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(Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Karl Jak - 06-04-2017
Quote:Signup stations for Dante’s Abyss can be found in every major verse. In most verses, these stations are located in a central hub of civilization (Minas Tirith, Tier 1, Darkshire, Costa, Carrefore, etc).
In the verses that have less centralized societies, there will be a sign-up station close to the Nexus gate.
At each signup station, an attendant will be on hand to provide you with the necessary waivers and paperwork you have to sign. Once that is completed, you’ll have to fill out a little bio about yourself that will be used online and during broadcasts. Then you’ll be ushered onto a recall station and sent to Syntech Station 17 (aka the Preshow Facility).
Please make sure you note in your post title what location you are registering from and make sure that you've updated your roster recently or intend to do so over the next week.
Once you post here, you may move to the Preshow Facility thread.
Note: If you think you will be unable to register ic prior to the 13th, let me know. We can possibly working something out.
Sign ups will remain open until Tuesday, June 13th. Day 1 will run from the 13th to the 17th.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Katrielle Layton - 06-04-2017
Bendy examined the clipboard he had been given, tapping it with the pen. He started writing down the answers to the questions, which will be transcribed below.
"What is your name?"
"Bendy the Dancing Demon."
"How long have you been in the Omniverse?"
"Like a week or so."
"Where do you live in the Omniverse?"
"Dracula's Keep in the Pale Moors."
"What is your current job?"
"As a soldier in Dracula's army."
"What was your life like back in your own world?"
"Long story short, I was a character in a cartoon until my creator brought me and my friend to life for his own purposes. After he killed my friend, I killed him in retaliation. Eventually my other creator came back and made a mess of things. I swear if I find him I'll--" The rest of that particular answer devolved into frustrated scribbles that couldn't be read.
"Why are you joining Dante's Abyss?"
"Half because Dracula wanted me to and half because I thought it'd be a boatload of fun."
With all the answers written down, the demon tossed the clipboard back over to the worker. He looked over the responses, then glanced back up at the inky monster will a pale face. "You sure seem like a daring Prime; you'd have to be in order to work with that vampire."
"Sure am!" Bendy replied, leaning in close so their faces almost touched in a malicious gesture. "Now can I join or not?"
"Depends on whether or not you're ready," said the man, his composure a little broken.
"I was born ready."
"Alright. Welcome to the Abyss."
Registering in Minas Tirith - Larfleeze - 06-05-2017
Chakravartin Wu Kong followed the signs and advertisements through the winding city of Minas Tirith. The trek wasn't particularly interesting to him, but he found himself in a hopeful mood despite the previous events of the day.
It would be good to get back into the swing of tournaments again. Fighting competitions were a time-honored tradition for him, after all, even if this would technically be the first he was part of as a competitor rather than as its director or patron.
"Hello?" he walked into the designated tent, decorated with Dante's Inferno symbols. He was surprised at the technology level of the tent, being more advanced than anything else he had seen in Camelot thus far. "I'm interested in joining the tournament."
"Hey, just answer a few questions for us and we'll get you set up." one of the operators said, passing a sheet of paper and a pen to the former god.
"Fine, fine." he said, looking at the rather simplistic sign-in sheet.
What is your name?
Chakravartin Wu Kong
How long have you been in the Omniverse?
Less than five days.
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
No permanent residence, currently traveling Camelot.
What is your current job?
I am currently unemployed. My eventual goal is creating a settlement for my species in the Omniverse.
What was your life like back in your own world?
For the majority of my life I was worshiped as a god by my species, until they were wiped out by a very destructive woman, destroying my homeworld in the process. I then spent several centuries in the void, before attempting to settle another planet with Saru. My efforts were rejected on that planet, and I was taken by Omni while in search of another planet to start my species anew on.
Why are you joining Dante's Abyss?
Personal enjoyment.
With that done, Chakravartin passed the paper back to the operator, who gave it a simple look over, and raising an eyebrow at Chakravartin. "...A god?"
"Formerly." Chakravartin said, "I'm just another Prime now, I suppose. But with enough Omnilium- who knows, I might at least be able to create a new population for my people."
"Huh. Well, alright then. Would you like to be sent to the pre-show facilities?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, welcome to the Abyss."
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Professor Sunshine - 06-06-2017
Quote:Continuation of this: Sidetracked
"Ok, here is the sign-up sheet for Dante's Abyss, ma'am. Now I am going to ask you a few questions while you fill out that sheet, and once your done filling out that sheet, please hand it back to us and stand on the recall station behind the station." Now that Abyss had the sign-up sheet for the Dante's Abyss event to sign out, she was thinking hardly and waiting for the questions he had to ask so she could write down the answers.
"What is your name?"
"Abyss the Squid."
"How long have you been in the Omniverse?"
"This is my first day in the Omniverse, actually."
"Where do you live in the Omniverse?"
"As I said this is my first day in the Omniverse, so I do not have a home yet. Considering what this place is like though I may make a home in this place."
"What was your life like back in your own world?"
"Oh, those were the best days of my life! I was an Egg Boss on a planet called Mobius, and I was given control of a entire Egg Army in the southern oceans of the planet, where I could use my power to raid and pillage whatever I wanted! Everything was going really well until my crew mutinied on me, something I am still mad of, but I can't currently do something about since I am stuck here."
"Why are you joining Dante's Abyss?"
"Well my most important reason for joining is so I can gain some recognition from people all over so I can easily start to spread my influence. I also plan on trying to find a group to help me cause some chaos with, so hopefully I can try to find someone for me to use during this."
After finishing writing the last question down, Abyss handed the sign-up sheet to the man behind the station, waiting for the man to finish reading it while she looked around for a place to park her segway. By the time the man finished reading the sign up sheet Abyss filled out, he placed it aside, and guided Abyss to the recall station, saying "Wow, it sounds like you were someone pretty dangerous in your world, probably wouldn't want to meet you in a dark alley, or any other kind of alley. Well anyway are you ready to be sent to the preshow facilites?"
Oh I thought you would never ask that. Obviously yes, I would." Abyss then quickly parked her segway to the side of the station and stood on top of the recall station, tapping her foot while waiting for the man to do whatever he was going to do.
"Well then welcome to the Abyss, and be sure to be careful out there. Remember, it's kill or be killed out there, so don't trust anyone while your in the abyss." With that, the man activated the recall station, as Abyss was being sent around on the way to Syntech Station 17.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Harlan Higgs - 06-06-2017
Quote:New King on the BlockThe weather on Tier 5 had been set to rain, big fat droplets falling from the clouds like nature's little suicide bombers. Harlan paused in the doorway of the Luxor Social Club, looking back through the cracked door at his right hand man Charlie, talking animatedly to some of the fellas, the sounds of chatter and merry making emanating from inside the building. The Ravnos couldn't help but grin. He'd been pretty successful in rebuilding a slice of his old life, the Gentleman Jacks having become local players in the Tier 5 gang network. The Westside and the Ork Mafia could wait until he returned. Besides, he earned a "vacation", and for a Kindred such as himself, who thrived on risk and danger, what better vacation than something billed as "The Ultimate in Reality Television"?
He though about it as he walked through the misty streets and alleyways, a chimerical umbrella shielding his suit from the rain. Dante's Abyss...the event was something of a tournament that drew all sorts from every corner of the Omniverse. Heroes and villains, all competing to put on a show for the citizens of their new home, and perhaps even the Big Man Himself. Harlan could get behind an idea like that, even if he didn't want the notoriety. He was big on gambling and chance, and the conman had been preoccupied with making sure his power base was secure. A habit left from the old days with his Sire. "Don't take the car out if the garage is half finished." He used to say.
