(Preshow) Registration (Where you Sign up IC)

[Strazio Rockwell]

Signing up in The Pale Moors

“So!” Gamzee exclaimed, “what’s this place like, lotsa smashin’ and motherfuckin’ hackin’?”

Strazio tipped his head to the side, shrugged, and said, “yeah, I suppose you could say that, I guess it changes every year, but the year I participated it was a free-for-all deathmatch.”

“Sounds like an awful time,” Valerie moaned.

Strazio rubbed his arm, it never did heal quite right after Ganondorf broke it.

“Yeah,” the mage conceded, “it wasn’t fun, but the prize is worth it.”

“What’s the prize?”

“Dunno about this time, but they usually give out artefacts of unimaginable power,” Strazio said and added jazz hands for effect.

“Did’ya win last time?” Gamzee asked.

“No, but I placed,” he answered.

They approached the sign-up booth and Strazio did a double-take. The attendant was familiar, a youngish girl dolled up with glitter and an inch of makeup. Her hair was a shimmering blue that acted as a beacon of fashion in the drab city of Darkshire. But it wasn’t her trendy Coruscant fashion sense that plucked the string of memory in Strazio’s noodle. No, it was the Omnidamned wad of chewing gum in her mouth. She lazily flipped through a magazine, chomping on her bright-pink glob of gum. Every now and again she’d blow a bubble, but most of the time she just sat there smacking it. This girl was the same one that manned the sign-up booth in the Endless Dunes two years ago. Strazio began to reconsider his decision to join D.A. and even considered traveling to a different verse to sign-up.

“You here to sign up hon?” the girl asked Strazio, who had wandered too close.

“Uh,” he responded, scratching the back of his neck.

“We both are!” Gamzee exclaimed, throwing an arm around his buddy’s neck.

She passed them both a set of forms and a pen.

“Fill these out waivers and questionnaires out, then we’ll move onto the interview.”

Strazio mumbled some off-color statements and snagged the pen from her. After a few minutes he handed back the papers and the attendant pulled a camera out from under her stand. She pressed record and pointed it at the white-haired mage.
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“So hon, we’ll start with something easy, what’s your name?”

“Strazio Rockwell, Defender of Darkshire.”

”Right, I remember you now, so since you’re a recurring player are you hoping to see any familiar faces on the island?”

“God I hope not, everyone of those jackasses can go get bent.”

”What about The Rock?”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like to play favorites.”

”Your fans were disappointed that you didn’t show up last year, any words for them?

“I have fans?”

”Sure you do! With your performance first time around, plus your appearance in the Colosseum, plus the release of your book ’Fifty Shades of White’ you’ve garnered quite an audience.”

“I have nothing to do with that damned book, that piece of trash is nothing but slander, written by that snake Shang Tsung.”

”Oooh how scandalous, what’s your gameplan on the island this year?”

“Well, I’m not looking to make friends so I’m going to move fast and hit them hard.”

”Looks like we’re running out of time, anyone you wanna acknowledge hon?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m here for the people of Darkshire, and my friend Demetri.”