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"Riiiiight." Eddie replied. He tried to listen to the witch's exposition. He really did. But he could only remember some key words after she was carried off by her familiar.
For now, Eddie knew that this world was of angels and demons that fought a war against each other but now were all friends. The festival was the commemoration for that. Still, the former actor felt that was not enough and wanted more information about this new world he stumbled into. He could ask the two cat Demons directly but that was not his style.
"Gray World huh?" Eddie began. "I guess I can take a look around, if I'm allowed. Although... wandering around alone in a new place sure sounds... lonesome, don't you think?" Eddie sighed. "Are you two, by any chance, busy? I'd sure appreciate a guide. You know, show me what this world and festival has to offer."
Dorma
"Oh! It's actually for tonight's event... It's gonna be a bit of a musical, and then there will be big fireworks in the sky at the end."
"Oh! How lovely!" Dorma was already imagining how the event would go though she did not know who would be performing. Oh how she wished she could be one of the performers and be up there, singing and gaining attention and adoration from people like Yosafire. Of course there's the issue with Dorma's singing skills but a demon girl can dream as much as she wants.
"Do you know who will be performing for the event?" Dorma then asked Macarona. "Are you one of the performers?" She also asked. That one was more of a tease since she thought Macarona was... well, Macarona.
I'm going to need that list if I am to properly judge your character though the examples you have given are a little over-the-top for the genre and scale of this RP.
Mira's smile faltered a bit at that line but she quickly wiped it away and replaced with a bit of a forced smile.
"We'll have to tread carefully this year. We'll be up against people we've never even seen before, not to mention we haven't a clue what their combat strategies are."
"Couldn't agree more, Princess." Mira sighed with defeat. "Hey don't tell anybody but I actually prayed to the Twins that the outsiders all get knocked out of the tournament before I get to any of them." She whispered her dirty little secret. It was doubtful that the goddesses would answer that prayer though.
"Anyway, you know how to register, right Princess? You just enter the purple tent and write your name and any additional instructions." Mira clarified the registration process. "Not many people are signing up, are they? Probably because of Varjan. Not to mention you." She added a remark. "But that's not stopping me! I hope you'll give me all you got if we face each other, Princess."
After entering the purple tent and registering for the Grand Academy Tournament, the male Scaled One on the desk then said. "Before you leave Princess, can I ask? What kind of arena are you expecting to fight in?" The Scaled One asked. "Large or small? With obstacles scattered or completely flat? That kind of stuff."
"Hmph, of course I have ideas. I wouldn't be me if I just laid down and accepted defeat, hah!"
"That's our Seleth! Never backing down from a fight!" Alicia cheered for the Dark Elf. "I hope you'll knock the wind out of Varjan with those ideas. Oratleastgivehimasurprise."
"Well at least she has ideas. I got nothing. I'll make one up on the spot. I always do."
"Hey at least Varjan won't know what to expect of you, Rav." Alicia replied. "Although, Varjan's no slouch in fast thinking either."
"Well, let's not waste time. Come on!" Alicia, Seleth and Raviel then entered a purple tent where there was a Human girl with a desk in front of her. She explained that the three only needed to write their names on some papers and they were officially registered.
But before they could leave the tent, the girl stopped them. "Ah before you three leave, I have a question to ask. What kind of arena are you guys expecting to fight in?" She asked the three. "Do you think you'll be fighting in a spacious area? Do you think there'll be obstacles or do you think it's just a flat arena?"
Alicia's face contorted as she thought about it. It was taking her a while so it was up to Seleth and Raviel to go first.
"I don't know who you're on about. Give me a description and I might be able to point him out but otherwise, can't help."
"Huh?" The girl was a bit surprised at your reply. "O-Oh, you're an outsider. I-- Forgive me, sir. I have mistaken you for a student from Seraph Academy." She bowed, still with her eyes closed. "I'm sorry for wasting your time."
The girl then left in search of this 'Varjan' fellow. Despite her eyes being closed, she navigated through the place well. But that was not your business, you had a tournament to register in. You entered one of the purple tents and followed the registration process as instructed to you by a Human male. Namely, to write your name on one of the papers.
But before you left, the Human stopped you. "Sir, one more thing. What kind of arena are you expecting to fight in?" He asked you. "Large or small? With or without obstacles? Things like that."
"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Thessir." Iona replied. "And you are an outsider? I can guess from your clothing. I've been to Elven lands, you know? I have seen how the Elves dress themselves and..." The woman droned on but her gaze shifted from you, allowing you to quickly blend into the darkness before she noticed you.
Iona was surprised and annoyed that you disappeared on her but then moved on when Varjan returned to her. They then left the area but that was not your concern, you had a tournament to join. After you emerged from the darkness, you entered one of the purple tents and followed the registration process as instructed to you by a Human female. Namely, to write your name on one of the papers.
"Oh sir, one more thing." The Human female added. "May I ask what kind of arena are you expecting to fight in? Do you think it'll be a spacious one or not? What about any obstacles?"
The female Elf behind the desk cleared her throat. "Lady and Gentleman, please don't have idle conversation within the registration tent." She reprimanded them. "There may not be a line waiting outside but still, this behavior is heavily discouraged."
"Anyway, if you are here to register for the Grand Academy Tournament, please write your names here." The Elf pointed to a piece of paper. There were several names on it already but not many, including a 'Keith North' whom, in all likelihood, may not show up to his match.
"Oh, may I also ask you two?" The Elf said as Kazudain and Hisana wrote. "What kind of arena do you expect to be fighting in? Do you think it'll be large or small? Filled with obstacles or not? Maybe other environmental factors?"
"But believe you me, due to the nature of the culprit, a stolen wallet gonna be the least of your worries if we don't stop her..."
"Hmmm..." The Feathered One's face was still dead serious. You feel that she did not completely buy your story despite it being true.
"Let's say your story is true, sir, and she is as dangerous as you say she is." She began. "How do you plan on catching this... public menace?" The Feathered One asked. "I don't know if you know but Zauberheim is in the middle of a... festival of sorts. Do you think we will have to interrupt it to keep the people safe?"
"May I also ask who you are?" She added and not saying anything more.
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