Post by Vio on Dec 17, 2015 10:33:04 GMT -5
“As for you two, pick your number by reaching in here,” stated the attendant, presenting Pluto and Scarlette with an unusual box. It was impossible to see inside of the container by virtue of design, as the latter soon found out when she went to do as the gentleman asked. By this point, Pluto had already done the deed, clutching an unusual metal disc in his palm upon which was engraved a single digit number. Now, it was her turn to do the same. With her free hand leading the way, the gothic girl’s arm slipped into the shadowed interior of the curious capsule, porcelain fingers soon finding the feeling of cool metal against them. Hesitant at first, she paused for a moment, but soon steeled herself and took up one of the objects for her own. A round piece of metal – cold even when compared to her own touch – now sat in the palm of her hand, secured by the curling of her fingers. A two digit number was etched upon its surface.
“I see. You got number thirteen,” the boy in black observed. The number, considered unlucky, sat surely in the hand of the sinister siren. But when it came to what this value meant, it was neither good nor bad. Both of them would be fighting in the arena, but they would not be fighting against each other in the preliminary round. The two of them would need to be victorious in their first matches in order to stand a chance of encountering one another in the final, but while Scarlette silently longed for the chance to go all out against the Zoan user, she was also secretly grateful for the stroke of fate that had decided their course. A fight against Pluto; such a thing needed to be as it had been at their very first encounter – it needed to be a one on one match up. The preliminary rounds practically prevented such a thing due to how the tournament worked. By the time it came down to just the two of them, the match would be over. While it mattered little in that regard, it was slightly more comforting to have the knowledge that they would not have to worry about one another until that final round.
“And you got the number eight, so… that means we won’t face each other until the final,” Miss Grimm-Rosa uttered, still staring at the number held in her own hand.
“That’s correct. Only if you are one of the last two standing in your respective rounds will you qualify for the final,” the elderly men behind the desk explained, having put away the box and now scribbling down some indecipherable information upon a clipboard. He paused for a moment, the reaper woman’s dark eyes shifting to look at him as he raised his head. There was only one question left to be answered and, before she could even ask it of him, the attendant willingly explained: “The first match will begin in forty-five minutes, actually. Once the match is over, there will be a half hour break before the second match begins. Participants are expected to be present on the arena floor no less than five minutes before the start of the match, though there will be a rather basic opening ceremony that will take place. This is, after all, the first time we’ve done this since Selethen’s defeat. If needs be, I can look after your weapons, Miss.” The attendant leaned forwards a little, cupping one hand against the side of his mouth facing the siblings before speaking again. “Somehow I think it best not to trust a child with such a… unwieldy tool as yours.”
“Oh… Alright,” Scarlette obliged, albeit with some degree of reluctance. The scythe itself might as well have been a part of her body at this point, given how firmly she seemed to grip it, but she soon surrendered it for the sake of the competition. Besides, she was far more adept at fighting without it now than she had been a matter of weeks ago. Slowly, she placed the farming tool upon the counter of the attendant’s station, soon after which the man himself draw out a piece of string with a tag attached to it and bound it to the shaft. The tag itself read ‘13’, as was appropriate, and the weapon was soon placed just out of sight beneath the desk. It was likely that a variety of other tools of such nature were stowed away as well, their owners also participating in the Battle Royale, and the thought of that soon reminded her of something else.
“Huh? Almost forgot…” There were things one expected from the woman from Jigokuchi, but what followed was probably not one of them. Her hands slipped down to her sides, back bending forward slightly to further her reach. If her lack of care for the natures of the world wasn’t already notable, then it would soon be so as she grabbed the hem of her skirt’s lowest layer and pulled it upwards. Her reason for doing so was simple enough, several knives falling from their confines amongst the folds of her dress and hitting the dirt with soft thumps; though while she might have spared herself from the wrath of the tournament’s rules, she did not spare those around her from a glimpse of magenta cotton.
Entirely oblivious to the reactions and blood loss going on around her, Scarlette gave her skirt a quick shake to make sure there were no more knives hidden before letting it resume its natural position, squatting down afterwards and gathering up the various bladed implements before placing them upon the desk. For reasons unknown to her naïve mind, the attendant currently held a handkerchief to his nose, but nodded silently before gathering the daggers into a leather pouch upon which he marked the same number as before.
“R- Right then, well, um, if you head inside you’ll find steps leading up to the spectator stands,” he stammered, gesturing towards the open tunnel carved into the wall of the arena. “If you’re participating, then just head straight on through and you’ll reach the arena. The battlefield itself is a raised stone platform, but there’s seating around the outer edge for competitors when it’s not their turn. Please, fight fairly and enjoy yourselves! I’m sure the audience is expecting- uh- a good showing…”{*OOC*}
Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Ben (abcdef)
Clara (ff99ff)
Tweiss (ba3b3e)
Octavier (9999ff)
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