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

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Lunartic:
Scarlet giggled a bit. She liked this Aaron guy, he seemed to have a lot of energy in him, despite how early it was. Then she wondered if he knew where the coffee was, she would've liked a cup of it an hour ago. "I've only done a few battles before now, just to get a feel for it," she said while looking around the room at all the machines. They still fascinated her with how they work. Then she saw a strong man with long hair in front of him, and he was extending his hand out to her and Aaron. "Umm... yeah. Okay. I'm Scarlet,"  and she shook his hand, her grip neither loose or firm.

GoldForge:
After wandering about aimlessly on the ground floor for what felt like an eternity, Alexa finally stumbled upon... a door! Hallelujah! This had to be the location of the breakfast buffet! Though, upon swinging the door open and striding in, little did she know.. she was actually in the sparring room.... in her PJs. She glanced to and fro, wondering where all the fresh plates of food were. To her dismay, the delicious morning meal was nowhere to be found. There were, however, a few people... and plenty of guards.

"Ah-... excuse me!" The blonde called out to the group of people, waving a gloved hand. "Did I arrive too early for the breakfast?" With a huff, she took a few more steps forth, a melodious humming and bright amber glow emitting from beneath the fabric of her glove as she made a slow, shaky approach towards the group. Unfortunately for her, she had absolutely no clue that these people were going to be who she would have to go up against once the tournament time arrived. "Ah, I suppose that's that... Hey, uh-- any of you mind tellin' me what an...As..tro thing is?" The closer she got to the battlers, the more obvious the light and sound became, until she pulled her hand up her sleeve in a futile attempt to muffle the noise. "The guards have been muttering back and forth about it all day, but.. I.... I have absolutely no clue what they're chatting about... could you-- u-uh... l-l-lend me a hand, here?" What was she doing? this was completely the opposite of what she had planned! That, and why did her hand feel like it was on fire? God, nothing made sense!

LunarOrbiter:
After walking around for the best part of a half-hour, Rika - eventually - found the dining hall. Her face lit up, smelling the food that had acted as her guide for her nose. The last hurdle of this marathon was now in sight. She regretted not listening to what the guard had to say, or rather, not concentrating enough. In her defence, it was early in the morning and Rika is, as you can tell, is not a morning person. Exhausted from the trek, Rika walked through the dining hall to search for refreshments. Up until now, she hadn't really saw or spoke to anyone but if she was going to do that now, here would be the perfect place...right?

Searching far and wide was in vain. There didn't seem to be a single soul in the hall. A barely audible sigh escaped her system as she wondered what she'd do now with her spare time. Was she late because of how lost she had gotten? That must be it, right?

"Stupid...", she mumbled to herself, hastily picking a quick meal and some orange juice to go with it. With this in hand, she decided to hurry to the gym where, most likely, everyone else was...but where exactly was the gym?

"...Should check this map~", Rika said, spotting one next to the exit. Fortunately, now that she was more awakened, Rika was able to concentrate better so going to the gym shouldn't take her long. She started to head over to meet up with anyone else who was there.

The-Blades-slave:
Aaron smiled and shook the man's hand. "I'm Aaron Stillen, nice to meet ya! I'd be glad for a battle, but I already promised Scarlet I'd battle her..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and gave him an apologetic look. "If we could find another person we could all bat-" He was cut off as a short blonde rushed up and stuttered at an apology, muttering something about breakfast. He opened his mouth in an attempt to tell her this was the sparring room, but she cut him off again with a rant about 'astros'.

"Uh, okay... This is gonna take a minute to explain, so gimme a second." He looked at both Scarlet and Clark for help, and when none was offered, launched into an explanation. "First off, you're in the sparring room, not the breakfast buffet. Secondly astral battling is a sport around here, and everyone you find will have an astral, which is a being from a different universe you can merge with to fight. They're all different; some are big and really strong, some are fast, some can fly and shoot." He rubbed a hand against the the back of his neck nervously. "I know I'm doing pretty bad at explaining, uh... I know, we'll show you! We can have a battle, you and Clark vs Scarlet and me! That all right with all of you?"

GoldForge:
Oh... Astrals! She got it now! ...well, uh- no, she didn't, really. Although it was certainly a shame that she didn't show up at the place she intended to be, and she wasn't a real big fan of sports, the way the wording was pieced together had her convinced that this whole area was some high-tech video game arena! Sweet! "Ah-ha... so it's just like Pokemon, then? A'ight... I'm certain I can handle a round of that..." she mumbled, a crooked grin making its way onto her face. "Sure thing! I suppose I can handle a wee lil' game or two before breakfast with you guys, you seem to know plenty more about this whole Astral thing then I do!" As if worried that the ground itself would explode beneath her feet, she took a wary step forward, reaching a trembling hand out for a shake. "Hey, uh-- the name's Alexa! I'm sorta new to this whole thing, so...uh-- thank you for helping me out of the basics of all this..."

Before receiving the handshake, she suddenly paused, taking a moment to remove her glove... something she had never dared do in front of anybody before. "Now, uh-- I hope this doesn't weird you out, but..." The golden, runic symbol of a four-legged cracked triangle with pointed arms was now in view on the back of her hand, shimmering and flickering wildly like a golden flame trying to escape from beneath her skin. "Since you appear to be a pretty smart guy, can you-- explain this thing for me and just how the heck it got here?" The glow intensified as it was held up to Aaron's face, the sound of a roaring flame mixed with an otherworldly hum ringing out from the mysterious runic seal.

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