05-31-2018, 05:41 PM
Not one for eaves dropping the weasel would simply scan around where everyone was talking, people mingling here and there in small groups. Detailing conversations about heroics, times they killed another Prime, the typical gloat festival before a big fight to which they would be singing another tune if they had lost or in fact died. Which he’d rather take a loss than flat out die and have to spend god knows how long as some spirit just waiting in probably a huge line to get back to his original body.
Still, his eyes would drift past shapes of people, creatures both big and small and things hes never seen before but was more than happy to experience and put to memory. Most were humanoid in nature, not something feral or even looking like they belonged in a zoo rather than a fighting competition, granted he was no exception to that comment so the weasel would keep it to himself.
Pulling out a pen he began writing on a note pad, he didn’t know anyone here so he kept too himself, not only this but he would look people up on the omni’s version of the internet. The good thing about being unknown was if it came to a fight Ricter could at least surprise someone, not that he planned to get far since its been around maybe a week or more since hes been here. First up though would be a man with long blue hair, or purple hair, his eyes squinted as he just watched people mingle from afar.
He looked up faces of people, the net being just as big as it always was but looking at his attire he would simply type that in too. What they looked like, facial expressions. All that stuff and he would find next to nothing, probably because doing all this with out someones name was hard as hell and he should just stick to waiting till things start. Or finding the official registry.
Pouting, the phone was placed away soon after, having no real use for the time being but he would begin to write down notes, nothing that would pertain to what was happening but small reminders as he stayed to the side. Seems like they were all fairly friendly with one another, if not just flat out friends with one another, which made him question just how many people knew each other in this realm but that was a question for later.
Right now was preparing plans, or just writing notes for his purpose here, what he wanted to do and figure out while participating in this event. He had a bit of a wall flower like attitude but he didn’t see a need to try and make friends in an event like this when he didn’t know the backgrounds of anyone and could very well be talking to some cataclysmic warden of infinite doom and destruction just because they seemed like a ‘nice guy’.
So he'd stay near the teleporters for now, watching everyone begin to head off to which ever place they wanted to go too. But he would take note of Yu Kanda, Victor, Shantotto, a woman with pain on her body and looking more so something out of a novel like mad max. A more feral mustelid but orange in color and his companion, as well as a demon who seemed to be quite popular among them, but that was it from the group that he was currently peering at.
Ricter would stay in the main hall though, sitting down and just writing some small notes with a pen, such as weapons, body shape, and what posture they had if any.
Still, his eyes would drift past shapes of people, creatures both big and small and things hes never seen before but was more than happy to experience and put to memory. Most were humanoid in nature, not something feral or even looking like they belonged in a zoo rather than a fighting competition, granted he was no exception to that comment so the weasel would keep it to himself.
Pulling out a pen he began writing on a note pad, he didn’t know anyone here so he kept too himself, not only this but he would look people up on the omni’s version of the internet. The good thing about being unknown was if it came to a fight Ricter could at least surprise someone, not that he planned to get far since its been around maybe a week or more since hes been here. First up though would be a man with long blue hair, or purple hair, his eyes squinted as he just watched people mingle from afar.
He looked up faces of people, the net being just as big as it always was but looking at his attire he would simply type that in too. What they looked like, facial expressions. All that stuff and he would find next to nothing, probably because doing all this with out someones name was hard as hell and he should just stick to waiting till things start. Or finding the official registry.
Pouting, the phone was placed away soon after, having no real use for the time being but he would begin to write down notes, nothing that would pertain to what was happening but small reminders as he stayed to the side. Seems like they were all fairly friendly with one another, if not just flat out friends with one another, which made him question just how many people knew each other in this realm but that was a question for later.
Right now was preparing plans, or just writing notes for his purpose here, what he wanted to do and figure out while participating in this event. He had a bit of a wall flower like attitude but he didn’t see a need to try and make friends in an event like this when he didn’t know the backgrounds of anyone and could very well be talking to some cataclysmic warden of infinite doom and destruction just because they seemed like a ‘nice guy’.
So he'd stay near the teleporters for now, watching everyone begin to head off to which ever place they wanted to go too. But he would take note of Yu Kanda, Victor, Shantotto, a woman with pain on her body and looking more so something out of a novel like mad max. A more feral mustelid but orange in color and his companion, as well as a demon who seemed to be quite popular among them, but that was it from the group that he was currently peering at.
Ricter would stay in the main hall though, sitting down and just writing some small notes with a pen, such as weapons, body shape, and what posture they had if any.