[The Official RPN Character Challenge 2015]The Lobby!

Deciding to stay alone, she went to a quiet spot as she sat on the ground in the corner of the lobby in a meditative stance, closing her eyes. It became a part of Skye to do deep meditation once or twice a day. This was also strongly apart of her training. Skye found it quite strange how slightly engaged she was in conversation with strangers, which was very much rare. She wasn't one who speaks alot, neither keeps a conversation flowing for longer periods.


She closed her eyes, as she inhaled and exhaled slowly, as she was now opening her senses, with a gentle yet sinister aura around her. She decided that remaining this way was best, as she would await the gods. She figured that they would have prevented the use of power, as she was unable to summon her gentle flames which normally radiates lightly around her.


Being quite deep in meditation, yet fully alert, as taught by her master to be able to be between both planes of consciousness and subconsciousness, she was able to sense everyone's aura within the whole lobby. There were quite a lot of participants around, sensing the level of power which they held. Some were quite powerful, while some weren't so much to look forward to, though she held respect for their strengths...
 
Chastity's eyes widened when the pink-haired man tilted his head towards her. She froze momentarily- it was sort of... odd, to pet a person, even if he did say it was okay... and she never was one for getting touchy with people she'd just met. In the end, the little girl's exclamation about their softness sealed the deal, and she reached out tentatively to brush her fingers over the edge of his ear. "Wow," she murmured, "They are real... That's amazing!" Questions popped into her head- had he been born that way, was it normal where he was from, were they functional, and if so, were his human ears also functional and how did that work, exactly? She forced herself to keep a lid on her curiosity, though- he wasn't a specimen to be interrogated, and he'd already been very gracious. And his name, evidently, was Euli. "It's nice to meet you, by the way. I'm sorry for forgetting my manners before, I was... on the wrong foot, so to speak, and I kinda forgot how to exist around people. My name's Chastity Miller." She managed a genuine smile after the introduction. "I must say I'm glad to have run into y'all. Everyone else seems to be at each other's throats."


@Dawnsx @RubyRose @The Wizard
 
@Firelava Rudolph arched a brow at the beast tamer. And was about to deliver a witty retort on the matter when the man ever so generously produced something from behind him that appeared to be just such a thing that was mentioned. A weapon. And it was being offered to Rudy? Now, Rudolph was not the sort to look a gift horse in the mouth, goodness knows he really could probably use something to stab somebody in the face with... Still he could not help but look at the weapon in Dues' hand with a tad bit of skepticism. He did remember back to the words of the guy when he said that his weapons were damned. Damned was not normally a good thing, at least it wasn't in his world. "They aren't going to damn me to hell if I use it, will they?" He asked.


Should the answer be no, the boy would warily reach out to take the pointy object and inspect it in closer detail. To be honest, Rudy didn't trust this stuff. Witches and magic and dreams. He didn't understand any of, so no way was he going to trust his life too it. However, risks did sort of outweigh that ideology. It certainly might be of use if he somehow ended up pitted against one of these monsters that frequented this lobby. Not that he trusted it would do much good, Rudy wasn't exactly a trained fighter. Better than nothing, right? Well... taking the object in hand, his 'aura' bled into it. Though an odd display would show. An erratic flash of the deeper purple aura that just might belong to Rudy, followed by a series of flickering and static as if the object was deciding to operate for a creature from a completely different universe. The result? That was up for the gods to decide. (In the FAQ)


Rudy just stared at the object, not being attuned to any such form of magic or ESP or aura's, he couldn't really see the glow. Though it certainly wasn't because he lacked spirit. Normal people just didn't normally see this stuff. It is why they are, unfortunately, normal. Though, nobody who goes down the path of magic, madness, and fantasy ever seem to stay that way for long. "This is very kind of you, Dues. Though I don't quite have anything in which to return the favor."
 
