Niflhel's arms crossed as Myrkvior tried to hand him a plate. His brow was lofted and he had a serious look on his face. As if he was there to be a servant, he was running the event. The juice cup on the table also gained a response of his brow lofting.
He wasn't quite sure what to say and at the moment he wasn't sure what would be an appropriate action. He also watched the plate be set on the judges table when he didn't take it. "I'm sorry, the judges table is not your dinner table Ma'am. If you would please, take your food elsewhere, surely there's another free table; despite you're lateness, that you can sit the food on." Yes he'd seen you come in late.
He paused, "I'd rather you not clog up the line because there are more people behind you to collect their things. Which they simply can't do if you're using our table as a dinner table." His tone was completely deadpan serious and the look on his face, well Sutai would probably be telling him to cheer up or something in a few minutes.
He had spoken quietly to this point, in which he turned to address the crowd. "If anyone has any questions feel free to ask me them now before we get started. You can still ask questions later, but chances for asking me directly may become slim as we continue on."
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 1:42 pm
While Sessrumnir and Lyceum were busy giving one another appreciative glances, Palatine was silently fuming to herself and wondered how in the world anyone could use knighthood as an opportunity to check out other people. Palatine hadn't thought she took this whole being a knight thing seriously enough, but as she looked between these two she began to feel a little better about her responses to her life as a page.
Or maybe she was just really freaking uptight after all.
Fortunately, the guy who seemed to have been the one to organize this whole thing—ugh, had he even been born when Legends of the Hidden Temple first aired?—went about splitting them into groups, and Palatine was then presented with a means of escape.
She was incredibly thankful she hadn't been paired up with Sessrumnir. She'd actually like to be able to enjoy this, and she couldn't do that with him acting smug and making evasive comments about his “brothers.”
“Oh, looks like none of us've been paired together. Shame,” she said, but didn't sound terribly upset at all.
Not that she knew anything about other Lyceum than what she'd managed to observe in the last couple of minutes—which was hardly anything. For all she knew, they could have had a good time of it. But Palatine had already been rubbed the wrong way by all the inappropriate glances, and was glad to have an reason to excuse herself before it became even more awkward.
“Well, I should probably go find my partner. It was nice meeting you. Good luck and all,” she continued, edging away to grab her jersey so she could go ahead and pull it on to cover up the horrid pink of her page outfit. She ended up losing her hat in the process, but couldn't say she was too terribly torn up about it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 2:40 pm
Sessrumnir grinned in amusement at Palatine’s response, wondering if he’d really upset her by his innocent introduction to Lyceum. Surely she couldn’t be too offended! She knew him well enough by this point to know what to expect.
He winked once more to Lyceum, before turning to follow the others to the front, close enough to overhear Niflhel’s scolding of the late-to-arrive Page. ”Ma’am?? What are you, sixty? You must be from the deep south like Georgia or something,” Sessrumnir laughed as he approached the front to get his jersey and the totem for himself and Delphi, giving Niflhel a jovial pat on the shoulder as he passed, followed by a good spirited laugh. Ah! To be young again and give too many ******** over something that was supposed to create bonds of fellowship between them!
Even if he ended up falling into the moat, his spirits refused to be dampened!
Along with his jersey and the totem, he picked up the plate and cup that had been set down by the Jupiter girl before someone had a fit, flashing her a grin and a wink as he moved out of the way. “I like your fours’,” he said, giving her a quick look over, hoping she would understand the reference. He placed her plate and cup on a table, making sure she saw where it was left, before turning to seek out the partner he’d otherwise ignored. “Oy, Delphi! We’re the Orange Iguanas!” They would always be Iguanas to him — a child of the 90s — regardless of who may or may not confuse them for Lizards.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 3:01 pm
"Maia’s great, I’ve known her for a long time," Valhalla promised reassuringly to Pompeii with a warm smile. He considered Maia one of his good friends, and hoped she knew how much he cared for her.
