Dante's Abyss -- Spectator Thread

[Karl Jak]

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[Gildarts]

Cana Alberona stood in the room painted in eggshell white, the brunette’s chin tilted up at the screen, eagerly watching. Her hair glossed over her shoulders like waves in an ocean, soft, supple over her rather scantily clad attire. She wore a navy blue cleavage showing crop top, but that was her style, to define beauty and not lock it away under the confines of fabric that heeded her in battle anyway. On her belly, lingering in perfect sight, showed the same tattooed symbol on Gildarts’ pectoral. It burned there proudly for all to see.
 
A vampire stood by her side adorned in widow’s black, “Uh, so which one is he?”
 
“The red-haired one,” Cana said in a hushed tone, “And not so loud!”
 
“Hah, he’s cute,” Cassandra chirped.
 
“Uch! I’ll flick your nose, or maybe even scarier,” the Fairy Tail wizard giggled as her eyebrows raised and she pulled out her fine set of blue cards, “I’ll tell your future.”
 
“Hah, my timeline stops the second my heart did, sweetheart.” the words fluttered gracefully off the vampire’s ruby red lips, “I’m on borrowed time. But, when this is over and you finally meet up with ol’ daddykins, we can work on it and you can help me out, how’s that sound?”
 
“Not so loud!” Cana protested again hushing her black-donning companion, it was a secret, that Cana's father was Gildarts.
 
“He’s been announced in a battle…”

[Jak Mar]

A orange ottsel was standing on the couch right behind the two, trying to eye the competition.

"I see you eyein' the competition, folks."

"Who's that on the screen?"

[Gildarts]

But it wouldn't be a secret for long. After this, no matter the outcome, she would tell him everything. Why she had held the information in for so long, until it tore her apart, and hopefully she would be accepted with open arms. She had no illusions about what it would mean, she wasn't going to run around dragging along on his missions like a burden he had to protect her from. She just wanted the truth told, and that was a noble enough cause, wasn't it?

"Gildarts Clive. Member of Ambrosia and S-Class Fairy Tail Wizard," the brunette wizard informed Daxter boldly, "And we're cheering for him."

"He's also worth money, to the right bidder," Cassandra the vampire said in a sultry way, regarding the bounty on his head. "Oh and we're eyeing him, but not as competition."

Cassandra's voice smiled as she let out a small bout of laughter, which was quickly silenced by her friend's steel-like elbow in her ribs. Cassandra cringed at the hard-hitting nudge and her amusement ceased immediately and they exchanged a rivalrous look at one another. Cana wore a warning frown and Cassandra the vampire narrowed her eyes with a scowl.

Disrupting their petty, sister-like competition for the trophy of dominance was the one before them. The wizard introduced herself, and then her widowy companion, "I'm Cana and this is Cassandra, and you are?"

"And more importantly," Cassandra clashed, "Who are you rooting for?"

[Jak Mar]

Daxter eyed the sultry vampire named Cassandra. He smirked and sat on the couch.

"It's risky, but I'm.... Orange.... Lightnin', Daxter."

"Why do you ask who I'm cheering for?"

"I'm cheering for my buddy, that's who. The Dynamite man."

[Ash]

Dante's Abyss has been blowing Ash's commlink up for the past two weeks, the hype was raw and ready to explode by the time the event actually happened. At some point, however, she 'acquired' the tickets she flashed to get past the gate keepers and into the 'V.I.P' section where she could watch with 'like minded' people, or otherwise people who wanted to cheer on their friends or family. She was stopped for a moment, and after some snobbish acting and then insisting politely, she also managed to score a free trip to the showers. It wasn't her fault that she just came from fighting a bunch of zombie rats!! But it was nice of them to consider the rest of the people who would be watching. 

She was almost thankful they were observant when she walked through the door and saw something amazingly interesting going on in the room. Daxter was a short creature that resembled some kind of long body mammal, but it was never clear as to what he was; maybe the game designers thought it was a mystery left unsolved. Her memory was extremely fuzzy about the details of those games, but she instantly recognized the creature and seriously wondered where his friend with the pointed ears was; as well if she could get an autograph..

