06-18-2017, 08:32 AM
Cana had gone back to intently watching the screen, her brown eyes smoldering as precisely the same shade as just one of the many wizards currently fighting it out.
Cassandra, however, seemed more interested in the one who had just entered, the vampire did not like to feel upstaged and it could be seen that extravagance was pouring out from them. Nonetheless, she offered a politely fixed nod before her eyes fell back on Daxter where she nodded, "Pleasure to meet you. While she's got her eye on that one wizard, I have yet to decide which one I would like to see win. Though I wouldn't mind seeing her overjoyed because her choice lucked out."
The vampire looked around the room further, large screens with multiple projectors were all around the room so that onlookers could keep track of the multiple fights, and likely the betting on the black market that went along with the games. That Karl Jak must've made a killing, she'd have to have a chat with him some time about profit and rigging the polls.
There were couches and movie-red cinematic chairs along with, Ha, how amusing, fresh popcorn springing vigorously and unpredictably from the silver kettle and out between the panes of glass. Refreshments were complimentary this year, but nobody ever gave out free blood.
The woman adorned in frilly, old-time Victorian Era black strolled over to the condiment play station, her eyes lightly and disdainfully grazing every ounce of food that tasted of ash to her.
Cassandra, however, seemed more interested in the one who had just entered, the vampire did not like to feel upstaged and it could be seen that extravagance was pouring out from them. Nonetheless, she offered a politely fixed nod before her eyes fell back on Daxter where she nodded, "Pleasure to meet you. While she's got her eye on that one wizard, I have yet to decide which one I would like to see win. Though I wouldn't mind seeing her overjoyed because her choice lucked out."
The vampire looked around the room further, large screens with multiple projectors were all around the room so that onlookers could keep track of the multiple fights, and likely the betting on the black market that went along with the games. That Karl Jak must've made a killing, she'd have to have a chat with him some time about profit and rigging the polls.
There were couches and movie-red cinematic chairs along with, Ha, how amusing, fresh popcorn springing vigorously and unpredictably from the silver kettle and out between the panes of glass. Refreshments were complimentary this year, but nobody ever gave out free blood.
The woman adorned in frilly, old-time Victorian Era black strolled over to the condiment play station, her eyes lightly and disdainfully grazing every ounce of food that tasted of ash to her.
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