surrounding trolls. So many trolls. So many colors. So many lowbloods. She couldn't help but wonder if the residents of Four Fronds had trouble restraining themselves from chasing after the same trolls they had been hunting only the night before. Then again, maybe the hunted were still hiding in the forests and didn't dare come watch the speech.

Minist shook her head, pushing away the thoughts. Boring melodrama thoughts had no place in her head. Besides, when you got down to it, she really didn't care. Four Fronds could do whatever it wanted, she was just here for the tournament. Even before she knew there was a tournament she didn't care she was going to Four Fronds. With new, exciting things on the horizon who cared what was politically correct in the destination? Returning back to the present moment she gazed at Zeffer. "Soooooo, what do you do for fun around here? Besides hunt lowbloods, of course. Like I said, I'd probably go mad with boredom here. What do you do to keep sane?" she inquired as she held her arms behind her back and rocked on her heels. Standing around so much was starting to make her antsy. She hoped the first battle would be announced soon. Then she could go watch, or even participate if it was her turn.

Alright Sarce, calm down, you can't be freaking out in front of all these people!

The Blueblood tried to get a grip on the situation. Regain at least a small air of cool, or at least just not hyperventilate! It was a bad habit really, well, tossing the word habit around like that's all it was; it was probably more then that, some natural stimuli to certain, if not all stressful circumstances. Needless to say, she was starting to get sort of light headed and she wouldn't want to faint and draw unnecessary attention to herself.

Gog she was the biggest hypocrite. Just a couple of minutes ago she wanted to embarrass Sir, even if it meant making her a prime object of gossip and unwanted consideration. She stood nervously by Sempur and Rusty over there, holding her breath and fiddling with her thumbs as a distraction. Who knew it actually worked in way.

For the moment, in any case.

She was one of the first ones to notice her. Some lady that bore a green symbol on her shirt; two intersecting diamond shapes of shorts. Accompanied with a vicious looking under bite and and rather intimidating stature. It was funny really, her natural, confident pose, upright and demanding of respect, even down to her clothing. It was like she was staring at some spitting image of Sempur himself! Only as a girl. And taller.

She could hear Sir starting to fume next to her, heard the greenblood refer to her as his Friend, and she almost laughed, if not in the most sarcastic guffaw that would ever spring from her throat. She kept it to herself, but maybe, just maybe if someone had been looking hard enough, they would of spotted the small upward curve of a small grace her face, if only for so brief of a moment.

God she felt like some sick animal, but the feeling quickly passed. She could see the challenge sparkling in Sir's eyes (although she had half a mind to let the two fight, if at all. Sempur was strong, but this lady looked quite able herself). Instead, she gave the strange troll a look of appreciation and commendation.

But she still didn't want anything serious to occur, and she surely didn't want to get caught up in the middle of it. Rather, she turned her attention to something else. Hearing the door open behind her shook her to a start, her thoughts and musings falling to the ground like newspaper clippings hung on a wall. Nervous eyes studied the paper people were crowding around, and while she didn't want to get herself involved in the crowd once again, she did wander (after making sure Sempur wasn't watching), and snuck to the outskirts of the cluster of trolls. She was fairly short, but she was able to look over the group if she stood on the tips of her toes, neck craning to read the paper.

Oh, it was just the round 1 pairings.

Oh.

Nervously sinking back down to her proper posture, her hands found each other again and started to fiddle anxiously. She didn't see who she was paired up against, but she wasn't going into that small little room. Not with a ton of trolls and those two drones in there.

Instead she approached Sempur again, swallowing before giving a quick prod to his arm, "S-Sir, I think the first round pa-pairings are posted over there.", she said in a nervous, somewhat meek voice.

It didn't dawn on her until then she probably should of just said something rather then prod at him like some neanderthal trollcestor, but she figured the news would be too important for that.

Yeah.

Zeffer grinned widely at her joke, and laughed, shoving her playfully. "You're damn right it's froofy. The only reason I live in this place is because my lusus likes it out here. To be honest, I'm out of town a lot of the time exploring other places." he said, telling a partial lie about his chosen home. It really was sort of a nice place when you needed a rest, but that was rare for Zeffer. He lit up at the mention of sandstorms. "Man it's been a long-a** time since I was in one of those. I've been meaning to go out and visit Chittentown again sometime." he blinked a little bit. "Everyone says that! They really only hunt lowbloods that have committed crimes...but I guess they still aren't friendly to the few who do live here." he combed a hand back through his 'hawk. It was sad but true. Shitty thing was that you really couldn't judge by blood. He'd had his a** kicked by lowbloods before.

"I chase storms. Wander around. Fly kites, aw yeah." he blinked a bit as he caught sight of a fellow couple bluebloods, one angry, one seemingly horrified. "Hey, another dude with a mohawk. Anyway, I love to travel. I've been meaning to go up Busthind mountain lately. Heard the snow up there is amazing this time of year." he was about to turn to watch the greenblood from earlier stalk up to Mr.Militarymohawk, but instead the doors to the coliseum were flung open and the roster was posted, grabbing his attention.

"Aw s**t, that was fast! Sweet. Hold up, I'm gonna check out who we're up against." he rushed off. Pause.

"HEY, MINIST. YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHO WE'RE FIGHTING FIRST ROUND." he cackled.

And then .... it was time to begin.