" When i put down the beast i took a dozen teeth. And you may yet need a weapon. If it be here, or elsewhere it matters not. This will also prove to doubters that this occurred. I need no gift, knowing that others watch the worlds i cannot is enough. " Irea explained. His own teeth glowed a powerful flaming red.
 
@Firelava "Fair enough." He said, looking at it a little longer before pushing it into his pocket. Not the most comfortable of fits, but his clothes weren't exactly tailored to carry around weapons. It was a nice gesture, and it wasn't lost on Rudy.


"I don't want to be the guy that takes and runs, I appreciate it, really, but I think it is about high time that I start poking around this place. To find a way back to the Dreamscape or something." Or a vendor that sold some cigarettes. There was food here and everything else apparently, why not that too? "Good luck, then. I suppose I will see you during the trials." He said. To be honest, he kind of hoped not.
 
" And good luck to you. It should be an interesting time for all of us." Irea said. He turned and wandered off, searching for the girl he had been following earlier.
 
With a nod, Rudy wandered off towards the Cafe. The faint sounds of cursing could probably heard from his direction a few moments later as he took out his frustration on a vending machine.


(Rudy has left the scene. Moved to the "It's just like Deathbucks" thread.)
 
A sigh of relief escaped Cyrus' lips as the weapon was sheathed and he was spared the possibility of loosing a limb. At least, as far as he knew. "Phew, you sure know how to get a guys attention, don't ya?" His casual demeanor returned as he loosened up and relaxed, glad to be done with the brief moment of stress. Getting beat up or hurt was no mystery to the boy; heck, he'd sometimes get tossed around by some hot head on purpose just for shits and giggles. Possibly letting go of one of his most valuable appendages on the other hand, and for no reason no less, wasn't exactly something he wanted to get used to. If it was for a good reason and something he believed in then sure, but for just flirting? Eh, there were many more fish in the sea, and he wasn't going to risk it all on trying to reel in a shark. Besides, you know what they say about crazy.


Didn't mean he was going to stop though. Not at all. He'd just know what to expect and prepare for it. That shark was coming on his boat, but he'd have his can of shark repellent handy now that he knew beast he was hunting.


"I have no way of telling if you're real. Who knows, maybe I'm the real one and you're the illusion. Or maybe this is all real. Or maybe none of it's real and I'm dreaming. You have any way to test that out? Because I have no clue."


"Trust me, I'm a genius. I know the solution." His tone was very sarcastic, almost as if he was poking fun at himself, which was partially true. Cyrus was by no means a genius and he knew this well enough. Still smart considering his father was a scientist, but he never cared or invested enough time into actually studying to be the best he could be.


With the raise of his hand with his index finger extended and waggling at the ceiling, Cyrus closed his eyes as if he was pondering some deep, philosophical concept, Cyrus opened his mouth. "You see, my fine madam," the boy lead with as his tone comically over-exaggerated that of a stereotypical old-timey philosopher, "the answer is simple. We both lack definitive proof that either of us is real, and it is seemingly impossible to prove so, as whatever proof is conjured up can easily be dismissed as a fabrication of the others imagination or in my case, someone else's. However, there is one thing that is said to be the most real thing to ever enter the hearts of man: love. So, I see no other way to definitively solve this question than the two of us to become romantically involved." There was a brief moment of silence as Cyrus let his words sink in. Then, as he opened his eyes while keeping a completely straight, if not slightly embellished face of sophistication, he brought his hand down, imitating the motion one would do if hey were smoking a pipe as he blew the imaginary smoke from his lips. "Hmmm, yes that does seem most logical, doesn't it?"





@TheGoldenGear


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Crocea chuckled at the thought of herself being romantically involved at all, not to mention with this guy. The chuckle eventually turned into a hysterical laugh. After a while, she calmed down. "You're pretty funny, you know," she said, barely able to speak. "Sorry, but no. Try again next time."