But now Harlan was going to go have some fun. Charlie could run the day to day of the Jacks. With fifty or so members and new recruits every week, if he couldn't handle being in charge then the vampire would have to find a better majordomo when he got back. Harlan hadn't left Tier 5 since his arrival down here, the pull of home feeding his very soul as he waved his hands and pulled his strings. But now he was heading back topside, the DA sign-ups placed right on Tier 1 to take advantage of that booming tourist trade Coruscant saw so frequently.
Into the elevator stepped Harlan Higgs, Boss of the Gentleman Jacks, noted pillar of the community, and scary motherfucker to bump into in a dark alley.
When it arrived on Tier 1, an entirely different man stepped out. Sure, the face was the same general shape and color, but "pale white guy with scars" was hardly unique in a large civilian populace. His clothing had changed too. The snazzy gray suit had been replacing with a blue workman's button-up, with a white and red nametag sewn into the breast that read "Vic". His pants were now greasy slacks, and a lightly outfitted toolbelt hung from his waist, sleeves rolled up like a man who wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty.
Victor Hendy had been busy on the lower tiers doing legitimate work, of course. Mechanic and handyman jobs. At least, that's what all imperial records would say. Harlan was no stranger to having numerous identities, and good old Vic Hendy was one of his favorites. He'd had to retire this one back home, but no one in the Omniverse was aware that Victor Hendy was a fake.
The booth wasn't far from the elevator, and the bored looking Syntech representative looked up from his newspaper as Vic approached the stand. "This is the sign up for Dante's Abyss, sir, the city information guides are three booths down."
"Oh, I know that, friend." Vic replied cheerfully in a slightly southern drawl. "That's what I'm here for."
The attendant shrugged. "Long as you're a Prime. These contests are rather lethal, as I'm sure you're aware." He handed over the sign up sheet and a pencil, and the man known as Victor Hendy got to work filling it out in a thick, bold scrawl.
What is your name?
Well, that one was easy. Victor Hendy, he wrote.
How long have you been in the Omniverse?
Shoot, how long had it been? Felt like weeks...but it really had only been a month.
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
Why, down on Tier 4! Affordable, safe(ish), and plenty of honest work for a civilly minded Prime.
What is your current job?
Hmm...how to phrase it? Mechanic, handyman, and problem solver. A fixer, really.
What was your life like back in your own world?
Well, it was pretty fast paced. Victor Hendy had a long history of automobile expertise, fixing up vehicles for anyone who brought one to him. Of course, that led to some shady and interesting characters, and more than a few wild adventures he'd been dragged along on.
Why are you joining Dante's Abyss?
The thrill of the competition.
Victor Hendy handed the sheet back to the representative, while the Syntech rep read it over and nodded, placing it in a pile with a few others. He motioned to a flat pad behind him and waved a lazy salute. "Bon Voyage, Mr. Hendy. Good luck."
The blur of the transport pad activating hid Harlan's fangs from view as the Ravnos smirked a ghoulish smile.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Gaston - 06-07-2017
Cole looked at the side of a building in Coruscant, staring at a poster set up outside. Dante's Abyss... a fighting tournament... perhaps it would be a good idea, to at least try to participate, to possibly help him get an idea of how the world works. Cole was a bit surprised, to find himself wanting to enter a fighting tournament. In the past, he had always fought for necessity, or to help others, but never for fun. Perhaps things had changed, even more than he had thought. Following where the poster pointed, he came to a small stand, where inside was a woman, adorned with the attire of a Syntech employee.
"Hello. This is the sign up station for Dante's Abyss, would you like to sign up?" the worker asked.
"Yes. Do I need to fill out an application, or are the sign ups verbal?"
"Just an application," the woman replied with a chuckle, handing him a small slip of paper. On it, there was a seemingly long list of questions, and Cole looked at them, for a second, before finally remembering what to do and taking the paper. He fumbled around in his pockets, looking for something to write with, and the worker chuckled again, and handed him a pen. Taking a deep breath, Cole set the paper down, and started on the application.
What is your name?
Cole answered this one simply, writing "Cole Tyson".
How long have you been in the Omniverse?
The blue lantern thought back... now it had been... a few days? He wrote down one week, possibly an exaggeration.
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
On this one, Cole became slightly confused. He didn't have a permanent residence: for now, he lived in a hotel. So, he simply wrote down, "No permanent residence, primarily hotels in Coruscant"
What is your current job?
An easy one. Cole wrote down none.
What was your life like back in your own world?
Cole thought back... mostly, he had been homeless, but he guessed they wouldn't want to hear that. He just wrote down that he was a vigilante. Accurate enough.
Why are you joining Dante's Abyss?
Somewhat harder... Cole wrote down to get an idea of what the Omniverse was. The sign-up sheet was far easier than Cole had expected; he was glad, now, that he'd be able to enter the competition. He handed the sheet to the worker, and she took it quickly, gesturing Cole to a pad nearby. Standing on it, the worker pressed a button in the booth, sending the pad-and Cole-moving quickly, taking him to the Syntech facilities.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Oleander - 06-07-2017
The transition through the gate was absolutely mind-blowing. On one side, the whole world was stark white. On the other, it was a rather large savanna. Takezo took moment to admire this seemingly magic portal. A whole new world, it seemed, attached to yet another new world.
Finding Carrefore was almost ridiculously easy. With the savanna being so broad and flat, the buildings jutting up from the earth were almost an eyesore. Not that he cared much for either wilderness or civilization. Both were good for one thing, but bad for another.
Takezo left the curious gate behind with little more than a glance behind him. The walk was almost peaceful, with a few wildlife creatures off in the distance, but not really paying him attention. It reminded him of his time in the mountains. Tough as life, but rewarding if you could make it.
He watched an odd creature off in the distance as he walked. It napped in the afternoon sun, generally being lazy. He did not know what the creature was, but its thick fur around its neck looked like it would make a great mantle, and its jaw of teeth would look great as a helmet. He would never wear such a thing, but he could imagine the showy shoguns prancing about in a skin of such an animal. The thought made him chuckle. Such boastful bastards always coward at the tip of a sword; he had never met a proud man in life die with such honor.
After a while, Takezo turned his focus away. It was growing difficult craning his neck around, and with the town so close he could almost hear the activities going on within. Faint voices caught his ear, a few boisterous laughs. Even a scream, but that sounded further into the town than the laughter, and he could not tell what exact type of scream it was. It could be of fear, surprise, or just someone making noise.
The sounds grew the closer he came. As he entered the town, he realized what was going on. The blustering of people surrounding a tent were full of energy as they waited. Above the tent, on a large sign, Takezo read exactly what he was hoping for; “Dante’s Abyss Registration.” A smirk formed.
He approached. A few civilians took note of him, ushering him along. “Are ya gonna sign up?” “Looks like we’ve got a live one!” “Ha! Another li’l Prime thinkin’ he can win the big one!” “Are you fast? Better hope so, ‘cause you’re gonna be doin’ a lot of runnin’ in there!” Their goading words set his blood to boil.
Inside the tent, a woman with bright hair handed him a clip board and pen. He glanced it over for a moment, then looked around. “There’s no ink.”
“No ink, he says! Haaahaha! He’s one of dem Cameltots!”
“It rights without ink, honey, it’s called a Pen.” The woman said, somewhat kindly – if a bit brief. With that in mind, Takezo filled out the form.
What is your name?
Shinmen Tokezo.
How long have you been in the Omniverse?
Two or three hours.
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
I am a Vagabond.
What is your current job?
I am a Vagabond.
What was your life like back in your own world?
