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[ Soul ₩avelength/Resonance ° 10% ]

[ ₣eeling ° Fine ]

[ Partner ° Ina Zuma ]

[ ₩ith ° Ina, Aislin and Dara. ]

[ Location ° Cathedral ]

"My, aren't we the curious one?" The Ringmaster asked lightly. "I would be delighted to have you join us," the Arena Master told Shira. "You'll be sitting in the VIP section, of course. As for the inspiration, well let's just say there were too many...unwanted individuals around here and not enough to do with them. This city was quite the trash heap when my establishment first began. With the high rate of crime, violence, drug abuse and gang warfare that takes place here, there's no shortage or orphans and washed-up scum whom nobody will miss. So I figured, they're going to kill or be killed anyway, why not put it all to good use? Of course, once the arenas began to earn more money, I began to import more....exotic opponents for our contestants to fight." He gave her another friendly smile. "Most of our human contestants don't last long enough to become kishin eggs, but those that do are quite a sight to see. The Reaver is one of them. Many of them seem to enjoy it after a while actually." He gave a shrug before looking back and forth between the other two men who were there. "Now that the arenas have become so successful, we participate in many joint ventures with other clients and businessmen. As I've already stated, Sir Maxwell contributes a good deal of funding in return for some services, and Ringmaster Cheque and I often trade...employees depending on circumstances."

"Of course. Demons, witches, kishin eggs, anything that will be entertaining really," the Arena Master said as he stood up. "Shall we make our way to the Arena then?" Nylus Maxwell nodded silently, his expression emotionless as seemed to be the usual. "That would be splendid," replied the Ringmaster, his usual calm yet slightly disturbing smile still on his face. The Arena Master stood up and walked past the group, holding it open for them as they walked out. Nylus Maxwell looked over at Shira as they walked. "Lady Death, if I knew you would be here I would have brought my son, Magnus. He is quite a splendid young man I assure you. He will be attending the DWMA in a year or two actually." He seemed to be trying to make casual conversation, though he obviously wasn't too good at it. "My Lady Death," the Ringmaster said, looking over at her. "If you're ever interested, the Dark Carnival would be honored to have a visit from you as well. Of course, if you can keep it a secret from your father as well," he added, giving her a wink as he put one finger to his lips.

Nylus Maxwell gave Shira a nod as they continued down the hallway. Eventually they came to a set of massive doors. "Here we are," the Arena Master said as two guards standing by the doors opened them. The massive roar of the crowd burst through the doors as they opened like a tidal wave. It seemed the doors had magically been blocking out the noise somehow. Although the match hadn't started as of yet, the stadium they had just walked into was so crowded that just the talking of the crowd was almost deafening. "This way please," the Arena Master said as he led them past the crowd and into an upper, covered pavilion with a perfect view over the arena.There was a thin veil draped over it that was as easy to see through as if it weren't there, but when they entered it too blocked out the noise to a dull roar. Numerous cushioned seats, presumably for the Arena Master's friends, were placed within. The Arena Master made himself comfortable in the highest seat and the Ringmaster sat a seat below him. Nylus Maxwell helped Shira into a seat before sitting down himself next to the Ringmaster. As soon as they sat down, someone else came into the pavilion.




"Arena Master, I-" Nurse Mortem began as she walked in. She paused in mid-sentence as she saw Shira, a shocked expression on her face. "L-lady Death!? What are you doing here?" She asked. The Arena Master gave Nurse Mortem a dismissive wave. "Ms. Mortem, Lady Death has come to us out of curiosity and to expand her horizons. She is here to find out more about us." Nurse Mortem's face changed from a shocked one to an angry one as she looked back at Shira. "Lady Death, do you know what kind of place this is!? How could you-" "There was something you came to talk to us about?" The Arena Master cut her off, a hard edge to his voice. Nurse Mortem looked back to the Arena Master. "Arena Master, I don't believe The Reaver should fight today. He's still wounded from his last match and I'd like to-" "Is that all?" "I-" "Then please, have a seat next to Lady Death and observe the match with us. A lovely woman such as yourself should not have to sit amongst those bloodthirsty types." "Arena Master, I'd rather-" "A seat, Miss Mortem." Nurse Mortem closed her mouth and slowly walked next to Lady Death. She gave her a glance that said How could you? before turning back to the arena, clenching her hands in her lap, clearly still angry.