Dante's Abyss Spectators

[Dust]

Hayaidesu made her way through the crowds of the rest of the onlookers, her mind clear as clear and an edgeless pool. Betting circles had already formed in the corners and as the fights began she could hear the desperation in people’s voices as their picked fighter took a blow and they begged the monitors to explain why this was happening to them. Of course, shortly afterward these people are escorted away to the bar or whatever room the tossed garbage in.

She found a seat next to one of the monitors and after considering the chair itself for a moment she finally sat in it with some caution. With a rigid bag she and folded legs, she placed her hands on the table neatly for a moment before struggling with whether to have them overlap each other on the polished surface or in her lap. She went back and forth a few times before finding it much more comfortable and natural for a ninja to lay her hands over her thighs.

Her accomplishment today was quaint and simple but made a small smile grace her face. Not that you could see it.

All around her the world began to fade away as she tried to focus on the monitors, specifically the stage with Taloc in it. She had memorized the other competitor's faces and names and promised herself she’d take as many notes as possible in her mental notepad for her friend. There wasn’t much a lowly secondary like herself could do for him, but maybe this would be a good effort.

She occasionally looked at the other fights but wanted also to send her Prime partner good vibes. Eventually, it became too much to look away and she folded her hands in prayer to ask for the gods to smile on Taloc and his teammate.

As she did, the image of her own master came to mind, and she no longer looked at the monitors, just stared at the past beyond her table as loud voices and bodies formed a cage around her and her tiny table. It was an all too familiar reminder of her place and how pointless she was in the grand scheme.

“...”