@cojemo
 
The infectious laughter of the girl he was attempting to woo forced him out of character. He smiled, eliciting a small chuckle of his own as he placed both of his hands behind his head. There was almost nothing sweeter for Cyrus to hear than the gleeful reactions to one of his jokes or antics, especially when he was flirting. After all, what was a jester without his adoring crowd but a simple fool? Ridiculous and over-the-top impressions were almost his specialty, and the fact that this girl enjoyed it, especially when many girls he'd attempted flirting with would just roll their eyes at such an act, was definitely a victory to him, even if there turned out to be little success. Much better than almost having his arm chopped off that's for sure, though that did have its charm to it. A terrifying, insane charm to it.


"You're pretty funny, you know, Sorry, but no. Try again next time."


"Awww, I'm crushed." Cyrus mocked sadness as he put on his best puppy-dog face and looked at Crocea as he purposefully spoke childishly. "Will you pwease wreconswider? My wittle heart can't handle being turned down. I won't ever be able to twalk to a girl again if you don't say yes." Even Cyrus couldn't last long after saying that, and only after a few moments he burst into laughter, hunching over as he attempted to stopped his sides from exploding all over the shiny white floors. Out of all the jokes he could tell, one about him loosing the confidence to hit on chicks was so ridiculous that he couldn't help but find it hilarious. Probably undeservedly so considering the joke. "Oh boy, I can't even say that with a straight face!" The blonde sat upright as he recovered, taking a few deep breathes to recover. "Nah girl, ya don't need to worry. I wouldn't even call it trying. It'll work eventually, just you wait till you're coming around for ol' Cyrus Cooper, unable to resist my magnificent charms." He winked, flashing his magnificent smile as he did so. "Well, anything I should know about my future girlfriend, or does she prefer to keep a few secrets?"





@TheGoldenGear
 
A wave of nausea hit full force. His nostrils flared out irritably and the overwhelming stench of smoke, mixed in with a musty alcohol, poured up into his nose. He gave himself a moment, breathing in deeply and swallowing, resisting the urge to puke. The man reeked, especially now that he was standing right before the small boy, but what could he do? Tetsuun's hands fidgeted uncomfortably in their binds and he pressed himself as close as he could to the pole he was tied to. In spite of it all, how the burning cigarette let out a steady stream smoke that stung his eyes, the boy refused to break eye contact. If anything, the proximity between the two made the loathing behind his heated gaze all the easier to convey.


His first training session with Katsuro had ended with him knocking the genin unconscious, and when he came to some undetermined amount of time later, he had been tied up to a pole. One of his fellow teammates was as well, but she wasn't having to deal with stink-breath sucking up and tainting his own oxygen. It was taking an unbearably long time for the jonin to finally get to his point. He had showcased the five Shinto archways that stood strong, the names of people who died in the latest war, all to give them yet another war lecture, in spite of the man insisting otherwise. Beyond that, their new teammate had shown up, which was actually his old teammate, weird girl-


Tetsuun's train of thought was cut off abruptly as he became hyper-aware of Katsuro's pointer finger turned to aim down at the boy. His forehead crackled with a tingling sensation and his lips tugged even further in distaste. Don't. The finger drew closer until the pad of the jonin's finger connected, his short fingernail just barely making an impression as he forced the boy's head back up against the pole. A moment of silence stretched between the two, where Tetsuun almost regretted breaking his glasses earlier, while also mourning the fact that if his the binds on his legs were just a little looser, he could probably knee him in the groin.


"And that includes you. I don't know how much of a push-over your last sensei was, but if you ever fuckin' tell me no again you'll be spending the rest of your days in the academy learning how to wipe your ass with the gaping hole left by my foot."


Tetsuun's face scrunched up, nose wrinkling in his anger. He couldn't be serious. In that moment, he couldn't help but notice how the jonin was in the precise range for him to spit in his eye. He resisted the urge though, knowing the consequences weighted behind Katsuro's words. Instead, he turned his head away sharply in an attempt to shake off that finger that felt like it was drilling into his skull. "Don't touch me." It was the most defiant statement he would allow himself under the threat of being sent back to the academy.


