06-05-2018, 07:59 AM
Sounds fun.
She wondered if she would come to regret that decision. But probably not. Regret wasn't her style, anyway.
Cell phone in one hand, parasol looped into the collar of her shirt, Yuuka walked back under the tent with her elbows up, hands behind her head. Perhaps she was a bit of an odd one out, for something like a battle royale to the death- middle aged, kinda fat, very slow. Then again, Dante's Abyss in particular seemed to attract all types, especially if Clownpiece had apparently been in it before. If the human girl's words were to be believed, the only thing that really mattered was that you had fighting spirit and a good strategy.
Yuuka wasn't sure on the latter, but she sure had been holding in a lot of rage recently that would be fun to find an outlet for.
As she stepped under the canopy of the tent, there seemed to be a momentary pause in the attendants still roving about the place. Probably because they were trying to figure out if a woman who looked like her was truly interested, or if perhaps she had just gotten lost. Tentatively, a younger female Syntech employee approached her. Though keeping a couple meters distance, she eventually cleared her throat.
"I take it you are here for-
"Registration."
"Then you've just made it. Please, this way." The young woman took a few steps deeper into the tent before turning around to look at Yuuka again, assuring she was, in fact, following. (Even if she was doing so at approximately the speed of a land snail.)
"I prefer to think of myself as fashionably late." For her part, Yuuka had at least put her bright smile back on her face as she walked. Even though it was painfully boring to be wordlessly led further and further leftwards into the tent, off to some smaller cubicle-kiosk within. There wasn't even much to look at-
That is, until she spotted a red, white, blue and blonde figure out of the corner of her eye, sitting down and filling out some forms.
"Clowny!"
The fairy's head whipped around, meeting Yuuka's gaze.
"Heads up!" At this, the Youkai roughly tossed the cellphone to the fairy- perhaps not knowing how valuable it was, perhaps not caring. Either way, Clownpiece struggled desperately to grab it out of the air, eventually fumbling it onto her lap- at least in one piece. Once the fairy seemed to have released the tension in her shoulders and glanced back up, Yuuka shot her a peace sign.
However, with the scoff of the attendant, Yuuka picked up her pace again, though pulling her parasol back into her dominant hand now that it was free.
Soon she found herself sat at a folding table on a folding chair, presented with a thick stack of papers and a pen. There were at least half a dozen waivers and contracts in there, ones Yuuka didn't really care enough to read. Something about how the whole thing would be televised, everyone would be maiming each other, blah blah blah.
"With forms like these you'd think I was told I was signing up for the annual corn shucking competition. ...It's called a blood sport for a reason." Though she spoke under her breath, the Syntech woman seemed to have heard- the corner of her mouth turning up into a bit of a smile as well. Dotting the i on the last form, Yuuka then passed them to the woman, who clipped them to the front of her clipboard, underneath a single other sheet.
"Kazami Yuuka." She repeated back, after a moment of hesitation trying to puzzle out Yuuka's signature.
"That's the name. Haven't changed it in a while now."
This attempt at humor didn't seem to hit home, as the employee simply checked off a mark on the sheet. "Right. Now we'll need to get your vitals, for our records. If you could please stand on that plate there, and put this on your finger. The employee beckoned to a scale not unlike one from a modern doctor's office as she took some sort of clip-shaped object off the wall. Tentatively Yuuka stepped onto it, allowing the employee to fiddle with the simple metal bits behind her until she seemed satisfied. Then, she clipped the tiny device onto Yuuka's left ring finger.
"5 foot 5... 180 pounds... Blood pressure and pulse not out of the ordinary." The employee seemed to be scribbling these numbers down almost as fast as she spoke. Finally, she looked up from the clipboard and back to the Youkai. "So, may I have a brief summary of anything notable about you?"