I lived in the mountains near my village alone for a while, to train. I left when I was seventeen, to search for and cut down powerful generals, to prove and increase my strength as a swordsman.
Why are you joining Dante’s Abyss?
To win.
Handing the clipboard back, the woman gave it a quick read. Her brow rises bit by bit over a few of the questions. “Vagabond? … Hmm.” Her eyes flick up, regarding Takezo for a moment. “Only a couple of hours, and you’re already signing up for the Abyss… You’ve got guts, kid. Right this way.”
Takezo was escorted towards an odd metal contraption. He was pushed onto it, a bit reluctantly, at first. “What is this?”
“No worries, it’s just a Recall station.” Her lips pursed for a moment, realizing this newcomer might not quite understand. “It’s going to take you to the event area… by… magic…” That worked for now. She would let someone else try to explain technology to this man. “If you must throw up, please find a trashcan on the other side.” And like that, the machine activated, and the world changed in an instant.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Odin - 06-08-2017
Sleipnir clomped along through the forest; his rider only giving vague directions to the horse. Odin was deep in thought about what had transpired in Yggdrasil. He needed to do something drastic. It took a long time to gain power and to build alliances, and he had no idea how long he had. There had to be something he could do to jump start one or the other.
“Hello!”
Odin nearly jumped out of his saddle. How long had he been traveling? Where was he? Who was this guy standing behind a table full of pamphlets and paperwork? “Um, Hello,” muttered the god.
“Are you here to sign up for Dante’s Abyss?” asked the peppy boy. Boy, man, who could tell? He was probably somewhere between 18-20 years old. He certainly didn’t have a warrior’s body, but there was no trace of baby fat either. There was either stubble or a shadow on his face. Maybe some dirt?
“Why would one sign up for an abyss?” asked Odin, eyeing a large banner with more hype than info.
“Prizes?” responded the boy. Odin was the first person he had talked to that didn’t know what DA was. “Fame? It’s a game that primes play. It happens every year. Everyone watches.”
It must be like the games that were played at Things. If I can perform well, it may be just the thing I need. “Very well. I will compete,” declared Odin.
“Excellent! Just fill this out,” said the promoter. Odin took the clipboard skeptically.
“What is it?”
“Oh. You fill it out so everyone knows who you are,” explained the boy.
Odin nodded. They must mail them out to everyone in the Omniverse or something. He picked up the pen and started writing.
What is your name?
I am Odin, The All-Father
Who long have you been in the Omniverse?
Time is strange here, but I would guess about 1 year.
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
While I have spent most of my time in the Tangled Green, I would not say that it is my home.
What is your current job?
I do not understand the question. I am a god.
What was your life like back in your own world?
I spent my entire existence in pursuit of a goal that ultimately failed resulting in the destruction of everyone and everything I knew.
Why are you joining Dante’s Abyss?
To prove my worth to my fellow primes.
Odin gave the form a final look-over before returning it to the boy, who took a moment or two to read it over. “Alright. Everything looks good. If you will follow me.” Odin got of Sleipnir, returned him to OM, and followed the promoter to a strange metal circle. “This will take you to the staging area. There you can socialize, relax, and prepare for the main event. Good luck!”
Must be some kind of summoning cir… There was a flash of light and Odin was gone.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Dust - 06-08-2017
Compared to the bitter cold of his familiar territory, the salt filled air, the blazing hot sun, and the music filled streets of Costa del Sol were both extremely different and especially inviting. This man in particular has spent all of his time here, on day one he traveled here from Nexus, and has enjoyed his time in the sun and on his own. He's been getting along with the locals, helping them as he went, and just enjoying the beach completely when he was doing nothing that would amount to any reward. Apparently he liked to swim, swimming and other sports you could play on the beach, entering casual games and minor competitions with people who knew of him from reputation. But as fun as living it up in this sun drenched world, he knew it was not a vacation. It has never been a vacation. More importantly, he needed to get back to reality.
He didn't mind at all that he was not back in his own universe, where he was just a pawn for the power players to direct, where he was lead around like the dog they believed him to be; Where he had nothing, and more so had no ability to feel apathy or any regret for not having ambitions and goals other than staying alive; No point in living.. But to be alive. That was no life for him. However, it did still disturbed him to be thinking about such things. He hasn't changed much at all in his endless lounging about.
And so, here he was. Staring up at a poster that hasn't been there any of the other times he'd passed by. Advertising something kind of like a contest, from just looking at it he gathered it was a competition of some kind. As the water from his swim rolled down his new tan, and dripped from his locks, forming a puddle that is quickly sucked up by the sand's unquenchable thirst, Dust decided it was high time he got back into the swing of things. At the very least.. He needed to know if he could still even use his powers - and at what cost..
Following the signs and the excited chatter of what they could possibly expect this year, Dust found his way to the local registration center for Dante's Abyss. It sounded all kinds of exciting and intriguing, but he still did not understand what it was. His intentions were to ask his own questions and then calculate the risks and rewards of the situation before deciding to join, despite his intentions however he was not the one asking the questions.
A fast talking man with a lot of energy caught sight of him, apparently taking in the casual and yet fighting fit form as a sign that he immediately wanted to join. "YOU THERE!!" Stunned, Dust pointed to himself, but the man was already waving him over. "Of course you! You look like a man who could fight with the best, as well as any twist the games decide to throw at you! You're brimming with power, I can see it! You!! You are a Prime, I can tell!!"
'Prime.'
The word echoed through Dust like a lost memory coming back to him. That's right, he's not in some fantastic vacation point on his old world; He wouldn't be rich enough to be able to afford this, nor would be he lucky enough to win a trip. He was summoned here, his luck has yet to be determined as good or bad, but it was his luck and his own abilities that caused that thing, Omni to summon him. And instead of trying to figure everything out, he'd been lazing about on the beach and enjoying a war free life. But War called to him, fighting was in his blood, it was all he knew before this moment in time, and he would always remember the lessons. After all, they were printed onto his body in the form of scars. "I saw a po-"
"Yes! Yes, the posters. Of course. You are looking for a challenge, I can see it in your eyes! I can tell you are a fighter, why look at yourself!" He made a big show of throwing his hands in front of him to motion to the man who'd walked up to his table. He also sounded strangely like a salesman who had something underhanded to gain from this all, but he was a merely a man who knew how to make things sound grand. "I'd wager anything that you are a great fighter, I bet you have power! Of course you do, or you would not be here!! Not just here in this spot, but this place! And soon, in this tournament. I just need you to do me one thing, and one thing only." He slapped down a form from some unseen pocket of paper work, and then twisted and ink pen in his fingers before offering it to the lost dog before him. "Fill this out, and you too can be in the biggest event, yet."
Dust tentatively took the pen without thinking about it, and then turned to the paper. His head wasn't thinking about why he was filling it out, but what he was filling out, and almost immediately he had questions. Before his pen could touch the paper, he looked up. "I have a lot of names.. What should I put down?"
The man behind the table was stunned, but offered him a friendly smile, then shook his head. "Put down what you'd like to be called, then. Which name is your favorite?" Dust nodded slowly, then turned back to the page, that made a lot of sense. His hand dropped down, and he began to fill out the Dante's Abyss Registration Form:
What is your name?
Hokori Star Dust
How long have you been in the Omniverse?
I wouldn't know, it feels like months, but perhaps a year.
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
Costa del Sol.
What is your current job?
Beach bum. Currently unemployed.
What was your life like back in your own world?
I didn't have an opinion of it then, but now I think it was unpleasant, unbalanced, unjust..
Why are you joining Dante’s Abyss?
I've gotten lazy, I need to kick myself back into shape. This will do.