Entered a woman of strange appearance despite the people around her and those that the camera followed through out the island. She stood 5'8', short-ish black hawk that was spiked to its fullest fluff, ebony horns that swooped from above her own pointed ears and across her forehead, below and behind the horns were pierced brows with 5 silver rings in total; in her ears were dangling razor blade earrings - surely they were fake though, right? - and in the right side of her bottom lip another ring that curved around the fullness of her lip. Around her slender neck was a chocker with chains that looped back up into the leather, the center piece being a brighter blue gem rounded into a simple oval and with a smokey texture to the impure precious material.  

She wore the fanciest of clothes, the finest outfit that she could conjure with recycled OM from her last outfit. A ragged old looking metal band shirt, pink, 3 sizes too big, cut off in the middle, and full of holes that made it easy to see the color of the day: Black.  Across her belly was a tattoo that you could barely see, running along her left side in some mystical language: Elven. Her hips were covered, barely, by skin tight micro-sized booty shorts with a belt that was half its size and a buckle in the shape of a skull. She wore black stockings, but like the shirt it was full of cosmetic rips that showed off most of her legs; right down to her ankle cut boots with at least 3 extra inch heels to add to her height. Sprouting from the small of her back was a slender and flexible tail, ending in the signature devil arrow head. Around her arms she wore 'delicate' gloves; fingerless and simple in fabric, and leather bracelets with different types of studs, at least 5 on each wrist mixed in with unimpressive silver bangles.

She caught the eye of the crowd, for sure, but it probably wasn't just about her outrageous outfit, or the tail, or the horns. It possibly was her fair but blue skin. The color looked like what a bruise looked on normal skin, a slight blue undertone but a light purple layer over it. Or maybe it was her eyes.. Or the lack of. She looked like she was blind with white iris-pupil-less blank surfaces. Demon was the word that came to mind to most upon seeing her, followed by a coloful list of other things. She carried only one weapon on her, a dagger's hilt could be seen poking out of a sheath on her left leg, like a garter around the ripped stockings.  

She flashed her flawless teeth in a smirk and moved to the couch to sit down on the opposite side of one of her favorite characters in a game. She always did like the snarky and sarcastic types, maybe that's why she was like this now. She casually sat back like she owned the place, throwing her arm over the back of the couch and one leg over the other while she brought up the commlink. It looked a lot like a cellular phone, but mixed in a bit with remote. She ran her bare thumb, the nail was polished in periwinkle blue, over the screen and tapped a few things. She linked up with the monitors and hit record, which would save to her device where she could access it later. With that done, she stuck her blue tongue out, something covering it, and then simultaneously pulled it free of the gum pocket while blowing a bubble with her gum. When it popped it made a satisfying sound and brought the last bit of attention onto her. She grinned as she sucked the deflated bubble-gum back into her mouth and began to chew. "What have I missed?" She asked, casually and to no one person before turning to the weasel-ferret thing beside her as if she meant him.

[Gildarts]

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.

[Jak Mar]

Daxter's eyes moved on the black-clad woman who had just slipped on the couch in front of him. "See him on the screen? That's Dynamite Mar, or Dynamite Kid as the crowd likes to call him."

"Ya' want a autograph of me? Wow! I'm a celebrity!"

The ottsel hopped off the couch in a flip to grab a pen and hopped back on the couch and gave the pen to the woman in particular.

"He's my sidekick, ya know. "

Daxter signed a picture "To a fan from Orange Lightning and my sidekick Dynamite kid."

The long eared hero was on the screen looking around for someone.

[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.

[Guu]

Before Guu left, she forbade Molly from watching the show. She knew she had no way to stop her, Molly knew she had no way to stop her, but it was something you had to at least try at, even if you don’t fully believe in it.

Responsible parenting was difficult.

Anyways, today she hoped to find some closure in a part of her life she thought was closed forever. She would have left it alone but this feeling in her gut had been eating at her ever since Gildarts left. Was it depression? Emotions made no sense.

She made her way to the Ambrosia DA booth. In retrospect, Gildarts should have taken this route instead of going to the booth by the Tangled gate. Oh well, in the past now, no use attempting to time travel.

Yet.