Strangely enough, he began to feel the weight of the jonin's finger ease off of him. Tetsune looked back, but the sun that had previously been hanging over the man's head suddenly was flaring out. The light became blinding, straining his eyes such that he felt his pupils retracting from it until he narrowed them into a squint. The pressure of the pole behind him on his back vanished, and where his feet were previously dangling somewhat off the ground, they found purchase. His arms were awkwardly held out behind himself, wrists knocking against each other, and it was now only his own doing that they were positioned as they were. Slowly, he opened his eyes.


The purest white he had ever seen washed over the area. It burned somewhat to look at, but after that, his senses seemed to have dulled. There was no strain in his arms, no more scent of the summer evening, and no breeze to carry the smell of grass. Awkwardly, he pulled his arms apart from each other, half expecting them to still be somehow restricted, but this was not the case.


They fell easily back to his sides, and the boy was left to tugging at the hem of his light brown shirt, which was baggy against his gaunt frame, just to ensure he was still clothed. His hands traced down to pat his black pants, but when his gaze fell to the endless white also beneath his, his feet were bare again. He wriggled his toes experimentally, and they tapped against the unseen force holding him up. Tetsuun's mind blanked for a moment, baffled by his current circumstance. Slowly, he peeled his foot up, balancing easily on the other leg. He barely got to glance in time to see the last of his burns be covered over by a new layer of skin. His puzzled frown was stuck perpetually on his face as he lowered his foot gingerly back to the ground. He just barely missed the precise spot where it previously had been and, feeling the edge of his foot hanging off, a powerful gravity unlike what he had ever felt tugging at it, he scooted over a little.


Shit. Genjutsu? He wouldn't put it past the old man to pull some cheap trick like that, while he was tied up, nevertheless. This, however, was bizarre. Katsuro had a fearsome reputation, but none of it mentioned anything about this. Unless, of course, he was about to be bombarded by explosives in a matter of moments. Instead, an unfamiliar, almost alien voice boomed through the void, making his head snap back up.


"You have been chosen by the Gods to participate in an almighty set of trials. Win, and you will earn ultimate glory. Lose, and you will disappoint us. Good luck, challenger!"


Before he could think anything of it, blobs of faint colors began to dot the area. His eyes narrowed again as the image began to sharpen, colors becoming shapes as his surroundings shifted entirely. Tetsuun lowered his head, bringing his arms up to dig the heels of his palms into his shut eyes and rub them gently. He remained like that for a moment, and when he looked back up, everything had changed.


This is too weird. Swaths of white and baby blue stretched out around him, forming the sky. He was floating. No, he was standing on something. Upon the surface, he could faintly make out the reflection of himself - a small, pale child with a mop of black hair swept over his freckled face. Stranger than that was his change in attire. No longer was he standing in baggy clothing, but rather in a gray jacket that folded over his mesh armor. The bitter thought passed through his mind, Just like the old man wanted.


Even stranger was beyond that. It was a structure floating in the sky, towering high with glass windows with gray slabs of... stone? cement? He couldn't tell, but it was impossibly massive. Standing next to it, the Hokage's Residence would pale in comparison. And beyond that...


He had no where near enough time to take in the whole of his observations. Without warning, the cubicle began to drop. A surprised yelp escaped the boy as his heart jumped into his throat. He took a few quick steps back, starting again with a shudder as his back collided with a wall. The sensation of falling overwhelmed him, yet there wasn't a hair on his head that was shifting. He pressed himself close against the wall, palms flattening against it and he worked to steady his breath against the erratic pounding of his heart.