He opened his mouth to chat some more about the show with Falias, but it seemed as though everything was starting to fall into place and the games were getting ready to begin. Valhalla couldn’t help but let out a small breath of disappointment when he wasn’t made a Silver Snake, but was glad to hear a few other familiar names being called to get their jerseys.
“Oh, sorry!” he quickly apologized when Pompeii was made a Green Monkey, looking to her in embarrassment. “I really don’t have anything against the Green Monkeys! I swear I was just joking about it!” Hopefully she wouldn’t be too disheartened by his comment about how they never won. How would he know, anyway? He didn’t sit there and take a tally of who won and who didn’t during the re-runs he’d seen as a child!
He wasn’t too upset when his name was called, flashing a smile to the other three he’d been standing with. “DCU’s other color. Works for me. Good luck, Tigers!” he said with a small laugh as he went towards the stage to retrieve his jersey and meet up with a knight whose name he’d never heard before.
Valhalla stood off to the side, waiting to see who else went up to get a Purple Parrot jersey, before approaching the young woman with an outstretched hand. “Themiscyra?” he asked, his smile bright, excited to meet his teammate. “Valhalla. It’s nice to meet you!”
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Pompeii barely got a chance to say hello to Falias or Dallol before the guys leading the event called for attention. She was in the second group, the green monkeys, and the team that never won in the show. With a sigh and a shrug, Pompeii headed up to the main table, collected her jersey and headed back to the group to wish them good luck. She slipped the shirt over her blouse and made a face as she had to fish the trailing sleeves of her purple blouse out of the green jersey. Talk about a color clash.
With a laugh soft at Valhalla Pompeii murmured, "Well this time might be different. We shall see," before heading off to find the other green monkey. It didn't take long to spot the flash of green and she went up to the young lady(Sutai). Again the color clash between the blue outfit and the green shirt was glaring. "Hi, it looks like we might be the underdogs today." Pompeii stuck her hand out in greeting, they were partners and no matter how much she was shy and a bit hesitant in this situation, the sooner the pleasantries were done the sooner strategizing could be worked on. Pompeii could only hope that the other knight knew more about the show then she did. She didn’t want to lose. Pompeii wanted to show that her training was being put to good use.
Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 5:31 pm
It didn't seem long before Niflhel started to announce the pair ups.
After all their talk about the Green Monkeys not winning it seemed that Pompeii was to be a Green Monkey, along with a girl called Sutai.
"Good luck" he said as she walked up to the front to collect her jersey and totem from up front.
Two more pairs were announced and then Falias found that it was his turn. As it turned out he didn't have far to go to find his partner for this thing as he'd been chatting to her.
After wishing Valhalla luck too, he gone to retrieve his totem and jersey from up front, turning to Dallol once the pairs were gven some time to chat to their respective partners "Looks like you're right" he agreed cheerfully. "We got a neat name too" at least Falias personally thought the name that they had been assigned was pretty neat - after all they could have landed up with the Pink Butterflies name, Falias rather thought he would prefer being a Green Monkey over a Pink Butterfly.
Niflhel's brow lofted when Sessrumnir called him sixty. "I was raised by my grandfather." He said, completely placid. "Things tend to rub off, and certain amounts of respect are at least hoped for and appreciated."
He knew that probably he should prove himself before he hoped for too much respect but he could at least want to keep the judges' table some what sanctioned away from food. Least he start nibbling on the snacks Polaris and the other helpers that could cook had brought.
He shrugged softly, "Crumbs and smudges don't make for good scoring sheets anyways." He'd already found that out when signing the letters he'd sent out.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 6:40 pm
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*got so far behind ugh!*
Sutai, sipping daintily at her drink, didn't know what to think about being a monkey. Sure, she was very good at bouncing (for she was doing just that right now) but didn't think she was suited for gangly, let alone green.The dark skinned girl frowned for a bit before meeting her fellow partner-in-crime, Pompeii. The Page was met with a warm smile and lots of jingling from a bouncy Squire.