When he was finished, the man put the pen down before he realized he completed a form to join something he might not be fully prepared for. Never mind the undetermined time between his life threatening fight and now; He had nod idea yet if he could even fight outside of the basic combat.
However, before buyer's remorse - a new experience for him to say the least - settled in completely, the man behind the table snatched it up and after a glance at everything, as quickly as he made it appear it disappeared. "Good, good." He came around the counter, grabbing the much larger man by hooking his arm over the bulky but bare shoulders. It was a slight bit awkward but the guy seemed unfazed by it. "Dust, you're going to do great. I can tell!" The Syntech rep explained, then lead the man around to the metal circle. "Best of luck my friend." He added, and then with a gentle smack across his bare back and a push, Dust was shoved into the circle shortly before it activated. He got one last look at the guy, as he waved before he vanished!
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Handsome Jack - 06-08-2017
I find myself staring at what appears to be a re-purposed restaurant, the old sign proclaiming it as, 'The Emperor's Respite' covered over with a tarp re-designating it as the Dante's Abyss sign-up pavilion. Even though I'm already here, I'm starting to wish I had just stayed in jail. Figures that when Pops says it won't be that simple, he means he's gonna do some fucked up shit first. As much as I'd like to back out of this little deal, I ain't really got a choice in the matter anymore. Goddammit...
I move through the crowds towards one of the tables around the building, people instinctively making way for what is essentially a giant green bug-man who looks ready to kill them all. And I would too, if Gero hadn't told me that he wouldn't reverse what he'd done if I did. Fuck I'm hungry too. The asshole could have, at least, given me a meal before he kicked me out the door.
The young blonde girl sitting at the table doesn't even notice me until I'm practically on top of her, and unlike the rabble watching the televisions set-up around the area, she barely even blinks at my appearance. Though her eyes DO give a double-take at my chest. I sigh in resignation as she pulls out a pen and a form.
“Name?” she asks, writing implement at the ready.
“Ccell,” I reply succinctly, “And I'm legally required to tell you that you should drink Pepssi-Cola, the official beverage of Dante'ss Abysss.”
She blinks in confusion, frozen in mid-writing, “Excuse me?”
Goddammit... she said something again. “There's no exxcusse for not enjoying the cool, crissp tasste of a Pepssi.”
“Right... Well, uh, w-why are you interested in the Summer Syntech Event?”
“Becausse the alternative iss being sstuck in jail.”
An electrical shock painfully through my body and I quickly continue, “And becausse there'ss no better way to enjoy Pepssi than after a hard-day ssurviving in the Karl Jak sspectacular: Dante'ss Abysss.”
Fucking Gero... Once he takes these damn tattoos off me, I swear to god I'm going to kill him.
By now, the girl seems to have gotten over her shock at my tatttoed advertisements and peculiar manner of speech. Thank God, because the more she talks, the more I have to promote these damn brands. While she's writing, I hear a soft beep. Great. It changed. Fuck my life. I look down at my arm to see what I have to advertise now.
“How long have you been in the Omniverse, Mr. Cell?” she asks professionally.
“Fuck if I know. I've sspent I don't know HOW long sstuck in jail. Coursse, now that I'm out, I can head down to the local geneticss sstore and purchasse some of Ryan Indusstriess Plassmidss. With classsicss like Pyrokinessiss and all new formulass like Prime Ssensse, you jusst can't go wrong with a Ryan Indusstriess Plassmid!”
I try to keep my words upbeat and cheerful. I already know that the alternative is another nasty shock. Fortunately, it can't read my thoughts, because all I can think about is shoving a two-litre of Pepsi straight up his ass.
The questions keep coming and I keep answering them, along with giving my ever-changing product endorsements. They're nothing big, just some basic information and some waivers of responsibility. Whatever. But... even with this horrid affliction Gero had placed upon me, I couldn't help but feel a little excited about the whole thing. In between my answers, the girl had been giving me some details on what I was getting myself into. Gero got one thing right: this would be a perfect opportunity to prove that I am the perfect being.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Dawnika Snow - 06-09-2017
Quote:http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=8305&action=lastpost
What is your name?
Dawnika Shae Snow
How long have you been in the Omniverse?
It's a bit fuzzy, but I think almost a year now.
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
Can't give you the exact location, somewhere in the Ashen Steppes
What is your current job?
I'm a fuckin' bounty hunter, you think these guns are for show?
What was your life like back in your own world?
I was human.
Why are you joining Dante’s Abyss?
I'm getting paid to kill people. Hence Mercenary Assassin.
After replying to the questions listed on the forms and asked by the Ashen attendant (Quite snarkily), the woman behind the desk led her to Facility 17. This is where many of the Primes she would kill were training and getting ready for the real deal. Dawn merely went to the training area where she hoped there was a shooting range.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Jak Mar - 06-10-2017
Jak braced himself for yet another ride as he closed his eyes, summoning the hoverboard Kiera had given him over his adventures with Daxter over time. Flying solo again, just like old times.
The Courscant crowd was a little pushy, but there were a few old fans of Jak still there, watching.
<b>"HEY! Look! Jak "Dynamite" is here!"</b>
Jak groaned, he remembered the last DA he was in.
He pushed back the fans and looked over at the desk
"I presume you know what you are doing, Mr. Mar?
Jak nodded "Same signup like last time right?"
The attendant nodded, here.. paperwork, etc.
What is your name?
My name is Jak, my real name however, is Mar.
Who long have you been in the Omniverse?
Probably a good 3 years i think?
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
I move a lot, I find places to live over time.
What is your current job?
Omniverse Hero.
What was your life like back in your own world?
I saved my world 3 times with my friend, Daxter against many foes.
Why are you joining Dante’s Abyss?
Blowing off steam and good fighting.
Jak took one last look at the form and nodded, handing off the form to the man, who eyed him weird. Ok Mr. "Mar", follow me, please. The knife eared hero made his way toward the metal circle. Good luck and this is the place you'll be staying with the other contestants.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Malon - 06-10-2017
As Malon approached the booth she passed through an archway of high tech that she had not noticed up until now, and a beeper went off at the booth, to which an employee that was present swiftly rose to her feet and approached her. "Welcome, young lady! I presume that you are here for the sign-ups, aren't you?" What Malon did not know was that the beeping sound indicated that a Prime had crossed the archway, as only those were allowed to sign up. And to fulfill their quota, this particular employee was missing one person, and hoped to sign this girl up so that they could head home. "Here, come with me please! Right this way."
"What? Eh, actually I-" Malon started to explain herself but mechanically followed the employee who led her to the booth again and tugged a sheet of paper from a stack.
"Wonderful! Wonderful. Now, there's just a pair of little details that I would need you to tell me to get the paperwork out of the way. What's your name?"
"Eh? Oh, Malon. Listen though, what is-"
"Malon, with two L's?"
"No, just one... but what is this Dante's-"
"-Abyss? A grand event organized by Syntech, where the contestants compete over a grand prize! Deathandbanishmentmayormaynothappenand- *inhale* -bysigningthisyouarewaivingallyourrightsagainstsyntechshouldanythingoccurtoyou."
"... what was that last bit?"
"Oh, just standard procedure that we have to say to everyone. Nothing of importance. You sound like you are new to the Omniverse, Malon. Have you been here long?"
"Uhh... two to three weeks, maybe? I lost track for a while."
"Two and a half weeks, then! And where do you live?"
"I used to live in Lonlon Ranch, near Kakariko but..."
"I meant in the Omniverse, dear. Where do you live in the Omniverse?"
"Uhhh, I haven't settled down yet. I was hoping to find somewhere to live here in Camelot."
