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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 12:35 pm
arrow Reception Hall At the southern end of the colosseum, connected to it, is a one-story rectangular building. This is the reception hall, where fighters register and are encouraged to meet up for the welcome before the tournament. The flooring of the hall is of simple maroon carpeting. Lining the walls of the hall are various weapons, shields, and armor, just for decorative purposes. Those seeking battle before the tournament itself should check out the dojo in the gym. The registration desk is just inside from the entrance, sometimes moved outside on nice days, and it is here that would-be contestants should apply.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 10:53 pm
A lone figure entered the hall... Wait, how trite! Why is it always a lone figure? In this case that description fits the bill anyway, for the man dressed in black who approached the reception counter was indeed alone by more than one definition of the word. His straight posture and stolid gaze gave him the guise of a stray vagabond, but something about his empty expression emanated a sense of experience and power. Most often anyone he wandered across would take a look at him and keep a healthy distance of a few feet when passing by. He looked enigmatic, and therefore intimidating because most beings naturally fear what they do not know or understand. However, he never really gave random strangers a true reason to fear him. He did not scowl or glare at anyone, and he certainly avoided acting rudely and offensively.
Yet something about the atmosphere projected around him told everyone he was not someone to toy around with. The bleached, white muffler nestled around his neck and shoulders obscured his mouth from view, so it made it even harder to read him along with his stoic, expressionless features and empty eyes.
Clank, clink, clink.
Several buckles and straps adorning his thick, leather gauntlets and reinforced combat boots jangled and clanked as he walked. The receptionist behind the counter did not seem startled by his odd, unsettling appearance. After all, they got a lot of oddballs at a multidimensional fighting tournament.
This man, who looked like a normal human (albeit with bronzed skin, platinum silver hair, deep crimson irises, and a rough demeanor), stepped right up to the counter. He must have been in his late twenties judging by appearance alone. He glanced down at the receptionist.
"Name?" The receptionist stated dryly.
"Curse..." The silver-haired man replied briskly. The receptionist yawned or stretched or something--Curse took no particular interest--and slid a tablet with an application and a pen across the desk.
"Fill this out to register, please." And after a brief pause filled with only total silence, Curse begrudgingly took the tablet in hand, took a few steps away from the counter to allow anyone else to pass, and began to fill out his registration application.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 1:54 am
Tying his shoes, he looks over to Yumi then gives a slight chuckle, "Well, Yumi, the tournament will start in another week or so. Depending on these preliminaries, but surely, what did you mean by the fact that you're going to cheer me on? We've barely know each other at all."
He looks to his boots clanking them on the floor, his hands planting onto the counter as he stands up, his obsidian hair flowing behind him. He was realizing that even though he hasn't seen this girl for a long time, they really don't know each other fully, and this gave him a clue to what her real intentions were.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 1:57 am
Yumi had been wandering around outside for sometime and desided that coming in wasn't such a bad idea. She walked down the hall a pen in her mouth and her notebook in hand. Hmm.... no that wouldn't work. I want him to fall in love with her.. not.. hate her. She let out a sigh then looked up. "Ohh... maybe I can meet people here.
Yumi ignored the receptionist and looked around for somewhere to sit. She let out a sigh in frustration then walked over to a wall. Her back pressed against it then she slid down and placed her notebook in her lap. The pen that was in her mouth fell out and into her hand. What should I do.... Her pen made contact with the paper and she started to doodle mindlessly on it.
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Benevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:03 am
Ryu Versher 777 Tying his shoes, he looks over to Yumi then gives a slight chuckle, "Well, Yumi, the tournament will start in another week or so. Depending on these preliminaries, but surely, what did you mean by the fact that you're going to cheer me on? We've barely know each other at all."
He looks to his boots clanking them on the floor, his hands planting onto the counter as he stands up, his obsidian hair flowing behind him. He was realizing that even though he hasn't seen this girl for a long time, they really don't know each other fully, and this gave him a clue to what her real intentions were. Yumi glanced over from where she sat and smiled. "I just thought I would." She shrugged then set down her notebook and pen. "Plus.. you seem like someone I will end up being close to." Her eyes were down on the notebook at that point. She glanced up again and a smile graced her pink lips.
