(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Dawnika Snow]

Dawn eyed the elven looking humanoid sitting a few seats away from her, questioning the bar attendant on the foods and electrical devices used around the facility. It didn't surprise her that some people around the Omniverse wouldn't know what a microwave was even if you tried to explain it. Some might have even called it sorcery and attempted to kill you for the simple thought of such blasphemious idea. She decided talking couldn't hurt much.

"A microwave is a device people use to warm up pre-cooked food. Think of it like an oven for food that's already been through the oven." Beyond the elf's understanding of the food, she had to at least know what an oven was. Another quick inspection of the elf made her realize that she had to be a contender. She was obviously not from the Syntech company and no one came here but them and other primes for the competition. "So, you're here for Dante's Abyss? You look a bit," She paused trying to think of a word to fit the situation. "Underprepared. I see you carrying some sickles, but no armor. Not to mention sickles are a farmer's tool."

Dawn said before biting into a piece of meat and taking a drink water to help get it down. Malon wasn't sure how to react to the woman's advice. It made since that this competition would not be a short one, or an easy one at all, but what else could she do?

"We are enemies, I'll have you know. Seeking alliances amongst your cometition is risky and I don't have much of an intention on making friends here. The only reason I've come is to get paid. Everyone I beat will die. Be sure to give it your all, it wouldn't be fun if I didn't have a bit of a challenge to go along with my payment." The cloaked woman said taking another bite of her food, seemingly done with the conversation.

She had noticed the man at a table across the room eyeing her. A broad man with dark shaggy hair, not much more noteable characteristics from this distance. He didn't carry a visible weapon and seemed pretty relaxed for being in a death match surrounded by his enemies. Why he kept glancing her way was a mystery to her. Was he subtly trying to guage her strength or was he simply just looking towards her direction, staring off into the space in front of him? After that talk with Malon, an idea struck the ebony haired assassin: If I do attempt to make friends here, perhaps it would be easier to gain information about them and find some of their weaknesses. With that thought, Dawn finished her food and set the plate back up to the counter.

"You have a good day, elf. May you find honour in your battles to come." She said to Malon, taking her drink with her to the table of men, one of which that had been staring in her direction previously. She took her face mask off as she approached and called when she got close to the table. "Hey there follow competitors. May I join you?" She asked holding her hand out ready to grab and pull a chair out for her to sit in. "You may call me Dawn."