"Camelot it is. What's your current job?"
Malon frowned. "None... though I plan to work as a farmhand somewhere."
"Let's write in farmhand, that sounds better to the audience. So, what was your life like back in your own world?"
"It used to be good, I guess... up until six years ago where everything went down the hill when a tyrant seized the land and turned everything into a monster-infested wasteland. It wasn't very nice."
"I can imagine that. Last question then, why are you join- actually, never mind. Let me just..." The employee leant over the sheet and scribbled down something along the lines of: "In pursuit of fame and riches", before pushing the pen into Malon's hand and turning the piece of paper to her. "Here, if you could quickly write your signature at the bottom? Just a formality."
Quite confused and overwhelmed by the employee's spiel, Malon was too stunned to object and again, mechanically, signed her name at the bottom. What was this all about? An event organized by someone named Syntech? The employee pushed her towards another archway, a smaller one in the middle of the booth, and nearly shoved her through it before smiling smugly and filing the sheet of paper into a folder labeled participants. Quota done for the day, now she could get home. The girl would figure out what she'd been tossed into, she was a Prime after all. Those guys were durable enough to make it through anything.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Coruscant, Tier1) - Todd Ingram - 06-11-2017
Quote: Continuation from : DA motivation post More than just a butlerIt was late in the night and a young man was stationed at the signup station on the first tier of Coruscant. It was quiet at the hub, it seemed most of the folks were at home. The Abyss employee was a scrawny man, staring at some screen in front of him, it was obvious he was just bored and passing time. The poor guy nearly shat himself when from the corner of his eyes Batman appeared from the shadows. The intimidating black armor covered by his cape struck terror into his soul.
"W-welcome to t-t-the Abyss signup station. A-re you a contender?"
Batman responded with a simple short nod.
"A-alright, I just need some information before I can let you enter, what is your name?"
The caped martial artist took a step forward, almost invading the personal space. He looked down and with his iconic deep voice he responded, "I'm Batman."
"Batman...Alright. And how long have you been in the Omniverse?"
The only response the young man got was a long hard stare and an uncomfortable silence. "right, e-ehm, I'll just put down recently came to the Omniverse, alright?" Yet again not a single response.
"Current occupation?"
"Currently beating the crap out of the scum in this verse, after that, probably beating the crap out of scum of another verse."
"Next question, what verse do you call home?"
"Enough with these questions. Just put my name in the system and let me in." The agitated rough voice of the dark knight once again had its desired effect. It was pretty clear that the young man was regretting ever taking this job.
"I-I'm sorry Mr.Batman, before I am allowed to let you go anywhere I have to ask each contestant these questions. Could you p-please just answer why you are participating?"
"I'm looking for some people, they are either participating or they will see me participate, either way, this will make every verse know, Batman is here."
His interviewer nodded and wrote it down.
"Thank you Batman, you may now proceed towards the teleporter. From there you will be send to the facility where all contesters gather. Best of luck out there."
The dark knight nodded once more before stepping onto the platform, a bright light appeared, taking the Prime to Karl Jak's playground.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Harry Potter - 06-11-2017
Harry's next few training sessions with Captain America were a painfull blur best described in detail only later, in flashbacks perhaps.
Captain America, or as Harry had began to think of him, Steve Rodgers, was by all accounts a master of hand to hand combat. Harry Potter was not.
What Harry had was raw power. His clumsy punches, when they connected, channeled his spells into powerful blasts of energy. His slow, novice blocking was compensated for by the two-foot shield charm he would summon around one of his hands.
The Captain has come to think of Harry like a 'Brute'; a big, nontechnical fighter who was tough and strong. He could also not deny that every session, Harry became more powerful, but he was worried the young wizard mistook it for a rise in his skill level.
Harry had began to inquire about the Avengers; Captain America would always answer honestly, never overselling the organization. Harry asked about the missions; the Captain knew he was getting antsy. One day, Harry asked about Dante's Abyss; and the Captain knew Harry would die.
Later that night, Captain Steve Rodgers watched as Harry flew away on his Firebolt without leaving a note.
***
Harry Potter landed on the beaches of Costa Del Sol at midnight, touching down at Lifeguard Tower Nine and Three Quarters. He spent some time there, alone, watching the ocean and thinking. In the back of his mind, he felt Tom calling. He did not answer, but simply got back on his broomstick and sailed off into Costa Del Sol to find a signup station.
***
The station was oddly quiet, advertised with a large buzzing neon sign blinking DANTE'S ABYSS SIGNUP. Harry noticed it was largely empty, this late at night and this late into registration. A single attendant snoozed softly behind the counter.
"Hullo," Harry said politely, startling the pretty attendant out of her slumber.
"Wha'?" she asked proffesionally, batting her long eyelashes. "Oh, uhm, yes, hello."
"Thanks," Harry said for some reason. "I want to register for the cricket competition."
The attendant stared at him blankly with a pair of big amber eyes.
"No wait," he said, "I meant Dante's Abyss."
The attendant did not smile, but simply slid him a stack of forms.
After he had filled them out, the attendant turned on a camera in front of the desk, and asked Harry a series of questions.
***
"What's your name?" asked the pretty receptionist.
Harry cleared his throat. "Harry Potter."
"Tell the camera," she said, and Harry faced the camera, his lightning bolt scar prominent.
"Harry Potter," he said more confidently.
"Where do you live, Harry?" she asked politely.
"The Vasty Deeps, uh, Costa Del Sol," the wizard replied.
"What do you do in Costa Dle Sol, Harry?" she continued.
"I'm a volunteer lifeguard," Harry replied.
"That sounds exciting," she pressed.
Harry smiled a little. "I'm used to excitement. My old verse had plenty of that."
"What was your life like back in your own world?" the reporter asks.
Harry leaned back in his chair and laughed a little, his green eyes sparkling. "Adventurous," he said simply, and the attendent nodded.
"Why are you joining Dante's Abyss?" she asked.
Harry shrugged. "Cardio?"
He swore he saw her smile.
"And how are you going to win Dante's Abyss?" she asked.
Harry sighed, showing signs of impatience as he looked way from the camera, and then back again. "I don't know," he confessed. "But I'll win. It's what I do. It's what I've always done."
The attendant nodded.
"And finally, do you have anything you would like to say to the sponsors?" she asked. Harry watched a lock of hair break loose from her tight bun and drift in front of her eye. She did not seem to notice.
"No," he answered firmly. "Are we done here?"
***
"Make sure you have everything you need before you enter the arena; you won't be able to summon anything," the attendant warns.
Harry thought about it for a moment, then summoned a Holly and Phoenix Feather wand. He swished it around a little bit, and sighed.
It was a poor substitute, a wand that had not chosen the wizard, but it was better than nothing.
Harry gripped himself very tightly, and with a feeling not unlike travelling by Floo, he was transported to Syntech Station 17.
***
RE: (Preshow) Registration [Coruscant] - Simon - 06-11-2017
Pulling up to a finely-cleaned curb on Tier 1, the cab came to a sharp hart, the passengers lurching in their seats. The driver was handed a quick payment of rainbow material, and the back door opened.
Out stepped Dante, bootfalls confidently hitting the pavement and pulling him from his seat. The devil hunter rolled his shoulders and straightened out his fine crimson coat, part of the new outfit he had formed from the tatters of his scorched clothes. Omnilium really did wonders when it came to that sort of stuff. He leaned over and reached back into the cab, pulling out a large case that not-too-subtly concealed his weapons. "Thanks again," Dante remarked to the taxi driver, who merely gave a parting wave in response.