‘Note to self, look into time travel powers.’ Guu thought to herself.

The lady out front greeted her politely, Karl Jak must have pulled from the Ambrosian workforce if she’s getting that kind of greeting from one of his workers. With a big breath, she stepped on through the gate into the Danteverse.



The first thing she encountered was the smell of sweat and Axe bodyspray. She didn’t have a nose so she figured that’s what it smelt like. The spectator area was much different from the last time she was there, but because of Karl Jak’s sense of branding, it felt exactly the same.

Or maybe that was just her bias. She hated this place with a passion.

She just kind of mulled around as she looked for a screen that showed either Gildarts or Gamzee.

[Desman Black]

After meeting the female at the front desk and her explaining what the place was, the Robot made himself at home like she had advised, soon finding where they kept the beer before going into the main viewing area, which had already had quite a lot of people in it, most of them seemed weird by appearance alone, but he wasn't one to talk.

"So, has Jak been shown yet?" The Red robot asked as he leaned on the back of the couch with one arm, sculling the beer bottle with the other.

[Ash]

Ash wasn't watching anyone in particular, but several scenes crossed the board of screens before them. Still perched beside Daxter on the couch with the women nearby, Ash glanced up to see both a unique figure show up and a robot. Guu was an internet icon, from Twitter to various other message boards across the Dataverse, Ash has seen her presence at least somewhere in the millions of threads that hang in the cyber-like place. That said, Ash knew very little of her. With her fingers in so many virtual pies, she can't imagine the girl having a life outside of the place. While it was interesting, and only a step or two from what Ash's existence herself, the demonic woman that sat on the comfortable couch like she wasn't a strange figure in this place enjoyed the opposite. Ash was the rogue of online messing about, she was still working on cracking a lot of the code in the data-verse for information hidden in the 0's and 1's; actually, she was still trying to crack those zeros and ones. But learning a new system took time, and she had been busy fighting zombie rats tangles in a nest under the sewers.

The robot seemed of littler interest as well. the bruise-colored demon enjoyed the software in life, not the hardware.

She got up and moved over the bar of snacks. Also a lover of anything that was completely bad for her health. From salt infused ramen noodles to grease filled burgers and fries. So when she found the sweet and salty section, she was in heaven. Especially since there was no limit to her consumption and the last thing she got to eat was some roasted chicken parts from Camelot. Bland and tasteless. Bag of popcorn mix, a huge cup of soda, and a bag of gummy worms later, Ash returned and propped her feet up on the arm of the couch so she was taking her allowed space on the shared seat but also keeping a little space left for anyone who felt brave enough to sit between her and the onsel. When she returned she scanned the televisions broadcasting everyone's whereabouts.

One screen had what looked like an endless battle between men, elf, and anything else in some forest. Another had a battle between something she was sure she was supposed to recognize from her media files, what appeared to be a sentient goo-girl and some human dressed in a tacky suit. A hand full of them were merely watching people as they traveled, and then one caught her eye. "Oh, my~!" She said, with a grin only a devil could make. In the upper ones marked A, specifically the safe house. They watched as a shirtless man pressed a blond girl into the wall and kissed her. There was a slight struggle, that Ash couldn't quite understand as distress or passion from her point of view of the apparent couple. In the background, an older fighter slept, none the wiser of what was happening behind him. It was hot and scandalous and held her interest for the moment. She pointed it out to Daxter just to see how her couch company would react to it.

The orange weasel looking thing faked a gagging motion, before realizing his set up might get away if he didn't react in time. Running his hand across his ears, barely avoiding an awkward unveiling of his helmet fuzz by passing the goggles without much trouble before leaning on the couch like the cocky little thing he was. He gave her 'the look' and then a big cheesy grin. But before he could get much out at all, they announced the next contestants for the upcoming round. Jak Mar came across the airwaves, and he stopped what he was doing to jump back to both feet and look up at the screen. As the trio before was wisped away by Karl Jak's will, the Dynamite Kid, the older man from the sexy scene's background, and Deadpool himself appeared in the battle-scarred arena!! Ash gasped at this, recognizing the merc with a mouth. "Well. This will be interesting.." She said, all but forgotten the steamy show from moment earlier.