"Underdog?" said she, sighing at the thought of having to wear green over her lovely attire. "No no, undermonkey! We'll just... you know, win with dignity. And that means no throwing poo." With a decisive nod, Sutai thought she had everything planned out. "We'll make a battle plan, a strategy and then... then we try our best. Because when we're all done, we can take off these awful green jerseys, huh? I mean, I know I don't look good in green unless Mama makes me wear it..."
A very, very large portion of Danika's brain was trying to not see this whole thing as an impromptu cosplay convention. The mass of varying cloths, dazzling accessories, and glint of metal refused to leave the fashion student in peace. Her hands curled at her sides, itching to reach out and investigate if some of the designs were as complex as they seemed. What were they made of? Were age-old stitching--or lack there of--used to fit the pieces together, or were they more modern techniques? How much wore actual, functional armor? Or were they going by fantasy standards here? 'Ye who wears less takes less damage.'
Considering she was loitering near the door in high heels and a dress due to a rather late arrival, she probably had a nice leg up on the competition if they were going the slinky route.
The young woman was content to linger on the edge of the gathering, red eyes taking in each figure curiously. Not quite the Justice League, but hey. Still pretty fun to watch. Lifting a hand to fiddle with her chain earring, her lips twitched as she once again reminded herself was technically a part of this... group. Sort of. In... theory? Her eyes roamed. No red. Almost every other color under the rainbow was in fine form here, and she could easily pick up some repetitive swatches. Yet red was dominant in only her attire, least from what she could tell. Closest came the purple-garbed lot.
Her chest rose and deflated. Danika had had her fingers crossed on finding another one like her here. They were all alike, sort of, right? Knights? She just wore a lot of red and had the Mars symbols. Of course, it was equally hard to miss how so many of the others carried... stuff. Her finger looped in the hanging chain of her earring. She could still learn though. That had been another main draw to this place when she'd received the invitation. As of yet, she'd yet to meet another like her, another Knight. What better time to get a crash course, pick some brains?
When the man up front started to call names, Danika was unable to stop the snickers at some of those names. Okay, definitely not Justice League... more like Xiaolin Showdown. It took her a moment to realize through her somewhat muffled laughter--her hand had long since moved to clamp over her mouth--that the silver-spiked-purple guy had called her place. Er. Wonder. Name. Name, name, right. Themiscyra. It took her another moment to realize the guy moving forward to grab the totem and jerseys had to be her teammate. Oops.
Themiscyra's heels clacked and clinked against the ground as she hurried forward. Though not without a few more judging looks and scans at more of the outfits as she passed them. Someone please tell her this wasn't a convention. Please. It was too convincing otherwise. Her apparent partner wasn't helping her case. He had a cape-- well so did Silver-Spike. But this guy looked like he should be teaming up with Thor, throwing around a battle axe. Or, if she went by his place-name, offering everyone amazing drinks and kick-a** battle stories. His charming smile was met by a wide grin of her own, silver bracer glinting in the light as she clasped the offered hand.
It was incredibly hard to rip her eyes away from the plate arm guards he wore. What were they made of... "Pleasure to meet you as well, Valhalla," was the automatic response, even if her gaze took a moment to catch up to her manners and actually move to his face. Then began the challenge of keeping herself from staring at the headgear. Instead, her lips pursed, flickering between her rather simplistic outfit and his very... not. "Have you... um... been doing this a while?" Call it a hunch... Batman always got the better gear and more detailed apparel than Robin, after all. He also had a great deal of useful information to occasionally share.
Another attribute about their appearances caught her, bringing forth a new spout of snickers. "Huh. I'll be. We're the Christmas team." He certainly had enough sparkling odds and ends to make stocking stuffers proud. Fixing her gaze on the totem, she couldn't help but feel her dubbed name was more entertaining than Purple Parrots. "At least purple doesn't completely clash with red or green... usually," she amended to herself, picking up one of the jerseys and holding it against her dress.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:51 pm
There were a few moments that he didn’t catch her interest — curiosity? — in his apparel, but the second it dawned on him that she was inspecting his strange outfit, Valhalla flushed. Of all the things he could possibly be self-conscious about, it had to be what he wore. Figures. It wasn’t as though he’d asked to be decked out in so many oddities... it just kind of happened.