By now Yuuka had excused herself back into the folding chair, which she was now sitting in backwards. Just like the middle aged uncool woman trying to appeal to the youth she was, really. "Not much to it. I'm from Gensokyo, I don't really do much, and my hobbies include exactly what you'd expect from the kind of person who would sign herself up for a death tournament. Which is to say hitting things until they don't move anymore and getting myself into unfortunate situations of my own volition because they sounded fun at the time."
The employee nodded along, eventually pausing when Yuuka stopped herself. "...Right. And it seemed as though you knew that blonde girl earlier?" Clearly she knew this question to be prying, as she clicked the end of her pen, once, then twice as she spoke.
"Clownpiece? Yeah, we came here together. You could say we're fairly close." An understatement. But it would be strange to introduce her as "my daughter" when the two weren't technically related at all. To a stranger, at least.
The woman hummed a bit, clearly scribbling into a different box this time. Probably one labelled "notable relationships to other participants" or something. They had to advertise something, after all, and interpersonal drama appealed to some crowds. (Though Yuuka somewhat wondered if those were the kind of crowds to be turning in to see any form of tournament blood match- not that she really knew. If that college girl from earlier was interested enough to watch, maybe she shouldn't be so quick to judge.)
"Anything else you'd like to add?
"Hmm... Ah. That I don't deal in mercy." Though her words were ominous, Yuuka's smile was as bright and words were as playful as ever.
If that was meant to be a joke, only she would ever know.
With a final nod, the employee gestured for her to stand, which Yuuka did. "If you could back up closer to the wall over there. At this point, we will move on to the shooting of your video." Then producing a small camera from the pocket of her coat, she waited for the Youkai to get situated in front of the wall before placing it into a tripod.
As Yuuka approached, the wall momentarily became lime green, before shifting to a tealish blue. If she knew more about technology, she would have realized this was likely because she was too green for a proper green screen to work, so they'd had to pick another color. Unfortunately Yuuka was something of a caveman even relative to the average technology level of the Omniverse, so she had no idea what was happening. Instead, she merely stood nonchalantly, staring at the black object waiting for anything to happen.
"I'm going to count down from 3. On 'go', you have about fifteen seconds to say anything about yourself that you'd like."
"Oh, anything, huh?
"Well, anything that can be aired on Daytime TV. Anyway, starting on three. Three. Two. One-
Yuuka's shoulders tensed up a bit, even if she hadn't intended them to.
"Go."
"Kazami, Yuuka. I'm looking forward to seeing whose blood gets spilled in the weeks ahead- though I wouldn't be waiting around to see mine."
Simple. Effective. Somewhat witty, but not to the point it would really go over anyone but the truly idiotic's heads. It struck at least something of a balance, and that was enough for her- especially for something she'd come up with in like, a minute on the spot. Maybe if she'd been given more warning she was supposed to come prepared with something like that, she would have known better.
Thanks Renko.
"Okay, with that done, you just need to pick which background you'd prefer it to be set on. The choices are listed he-
"That one."
By the time the Syntech employee had even pointed out the sheet of various stock backgrounds for the promotional video to be placed over, it seemed like Yuuka had already chosen one. So she ended up being cut off as Yuuka roughly jabbed her finger at the loudest, brightest, most neon flowery background of the bunch. To any normal human being on the planet, the combination of those colors with her own was hideous. Eye-bleeding, even.
But Yuuka? Yuuka loved it. And she'd be damned if those frail human senses would tie her down.
With an exasperated sigh, seemingly just a hair away from placing her face in her hands and screaming, the employee penned in her choice.
Old people.
"Well, you're all set then. Follow me, and I'll show you to the back. From there you'll be Recalled straight to Syntech Station 18 where you will await further instruction. Make sure you're all set before you leave."
"Do I look like the kind of person who owns anything more than the clothes on my back and this Parasol? ...Come to think of it, don't answer that."
The employee was silent this time as she led Yuuka- still just as slowly- to the back, and her fate.
