05-31-2018, 02:20 AM
“Come on, let's go, let's go! I want front row seats to see daddy!” Valeria shouted excitedly, tugging Erik along with her. The psychic had never been good with children, but the young half-zombie didn't seem to mind his apprehension. Although Erik was just supposed to be taking Valerie to the spectator’s area, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his stomach. There was no way he was missing out on this year’s abyss. Ever since watching Sasuke fight to the finish in the first one, he had a secret love for the death contest. The pair soon found Nippur’s DA entrance tent, and Erik ducked inside, taking Valerie with him. A single woman sat behind a desk, a pile of blank entry forms sitting beside her.
“You here to sign up for Dante’s Abyss?” She drawled, before receiving a nod from the psychic. “Name?”
“Erik Vrell.”
“Occupation?”
“Noble of Nippur, high priest of the old gods.” Erik said, earning him an odd look from both the woman and Val.
“Um, okay.” She said, jotting something down. “Prime or secondary?”
“Prime.”
“Place of residence?”
“Nippur, of course.”
“Any group affiliations?”
“New Babylon.”
“Of course…” The woman said, scribbling down some information with one of the most bored looks Erik had ever seen. Once she had finished, she handed Erik the entrance form and pointed to a dotted line. “Sign here. By signing the document, you agree that Syntech is not responsible for any damage to you, your property, or your mental state.”
Erik quickly signed the form, before eagerly handing it back to the woman.
“Now, come over here for a moment. We’ve just gotta film your promo.”
“Promo?” Erik inquired.
“Y’know, something to get people excited to see you.” She said, rolling her eyes when she thought Erik couldn't see. The woman motioned for Erik to move in front of a camera off to the side of the tent. The psychic stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, before the woman gestured for him to act.
“Come on!” She hissed. “Do something intimidating.”
Erik nodded, before turning to face the camera.
“I am Erik Vrell, nobleman of New Babylon.” Erik said, doing his best to muster up a commanding voice as his eyes flashed violet. Psi drifted from his cloak, wreathing the psychic in an amethystine veil. Without warning, his chains erupted from his back, wrapping around the camera so that just his eyes are visible through the binding. “Only fools would stand against me. And they don't stand for very long.”
“Very good.” The woman behind the camera said dryly. It was obvious that she had heard it all. Valerie, on the other hand, was highly amused, clapping vigorously.
“Yay, Uncle Erik!” She shouted happily.
“So, what's up with the girl?” The woman asked.
“It's… Kind of complicated. How do secondaries get to the spectator’s area?” Erik said. “She's come to see her father compete.”
“Just go on through.” The woman said, turning back to her paperwork. “Just keep in mind that she can't actually enter the abyss.”
Satisfied, Erik and Val stepped onto the pad before being whisked off to the preshow centre.
“You here to sign up for Dante’s Abyss?” She drawled, before receiving a nod from the psychic. “Name?”
“Erik Vrell.”
“Occupation?”
“Noble of Nippur, high priest of the old gods.” Erik said, earning him an odd look from both the woman and Val.
“Um, okay.” She said, jotting something down. “Prime or secondary?”
“Prime.”
“Place of residence?”
“Nippur, of course.”
“Any group affiliations?”
“New Babylon.”
“Of course…” The woman said, scribbling down some information with one of the most bored looks Erik had ever seen. Once she had finished, she handed Erik the entrance form and pointed to a dotted line. “Sign here. By signing the document, you agree that Syntech is not responsible for any damage to you, your property, or your mental state.”
Erik quickly signed the form, before eagerly handing it back to the woman.
“Now, come over here for a moment. We’ve just gotta film your promo.”
“Promo?” Erik inquired.
“Y’know, something to get people excited to see you.” She said, rolling her eyes when she thought Erik couldn't see. The woman motioned for Erik to move in front of a camera off to the side of the tent. The psychic stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, before the woman gestured for him to act.
“Come on!” She hissed. “Do something intimidating.”
Erik nodded, before turning to face the camera.
“I am Erik Vrell, nobleman of New Babylon.” Erik said, doing his best to muster up a commanding voice as his eyes flashed violet. Psi drifted from his cloak, wreathing the psychic in an amethystine veil. Without warning, his chains erupted from his back, wrapping around the camera so that just his eyes are visible through the binding. “Only fools would stand against me. And they don't stand for very long.”
“Very good.” The woman behind the camera said dryly. It was obvious that she had heard it all. Valerie, on the other hand, was highly amused, clapping vigorously.
“Yay, Uncle Erik!” She shouted happily.
“So, what's up with the girl?” The woman asked.
“It's… Kind of complicated. How do secondaries get to the spectator’s area?” Erik said. “She's come to see her father compete.”
“Just go on through.” The woman said, turning back to her paperwork. “Just keep in mind that she can't actually enter the abyss.”
Satisfied, Erik and Val stepped onto the pad before being whisked off to the preshow centre.
*The emperor of mankind yeets erik into a sun*
[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods
[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods