05-16-2015, 05:46 PM
Tartaros glances towards the battered man with a small look of pity and says, slightly irritably, "Noone is going to answer me? Very well then...", before meandering slowly towards the imp and reading over the words plastered across the screen.
The marine sees a strange advertisement, for what appears to be some kind of tournament, known as "Dante's Abyss", offering a great sum of the strange omnilium substance "Omni" spoke of as a prize, it immediately peaked his interest. As Tartaros scanned the page in further detail, the bright banner speaks of a certain "Karl Jak", the apparent host of the event, and various sign-up booths located throughout the Omniverse. Finally, there is mention of a survivalist element, with the contestants being transported to an island and having to fend for themselves. Of course being used to this sort of scenario, Tartaros was happy to accept such an offer.
The marine finally shifts his gaze back towards the imp, and with a small and hearty laugh, speaks. "Well then... what have we got here? A tournament?... One packing a nice pay packet for the victor as well...", Tartaros pauses for moment to breathe, letting loose a gust of unnaturally clean air from his helm's respirator, "Right then... this seems rather interesting, I'll tell you what, I'm in."
The marine sees a strange advertisement, for what appears to be some kind of tournament, known as "Dante's Abyss", offering a great sum of the strange omnilium substance "Omni" spoke of as a prize, it immediately peaked his interest. As Tartaros scanned the page in further detail, the bright banner speaks of a certain "Karl Jak", the apparent host of the event, and various sign-up booths located throughout the Omniverse. Finally, there is mention of a survivalist element, with the contestants being transported to an island and having to fend for themselves. Of course being used to this sort of scenario, Tartaros was happy to accept such an offer.
The marine finally shifts his gaze back towards the imp, and with a small and hearty laugh, speaks. "Well then... what have we got here? A tournament?... One packing a nice pay packet for the victor as well...", Tartaros pauses for moment to breathe, letting loose a gust of unnaturally clean air from his helm's respirator, "Right then... this seems rather interesting, I'll tell you what, I'm in."