[center][h3]Frenzy Plant Encampment[/h3][/center]

Unlike the other guilds, Frenzy Plant had chosen not to lodge itself in a hotel, but to spend the night outdoors.  Taking up residence in Crocus's wooded nature park, everyone had whipped out cots, tents, sleeping bags, or simple sheets to pass the night.  Master Sanders himself had been in charge of the operation, and had encouraged the whole thing to be done without magic.  Fires were started by scraping flint against still over tinder, more experienced members helped the less set up their various forms of shelter, and bugs were kept at bay by adding incensed herbs to the fires, irresistibly drawing mosquitoes, moths, and flies to a burning demise.  Not everyone went along with the plan; Xyster, for instance, exercised a curious Dullahan sleeping habit by digging a disturbingly gravelike hole and sleeping with most of her beneath the dirt.  Several members, like Vergil, slept in the trees, whether on hammocks or on branches.  With little to obscure the rising sun, many of the soldiers arose shortly after dawn, and those on duty sleepily made their way out of their tents to brew coffee and fry breakfast for everyone.

From there, the morning progressed in a disorganized manner.  Some of the soldiers went off to explore the town, others slept in, a few began exercising drills, and a bunch tried to wedge in some last-minute practice.   To the guild's newcomers, most of which had not yet had the pleasure of outdoors-ing it in a bonafide FP Regiment Camp, the experience undoubtedly sparked feelings of both oddity and a certain, rustic sense of fulfillment.

The resounding noise of a horn took none of them by surprise.  With the nature park a distance farther from the stadium than the other guilds' hotels, there was no time to waste.  As everyone packed their things up and got them organized, the voice of General Sanders flooded through the encampment.  [color=808000]”Soldiers!  Our scouts tell us a fearsome tale.  We're up against Dragon Slayers, God Slayers, Devil Slayers, Curse Users, mass-murderers, and most worryingly, wizards who've unlocked their Second Origins.  In terms of prestigious magic such as those, we have little.  Just our training, our discipline, our minds, our hearts, and our talent.  Let us put them to the test.  We're not here for money or glory, though for them we will be grateful.  We are here to see how far our best can go.  Let's get out there and find out.”[/color]

With that, the regiment departed.  Every member of Frenzy Plant was present, and as they strode with purpose toward the towering, looming colosseum, they knew that they would go far.