[Amber Veritz]

The feline tripped through the teleporter, landing on her face. The giant sword on her back did less to soften her blow with the floor than she would have liked. Although her chest her from the fall, she clawed herself and continued to find a TV that was feeding the view of the competition. Running up the corner of the opening area, she was stopped by a man with the most rediculous appearance should could ever begin to describe. He wore a very profusely coloured suit, some color darker than the shade of dried blood(A color she knew too well to forget.) with a yellow tie. His hair was outrightly ridiculous and that mustache. He reminded her of Oobleck, but at least the green-haired coffee fiend could dress properly.

"Hello Miss Kitty Ears! Welcome to Dante's Aby-" He was silenced when Amber's arm pushed him to the ground, shoving him onto his back side.

"Outta the way, and don't ever call me Miss Kitty Ears!" She screamed as she ran into the bar area.

"Okay, enjoy your time here." Ron said trying to stand back up after being so heavily winded by the tiny cat. She rushed to the actual bar in between some people to get a look at the TV on the wall. Fights were happening currently.

"Bartender, get me a drink." She called out.

[Jak Mar]

Daxter shot up and didn’t notice Desman at first but then noticed him sit right next to him with a beer in hand. “So you know Jak, huh?”

Desman nodded “We saved the Omniverse together.”

Daxter pointed at the screen where Jak was fighting deadpool and everyone “Huh, me and Jak saved the world three times.”

“Looks like Dynamite kid is on the screen now, fighting some dude who calls himself Deadpool, and a samurai guy.”

“COME ON DYNAMITE KID! GIVE THEM SOME PUNCHING! BEATUMUP!”

His voice was a little too loud in the Spectator area.

[Desman Black]

"Go Jak, give it to them!" Des's word were servilely overpowered by Daxter's, but it was nice to see that Jak had someone to help him though the omniverse, and from the sounds of it he seemed like he really cared. Des put the now empty beer bottle on the table before glancing over the other screens over at the other screens seeing both Dante and Zedd walking around, it seemed like they weren't in much trouble so he return looking at the main fight only to see the purple creature, "Oh, god."

[Ash]

Ash watched the thin sword-swinging man dart across the screen and then Jak twist into a darker entity that she vaguely recognized from the games she half-assed through. Daxter was getting riled up, and the couch was getting crowded. She finished off her popcorn with the grace of a raccoon while she also observed the people in the viewing room. It looked like a combination of high classed people and some low tier figures. She was taking in everything from behind the blank spaces that were her eyes, and taking notes in a document she had on her commlink. The stylus in her right hand waved over the screen before she grasped it more aggressively and brought it to her lip. She used the end to play with the ring in her lip, bored. It wasn't that she wasn't going to enjoy watching people trying to kill each other, but she was already saving all the video in her device. She shoved the pen like thing back into its slot finished off her super-sized soda. With only the worms as her last snack, she glanced back over at Daxter.

He was busy on the edge of his seat watching Jak and cheering him on with an apparent friend. Next time he looked over at her, she shook her newly made cup of ice and nodded towards the bar so he knew where she was if the fight ended before she got back. The strange figure didn't seem so strange compared to Guu, the robot, the weasel-like creature, or... A Neko? As she approached the bar she saw a girl with a tail and ears similar to that of a cat. Her own tail switched behind her as she just waited to see what happened next. The bartender handed her a drink after asking what she was in the mood for and getting the response of: "Anything good." She watched as the Neko-girl took the drink and began to sip it. With nothing else to entertain her, she settled a seat away and asked for a refill for the Cola she'd been drinking before dropping the gummy worms on the bar and straddling the stool. Her tail flicked for balance but otherwise settled low to the ground. The demon with the face full of metal then turned to her bar mate and nodded at the cat girl. "And one of whatever that is." She said before turning away completely from the girl.