Slamming the door shut and letting the hover-car peel away, the son of Sparda looked to his new quarry. A small crowd was gathered around a re-purposed storefront near the Nexus gate plaza. Several televisions in the window displayed broadcasts of various Syntech products and events, most notably advertisements for their premiere event of the year:
Dante's Abyss.
The devil hunter quietly shouldered his way through the crowd, his imposing appearance doing well to make way through the people. Beyond the throng sat an unfolded stand advertising Sign-Ups for the annual event. It would be remiss of Dante to not investigate whatever sort of battle contest this was, considering it almost literally had his name on it.
The receptionist manning the stand could only be right to assume that the red-coated figure with the large case was here to enter Dante's Abyss. He wordlessly pushed a set of forms forward for the man to sign- it wasn't as if they read the fine print anyways. They were all Primes anyway, the lucky bastards that didn't have to give a shit about whether they died or not. The guy honestly couldn't understand why anyone would find these sorts of events to be at all interesting or impacting if nobody even stayed dead. It really seemed like a whole different magnitude of stupidity in his mind- but really, that just set the tone of Coruscant and the Omniverse as a whole.
"Name?"
"Tony Redgrave."
The guy blinked, expression subtly changing for the first time in several hours. He wasn't sure if he should appreciate the relatively normal name, or spite it for how edgy it sounded. "How long have you been around?"
That was a good question, actually. Not one to be dwelt upon right now, though. "Never paid attention."
The receptionist sighed. "Where do you live?"
"Tier 4."
"Your current job?"
"Freelance mercenary."
"What was your life back in your home world?"
Tony scoffed, a sound of total disgust. "Yeah, you'd like to know that, wouldn't you?"
The man at the table rolled his eyes. He didn't make the questions, he just asked them. Not his damn fault. If this newcomer wanted to lave his past shrouded in some dumbass mystery, who was he to care? "And why are you joining?"
"Take a wild guess."
The man sighed again, practically oozing with sarcasm. "You wanna kill people."
At this, Tony actually looked up with an offended expression. "Wha- no? I'm gonna put on a god-damn show for this world to see." The receptionist narrowed his glare, not fond of smartasses. Of course you would have to be a colossal jerk to even consider signing up for this garbage.
He pressed a few buttons lazily on a machine while the entrant finished up his signatures. When he finished and dropped the pen, the Syntech intern motioned toward the interior of the building. "Teleporter's inside. We hope you have a memorable experience," he forced out, Mr. Redgrave already walking away.
God, this guy needed a new job.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - The Future Warrior - 06-11-2017
Her aimless wandering about Tier 1 in search of the signup station didn't take her terribly long, despite being more or less at random. Asking people for directions or if they'd seen anything that could help her was starting to become more or less second nature by this point. If it wasn't on her maps or somewhere she'd been to before, she was pretty much lost for trying to find it. But in this instance, it was a pretty common thing, it seemed, and not all that hard to track down, with some proper directions and points in the right way to head. And she found it without much trouble, thanks to all that.
Wandering on up, she stopped by the sign-up station and looked it over curiously. Almost immediately, she was greeted by someone behind the desk quite literally popping up out of nowhere. "Hello! Here to sign up for Dante's Abyss, are you?"
"Uh..." Graowr just blinked once. Then again. Staring up at the man that had just popped up from behind the desk. "Yeah, I guess so!" she finally agreed.
"Ah, excellent! Just a moment, we've got a bit of a form for you to fill out. Just a technicality." He leaned down, retrieving something from under the desk. "Most of this is just a formality, but there's a few things we could use to get everything...properly sorted out for you. So just fill this out, like I said, and you'll be good to go!"
A clipboard, with some forms on it and a pen, was slid across the desk toward her. She looked at it, not really having to look down all that much owing to her rather...insubstantial height. For a good few moments, she just stared at it, then slooooowly lifted her eyes to look back up at the man behind the desk.
For nearly a full, uncomfortable minute there was nothing but silence between them. Only the noise of the city in the background provided any noise. Slowly, a faint sheen of sweat started to break out on the Syntech employee's forehead and his operative expression faltered. "U-Uh, is...is there a problem, ma'an?"
"I dunno how to write."
The man stumbled in place, his balance deserting him and nearly winding up face first on the desk. "W-Well, that...that's not a problem! Aha!" His tone was nervous, but he was hiding it well. "I'll be glad to assist you!" He took the clipboard back, and pulled up a chair to sit at the desk and make the writing easier. "N-Now then, just...just a few questions!"
Graowr just nodded, with a sudden smile. "Okay!"
"A-Aha, yes...very well, first question, then! What is your name?"
"Graowr."
She only got a blank look in response, and after several seconds a tentative "E-Er, how...do you spell that?" When the only response was a shrug, he just scribbled something down. Hopefully it would suffice. "Right. Next question, then... Hoo long have you been in the Omniverse?"
The little blue majin paused, her head tilting slightly. Gloved hands came up, fingers rising one by one as she slowly counted in her head. "Oh...a few weeks, I think? Time works weird, it's had to keep track."
"Right, right...yes, of course." More scribbling. "Next question, then: Where do you live in the Omniverse?"
"I have a place to stay down on Tier 4, right here in Coruscant!" she said brightly. "It's a pretty nice place. I do wish it was daytime more often, though...always seems to be night down there..."
The man just laughed. Oh, wow...someone this clueless, living down on Tier 4? She wouldn't last long. "Right, yes." He noted down that answer. "What is your current job?"
"Current job?" She just blinked in confusion, remaining silent for a good while. "....oh! oh, right! I work with the EPD!" she finally said when it dawned on her. "They got me my apartment down on Tier 4 and everything. They're kind of a weird bunch, but they're pretty nice, long as you can complete the assignments they give you! Plus I got to blow up a giant laser!" She clapped a hand over her mouth. "I don't think I was supposed to say that..."
Now it was the Syntech employee's turn to just...stare, in blank, stark disbelief. This...this thing was an EPD officer? She looked like barely more than a child, and she was...so, so, so stupid... He just shook his head. Good grief, they were really accepting anyone these days, weren't they? He just noted down her initial answer. "Right. Next, then: What was your life like back in your own world?"
"Oh, that's a long story!" she said brightly. "I was a Time Patroller! I helped keep the timeline in balance, stop people from changing history and causing all sorts of problems! Got to fight a lot of strong people, and had a lot of un! Got to see legends and history happen right in front of my eyes, and I even got to beat up and destroy someone who I'm pretty sure was trying to become a god. He was really strong!" She smacked one fist into an open palm, grinning. "But I managed to take him down!"
The pen slipped from the man's hand, just staring in wide-eyed wonder. Was...was she serious, or was she just making a joke out of this? It sounded like the kind of story a child with an over-active imagination would make up. But, well...it also really wasn't his problem. "Right, so...I'll just..." he picked his pen up again. "...not that down as 'time-travelling fighter', then..." And he did just that. "Right, last question: Why are you joining Dante’s Abyss?"
Both hands clenched into fists, and one raised up, hovering before her face. "Because it seems like a lot of fun! People come from all over the Omniverse, and they're all probably pretty strong! I wanna see how much work I still gotta do to get back to real fighting shape!"
The man just nodded slowly, looking down at the clipboard again and scribbling the gist of that answer down. "Right, then. That's everything." He slid the clipboard across again to Graowr. "Last thing. Just need you to sign here." He tapped at a line on the top-most form. "Doesn't need to be anything legible or much of anything. Just that you were here and filled this out in person. Well...more or less. Paperwork and formalities, you understand."
"Oh, okay!" And she took the offered pen, and scribbled something...that looked vaguely like a big, capital 'G' with some scribbled lines that...might generously have called the rest of her name. "There!" She handed it back, and the man just sighed, shaking his head.
