05-28-2018, 03:04 PM
Teleporters, this way of transportation was still the exorcist least favorite way of getting around. It felt unnatural, as if every atom of his body got stripped apart and reassembled. A nauseous feeling from the pit of his stomach overtook him. Whatever he had for lunch it was about to see daylight again. “Are you alright, sir?” An unfamiliar voice spoke behind him. With his face turning pale the prime turned around and shook his head. “How can i be of assistance?” A naive syntech employee kindly offered, before the newly arrived contestant deposited the entire contents of his stomach onto the ground of which the boy stood. The sight was anything but graceful. With a disgusted look towards Kanda the employee refused to look down at the freshly produced chemical warzone. He kept a brave face, “Are...you feeling alright...sir?”
The exorcist wiped the area around his mouth, removing any chunks that were left behind. “Feeling a lot better, no thanks to that horrendous device you people use to transport us here. You might want to clean that up.” Without lingering any further the prime took off, leaving the syntech employee to his duties.
The area he arrived wasn't as crowded as expected. Apart from a few staff members and a camera here and there, there weren't any other people he could mark as possible contenders. For now he would remain here, at the main hall. Best thing for now was to observe the other candidates, information is the key for any victory. Kanda walked a bit and found himself a nice quiet place, without too many of those syntech folk around. He had to admit the company organizing this competition had a sense of style. Even their main entry hall was designed to make people feel at ease, the atmospheric tranquility had its desired effect the moment you enter. Unless of course the teleporter messes with your insides.
The swordsman found a nice quiet place to sit down, making sure he had a view on the area of arrivals and he was not in plain sight. Whilst waiting for other volunteers he decided to do a bit more research. Taking out his dataverse device he got comfortable and leaned back against one of the decorative trees. In his left ear he could hear a lens zoom in, it was already obvious he wouldn't have a private moment the entirety of his stay here.
The screen turned on and Kanda focussed on what he planned to do. Searching for information on previous Dante’s Abyss participants. The list was long and filled with powerful primes who already made a name for themselves. Some of them he already knew. It seemed that in the past both Gilgamesh and Victor participated in these games. Neither of them was successful in winning it, it seemed. Though the reports of their fights were both detailed and impressive. Now that he thought of it? He never asked permission to leave his station, hopefully the king would understand if he was made aware of the captain’s intentions.
The exorcist continued through the list of warriors. Some of these were good honorable fighters, primes like Mickey Mouse, good hearted fighters with the right motivation. Articles about these primes were extensive, and with time to kill he didn't mind. Unfortunately not every registered fighter was a prime of honor. Betrayal and backstabbers were of the highest order in these previous competitions. It seems relying on others could be either your downfall or your crutch towards victory. He would have to be very careful in picking allies, if he were to find any.
His mind wandered, deciding which primes would come through those portals next. Perhaps Ms.Marvel would make another appearance. After their clash in the arena of Camelot he had developed a form of respect for the blonde fighter. She fought with ferocity and heart, with a code of honor, somewhere deep inside him he hoped to meet her again, if not for a rematch then to simply catch up with her tales of glory.
But for now, he would simply observe. Time will reveal all.
The exorcist wiped the area around his mouth, removing any chunks that were left behind. “Feeling a lot better, no thanks to that horrendous device you people use to transport us here. You might want to clean that up.” Without lingering any further the prime took off, leaving the syntech employee to his duties.
The area he arrived wasn't as crowded as expected. Apart from a few staff members and a camera here and there, there weren't any other people he could mark as possible contenders. For now he would remain here, at the main hall. Best thing for now was to observe the other candidates, information is the key for any victory. Kanda walked a bit and found himself a nice quiet place, without too many of those syntech folk around. He had to admit the company organizing this competition had a sense of style. Even their main entry hall was designed to make people feel at ease, the atmospheric tranquility had its desired effect the moment you enter. Unless of course the teleporter messes with your insides.
The swordsman found a nice quiet place to sit down, making sure he had a view on the area of arrivals and he was not in plain sight. Whilst waiting for other volunteers he decided to do a bit more research. Taking out his dataverse device he got comfortable and leaned back against one of the decorative trees. In his left ear he could hear a lens zoom in, it was already obvious he wouldn't have a private moment the entirety of his stay here.
The screen turned on and Kanda focussed on what he planned to do. Searching for information on previous Dante’s Abyss participants. The list was long and filled with powerful primes who already made a name for themselves. Some of them he already knew. It seemed that in the past both Gilgamesh and Victor participated in these games. Neither of them was successful in winning it, it seemed. Though the reports of their fights were both detailed and impressive. Now that he thought of it? He never asked permission to leave his station, hopefully the king would understand if he was made aware of the captain’s intentions.
The exorcist continued through the list of warriors. Some of these were good honorable fighters, primes like Mickey Mouse, good hearted fighters with the right motivation. Articles about these primes were extensive, and with time to kill he didn't mind. Unfortunately not every registered fighter was a prime of honor. Betrayal and backstabbers were of the highest order in these previous competitions. It seems relying on others could be either your downfall or your crutch towards victory. He would have to be very careful in picking allies, if he were to find any.
His mind wandered, deciding which primes would come through those portals next. Perhaps Ms.Marvel would make another appearance. After their clash in the arena of Camelot he had developed a form of respect for the blonde fighter. She fought with ferocity and heart, with a code of honor, somewhere deep inside him he hoped to meet her again, if not for a rematch then to simply catch up with her tales of glory.
But for now, he would simply observe. Time will reveal all.
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You're naive. We're destroyers, not saviors. - Yu Kanda