"..Otty!" Fuchsia shouted. Again appearing in the great hall. He immediately sat down on the middle of the floor, arms crossed, lips pouting. His lust for battle had not been sated, and he strongly doubted attacking the skeletal figure that had summoned him to the realm would amount to more than a one-way ticket back to hell. "This sucks." He mumbled, kicking his hellzooka with his feet. A metallic thump emitting throughout the hall. Well. He'd have to wait for the rest of the participants to kill each-other and present themselves to him. Until then..

"Hey. Old Skully. Got a scrying pool I can watch the fights in by chance?" He asked, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. "Did you see how I defeated the snow, by the way? Total overkill, huh?" - No response. Huh. He could feel the dimensional energies grabbing ahold of him again. Where was he going this time?