Staged around the section of the shop that the layers are in, this is people watching others [NPCs] battle. This can be for educational purposes, for entertainment, or merely because you wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Just post and consider yourself joined.

Elizabeth ignored the repeated knocks on her door, her gaze falling absently across her room, her eyes unfocused. A pencil was held in her hand and on her lap was nestled a notepad, covered with miniscule writing. Suddenly, Elizabeth’s eyes went into focus once more as she finally came up with an idea, scrawling it down in handwriting so small it barely looked as if her hand moved as she wrote. But still, she ignored the knocks. All around her were loose pieces of paper with half-finished pictures on them, all discarded as being unworthy. Her left hand was curled around the arm of Aleia, and the dolls hair drew her eyes, distracting her from her work. She loved the new look: darker in parts and much more natural looking.

She sighed and set aside her notebook. She was simply having writers block today and unable to work on her book. Tuning out the ever-present knocking of what was, undoubtedly, her sister attempting to annoy her, she lay back on her bed and cast her mind about. She then remembered what she had heard, and sat up strait. Aleia needed an entry phrase. She completely lacked ideas, and with the day she was having, she wouldn’t come up with anything. She pulled herself up, grabbing Aleia and tucking her safely in the bag which she hurriedly threw over her shoulder. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, rushing past Lily, who looked startled. She darted down the street to the Descending Angels store and toward the section where battles were held. The best way to get an idea was to see what mundane things could not be used, and to see what sounded interesting as people said them. So she pushed down her hate of crowds and maneuvered through the throngs to a decent position with a view of a layer.