06-05-2018, 02:37 PM
Quote:<Ashen Steppes> Registration
High in the sky an angel floated along. A green tinged glowing halo resting above her head positioned at an angle spun slowly while her eyes looked curiously at the ground below. Earlier, she had found the most curious little creature that was nothing but a head with a chain attached. It was quite the puzzling creature, how would she collect the head of something that was only a head? She had worried that if it were a Prime it would simply disappear after she murdered it. But she was quite pleased when it died without any complications to her rays. Its 'owner', a strange humanoid turtle gave her some interesting information in exchange for its life, and because of that information she was seeking a tent somewhere in this direction. She didn't need another koopa troopa head, the rarity of that thing turned out to be rather low.
Her eyes sparkled for a moment as she caught sight of the thing she was expecting to find. A small tent at a crossroads, if what the koopa had told her was truth this was the location of some things called 'Syntech' that were hosting a fight to the death tournament. Surely such a tournament could use the blessing of a Flügel, weakened as she might be since entering the Omniverse the lesser beings she would face here might even pose a challenge. She carefully lifted the flap on the tent, peering inside. Her instincts sensed nothing coming to strike her, so she took leave to enter. Three immanity were present in the tent and only one looked up at her while the others minded whatever business they had. Jibril didn't care much what that was. The one that looked at Jibril spoke, "Hello, this is a registration location for the Dante's Abyss Tournament starting shortly. If this is what you've come for, welcome, please come in and fill out this form."
Jibril smiled and nodded. "Ah thank you! That is exactly what I have come here for. Thank you." Jibril took the form and pen offered and read through the form quickly, writing down everything it asked for. It even asked for a small history so of course she wrote down what she was in earnest, proud of her background. It had a lot of details on it, such as broadcast rights, liability waiver, arbitration, and other details standard in such legalese. More importantly, she noted the spot that said she would have to fight with a partner assigned to her from among the other contestants. Inwardly she cringed a little as she thought about how unlucky she might be if assigned a mere immanity, but she chided herself. While a powerful ally was useful, surely a Flügel could handle herself in this setting. As she quickly finished, one of the others approached her with some tools of some kind. Jibril considered for a moment and recalled memory to end up pulling out the entire set of medical books that she had memorized from her Masters' collection. "I need to check your vitals to make sure you are fit to fight."
Jibril froze for only a moment and smiled. "Of course, please do as you need to. I can assure you I am in top physical form." It was mildly insulting to suggest she was ever anything but fit for combat, but she forgave the creature for its ignorance, she had more important matters than such a detail. This manner of procedure was apparently a common thing from her Masters' world in medicine. The doctor listened to her through a stethoscope and took her heart pressure. "How do you take account for the differences in race between subjects? Surely the standards for one race do not apply to others." "The information is processed by a supercomputer with an extensive database." "Oh? I should very much enjoy seeing this database perhaps?" "I'm sorry I can't do that, security and privacy." "Of course do pardon my request curiosity." Jibril ended in disappointment with the exchange but decided not to press further. As much as she would like to, attacking and attempting to take such information by force now could be very inconvenient for her.
The third Syntech employee adjusted and readied a large Camera. Jibril guessed this was one of those 'TV' Cameras she had read about. So many unusual higher technology things this place unlike the Ashen Steppes she had been exploring since she arrived in Omniverse. It was no big surprise though, she had learned that even Ex Machina like technology existed in Omniverse in abundance and those forms had mentioned this. "Now, as you read in the disclaimer we need to make a quick promo for you. Please introduce yourself to the audience, don't be nervous!"
Jibril gave a wide joyful smile and waved excitedly at the camera. "Hiiiii~ I'm Jibril! A Flügel created by the strongest among gods, Artosh! While Omni may have been unable to pull my full power into this place, I'll still try to kill my opponents in the most entertaining of ways!" Jibril put up a V sign for victory. "Please give me your cheers and support as I climb to champion! Hehe!" The camera guy pulled away and connected the camera to a computer. "Thank you that was great." The original employee that had talked to her gestured her to follow and lead towards the back. "Please this way, we have a recall pad set up to take you to the tournament."
"Thank you, you all have made this process very easy to get through. Good bye!" Jibril smiled again at the humans and then floated over the pad. She looked closely at the pad as she was over it, curious as to how it functioned. She didn't recognize any magical runes or glyphs on it. In what manner did it harness magic? Before she could decide a likely answer, the area around her disappeared in the familiar sensation of a hole being ripped in space and moving her to another location.