06-06-2018, 03:40 PM
Quote:Incoming, from the Tangled Greens.
There was some shuffling inside the tent. “Hey, someone’s coming,” one of the Syntech employees whispered. The cracking and crunching of loose branches and leaves gave away the fairy’s approach.
Eternity’s head peeked through the entrance on the tent. She saw and counted three people inside. Suddenly, the fairy asked. “Is this the place for Dante’s Abyss?”
The man behind the desk seemed to be fumbling about, like he was trying to hide something. “Oh! Uhm, yes it is! This is where you register. Please, do come in!” With that approval, Eternity finally entered the registration tent to approach the receptionist.
The sound of a cough came from a lady standing just a few meters away. “But before you do register, we’d like to give a couple of disclaimers. Right?”
“Y-Yes, that is true. Please listen carefully.” the man said. While grabbing some papers and a pair of glasses, he whispered something else back to the woman, but Eternity couldn’t pick up on it.
“...Okay.”
“Number one. By registering to the Dante’s Abyss competition, you agree to not cause any damage to Syntech property or inflict harm on Syntech employees and that, should we find you responsible for said damages, you will be immediately disqualified from the competition.”
“Yes.”
“Number two. By registering to the Dante’s Abyss competition, you agree that Syntech will not be held liable for any harm that occurs to you. This applies to any form of injury, of any severity; including but not limited to severe pain, mental trauma, debilitation, and death.”
She now understood why the cloaked man advised her not to join. This was a brutal competition. Regardless, if death was nothing but a mere inconvenience like Omni had said, then so be it. “...Yes.”
“Mhm. We’ll now be requesting your basic personal information. Let us start with your name, yes?”
“Eternity Larva.”
“Anything you prefer to be called by?”
“Larva is fine.”
The Syntech employee nodded. “And, are you Prime or Secondary?”
The fairy remembered her conversation with the cloaked man. “Prime.”
“Occupation?”
“...none that I can think of.”
“Hmm, interesting. Place of residence?”
“None yet. I’ve only been here for an hour.” Just how many questions are they going to ask?
“Oh, fountain fresh, I see. That explains everything,” he said, writing off many questions in a single run. “Finally: What’s your race or species?”
“Butterfly fairy. Is it over yet?” The fairy asked with a hint of weariness.
“Nice catch, you almost missed that one,” the lady remarked in the background. The receptionist responded simply. “After this.”
“Alrighty, you’ve finished this part of the registration indeed. Once you sign here, do proceed to Ms. Critical right over there so we can take your vitals.”
Being handed a pen, Eternity wrote down her signature on the provided space. It was fairly simple - none of the fancy stuff, yet it was neatly done. Meanwhile, the one whom the man labeled as ‘Ms. Critical’ took this moment to jab back. “At least I do my job well,” she said.
The butterfly fairy really had no clue about the ‘vitals’ thing. She just… trusted her. Luckily she did everything quickly and efficiently, making measurements and operating devices with precision. There wasn’t really any cause for concern as long as she followed their words. It probably didn’t even take two minutes. Before she knew it, they only asked her to do one more thing.
“We’d like to make a short video clip, as a promo.”
“A video clip?”
The least involved of the staff, also the eldest-looking of the three, had to step in for the last part. The other two were just bickering with each other now. “Well, let’s do it like this: Pretend you want to send a message to the whole Omniverse. What do you want to say?”
The recording begins with Eternity facing away from the camera. “My name is Eternity Larva...” She turns around and quickly takes flight with her wings. “...and on behalf of the butterfly fairies, I’ll show the people of the Omniverse how powerful we can be!”
“Excellent. We’ll work with what we have.”
As the fairy tried to get back on her feet, some muscles cramped and a supposed-to-be elegant landing became a straight tumble to the ground. “Woah there, are you okay?”
“I’m...ow...fine…” the butterfly fairy muttered as she stood up. Seems like her wings were still unhappy about being pushed really hard a while ago.
“Well, in any case, you’re now an official Dante’s Abyss competitor. If you stand over there, we’ll get you transported to Syntech Station 18.”
After the small accident, procedures went smoothly, and the fairy was transported to the facility where Dante’s Abyss participants are held.