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<<@Kythe: xD!! >>

<<@Tacity: Deity really shouldn't...

...y'know....

...being in it, and all. < <;

If that isn't a problem, though....then yeah, sure. =P >>

((Deity, I started with 20 characters in it and I've done quite a bit of judgery. Of the four that need judging I am involved in one of them, and I'm still judging, just not my own. XD PM Vintrict. You too Niitsu.))

The boy with the crazynuts eyes would find his path blocked by a trenchocat, one hanging from above no less. Not only was it hanging from above, but it was hanging from a person, a person with eyes much crazier than his own. The neck of the Overseer craned and his head moved to align his eyes with the boy's, two pupils with alternating bands of orange and green staring through orange shades. He blinked once, "Why the hell did you even knock if you were going to walk right in?"

.....The boy looked upwards in order to make eye contact with the man just as those lips parted in order to create words. In answer: "I knocked in order to supply those who may wish to know of my presence, the knowledge therein." He quirked his right eyebrow in a manner that spoke silently the question "Is that all right with you?"
.....He remained rather motionless, awaiting whatever may happen next.

.....[OoC]: Has to agree.

((Seeing as we can't progress to the Finals Bracket until they are judged...yes.))

The ashen hair man just stared back at him, "So then you must think the patrons here blind and stupid. Seeing and knowing are much less difficult than you might imagine, and even offering a warning of your arrival either offers an affront to our intelligence or displays a high ego due to the fact that you seem to need to be the center of attention."

The elevator sprang to life from the third floor, being drawn to the bottom floor to the Club Orion. The elevator door slid open, revealing a not-so-familiar person standing in its center, pushing a key into his pocket. The boy took a step out with dead silent footfalls. His black fur and leather moccasins that reached up to mid-shin helped with that, though he would be able to sneak around easily with even the heaviest of boots. The black strings that held them tight hung loosely down the sides of his lower shins. Moving upwards were black, baggy worn out pants. Further up is a sleeveless black garb, which is outlined by a white lining across the entire fabric. The bottom of the garb droops down into half-circles that cover about twenty-five percent of the boy's thighs. Black fingerless leather gloves reach up the boy's forearm again about twenty-five percent of the way. At his left hip, a katana sits strapped to his side. On his head he wore a horned dragon's skull. His blue hair pushed out of his matching eyes, half of his bangs on each side of his face was clean and neat. He figured he'd take a shower before doing his monthly training. This would be different. Training in the woods on a different planet with much different weather. It was damn cold out here.

Something might slow him from his training. On his way to the exit he saw a man hanging in the air and a boy standing at the entrance. There was a sight. He steped forward toward the men, but kept his distance, figuring he would observe the two. They seemed to be squabbling about something, he could tell from their tone before he'd even seen them.

....."I find your inferences and assumptions rather pompous and possessing of an unbecoming air of unhindered certainty, my good stranger. However, I excuse you." This young boy, no more than fourteen in age nor five feet in height, had a sort of foolhardy confidence that was seemingly right for one of his age.