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[RP][Day one, Tournament.] Dimension Veil's

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lubbies:
Angelo had only just finished his sandwich when guards came and abruptly picked him up.

Angelo- I DIDN'T DO IT I SWEAR I PAID FOR THIS SANDWICH!

The guards then explained to him that they were taking him to the tournament grounds. It's time already, I guess time really does go fast when you're having fun. As Angelo entered the tournament stage, he could hear the crowd going crazy with cheers. His face lit up, he felt like the next best thing to a rockstar, this feeling was soon replaced by a deep sensation of butterflies and he suddenly felt sick.

Angelo- Do I have to go out there?

He tried to stall, but the overwhelming sea of guards managed to push him out. As he entered, he realised the crowd weren't focused on him but instead on a jumbo-sized screen. He breathed a sigh of relief. On the screen two people were already battling, the astrals looked very intriguing, one was a fat man with a barrel but the other.. It made him quiver slightly, he shook it off and smiled. It looks kinda awesome! He proceeded to watch the cool looking astral begin to eat the fat man.

Angelo- Oh wow, that's... Interesting... So much for PG 13.

The power immediately cuts out on the screen. Angelo then realised that he would have to go on soon and the butterflies attacked with force. The power turned back on and he read the matchups, Me versus Yooeye? He looked over to his sync station and found someone already there, waiting. He walked over,

Angelo- Are you Yooeye?

Yume Tsuki:
Yui reacted a bit confused.
"Yooeye? What...? Oh! No, you pronounce it like You-e."
She sighed.
"Wait, I think I've seen you before somewhere... Oh right! I passed you on the way to breakfast. I guess some people are comfortable wearing pyjamas...?"
She synced in closing her eyes. The noise of electricity rushing through her ears and the cold feeling once again becoming apparent in her hands. Then she opened her eyes....

Lunartic:
Aaron ditched the group after lunch-stomach ache, apparently. Scarlet said her goodbyes to Rika and she went back to her room, where she took off her sweater, put on her favourite pair of headphones, and flopped onto the bed. With a heavy sigh, she got comfortable in her bed and napped for an hour.

~

”Can you do me a favour?”

“Depends. What’s in it for me?”

”You owe me one from Hawaii.”

”. . . and what can I do for my darling sister?”

”I need you to install a doorbell on my hotel room, like the one I have at home.”

”Can’t hear someone knocking with your headphones on?”

”Nope.”

”Alright, I’ll take down your old one and bring it to you, I just need to-” CRASH ”-oh sh*t. I’ll call back later. Bye sis.”

”Bye.” She hung up the phone and rolled her eyes. Her brother was probably pissing around with his car again. He always has his hands dirty. She remembered him showing up at his own wedding with oil smeared across his nose. She laughed. That was a good day.

There was a knock at the door.

”One second!” Scarlet threw her sweater back on and was straightening it out when she answered it: a guard. She should’ve guessed. ”Alright, I’m coming.” Without another word, she strode beside the burly man down to the arena.

~

”I’m against him again!?!

LunarOrbiter:
She had only just recovered from all the socialising when Rika heard the knock of her door. The guards, probably. With a quick glance in the mirror to check her appearance, she finished her preparations for the tournament and opened the door for whoever stood outside. The guards - who she guessed would be there anyway - seemed almost eager to inform her that the tournament would be starting and that they had to escort Rika there. Great. Well at least some people are enjoying this, she thought. She forced a smile at the guards and asked them to look after her until she got to the arena.

A mixture of feelings hit Rika like a speeding bullet train. Joy, nervousness, excitement, fear, but most of all, anxiety. She hated going onstage - to do anything for that matter, whether it'd be for a school play, or too explain her analysis on the physical phenomena of the world. Stages were her natural sworn enemy, and it didn't help at all that the tournament would be broadcasting live to God knows how many people. She took deep, slow breaths as she the commentator read out the names of the competitors, hearing some familiar, and other, not so familiar names.

"Rika vs. Aaron", the commentator bellowed " and Newstein vs. Sun Wukong!"

Yikes!... Just her luck to get such a tough opponent in the first match, huh? It's a good thing that she was able to ask about some of the basics at the table. Her main plan - getting either Aaron or Scarlet to spar with her - was pretty much futile. In fact, she probably had a larger chance of winning the lottery than getting either of them to spar. "Gotta focus.", she muttered to herself. "I can do this... I may be inexperienced, but I've gotta try!" she said, determined now.

Although she said these brave words, she was still shaking. Rika made her way to the sync station, eyes glued to the current match that appeared to have reached it's conclusion - a great, big man who seemed to love beer too much and a...demonic looking creature. "Wha...What the hell is that?", she gasped, obviously scared at what she was witnessing. Rika couldn't believe her eyes as the creature devoured him. She turned away from the screen in horror, trying to block out the horrible images that ingrained themselves into her mind.

The screams and gasps of the audience weren't helping either. It was now clear to her that something had gone seriously wrong. When she got to the syncing station, Rika looked at the machine in awe. The technology was impressive for their time. Thinking about how such a machine works relaxed her a little, even after witnessing something so horrific. She studied the syncing station, waiting for him to arrive.

Humen:
Clark
After having gone for lunch Clark spent the rest of his afternoon preparing strategies for the tournament. It was so frustrating since he only knew a few of the astrals. Guess he’ll just have to prepare for them all this afternoons. ‘This isn't gonna be much of a fun afternoon.' He thought to himself. The time went by, excruciatingly slow at some points, and before he knew it the tournament had come close to beginning. As he left his hotel room he could see one of the guards approaching his door. Perfect timing, come on." The guard seemed a bit taken back at Clark's readiness but took him knotholes since it was the whole point of coming.

Arriving at the stadium, Clark could see the lights from the outside, the place sounded packed and there were still more people coming in. Clark was about to wave off the guard saying he could find his way from here, but a rumble came to his stomach. Clark came to regret skipping breakfast or at the very least wished he had eaten a bigger lunch, and so he turned back to the guard asking for where he could find a concession stand. After being pointed towards the stand Clark went picked out a hotdog when the announcer called the match-ups. He heard his name against Scarlet’s. ‘Now isn’t that funny, I guess all that planning wasn’t a waste after all.' He said to himself in his mind as he exited out to the stadium field.

When Clark walked onto the field he could feel the crowds energy as they shouted, he could feel their eyes on him, the monitors, and everyone. This feeling of importance, of having their attention and them knowing that there was something that set him apart from him that made him more than the average person. This was what Clark relished for, then suddenly the crowd went silent save for the few gasp and screams of shock. Clark looked to the screens he only caught a glimpse, it looked to be some form of beast devouring a man. Before he could fully make it out the screen shut off and the light had all gone out. The crowed seemed stunned, even some of the other competitors were disturbed, it looked like Alexa had lost her lunch. Clark's been in plenty of battles and he's seen some pretty gruesome thing in his astral battles and continued to eat his hotdog unmissed by what happened to the stadium. Whatever that thing was it was strong and represented why Clark entered the tournament, to fight the best and prove he's better. The announcer regains the attention of the crowed telling them of some minor difficulties and that the battles would still continue. It was all Clark needed to hear, he walked up to the sync station, Scarlet was waiting she seemed a bit upset. "Hey you don’t have to look so disappointed, i promise to make the match more interesting than the first one." He said with a cheeky smile on his face.

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