She wondered if she would come to regret that decision. But probably not. Regret wasn't her style, anyway.
Cell phone in one hand, parasol looped into the collar of her shirt, Yuuka walked back under the tent with her elbows up, hands behind her head. Perhaps she was a bit of an odd one out, for something like a battle royale to the death- middle aged, kinda fat, very slow. Then again, Dante's Abyss in particular seemed to attract all types, especially if Clownpiece had apparently been in it before. If the human girl's words were to be believed, the only thing that really mattered was that you had fighting spirit and a good strategy.
Yuuka wasn't sure on the latter, but she sure had been holding in a lot of rage recently that would be fun to find an outlet for.
As she stepped under the canopy of the tent, there seemed to be a momentary pause in the attendants still roving about the place. Probably because they were trying to figure out if a woman who looked like her was truly interested, or if perhaps she had just gotten lost. Tentatively, a younger female Syntech employee approached her. Though keeping a couple meters distance, she eventually cleared her throat.
"I take it you are here for-
"Registration."
"Then you've just made it. Please, this way." The young woman took a few steps deeper into the tent before turning around to look at Yuuka again, assuring she was, in fact, following. (Even if she was doing so at approximately the speed of a land snail.)
"I prefer to think of myself as fashionably late." For her part, Yuuka had at least put her bright smile back on her face as she walked. Even though it was painfully boring to be wordlessly led further and further leftwards into the tent, off to some smaller cubicle-kiosk within. There wasn't even much to look at-
That is, until she spotted a red, white, blue and blonde figure out of the corner of her eye, sitting down and filling out some forms.
"Clowny!"
The fairy's head whipped around, meeting Yuuka's gaze.
"Heads up!" At this, the Youkai roughly tossed the cellphone to the fairy- perhaps not knowing how valuable it was, perhaps not caring. Either way, Clownpiece struggled desperately to grab it out of the air, eventually fumbling it onto her lap- at least in one piece. Once the fairy seemed to have released the tension in her shoulders and glanced back up, Yuuka shot her a peace sign.
However, with the scoff of the attendant, Yuuka picked up her pace again, though pulling her parasol back into her dominant hand now that it was free.
Soon she found herself sat at a folding table on a folding chair, presented with a thick stack of papers and a pen. There were at least half a dozen waivers and contracts in there, ones Yuuka didn't really care enough to read. Something about how the whole thing would be televised, everyone would be maiming each other, blah blah blah.
"With forms like these you'd think I was told I was signing up for the annual corn shucking competition. ...It's called a blood sport for a reason." Though she spoke under her breath, the Syntech woman seemed to have heard- the corner of her mouth turning up into a bit of a smile as well. Dotting the i on the last form, Yuuka then passed them to the woman, who clipped them to the front of her clipboard, underneath a single other sheet.
"Kazami Yuuka." She repeated back, after a moment of hesitation trying to puzzle out Yuuka's signature.
"That's the name. Haven't changed it in a while now."
This attempt at humor didn't seem to hit home, as the employee simply checked off a mark on the sheet. "Right. Now we'll need to get your vitals, for our records. If you could please stand on that plate there, and put this on your finger. The employee beckoned to a scale not unlike one from a modern doctor's office as she took some sort of clip-shaped object off the wall. Tentatively Yuuka stepped onto it, allowing the employee to fiddle with the simple metal bits behind her until she seemed satisfied. Then, she clipped the tiny device onto Yuuka's left ring finger.
"5 foot 5... 180 pounds... Blood pressure and pulse not out of the ordinary." The employee seemed to be scribbling these numbers down almost as fast as she spoke. Finally, she looked up from the clipboard and back to the Youkai. "So, may I have a brief summary of anything notable about you?"