“Uh... a couple years,” he responded with an increasingly awkward looking grin as the handshake was broken and he immediately reached up to remove the helmet in question.
Or maybe it would have been better kept on. He had no idea how his almost too-shaggy hair looked once the headpiece had been removed and tucked under an arm, both for safekeeping and to free up his hands and unclasp the filigree pin that kept the cape around his shoulders.
“It would be hard to get the shirt on, otherwise,” he mumbled a sheepish, half-hearted explanation to his partial disrobing. The rest of the outfit stayed in place, but he’d have to find a corner or closet to toss the articles of clothing that would just... disappear once he powered down... so there really wasn’t any point in being so careful with them.
The tension he felt upon having his outfit scrutinized faded as Themiscyra laughed and pointed out their colors. Her good natured humor was infectious and Valhalla found himself relaxing as she spoke.
“Are you... new?” he cautioned an assumption, not knowing enough about colors to... not sound like an idiot, but he appreciated her optimism about not clashing too horribly. “I’ve only met one other Mars knight,” he shared, glancing around the crowd before shaking his head, “But I don’t think he’s here... unless he helped organize this. I seem to recall him waving around a feather duster at a youma.” The memory brought a grin to his face, but it was a shallow one that didn’t reach his otherwise bright golden eyes. He hadn’t seen Red Cliff in... months... maybe over a year... Valhalla could only hope nothing had happened to him.
Any unease Valhalla might have felt or displayed was, for the time being, lost to Themiscyra. There was far too much to distract her--the fashion, the intricate designs, her personal comparisons of the gathered to comics--for her to catch the nuances of human social behavior. She at least had the sense of mind to keep her hands to herself for the time being, despite the urge to pluck the headgear from his hands to see if she could investigate its design details.
A humming sound buzzed from between her lips though hearing his time on the field. "Couple years must be worth the kickass outfit," she mused. Danika had long since explored every inch of her own outfit. It had received an even higher level of scrutiny than she gave anyone else in the room--Valhalla just had the misfortune of being closest to her at the moment, allowing her a better look. She made no comment towards his hair, or as he pulled off the cape. In fact, his commentary drew her back a little to the present. Stepping forward, she lifted her hands in silent offer to hold the articles so he could pull the shirt on. "I'm a fashion student, so I'd probably have to hit you if I saw pieces like that on the ground," was her chipper explanation.
The magic of the outfits had yet to even occur to her. All she recognized was what a shame it'd be for the interesting article to get dirty.
His question had at first only received a shrug and nod. "You're the first knight I've spoken to, unless you count responding to the invite to come here." In her mind, that spoke volumes of how new she was. Surely with so many others, someone who'd spent a reasonable amount of time in the guises would have met at least one other... er. Member.
Ah. What a terrific way to drag Danika away from fashion in a whole-hearted snap. Mention another Mars knight. "You mean I'm not the only one?" Themiscyra's attention zeroed in on wherever Valhalla's gaze went, hoping for a split moment he'd locate this other. No such luck, and her shoulders visibly sunk. Only for her expression to sour to hear he had a feather duster. "Mars: home of the housekeeping and fashion advice warriors." Did they all have such dinky... "weapons"? Man. She'd never question Birdarangs again. Least he could wave something beyond an earring at a youma though. Points to him. "Still... I'll have to keep an eye out for this guy. Red Cliff, right?"
Looking again to Valhalla's gear, then glancing to her own jersey, her eyes trained up at Niflhel. "Hey, do you have a place for us to store some of our stuff? Or is Pack Mule race part of the games?" She meant that as a joke, though it didn't occur to her a few laughing words might not fully convey this. Looking at him, trying to resist calling him 'Silver Spike' openly, she grappled for the name on the invitation she'd seen. Missing introductions had apparently not been a good start for her on this. "Um... Nephilim, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 9:07 pm
There was a deadpan silence when he heard he was being addressed and his name wasn't his name at all.... after a few moments of serious face he raised a hand to his temple and being to massage it. He didn't know how Polaris did this sort of thing.