"Right...if you'll just head over this way and step onto this teleporter here..." And he gestured at a large, blue pad behind the station. "...it'll take you to Syntech Station 17, where everyone else who's signed up already is waiting for the event to officially start."
"Alright!" That was all she needed to hear. In a blur of blue and black, she was gone, past the employee and bounding up to the teleporter. And in a flash, she was gone.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Cirno - 06-11-2017
As she looked at the Sakuya look alike she started to freak out. But then the girl said her name causing Cirno to relax. "So it isn't Sakuya good. For a second there I thought we were going to get our asses handed to us."
As Tamsin Suzaku asked about Dante's Abyss Cirno was confused but slightly excited. But as a result her ice aura grew even colder causing the other two ladies to shiver. "Then that means I the strongest can show my prowess!" Her grin grew to shit eating levels as she felt energy grow inside of her. "Is it like Danmaku duels? Because that is something me and Clownpiece are used too."
Clownpiece just chuckled as she was actually excited to show her prowess against the fairy of the ice. Cirno raised her eyebrow at clownpiece asking out of curiosity. "Clownpiece what are your ability's by the way? I never learned what they were."
"Oh you know fear, insanity that sort of thing." she said with a large grin, thinking she was the one that would win.
At that point Tamsin sighed as the two were starting to boast about there powers and waited since either Cirno was a really good liar or she was innocent and stupid.
After a good solid fifteen minutes of arguing and boasting about each fairy's powers and weaknesses. The three girls went into the gate only for Cirno and Clownpiece to tumble out on the other side, Tamsin was perfectly fine. Cirno was the first to get up and started to dust herself off when she saw a booth that said in big Impact font. Syntech corporation Dante's Abyss sign up's here.
She gave her hand to Clownpiece who took it and pulled her down in a act of a couple fairy's messing around as the two giggled. After a good second each of them got up and dusted each other off in a sign of good will; and walked over to the sign up station. "Hello my name is Cirno, this is clownpiece and were here to sign up for . . . Dante's Abyss was it?"
"Tamsin Suzaku, of the Servus Guild." she bowed before the woman working at the stand. Cirno got a couple flashback as Sakyua was much like her in grace and presumably battle style.
The woman in charge handed each prime a Clipboard with a couple pages of paper work and a pen on it. "Sign the empty spaces with your answers and sign your signature here and here." she pointed to two lines that had signature required on it. Cirno sighed as she was one of the few fairy's who could read write and do basic math and started to write with urgency. Tamsin just looked at the clipboard with confusion, before the person talked about protection of the company from legal problems in the future.
What is your name?
Cirno, the fairy of the ice
how long have you been in the Omniverse?
I just got here with Clownpiece so maybe a few hours tops?
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
Just got here, so I have no current living area.
What is your current job?
Shaved ice saleswoman.
What was your life like back in your own world?
I was a fairy living in Gensokyo, by a lake. I sold shaved ice for a living. I would say I was pretty popular during the summer but lost that popularity during the winter. It was quite crazy there. Events would happen a lot where the shrine maiden, and a few others (me included sometimes) would go and deal with said problem.
Why are you joining Dante’s Abyss?
To show i'm the strongest!
As cirno signed her name realistically in print mostly she handed the clipboard back to the woman who put the paper in a box marked Prime information and signups and escorted the ice fairy with slight shivering towards a metal disk where she was sent to dante's abyss. She decided right before getting teleported that she would head towards the first sign of a training area since she would be facing tougher opponents most likely.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Clownpiece - 06-11-2017
Dante’s Abyss...
Clownpiece stood back a few steps, silently staring at the station as her comrade marched right up to it without a care in the world. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected to find it that easily. All it had taken to was a quick trip through the strange, overgrown archway. Still, it was quite strange, why hadn’t she seen this forest from the other side, she wondered as she cast her gaze around. They were currently standing in a small clearing, green grass at their feet, and the bright sun bearing down on them, but after only a couple of meters, the clearing gave way and a massive forest took hold. It seemed like the sort of thing she should have noticed.
“Um, miss?” A female voice called out, breaking Clownpiece out of her stupor.
“Yeah?” The fairy responded, nonchalantly turning to face the attendant. The woman was now standing, leaning over her station, right hand propping her up, and left hand holding out a board and paper. “Oh, right! Sorry!” She giggled nervously, stepping forward and grabbing it out of the attendant’s hand. Without a moment of hesitation, she took another step forward and laid her torch down right on the table. The wooden table.
A cacophony of random, shocked noises assaulted the hell fairy’s ears. She flinched back as the attendant, in a maelstrom of frantically flailing limbs, tried to fling the torch away. With a surprised squeak, Clownpiece shot her hand forward, swiping her torch away from the scrambling arms.
“Woah,” she said, holding out her free hand, palm facing the attendant. “Calm down, it doesn’t burn.”
“Alright...” The attendant sighed, holding a hand to her chest and taking deep breaths. “Just, give people warning first...”
With some diabolical ideas beginning to form in her mind, Clownpiece simply smiled an arrogant smile and nodded, setting her torch back down and picking the pen and board back up. She scanned over it, quickly reading all the questions before she started writing things down. It looked like it was just a simple joining form, probably so the higher-ups would know what to expect. Without further thought, she began jotting down her answers.
What is your name?
Clownpiece
How long have you been in the Omniverse?
Less than a day.
Where do you live in the Omniverse?
Nowhere, yet.
What is your current job?
Does Fairy of Hell count?
What was your life like back in your own world?
Fun. I had so much time to sow madness in the humans of Gensokyo.
Why are you joining Dante’s Abyss?
To prove that I am the strongest.
Finishing off the last of the questions, Clownpiece signed her name in a childish scrawl, before handing it back to the attendant. Casting a quick glance to the side, she absently grabbed her torch again. Cirno was no longer next to her, so she assumed she must have been on her way already.
“Right this way,” with a cheery smile and a monotonous voice, the star-clad girl was unceremoniously ushered to the recall station and sent on her way.
RE: (Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC) - Illidan Stormrage - 06-11-2017
A peal of thunder crashed overhead as Illidan glided towards Darkshire. The tiny hovel had begun reconstruction efforts since the attack. As the rain had eased off, workers had streamed back to the crumbled walls and recommenced restoration of the perimeter. They had made decent progress, more than Illidan had perhaps considered. Some of the houses nearby still suffered damage, from scorched to missing walls, but again there were people addressing the issue.
The kaldorei demon wondered how he would be treated when he attempted to sign up for this death tournament. While he didn't take his demonic transformation he was in now during the battle, instead opting for a tank-like variant, the general theme was hardly different; glowing tattoos, blindfold over the eyes, protruding horns, purple skin. The less stupid among the survivors would put two and two together, surely. Stormrage had no desire to battle, especially without an army at his back, but vengeance is a strong and potent drink. Those who had imbibed it too deeply and too readily may not care about Illidan's intentions. He could understand. Vengeance had driven his entire life.
His blazing eyes scoured the streets of Darkshire as he soared overhead. Some of the humans had spotted him, pointing at the black creature that watched them ominously from the sky. News would soon spread. Hell, it would surprise him if the alarm didn't go up almost immediately. Humans were known to be jumpy, scared creatures. After his assault on their hamlet, no doubt the survivors were on edge, running from any vague shadow that sported claws and growled.
Sure enough, a horn blew. A shrill ringing of bells meshed to form a striking if irritating call to arms. People scattered along the streets, barricading themselves in the nearest building they could find. Others dived beneath carts and boxes. A small contingent of brave humans ran to the barracks to take up weapons and slide on armour to meet the threat.
