06-06-2018, 06:22 PM
The rush of adrenaline that flowed through Makoto's veins every time he rode his motorcycle at unreasonable speeds was one of the only things that brought a true smile to his lips. His heart palpitated with excitement as he twisted down on the throttle.
He was aimless, for now. Just following the dirt road in front of him. The thrill of the ride was the only thing that mattered, especially when he had no destination in mind. Nothing he'd tried to do so far had worked. Every plan he'd put down only went up in flames. Maybe he shouldn't have been so presumptuous as to believe that everything would go right when he needed it to, it's never happened before and wasn't about to start.
A red tent was the first to break the blur of greens and browns passing him by. A firm hand on the brakes and he skidded right up to the entrance.
A large sign boldly presented the words "Dante's Abyss." The words rang a bell, some part of his mind twitching at the name.
"Good morning! Are you here to register for this year's tournament?" A pleasant woman in a sharp uniform strode up to him while he was still staring at the offending words.
"....And what if I am?"
"Splendid! Right this way please, we're a bit short on time so we'll have to conduct a few basic health tests while we're going over your details, will that be alright?" The torrent of words flowing out of her mouth was unstoppable and clearly rehearsed.
"I don't-"
"Sebastian! Get of your ass and help this gentleman!" On cue, a disheveled man with black rings under his eyes eerily reminiscent of a panda's and wearing the same uniform rushed over and immediately helped himself to Makoto's arm, wrapping some sort of band around it and fiddling with the machine it was linked to.
"So, do you have a name?" The ever eager employee held a pen to a clipboard and looked ready to type his answer before it ever left his tongue.
"Makoto Yuki." The only course of action available now was to play along. Maybe it'd be worth his time.
"Background? Where're you from, have you been up to anything interesting recently, that sort of thing."
"Earth. Not particularly, no."
"Hmm," the blue haired boy certain if she'd rolled her eyes any harder the pair would've rolled right out of their sockets. Maybe 'Earth' was too vague an answer?
"All done! Normally we'd shoot a little promo of you, but we really don't have the time. Seb, make sure he gets on the teleporter."
The 'teleporter' was a raised metal platform with tubings running out of it and into some heavier machinery in the back.
"Bon voyage, try to keep your lunch in," the knowing smile that formed on the man;s mouth as he said those words were not something Makoto wanted to see.
He was aimless, for now. Just following the dirt road in front of him. The thrill of the ride was the only thing that mattered, especially when he had no destination in mind. Nothing he'd tried to do so far had worked. Every plan he'd put down only went up in flames. Maybe he shouldn't have been so presumptuous as to believe that everything would go right when he needed it to, it's never happened before and wasn't about to start.
A red tent was the first to break the blur of greens and browns passing him by. A firm hand on the brakes and he skidded right up to the entrance.
A large sign boldly presented the words "Dante's Abyss." The words rang a bell, some part of his mind twitching at the name.
"Good morning! Are you here to register for this year's tournament?" A pleasant woman in a sharp uniform strode up to him while he was still staring at the offending words.
"....And what if I am?"
"Splendid! Right this way please, we're a bit short on time so we'll have to conduct a few basic health tests while we're going over your details, will that be alright?" The torrent of words flowing out of her mouth was unstoppable and clearly rehearsed.
"I don't-"
"Sebastian! Get of your ass and help this gentleman!" On cue, a disheveled man with black rings under his eyes eerily reminiscent of a panda's and wearing the same uniform rushed over and immediately helped himself to Makoto's arm, wrapping some sort of band around it and fiddling with the machine it was linked to.
"So, do you have a name?" The ever eager employee held a pen to a clipboard and looked ready to type his answer before it ever left his tongue.
"Makoto Yuki." The only course of action available now was to play along. Maybe it'd be worth his time.
"Background? Where're you from, have you been up to anything interesting recently, that sort of thing."
"Earth. Not particularly, no."
"Hmm," the blue haired boy certain if she'd rolled her eyes any harder the pair would've rolled right out of their sockets. Maybe 'Earth' was too vague an answer?
"All done! Normally we'd shoot a little promo of you, but we really don't have the time. Seb, make sure he gets on the teleporter."
The 'teleporter' was a raised metal platform with tubings running out of it and into some heavier machinery in the back.
"Bon voyage, try to keep your lunch in," the knowing smile that formed on the man;s mouth as he said those words were not something Makoto wanted to see.
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