Dante's Abyss -- Spectator Thread

[Ash]

Ash responded to the woman's polite smile with a sharp nod upwards, not saying it but it was typically paired with a 'sup?'. She noted the woman's dressing habits, apparently not much different than her own. Ash liked the attention that her outer appearance got, and dressed just how she liked but always willing to show off more of her different colored skin. She glanced back at the man of the hour, Daxter. Smiling at him, she chewed through her gum a little, but it helped to let him know how much of her attention he had. Playing to his vanity was easy, but she didn't feel all that bad about doing so when all she wanted was a signature worthy of a ton of credits back home or on ebay. He seemed flattered enough to know he had a fan, and was quick to grab a pen and scribble on a photo he pulled out of the magical portal through time and space behind his back. The writing utensil glided across the laminated photo and then he offered it to her. Her tail changed directions in the windless air and she grinned even harder at her victory as she took it with great pleasure, putting her very light weight onto the sofa with her hand so she could lean a bit closer. She decided to be a bit naughty and leaned a bit lower to steal a quick kiss on his cheek.

Looking a lot like the devil who just got away with something, she pulled back with a grin and admired her prize before lowering the picture to take in Jak's image on one of the multiple screens. "Dynamite Kid, eh? Is that what he likes to be called now days?" She said, her blind looking eyes trained on the screen for a moment longer. Then the flicked across the other's. To her surprise, several members of the Dante's Abyss contestants were easily named by her based simply on other games she'd played. It made her wonder if this MMORPG was made by fans, or if the creator got paid to insert certain characters. "Think I can meet him if he wins?" She teased, folding the photo in half, and then another half, and sinking the treasure into her bra with little regard to who saw what. "Say, did you send him in there to toughen up, or is there another reason the great Orange Lightening isn't competing?" She asked at the risk of sounding like a news reporter. Maybe that would be for the best.