Once [I]Liaison[/I] was satisfied that his message had been conveyed to all those present, he turned his attention to the modified radar like devices that were scattered along the pristine surfaces of the viewing room. Using both magic and technology, some of which from both classes were restricted to only the highest of members of society, the radars had been altered to detect a truly astonishing amount of transportation methods. Once travellers passed a certain threshold en route to the Lobby, his sensors picked them up - ensuring a issue free entry into the establishment. 

As it were, a bevy of visitors were approaching at a rapid pace, with the closest appearing behind him in a masterfully designed suit of medieval armor, but just beneath the surface it was anything but. [b]Welcome, King Averdue,[/b] [I]Liaison[/i] offered, and was duly met with a Curt nod of a helmed head. The King had seen little of note in the infamous middleman, choosing to decline many of his services in favor of sword, shield, and fey magic. More arrived in toe, including leaders of many burgeoning universes, where might and magic were equally opposed by other world's metal monstrosities. 

With all the players in place, Liaison tapped the end of his cane on the ground, a nonchalant action that betrayed no visible actions - but just on the other side of a mirrored wall, a lock released itself. Behind which, a man in a bone mask stood - heavily breathing. [I]Liaison[/I] knew the turmoil of the creature behind the mirror, a humiliation most befitting of the man whose life had been dedicated once to ending his own.

A worker brought him his dossiers once more, and once more, his voice blared through his multitude of speakers. 

[B]Finally, the time has come to announce the matches that will take place first.[/b] He flicked his eyes to the papers. [b]Xiah shall face Dorian; Sutemasu shall face Vallen, while the final two, Rindheart and Pumpkin shall do battle.[/b] There was little amusement in the fact that a mouse had been entered into the tournament, but he was not one to question his benefactors. He already had his teleporters set to the specific battlegrounds that would be employed, designed to take advantage of their specific magical talents. Everything in them would be tested, if they fancied themselves the victors - a feat that many often regretted. 

Turning back to the elongated table at the bets that were placed, King Averdue had wagered his entire world's martial ability on the man known as Sutemasu would win the tournament in dominant fashion. Interesting. 

He winked out of place for just a moment, and appeared at the head of the table, judging the reactions to the match listing. Perhaps it was a good idea that he hosted this. The favors he would rack up would certainly come in handy.