05-30-2018, 06:45 PM
Ricter never heard of this sort of thing before, granted he's only been here for say...a week at the most but the fact that everyone who's anyone seemed to want to sign up for this tournament styled battle arena only made him interested in seeing what it was about. The lights and glamor of the stage, the clanging of metal, and even the display of abilities was all interesting and fun in his eyes. The death part maybe not so much, he'd just hope he'd last long enough to not have that happen as he didn't want to end up turned into mulch or worse.
His entrance into this place was fairly common, he took what ever gate that was around to get here, after all this realm seemed to be the fight capitol and was easy to make his way to the battle grounds once he noticed where spectators and people who were ready for combat would convene. From big buff sword wielders that would even laugh at him for being a bit shorter than the average guy and holding a sword just as long as a 3rd of his body, too mages and spell casters wielding staffs. Occasionally seeing the token mercenary or two with a hidden arsenal of guns and bazookas, nothing too special.
Wearing his doctor attire, with which was just a coat, his brown shirt, and some blue jeans, he'd make his way towards the near by building, passing concessions and what not placed outside but all under a company name. Part of him wanted to join just to see what he'd notice or even find out when it came to actually seeing new and interesting powers, finding ways to circumvent them, or flat out cure diseases that he hadn't seen or heard of before. Other part of him kind of just wanted to be the medical personnel for the event which as he got to the sign up desk and he'd maybe ask about it, being greeted by the clerk at the desk.
"Good day to you, are signing up?" She'd ask, tone as plain faced as you can guess, probably from repeated programed iterations of saying this over and over again.
"Yes I am, or at leas I guess I am, I wanted to ask is there any positions to just be the on site medic?"
"Apologies but no, we hire our event staff well ahead of time, so unfortunately you will be unable to participate unless your a contestant."
"Well...guess that's out of the question, so what am I supposed to do to sign up." He'd groan, scratching his head a little.
"Name, age, title, affiliation, and any other relevant information." She would point to a paper, pushing the pen towards him.
Taking it he would begin to sign it out, all the while thinking "Ricter Casenger, age? Damn...How old am I? Oh right...122, Dr. for title, and affiliation is none." He'd say, being almost immortal in his previous live before coming here he only died if his witch died, so since she wasn't dead for those many years he was fairly old. As for bonus information he'd just leave it black, no reason to put anything special after all as he pushed the paper back to the clerk who would check, stamp, and point.
"Teleporters are over there, feel free to go when your ready."
"When I'm ready? You mean were starting now?" Ricter seemed confused.
"No."
"Then?..."
"Just go there, its the waiting room."
"..."
Silent, Ricter would just groan and walk over to the teleportation pad, the digitalized particles beginning to charge around his body before they would materialize his physical form on what seemed like another one some ways away. He'd get off and step out, looking around and wondering if this was a good idea to sign up for something that could lead to his death.
His entrance into this place was fairly common, he took what ever gate that was around to get here, after all this realm seemed to be the fight capitol and was easy to make his way to the battle grounds once he noticed where spectators and people who were ready for combat would convene. From big buff sword wielders that would even laugh at him for being a bit shorter than the average guy and holding a sword just as long as a 3rd of his body, too mages and spell casters wielding staffs. Occasionally seeing the token mercenary or two with a hidden arsenal of guns and bazookas, nothing too special.
Wearing his doctor attire, with which was just a coat, his brown shirt, and some blue jeans, he'd make his way towards the near by building, passing concessions and what not placed outside but all under a company name. Part of him wanted to join just to see what he'd notice or even find out when it came to actually seeing new and interesting powers, finding ways to circumvent them, or flat out cure diseases that he hadn't seen or heard of before. Other part of him kind of just wanted to be the medical personnel for the event which as he got to the sign up desk and he'd maybe ask about it, being greeted by the clerk at the desk.
"Good day to you, are signing up?" She'd ask, tone as plain faced as you can guess, probably from repeated programed iterations of saying this over and over again.
"Yes I am, or at leas I guess I am, I wanted to ask is there any positions to just be the on site medic?"
"Apologies but no, we hire our event staff well ahead of time, so unfortunately you will be unable to participate unless your a contestant."
"Well...guess that's out of the question, so what am I supposed to do to sign up." He'd groan, scratching his head a little.
"Name, age, title, affiliation, and any other relevant information." She would point to a paper, pushing the pen towards him.
Taking it he would begin to sign it out, all the while thinking "Ricter Casenger, age? Damn...How old am I? Oh right...122, Dr. for title, and affiliation is none." He'd say, being almost immortal in his previous live before coming here he only died if his witch died, so since she wasn't dead for those many years he was fairly old. As for bonus information he'd just leave it black, no reason to put anything special after all as he pushed the paper back to the clerk who would check, stamp, and point.
"Teleporters are over there, feel free to go when your ready."
"When I'm ready? You mean were starting now?" Ricter seemed confused.
"No."
"Then?..."
"Just go there, its the waiting room."
"..."
Silent, Ricter would just groan and walk over to the teleportation pad, the digitalized particles beginning to charge around his body before they would materialize his physical form on what seemed like another one some ways away. He'd get off and step out, looking around and wondering if this was a good idea to sign up for something that could lead to his death.