Its descent ended just as abruptly as it began, but there was no jarring feeling from it landing on anything. The cubicle was still held up in the air by some unseen force, but now it had been leveled with the enormous building and was slowly sliding towards it. At that point, Tetsuun had grown far too weary of observing all these changes to watch this arduously slow process. He turned to face the clear wall behind him and, shutting his eyes, leaned forward to press his forehead against the glass. He rubbed his head absentmindedly, occasionally puffing out a breath in an attempt to fog up the glass, just before the foggy smear retreated again. Tetsuun remained in that state of aimlessly attempting to amuse himself before even attempting to collect his wits.


This wasn't a genjutsu. If Katsuro want to torture him, he was sure that he had other means of doing just that. This was just bizarre, unless Katsuro had been able to instinctively tell that the genin's current predicament would cause the state of panic he was trying so desperately to contain. So, then, he was really being dragged into a tournament of some kind. Somehow, he knew this, with only a shadow of a doubt present to cloud his mind. What good would glory do for him, though? He didn't have time for this, he needed to...


He needed to not think about that. Tetsuun was stuck here. What choice did he have?


The cubicle rocked gently as it arrived to what seemed to be its designated spot. He remained still for a moment, just to ensure that the glass room wouldn't decide to start jerking around again before attempting anything. When he decided he felt as sure as he ever would about finally reaching his destination, he cracked his eyes open. There was nothing but a sea of baby blue below. Tetsuun reclined his head back, the skin of his forehead peeling from off the glass and leaving a smear behind. As one final test, he reached behind him, fingers touching his neck where a knife had just recently made a small incision. There was no evidence left of any kind of marring of his skin there.


Turning back around, he still couldn't quite place the material of the building. Whatever it was, the cubicle had lined up with a door, and Tetsuun couldn't help but wonder the practicality of a door in the side of a building several stories up. Or a floating building in the first place... or a magic box that takes you there... He decided that logic lost all meaning here, though he did not truly believe that sentiment, at least as far as the architecture went.


He hesitated, moving his arm to fidget with the headband wrapped snugly around his other arm, tinkering with the metal plate between two pinched fingers. Finally, he came to peace with the fact that he had nothing to gain from just standing there. Tetsuun inhaled deeply, letting the air pump up his chest just before he deflated it with an equally long and powerful sigh. He moved forward to step through the door.


Tetsuun wasn't sure what he had been expecting from stepping through that door. Whatever it had been, however, did not match at all with the rag tag group of people that the room he had just entered composed of. Granted, the majority of them all looked relatively normal, but they were easily overshadowed by the more bizarre creatures. What jumped out to him was a pair of enormous dogs, mane ablaze and mouth crackling with fire. The pair padded behind a single figure, face obscured behind some ornate mask, characterized by the hook of a beak.


The way canines's fur crackled made it all the more difficult to take his eyes off of it. Finally, he managed to tear his gaze away, and instead more closely examine the room's occupants. Eyes bouncing from person to person, a feeling of unease formed all the more present in the pit of his stomach, forcing him to adopt an expression of apathy as he gazed on at what was presumably a part of his competition. His eyes landed curiously on one particular girl. She also seemed young, with a childish face and short cropped brown hair. She was surrounded by people, however. Strangers.


His attention was caught by someone exiting the area. A dark-haired youth, though evidently a lot older than himself. Tetsuun rocked forward on his heels. He wanted to follow the other boy. The longer he stood in this strange room with strange people, the more uneasy he grew. He didn't know where to go, however,but if this boy knew of some place less crowded...


He debated with himself on following after him. It wouldn't be difficult by any means, but in that moment, something else far more bizarre than anything he had ever seen caught his eye. There, sitting at a table... was a bug. Not just a bug, but a giant bug... and said bug was sitting in a completely civilized manner, feasting on some slab of meat. Whatever color that the boy had in his face drained in that instance. Distracted, he looked back to follow the shape of the retreating figure of that boy from earlier, but he presumably had already departed, as he was nowhere to be seen.