"It's Niflhel." He addressed the page not even wanting to touch what she'd called him. He'd probably preferred a super hero name to that. In all seriousness he looked at the items Val had taken off, "Glad to see you could make it Valhalla," He was paying attention as they moved when their names were called though he'd run into Val before in a few of the larger meetings.
He continued in thought, "Ah, yes actually we do have lockers, if you need to put your stuff away." He motioned for one of the helpers that was just kind of standing around looking board. "Would you mind taking the capes and what not that are in the way and placing them in the lockers we're not using?"
He shrugged, "Should've thought to put up a coat and hat collection at the entrance. I forgot about those of us that might find these things getting the way. Though that's often how we have to fight anyways unless you take them off before patrolling." It was sort of the truth.
He paused and looked at the newer page, "So you're Themiscyra." He was looking her up and down with the same curiosity she'd given Valhalla only in a more serious manner one which would probably have the joker asking why so serious?, or better yet Sutai telling him he'll get wrinkles faster that way. "It's nice to see another new face. Hopefully Val here can teach you a trick or two." He seemed confident in his pairings at least.
((I am quoting everyone here (and double posting like a boss) to let you know that you can still rp here for now. I'll post an 'official' ending to this by next week and you can wrap from there if you'd like or wrap sooner up to you.
Round one Games are up! I'd like to mention as I was just now asked; powers and weapons aren't technically going to be needed unless you're fighting something. So don't waste them on things that don't need them please. Plus, for example sakes; if you're weapon is a compass that's not going to help you unless a prompt asks for it. Soo do with that information what you will. /Shrugbird))
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Uuni | Myrkviðr
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Eliza Satchlyn | Pharos
Green Monkeys
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Anandi | Sutai
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Noah Connolly | Alfheim
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Gold Anteaters
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Trevor | Lassell
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Seraphina Lace | Lyceum
Copper Tigers
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Marlin | Falias
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Hafwen | Dallol
Purple Parrots
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Danika Teresi | Themiscyra
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Regina | Celliwig
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Marissa | Palatine
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Winterlynn Leshcheva | Delphi
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Corey | Bimini
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Fritz | Celsus
Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 10:16 pm
Hearing her name called she had a single moment of happiness bubble to the surface as the person she was partnered with she knew. At least it wouldn't be some stranger she was working with, although she didn't much care for lizards. A few of the other colors, and animals, she'd have preferred but she wasn't about to complain really. This wasn't a time nor place for it, they were all supposed to be working together and such. She'd have gone to find her team mate but something on the snack table caught her attention, or rather the attention of her stomach.
It wasn't like she wasn't, or hadn't been, ignoring her partner. Actually Delphi had decided to partake in some of the food left for everyone to have some of, she was actually a little hungry - meaning enough for a snack but not a meal. So when she heard her name called she turned her head in the direction her name came from and found him - Sessrumnir (what a mouthful that name was).
Seeing he had their totem, and his own shirt, she headed toward him and flashed a bit of a smile, her coat still tossed over her left arm. "I'm going to collect my jersey if you want to come." She offered, she really had to remind herself that he surely didn't think anything bad of her for that first time they met - right? She had been new to this all...
As they really were to be working together, and such, she decided to try and put herself out there a bit more. "You can call me Winterlynn if you want as well."
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Pompeii was a bit surprised at the bounce of the squire. The younger lady seemed to be quite a bit more excited about this then Pompeii was herself. Throwing poo? Pompeii was completely confused and felt like the conversation had completely gotten out of control. And while taking off the shirts is a good reason to be finished with the games it didn't really sit right with Pompeii. To her it felt as if the prize of trying their best is the removal of the odd shirts... very strange. I have to be missing something, she thought as she nodded uncertainly. "Um, yes?" What does one say to that anyway?