Ash pulled out her phone as it announced a message, and found the Power Ranking list had been updated. Glancing over the list she scoffed happily at all the comments Karl Jak made. She didn't know this guy, but she wanted to. "Jak's moved up a couple." She said out loud, then placed her gadget next to her before her own drink came. With a sip, she realized it was a fruit masked alcoholic drink. The woman just shrugged her shoulders. "Not bad." In her profession, men bought her drinks all the time, between her high tolerance and her natural way of keeping to herself it was always hard to tell if the demoness beside the Faunus was effected by it all. That said, this was hardly a drink you were going to get drunk off. "But I know you can do better." She said, insisting with those unnatural white blind appearing eyes. The bartender seemed slightly flustered by this before nodding and mixing something with more alcohol levels but enough flavors to hide the taste of it. He slid the new drinks to her and Amber. Ash held it out to toast with her new buddy. "Enjoy."

[Gildarts]

Cana’s eyes narrowed, “Was that like… A grudge match? Did I miss something Cassandra? It looked like he’d fought the guy before.”
 
“SHHH! This battle is still going on with Dynamite Kid!” Cassandra shushed her secondary companion as she sat next to Dax and offered him the popcorn she was distinctly not indulging in. The one with the red man, the elfish-looking thing, and the blade master was going swiftly and there was a ton of action. Cassandra knew that merely thinking about their goals wouldn’t get either of them there, so they welcomed the down-time.
 
Cana rolled her eyes and focused back on her father, He’s still fighting. He will never give up. And he’s still alive. All these rules and regulations for the fight and competition were awfully confusing, if you don’t fight you’ll be culled, if you do fight you get hurt and you don’t always get the item. Also if you’re in a fight but get out of that fight you have to sprint to the safehouse so as not to die. Gods her mind was boggled. If she was in this, she’d surely be stressed. It was a lot like the S-class wizard test they had. No one had even been crowned victor, despite how much each of them wanted it.
 
But what was Gildarts feeling? It looked to her that he liked the thrill of the battle, the chase, the fundamental challenge. It was hard for him to find formidable foes in Moria, not to mention Earthland in general, of course, it only made sense he loved every minute of it. That’s why he was there.
 
At the thought of Earthland, names and faces sprung up in her mind, Natsu… Gray… Mira… She missed home. Their friendly smiles and silly and crazy antics that usually got them close to killed, or just knee-deep in trouble where Master had to write to the Magic Council and get them out of it. Her mournful expression turned into a smile when Gildarts’ expression was zoomed in on by the cameras, the blood melted off him like ice cream and cleaned out his wounds. She’d never seen him bleed before and the Gods knew she was rooting for him with all of her heart, but maybe there weren’t enough Fairy Tail mages around to make that wish come true that time around.
 
Which brought her back to Why are we both even here? Gildarts, I know I’m here to tell you the truth. My truth. Maybe now you’re meant to hear it.
 
“Oh for Omni’s sake, Gildarts will win the next one, get your panties out of a twist,” Cassandra moaned as she saw the Fairy Tail wizard’s expression filled to the brim with concentration.
 
“Watch this battle with me and settle down, I’ll get you a beer. Actually, you’re quite the heavyweight, right? I’ll order you a keg,” Cassandra waved her hand, hoping to find a waiter or some sort of Syntech staff who would serve them.

[Gildarts]

“Can we get another one over here?” Cassandra called over the the man who stood next to the cart full of booze.
 
“Another… Drink?” the Syntech Secondary asked wryly.
 
“Ugh, noo, just because she doesn’t look like she can lock it away doesn’t mean she doesn’t wanna get drunk to celebrate. Duh!” Cassandra lectured the bartender. He stood tall, was half… Orc or something, because of his green skin, and wore a very nice collared shirt with a bright Syntech label embroidered on it. Customer service, the bartender was the property of this fine… Institution while on the clock, off the clock, though, he sometimes skipped over to Costa Del Sol and mixed drinks for the hot island girls.
 
Now, he was on the clock and had to keep himself from rolling his eyes at the vampire’s antics. “Another keg? Listen I just gave you that keg it can’t be empty…”
 
“Lift. It.” Cassandra growled as her eyes narrowed, the insurgence challenged her superiority complex. She hated to be told she was wrong. Every millennial's worst nightmare.
 
“Okay…” Jared said and did lift it. Cana, the pretty fortune telling wizard over there had polished it off in a matter of minutes. “Won’t she get like… Alcohol poisoning?”
 