Tetsuun leaned back, if only to have his back his a wall once again. When he stole a glance behind him, he quickly dismissed it as him being jumpy, but a double-take alerted him that the door that was previously there was no longer. He furrowed his brow, frowning at the wall, before looking back. Unfortunately, all attempts to let his eyes wander again were impeded by frequent darts back to the enormous bug. Belatedly, he realized just about everyone in this room was larger than himself... even the ant. His vexation at that brought temporary relief to his previously building trepidation, leaving his to stare blankly over at the strange creature.


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@Penance (mentioned)
 
She chuckled at his joke, shaking her head slightly as she did. Cyrus flashes his smile afterwards, but Crocea is unfazed. She thinks about his last question for a bit. "Well, there's a lot to tell, so it might help if you narrowed down what information I should let out to you."
 
Freki growled out a warning, alerting Dues Irea of the tiny human that appeared. Turning, he appraised the kid, amused at the size. His gear seemed to be like one of the old gladiators Irea had faced. The person he remembered was fast, agile, but couldn't take a hit very well. He also like throwing knives. Looking closely at the kid, the gems that served as eye pieces gleamed with faint internal light.


@Pine
 
Dilan enhaled his last chunk of meat that he had in his poket for emergencies and now he was incredibly bored. "Ughh when do i get to crack some heads?!" He said to no one in particular. His eyes wandered the room searching for something to do. It seems everyone were either too busy or too afraid to talk to him. "Hmph they would let me die of boredom before i get to fight..." He said angrily. He then noticed some boy staring at him. Dilan raised his eyebrow curiously 'why's a kid here? Children cant do much...' He though as he squinted his eyes at the boy. "What?" He asked the boy "never seen a walking talking anthro ant before?" He said a little amused by what he said


 
@Pine
 
It was the low rumble of a deep throated growl that snapped him back to attention. Tetsuun's head swiveled almost jerkily back to where the flaming dogs were and the man that stood among him. In his life, the boy had heard of enormous summons that could crush a village by just walking through one if the people in it were unprepared. However, the only ones he had ever seen were normal, save for being trained for tracking, some for combat, and even fewer for talking. While the hounds did not fit his idea of the size for such fearsome beasts, he had never heard of any animal to look as they did. Dark fur, accentuated by an outline of brightly colored flames dancing over their husky build almost suggested they were born from magma. That was impossible, though.


The man accompanying them had turned in response, and Tetsuun's muscles tensed as his eyes fell right on him. The man's expression was difficult to read, but if he wasn't mistaken, or maybe he was just being paranoid, he caught a familiar amused glint in his eye, which soured the boy's expression. He easily towered at least two feet above the boy, and with the canines positioned imposingly, he was almost certain they could kill him just by sitting on him. Why are you staring at me? You're the weird one.


His mouth ran quicker than his brain. "What? Is there something on my face?" the boy snapped, the pitch of his tone raising slightly in his defense. "Fuck off." Tetsuun belatedly realized that was far from the most tactful selection of words that he could have chosen for this situation, but regardless, they were out there, and now he refused to break eye contact.


That is, until the oversized bug also seemed to take notice of him. Tetsuun's irritated expression twisted to something a little more uncertain, uncomfortable, but he resisted, and try not to reveal this too much beyond a quirk of his eyebrow. He turned his face such that he did not look straight at him, instead peering somewhat out of the corner of his eye. "No. That's weird," he responded, as though that should be obvious. What does anthro mean?
 
" Insolent words child. How did one of your age get here?" Irea asked. The helmet gave nothing of his facial expression, and made his strange accent stranger with the echoes it made. The armor glinted a strange color, flames seeming to run in its surface and cause a strange glow. While near invisible those who could see auras would see that he seemed to burn.


His hounds where another matter. They clearly burned to all. If you came within 5 feet of the beasts the room seemed to heat up, and one could feel their gaze. To get bitten was to know Helfire in its real form. When Dues Irea rode them fire swept across his body, but there where no marks due to the Talon of the Inferno.
 