Of course, it was all in their heads, but even if Illidan didn't throw the first punch, there could well be a battle in the town. A battle that the night elf demon likely wouldn't win. He had to find the sign ups for this death tournament and flee. But how did he sign up? Who was in charge of such a thing? Dracula could have stood to be more informative.
A stream of soldiers pursued him from below. Illidan slammed his wings and shot off like a bullet, giving him some breathing room from his predators. His hooves touched down on the ground. The footfalls of the approaching army echoed through the street behind him. Illidan's fingers twitched, reacting to the prelude to battle, and he almost summoned his warglaives without thinking. Balling his fists, he fought the urge to pummel those who sought him death.
"Hey!" Illidan shouted, touching a clawed finger to his throat and casting a spell to amplify the volume of his voice. "I'm here to sign up for ... Dante's Abyss! I do not want to fight!"
The soldiers poured into the square where Illidan had landed. Swords slipped free of their scabbards, shields raised towards the night elf demon, spears thrust forward in a spiky line of defence, and archers in the back notched their bows. Stormrage had expected a full frontal assault, since he stood alone, though after the hiding Darkshire took from him previously, perhaps they were concerned he was playing some sort of trick. In any case, playing it safe, at least for the time being, had saved some Darkshire militia lives.
A single soldier walked defiantly through the entanglement of shields and spears. His sword still nestled in its scabbard hanging from his hip, and he made no movement to draw it. His eyes had narrowed to the point that they could have been opened or closed and Illidan wouldn't be able to tell the difference. A five o'clock shadow covered his thick jaw and face.
"You ..." he growled in a tired voice. "Haven't you done enough?"
Illidan unfurled his fingers in a display of transparency. "I do not wish to fight you. I have come to sign up for this Dante's Abyss and was informed I could do so here."
"That's funny," the officer said, walking uncomfortable close to Stormrage. "Because a whole lot of people didn't want to fight you. But they did, because they weren't about to lie down and die like cowards to some piece of garbage vampire monster. But a lot of them did die, defending the little peace that we have built for ourselves here."
"And more of them will die if you insist on provoking me," Illidan spat. "I have already made it clear that I am not here to kill."
The sword rang in a high, steely note as the officer swept the blade from its scabbard. The narrowness of his eyes vanished as a hard, penetrating gaze rounded them. His lips quivered as he spoke, deep rage struggling through each word. "You killed my brother. You killed my son. You killed my friends. My wife will never walk again. What makes you think that you can just stroll into Darkshire and do whatever you it is you want?!"
Illidan knelt down, his fiery eyes level with the officer. "I understand your pain."
"Don't try to empathise with me, you sick son-of-a-"
"I have felt untold loss in my life as well," Stormrage continued. "I have been abandoned, betrayed, excommunicated, and left for dead. I have a rage that swirls within me that will never be quenched, no matter whom I slaughter to repay debts. It is a sickness - no, a darkness, that consumes you until there is barely enough light to see."
The officer scowled, though the intensity of his hatred had softened to make way for confusion.
"If you let it, it will fester inside until it claims you, too. Perhaps one day it will, and you will be driven to madness. Perhaps you will throw away any chance of redemption, of a new life, in order to hunt me down and bury your blade into my heart. And if you did, I would not be angry. How could I be, when vengeance is all I know?"
"But listen to me. Release your fury and start a new life, grip it close to your soul until it infects you irreparably, it matters not to me which you choose. But today, if not for your sake -" Illidan pointed over the officer's shoulder and to the men and women arrayed behind him, awaiting the order to strike, "- do not spill any more blood, for their sake. Do not spread the darkness to more of your kin."
Tears welled in the officer's eyes as he grimaced, staring directly into Illidan's fiery orbs. The tip of his blade shot up, and the night elf demon tensed. Emotions were fragile and corruptible things, capable of leading a smart man into a stupid situation. If that sword moved another inch towards his violet flesh, it would not be kaldorei blood that would be first spilled.
Two well armed men flanked Illidan from either side wielding sleeker versions of those strange gnome blunderbusses he had seen on Azeroth. "Excuse me sir, are you the one who wanted to join Dante's Abyss?"
A whirl of black smoke surrounded Illidan and quickly dispersed, robbing the night elf of his demonic attributes and height. "Yes. I was searching for the sign up station until I got into a ... discussion with the local law enforcement."
"The mayor assured the Syntech Corporation that all aspiring contestants would be free to join without harassment," one of the guards said, his eyes hidden behind a visor.
The soldier sighed abruptly and the point of the sword dropped. "Get on with your business and then get the hell out of Darkshire. Never return again, even if it is to sign up for some death tournament. Do you hear me?! You won't be so lucky next time!"
"You're not in a position to make demands," Illidan said as he walked off with the Syntech guards.
The kaldorei was led to a small booth. A man in a pressed blue suit sat at a chair, drumming his fingers on the desk. He jumped out of his seat at Illidan's arrival, his hands skimming through the numerous leafs of paper strewn before him. He grabbed a handful, spun them around to face Illidan, and picked a pen out of his front pocket.
"Good day sir," the man said, adjusting his wide-lens glasses. "Are you interested in joining Dante's Abyss?"
Illidan nodded in the affirmative. "I've gone through enough trouble. It better be worth my while."
"For someone as strong as you look, I'm sure you'll find it thrilling," the attendant said, handing Illidan the pen. "I just need you to sign a few waivers. Sign here and here, initial here, over the page ... sign here, here and here, initial here, skip those few pages ... and initial here, here, here, here, here and here, and finally, sign here and initial here."
"Enough busywork," Illidan said, dropping the pen. "Let me enter this death tournament already."
"Ah, almost ready for you sir. I just need you to fill out a character profile-"
"I'm not writing anything more!"
The man swallowed. "Ah, well ... how about I ask you the questions and I write the answers down for you? Is that acceptable?"
Illidan growled. Since when did a death tournament require so much bureaucracy? "Fine. Let's just get it over and done with."
"Thank you sir, now to the questions ... what is your name?"
"Illidan Stormrage." He almost immediately annotated 'The Betrayer' to the end, and he was so shocked at how deeply ingrained that was, he growled. The Syntech employee twitched, thinking the agitation was caused by him. Illidan had no desire to correct him.
"O-OK ... how long have you been in the Omniverse?"
Illidan jetted air audibly through his nostrils. "I don't know. A while."
"Right." The attendant adjusted his spectacles. "And where do you live in the Omniverse?"
"I'm not in the habit of announcing my location," Illidan said, crossing his arms over his chest. "But I hail from the Pale Moors, I suppose."
"Pale Moors, got it. And what's your current profession?"
Illidan frowned. "Profession? Like a trade? I do not have one. I'm sure some of the inhabitants of this dingy village would label me a butcher."
"OK, butcher ..."
"I wasn't being serious!" Illidan shouted. "You want more information, ask the townspeople about my connection with Count Dracula."
"Oh, sorry Mr. Stormrage, I misunderstood," the Syntech employee said, the sound of his ballpoint pen scratching over the paper as he crossed out his mistake. "What was your life like back in your old world?"
"Which part? The part where my brother-" Illidan slammed his mouth shut. Why was he about to spill his past to this stranger? Had that soldier and his sob story gotten under his skin? He took a deep breath. "Chaos. War. Death. I'm not going into specifics."
The Syntech employee made no indication he would pry further. "Good. One last question ... why are you joining Dante's Abyss?"
"A simple question. I have a simple answer." Illidan leaned in close. The Syntech employee stiffened. "To show to the Omniverse that Count Dracula is back, and that no one is safe."