06-10-2017, 05:26 PM
As Malon approached the booth she passed through an archway of high tech that she had not noticed up until now, and a beeper went off at the booth, to which an employee that was present swiftly rose to her feet and approached her. "Welcome, young lady! I presume that you are here for the sign-ups, aren't you?" What Malon did not know was that the beeping sound indicated that a Prime had crossed the archway, as only those were allowed to sign up. And to fulfill their quota, this particular employee was missing one person, and hoped to sign this girl up so that they could head home. "Here, come with me please! Right this way."
"What? Eh, actually I-" Malon started to explain herself but mechanically followed the employee who led her to the booth again and tugged a sheet of paper from a stack.
"Wonderful! Wonderful. Now, there's just a pair of little details that I would need you to tell me to get the paperwork out of the way. What's your name?"
"Eh? Oh, Malon. Listen though, what is-"
"Malon, with two L's?"
"No, just one... but what is this Dante's-"
"-Abyss? A grand event organized by Syntech, where the contestants compete over a grand prize! Deathandbanishmentmayormaynothappenand- *inhale* -bysigningthisyouarewaivingallyourrightsagainstsyntechshouldanythingoccurtoyou."
"... what was that last bit?"
"Oh, just standard procedure that we have to say to everyone. Nothing of importance. You sound like you are new to the Omniverse, Malon. Have you been here long?"
"Uhh... two to three weeks, maybe? I lost track for a while."
"Two and a half weeks, then! And where do you live?"
"I used to live in Lonlon Ranch, near Kakariko but..."
"I meant in the Omniverse, dear. Where do you live in the Omniverse?"
"Uhhh, I haven't settled down yet. I was hoping to find somewhere to live here in Camelot."
"Camelot it is. What's your current job?"
Malon frowned. "None... though I plan to work as a farmhand somewhere."
"Let's write in farmhand, that sounds better to the audience. So, what was your life like back in your own world?"
"It used to be good, I guess... up until six years ago where everything went down the hill when a tyrant seized the land and turned everything into a monster-infested wasteland. It wasn't very nice."
"I can imagine that. Last question then, why are you join- actually, never mind. Let me just..." The employee leant over the sheet and scribbled down something along the lines of: "In pursuit of fame and riches", before pushing the pen into Malon's hand and turning the piece of paper to her. "Here, if you could quickly write your signature at the bottom? Just a formality."
Quite confused and overwhelmed by the employee's spiel, Malon was too stunned to object and again, mechanically, signed her name at the bottom. What was this all about? An event organized by someone named Syntech? The employee pushed her towards another archway, a smaller one in the middle of the booth, and nearly shoved her through it before smiling smugly and filing the sheet of paper into a folder labeled participants. Quota done for the day, now she could get home. The girl would figure out what she'd been tossed into, she was a Prime after all. Those guys were durable enough to make it through anything.
"What? Eh, actually I-" Malon started to explain herself but mechanically followed the employee who led her to the booth again and tugged a sheet of paper from a stack.
"Wonderful! Wonderful. Now, there's just a pair of little details that I would need you to tell me to get the paperwork out of the way. What's your name?"
"Eh? Oh, Malon. Listen though, what is-"
"Malon, with two L's?"
"No, just one... but what is this Dante's-"
"-Abyss? A grand event organized by Syntech, where the contestants compete over a grand prize! Deathandbanishmentmayormaynothappenand- *inhale* -bysigningthisyouarewaivingallyourrightsagainstsyntechshouldanythingoccurtoyou."
"... what was that last bit?"
"Oh, just standard procedure that we have to say to everyone. Nothing of importance. You sound like you are new to the Omniverse, Malon. Have you been here long?"
"Uhh... two to three weeks, maybe? I lost track for a while."
"Two and a half weeks, then! And where do you live?"
"I used to live in Lonlon Ranch, near Kakariko but..."
"I meant in the Omniverse, dear. Where do you live in the Omniverse?"
"Uhhh, I haven't settled down yet. I was hoping to find somewhere to live here in Camelot."
"Camelot it is. What's your current job?"
Malon frowned. "None... though I plan to work as a farmhand somewhere."
"Let's write in farmhand, that sounds better to the audience. So, what was your life like back in your own world?"
"It used to be good, I guess... up until six years ago where everything went down the hill when a tyrant seized the land and turned everything into a monster-infested wasteland. It wasn't very nice."
"I can imagine that. Last question then, why are you join- actually, never mind. Let me just..." The employee leant over the sheet and scribbled down something along the lines of: "In pursuit of fame and riches", before pushing the pen into Malon's hand and turning the piece of paper to her. "Here, if you could quickly write your signature at the bottom? Just a formality."
Quite confused and overwhelmed by the employee's spiel, Malon was too stunned to object and again, mechanically, signed her name at the bottom. What was this all about? An event organized by someone named Syntech? The employee pushed her towards another archway, a smaller one in the middle of the booth, and nearly shoved her through it before smiling smugly and filing the sheet of paper into a folder labeled participants. Quota done for the day, now she could get home. The girl would figure out what she'd been tossed into, she was a Prime after all. Those guys were durable enough to make it through anything.