By now Yuuka had excused herself back into the folding chair, which she was now sitting in backwards. Just like the middle aged uncool woman trying to appeal to the youth she was, really. "Not much to it. I'm from Gensokyo, I don't really do much, and my hobbies include exactly what you'd expect from the kind of person who would sign herself up for a death tournament. Which is to say hitting things until they don't move anymore and getting myself into unfortunate situations of my own volition because they sounded fun at the time."
The employee nodded along, eventually pausing when Yuuka stopped herself. "...Right. And it seemed as though you knew that blonde girl earlier?" Clearly she knew this question to be prying, as she clicked the end of her pen, once, then twice as she spoke.
"Clownpiece? Yeah, we came here together. You could say we're fairly close." An understatement. But it would be strange to introduce her as "my daughter" when the two weren't technically related at all. To a stranger, at least.
The woman hummed a bit, clearly scribbling into a different box this time. Probably one labelled "notable relationships to other participants" or something. They had to advertise something, after all, and interpersonal drama appealed to some crowds. (Though Yuuka somewhat wondered if those were the kind of crowds to be turning in to see any form of tournament blood match- not that she really knew. If that college girl from earlier was interested enough to watch, maybe she shouldn't be so quick to judge.)
"Anything else you'd like to add?
"Hmm... Ah. That I don't deal in mercy." Though her words were ominous, Yuuka's smile was as bright and words were as playful as ever.
If that was meant to be a joke, only she would ever know.
With a final nod, the employee gestured for her to stand, which Yuuka did. "If you could back up closer to the wall over there. At this point, we will move on to the shooting of your video." Then producing a small camera from the pocket of her coat, she waited for the Youkai to get situated in front of the wall before placing it into a tripod.
As Yuuka approached, the wall momentarily became lime green, before shifting to a tealish blue. If she knew more about technology, she would have realized this was likely because she was too green for a proper green screen to work, so they'd had to pick another color. Unfortunately Yuuka was something of a caveman even relative to the average technology level of the Omniverse, so she had no idea what was happening. Instead, she merely stood nonchalantly, staring at the black object waiting for anything to happen.
"I'm going to count down from 3. On 'go', you have about fifteen seconds to say anything about yourself that you'd like."
"Oh, anything, huh?
"Well, anything that can be aired on Daytime TV. Anyway, starting on three. Three. Two. One-
Yuuka's shoulders tensed up a bit, even if she hadn't intended them to.
"Go."
"Kazami, Yuuka. I'm looking forward to seeing whose blood gets spilled in the weeks ahead- though I wouldn't be waiting around to see mine."
Simple. Effective. Somewhat witty, but not to the point it would really go over anyone but the truly idiotic's heads. It struck at least something of a balance, and that was enough for her- especially for something she'd come up with in like, a minute on the spot. Maybe if she'd been given more warning she was supposed to come prepared with something like that, she would have known better.
Thanks Renko.
"Okay, with that done, you just need to pick which background you'd prefer it to be set on. The choices are listed he-
"That one."
By the time the Syntech employee had even pointed out the sheet of various stock backgrounds for the promotional video to be placed over, it seemed like Yuuka had already chosen one. So she ended up being cut off as Yuuka roughly jabbed her finger at the loudest, brightest, most neon flowery background of the bunch. To any normal human being on the planet, the combination of those colors with her own was hideous. Eye-bleeding, even.
But Yuuka? Yuuka loved it. And she'd be damned if those frail human senses would tie her down.
With an exasperated sigh, seemingly just a hair away from placing her face in her hands and screaming, the employee penned in her choice.
Old people.
"Well, you're all set then. Follow me, and I'll show you to the back. From there you'll be Recalled straight to Syntech Station 18 where you will await further instruction. Make sure you're all set before you leave."
"Do I look like the kind of person who owns anything more than the clothes on my back and this Parasol? ...Come to think of it, don't answer that."
The employee was silent this time as she led Yuuka- still just as slowly- to the back, and her fate.
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Do you think Yuuka *aims* the Master Spark? No. She decides which half of the world she wants to fuck.