“Nah she’s a wizard or someshit, if you want, I’ll have her read your fortune for you as your tip?” Cassandra offered. She had gotten a little catty but was simmering down again. Cana was out of frame and really hadn’t noticed.
 
The Fairy Tail wizard was more preoccupied with Gildarts who appeared to be blushing at some maid whose name he didn’t even know. It made her want to roll her eyes, the man was so corny. So… Dad-ish. But what had been that before? When he’d slammed his hands along the side of his head. The cameras had switched and the scene was gone again. Focused off of Gildarts and onto the drama between the two groups. With that elf Gildarts had paired up with.
 
Cana was protective of her guildmates and father. So she couldn’t see why he’d want to be with someone like that. Illidan was just so… Villainous, insidious, dark, and misunderstood. He could turn in an instant and stab her father in the back. Though, maybe Gildarts liked being kept on his toes...
 
This Tamsin woman seemed like a much better suit for him (girlfriend-wise too, Gildarts was getting a little too clingy to that chainsaw) but now she’d been culled to the arena. Cana sighed, at least she’d finished stitching up his back, the wizard’s wounds had looked pretty bad and Gildarts likely wouldn’t do much about them other than dab them with the liquor soaked cloth from the maid-girl. Then he’d likely put his flammable hand too close to the fire and singe the metal of his palm.
 
“Yup, there it is…” Cana confirmed as Gildarts began to burn the breakfast of lumpy pancakes. She chuckled though, her face and cheeks red with alcohol, but not enough.
 
Next she looked up to see a dashing young gentleman with green skin dropping with a heavy Thud! the new keg of ale. “Wow! Thanks!” Cana smiled and couldn’t wait to lift the sweet booze to her lips.
 
Yes. She drank straight from the keg. Does it it surprise you? She’s a damn strong mage and she can lift heavy things if it means getting the beer in faster. After one gulp she set the keg down, not spilling a drop despite the fizzy overflow, on herself nor the ground, nor the people around her.
 
Jared the Syntech employee and half-orc was still standing there expectantly. Cana’s pretty doe eyes fell on him curiously. “Oh uh, I was told you could read my fortune?” Jared asked nervously looking back at Cassandra who offered a cynical thumbs-up to both of them.
 
Cana cast a glance at Cassandra too. Her powers were mostly meant to be under wraps, but no, Cassandra had told the bartender of all people! The brunette blinked and pulled out her deck of cards and offered him a seat at the table they were sitting at. “I should warn you, while everyone thinks they want their future told, doesn’t mean they truly do. Raw truth, unadulterated by time or reality. It simply comes whether you protest or attempt to avoid it or not. It is hard for anyone to face.”
 
There was a sudden darkness cast about the room. Cana’s eyes grew grave and serious, lacking that playful girlish amusement that she’d felt when seeing Gildarts more or less check-out that maid. The wizard’s tone was one that told of danger, “You’re sure you want this?”
 
“Yes. More than you could know,” Jared said solidifying his resolve. There were secrets underneath this man’s skin. She’d told him knowing was a curse, yet he still beckoned the truth. There was no amusement left in either of their eyes.
 
Cana nodded and began to shuffle his fate in with her cards.

[Desman Black]

Desman continued to stare intently at the television screen that had "Albino Jak" on it. Sure he heard that Zedd was on another one, but he had too many questions. 'Was jak always like this when fighting? Had he been like this when we "saved the Omniverse."? Is this the reason why I can't remember, to get death out of my head?." All Des could to was think of questions, and with each one, came a dozen more. Of course it had to stop eventually, but he would've preferred the questions. Des remember something, he remembered each of the four Cybermen they had faced, and how blood thirsting this form of Jak was towards each one.

*Crash*

On his rush to get up, to get away, The robot accidentally toppled over the table. But most people weren't paying attention to that, anyone in that room could see that Des was distressed, His hands covering his head, the non-understandable mumbling, the fastness that was headed to nowhere.

[Jak Mar]

Daxter eyed the tv screen, just staring at Albino Jak. This wasn't like him. What had happened to him over time that made him get so... bloodthirsty?

"Come on Jak! Don't let those two get to you.."