"Ryu-chan.. are you excited about this?" She asked her eyes locked on him. Her eyes were a deep red color and her hair was dark purple. The first time she ran into him she was in her human form, this form.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:07 am
Akako Shiko Yumi glanced over from where she sat and smiled. "I just thought I would." She shrugged then set down her notebook and pen. "Plus.. you seem like someone I will end up being close to." Her eyes were down on the notebook at that point. She glanced up again and a smile graced her pink lips.
"Ryu-chan.. are you excited about this?" She asked her eyes locked on him. Her eyes were a deep red color and her hair was dark purple. The first time she ran into him she was in her human form, this form.
"It'll be tough to do, but still..." He recalls what she said earlier, "How close?" He looks to her in question, his body seemingly to slightly become more tensed, but yet relaxing at the same time. Apparently, fighting isn't the only thing on his mind at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:08 am
The silent man in the corner looked up with mild interest as other people arrived, including a girl with some kind of notebook. Nobody else appeared to be in any haste to sign up for the tournament, so they must have already registered. The bracket that Curse would find himself in had not filled yet, so none of the matches for that section had begun. Plenty of fighters still needed to register, Curse being one of them. He heard the girl mention something about meeting people. Why? He had no clue. He would not even begin to wonder why she would come to the reception hall to meet new people rather than train, practice, meditate, or any of a number of other activities which would keep her in top shape for the competition.
Ah, then realized how social some beings could be. It could not be helped. Even his race of human-like beings, many would rather spend their days socializing with friends rather than trying to preserve the delicate balance of order in the universe. Yes, it could not be helped.
Curse diligently subscribed himself to the tournament by way of the pen. He hoped few people would bother him or ask him probing questions like "What's your name?" or "Where you from?". He wondered if he could simply walk away in those situations without a word spent. This place was full of irritable powder kegs, all wanting to prove their mettle in this grand tournament. No doubt they would demand that he turn back or even fight them simply for not answering their trivial questions.
After all...
...It could not be helped.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:14 am
Ryu Versher 777 He shrugs a bit, a lot is going on through his mind, as his eyes avert towards the direction of all of the competitors here, "Not really excited, just determined. I've been after Vahn for quite some time, and it appears that he's in this tournament. All I'm worrying about is to fight him, and then I'll be on my way to find Reiko." Grabbing upon the right glove tightening the loose ends of it to fit snuggly against his fingers, he extends his arm out forward.
"It'll be tough to do, but still..." He recalls what she said earlier, "How close?" He looks to her in question, his body seemingly to slightly become more tensed, but yet relaxing at the same time. Apparently, fighting isn't the only thing on his mind at the moment. Yumi looked up at him again then looked back down. How close?... She thought about it then a blush formed on her cheeks. "Well.. how ever close we get. I'm not exactly sure.." Her eyes then drifted back up to him. Yumi's frail fingers tugged on her skirt as she pulled all the wrinkles out. "How.. how close did you want to get?" She asked her voice hesitant and she sounded scared. Oh you idiot did you have to ask him something like that?! Ooo always pushing yourself into peoples' lives.. he probably doesn't even like you! Yumi sighed softly at her thoughts and tried to push them away.
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Benevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:17 am
Akako Shiko Yumi looked up at him again then looked back down. How close?... She thought about it then a blush formed on her cheeks. "Well.. how ever close we get. I'm not exactly sure.." Her eyes then drifted back up to him. Yumi's frail fingers tugged on her skirt as she pulled all the wrinkles out. "How.. how close did you want to get?" She asked her voice hesitant and she sounded scared. Oh you idiot did you have to ask him something like that?! Ooo always pushing yourself into peoples' lives.. he probably doesn't even like you! Yumi sighed softly at her thoughts and tried to push them away.
