Welcome to the Colosseum (Tournament Signups)

[Alain the Carnedge]

After ditching his bike at the gate and flying over to Minas Tirith for directions, only to find that the gigantic structure was very hard to miss from the skies, the mercenary soon found himself invisible, floating above the Colosseum and observing the festivities. The people were playing games, buying food and watching others perform magic tricks. Alain would've called the so-called magicians amateurs if he had his old powers, but as he didn't, he instead did the next best thing and ignored them.

He slowly descended, hovering just above the crowd so he could get a better look at any Primes that might be passing by, but the various people around made figuring out who was a prime and who wasn't harder than it had to be. Especially seeing as the crowd wasn't just natives, but men and women from Darkshire, and he assumed others were from Verses he hadn't visited yet. Alain could've sworn he saw an elf or two, but decided it was just his imagination.

The mercenary soon gave up on scouting out the competition before he got to the arena. There were far too many people, and he seemed to have very strange luck; whenever he wasn't looking for a big monster to fight or somebody important to duel, they'd find him instead. Confident in his ability to find trouble, he flew through the grand Colosseum's entrance, resisting the urge to kick somebody in the back of the head for fun.

Alain landed in one of the corners, taking a quick look around for any potential Primes that could see him before he deactivated his invisibility and started to look around. The inside of the Colosseum wasn't quite as crowded as the outside, most likely because the majority of the crowd wanted to enjoy the festivities while they lasted, though a few were waiting, likely hoping they could grab the best seats first. The mercenary wasted no time in looking for where he was supposed to sign up, and as the fairly unremarkable table with a rather bored looking man who looked like he'd want nothing more than to join the carnival had little to nobody in line, he assumed that was it.

He walked over to said table casually, making an effort to not stand out despite his rather unique attire. The gentleman who was supposed to be doing his job, or should have at least making a slight effort to pretend he was, however, tried to look professional as the mercenary approached. Evidently, they weren't aware that he'd already seen them slacking off. But lazy employees weren't his problem.

The gentleman at the table prepared a quill and parchment before Alain had even got there, and had obviously come to the conclusion that he was a Prime. "If you're here to register..." The man pushed the parchment and the quill forward, attempting to speak in the same professional, enthusiastic tone as the others but failing to mask the boredom in his voice. "...then sign right here, please." Alain rolled his eyes and started thinking up an alias, only to remember that he'd already used his actual name for Dante's Abyss, so what did he care?

After signing his name, "Alain Velgr", he pushed the parchment back. "I see you're enjoying your work." He said, before leaving for the carnival, as he had little else to do.