05-30-2018, 08:23 PM
Ricter was still new to the whole fighting arena thing, mostly because he never fought in a tournament style battle before, if anything he was the person who did the healing on the side, when all the contestants wanted to be patched up. But in this case he wasn’t hired for this, probably because he was so unknown that he didn’t seem to matter much. So for now he would simply make his way towards the registration stands, which seemed to be set up by tents as rows of people were already getting ready to sign up.
Hopefully this wouldn’t be too hard, if anything he hoped it would go well over all as he didn’t really have an idea in mind for the tourney, he just wanted too participate in it and see what he’d get to experience. Seeing the metal pad as the syntech employee would direct him what to do he would answer the questions as they came, mostly about himself as you could guess.
“Dr. Casenger, your 122 years old yes?”
“Uh at least I should be, this realm sucked me in on my birthday actually.”
“How unfortunate, hmm as for your vitals you seems to be quit healthy.”
“Thanks.”
“That wasn’t a complement” They would say to the weasel.
“Aww…” He’d pout, giving a sad expression, playfully of course.
“Now for a quick bio, you’re a mustelid correct?”
“Yes.”
“Magic is something you wield?”
“Mhm”
“Hm, I believe that's all for now, you should get situated at the desk, they will ensure you have everything you need there.”
They would direct him as he nodded, being given a map of what places he can go too, what services they had and also what he could actually do while waiting he would need to do some small paper work before he’d actually be fully in. But he’d take care of that soon enough as he had nothing better to do at the moment.
Hopefully this wouldn’t be too hard, if anything he hoped it would go well over all as he didn’t really have an idea in mind for the tourney, he just wanted too participate in it and see what he’d get to experience. Seeing the metal pad as the syntech employee would direct him what to do he would answer the questions as they came, mostly about himself as you could guess.
“Dr. Casenger, your 122 years old yes?”
“Uh at least I should be, this realm sucked me in on my birthday actually.”
“How unfortunate, hmm as for your vitals you seems to be quit healthy.”
“Thanks.”
“That wasn’t a complement” They would say to the weasel.
“Aww…” He’d pout, giving a sad expression, playfully of course.
“Now for a quick bio, you’re a mustelid correct?”
“Yes.”
“Magic is something you wield?”
“Mhm”
“Hm, I believe that's all for now, you should get situated at the desk, they will ensure you have everything you need there.”
They would direct him as he nodded, being given a map of what places he can go too, what services they had and also what he could actually do while waiting he would need to do some small paper work before he’d actually be fully in. But he’d take care of that soon enough as he had nothing better to do at the moment.