"Heh, I'll need your support, it'll do well for my fight. No matter who it is." He gives a delicate smile then closes his eyes pushing his hair away from his face then his middle finger pushes up the brim of his shades. He leans over to her then has for his face to be near her ear, "Besides, how close only depends on how far you're willing to go." He pulls back to stare into her eyes gazing deeply into them, "Understand?" He whispers slightly to comfort her, but also give a warning since he is, after all, a drifter.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:30 am
Ryu Versher 777 His ears flinch slightly, with the sound of her voice that was elegant to him, and yet he couldn't make a response. Even though she's not sure of the whole ordeal, she was sure of one thing, that she's right there by him now. He shrugs a bit still unable to respond to say the same thing as she is, but he places his left hand onto her right shoulder.
"Heh, I'll need your support, it'll do well for my fight. No matter who it is." He gives a delicate smile then closes his eyes pushing his hair away from his face then his middle finger pushes up the brim of his shades. He leans over to her then has for his face to be near her ear, "Besides, how close only depends on how far you're willing to go." He pulls back to stare into her eyes gazing deeply into them, "Understand?" He whispers slightly to comfort her, but also give a warning since he is, after all, a drifter. Yumi's face lit up when he said he would like her at his match. "Oh of course! I can't wait to watch. I'm sure you'll be amazing.." When he came down to her ear a chill ran down her spin and her eyes widened. The moment his breath touched her ear she bit down on her tongue and her face turned crimson.
As he came back up she regained her composure then looked back into his eyes. They seemed so... luring to her. She seemed completely sucked in. She had this far off gaze now as if she were in a dream and she nodded at his question. "Yes... Ryu-chan... I understand." She breathed out the words and tryed to rip her eyes away from his but failed. Maybe.. he does like me after all A dreamy sigh escaped her lips and a smile made it's way onto her pale face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 3:06 am
As Curse idly filled out his application to completion, he glanced up at the two lovebirds in flight. He shook his head but said nothing. Sure, love was all well and great, but he considered this place a battlefield. Any participant could die within the day from a bad match with just one mistake. Love could bloom on a battlefield, and Curse did believe this, but that certainly made it much more difficult and trying to maintain.
On the other hand, anyone who could find love on the battlefield and keep it strong could obviously handle the commitment without a problem. Such a love might even be considered much stronger than a mere hook-up, so to speak. On the battlefield all of a person's true emotions could be revealed in an instant. They could also be exploited. The quiet man in the corner with crimson eyes had decided a long time ago that it just wasn't worth the risk for him. He finished his application by signing his name, so he naturally walked up to the counter once again.
A dreary existence? Sure. Staying alone for the rest of his live because he knew he would never be free of conflict did not pose the most glamorous lifestyle. But it was Curse's reality.
He slapped the tablet with his complete application (and pen, for he is no thief!) on the desk. The receptionist nonchalantly swiped it back, looking it over for a few seconds before slamming it into some kind of file.
"Thank you," The receptionist mumbled, but Curse had already turned to leave. He looked at no one as he walked out towards the dorms. He kept his unwavering gaze on the path ahead.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 6:10 pm
Seth walked in to the Reception Hall. He noticed that there is a few people here. He walked up to the Receptionist and asked for a registration application. The Receptionist took out a form that is on a clip board and a ink pin and gave it to Seth. Seth moved back and moved to a spot to sit down and started on the form.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 7:03 pm
A young lady, looking no more than 17 years old, walked quietly down the Reception Hall. She had made her entrance to the Colleseum unnoticed, which she usually preferred. Her skin was pale and her robes were long and an ivory white color. With her light blue hair neatly bunned up on the back of her head, one could tell she was a healer and not a fighter. She had been summoned to watch over someone very special participating in this tournament. She had been torn away from her studies at the Great Temple of Seyda to take on this task. A bodyguard had also been assigned to her. He had gone off to find their objective.
A sigh escaped her pale pink lips. Why would one send a priestess to protect someone and then send someone to protect the priestess who protects that special someone. The woman shook her head in confusion as small locks of hair moved slightly around her face.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 7:15 pm
Sparn walked in and glanced around for anyone of particular interest.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 7:24 pm
Walking up to the receptionist, her long robes dragged lightly across the floor. "Excuse me, but is there a list of participants listed anywhere?" she asked sweetly in her gracious tone. The receptionist nodded and explained to her that there were posters next to the arena that showed who was fighting whom in the scheduled fights. After bowing and thanking the receptionist for his help, she made her way towards the arena not awaiting her companion's return.
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