Dilan glared at the boy annoyed "who're you calling weird shrimp??" He got up and walked over to them ignoring the fiery dogs since he was more focused on the kid "what's weird is how you'll look with my foot up your ass!!" He said showing his teeth
 
"Well, there's a lot to tell, so it might help if you narrowed down what information I should let out to you."


Cyrus' lips curled into a smile as he brought his hand up to his chin. "Hmmm, what should I ask you then? There's just so many questions I have." He looked the exotically dressed girl over once again, this time with much more grand motions than before as he stood up from the couch and circled like a fashion critic. "Maybe I should ask about that trick with the sword? Or where you came from, your past? Or maybe I should delve into the more important questions, like what cup size you are rockin'? All equally interesting indeed." Stopping in place, he looked for a few moments before chuckling to himself and stuffing his thumbs into his pockets.


"Ah, I don't care what you tell me!" He exclaimed, "Just whatever you feel comfortable talkin' about! We can get to the rest when we're more intimate." That was one of the things about Cyrus; he didn't care much for the details. All he needed was the basics and he'd be quite happy with everything. Heck, that should have been obvious given the current situation. There he was, in some strange world that he'd decided to dub as someone else's illusion, but even then that left a lot of questions. Did he care? Hell no! as far as he was concerned, things would answer themselves eventually, and all he had to do was be along for the ride. Not only was this girl a little different from the people he knew from his world, but he began to notice even stranger residents. Still, he could deal with everything some other time.


@TheGoldenGear
 
Tetsuun eased his weight off of the wall behind him. Previously, he had pressed himself as close as he could, arms drawn up against his sides and shoulders pushed forward, all in an attempt to make himself look all the smaller, unnoticeable. Evidently, this didn't help, as bird guy had to start staring at him and then bug guy had to start shooting off his mouth. The period fearful flutter in his chest was slowing now to a steadier, angrier beat. What, did bird guy think he was better than him, just because he had some neat pets and must be some sort of rotting old guy? Tetsuun stood up now at his full, unimpressive height, narrowing his eyes over at bird guy. Whatever it was that brought together it was that together this room of weirdos, he belonged here just as much. Wait, no, that's not what I meant...


He didn't have a chance to respond much before bug guy started to make some even more provocative statements and approached him, which was threatening enough on its own to demand his full attention. Tetsuun's fingers curled into fists at his side. He hated bugs on a day-to-day basis, but now that he was being thrown into some sort of foreign, he didn't need to be dealing with condescending remarks from an over-sized ant. They think they're better than me, he officially confirmed in his mind, that fact only serving to further fuel his rage.


Whatever this thing was that was now coming up to him, threatening him, looked completely unreal to him. A furry head, a glassy eye, and an abdomen that stuck out a good foot behind him all contributed to an image that he could never, and for that matter, would never want to dream up. Tetsuun was not going to just let them walk all over him. The genin craned his head up, meeting bug guy's eye with a glare of his own, his fury overpowering the nervous intimidation he had felt earlier which, with fangs flashing before him glistening with potent venom, he really should be feeling at that moment. Instead, he looked critically down at bug guy's trousers then back up at him. "Do you even have feet?"


@Firelava @Penance
 
Dilan gritted his teeth a bit and pulled up his leather pants legs a little bit showing his dark red feet. But they aren't really feet. It's like a claw with two front claws and one back one on his heel "yeah and they're made for crushing skulls!" He said proudly
 
Tetsuun's anger left his face as bug guy crabbily rolled up his pants. His clenched fists began to relax as lowered his gaze back down to the ant's hooked feet. The boy didn't know what to call them, but they certainly weren't his idea of feet, and just having bug guy showcase that for him was enough to give him a feeling of smug satisfaction. He had to hold back a laugh when bug guy made such a bold statement. It seemed like such a ridiculous thing for him to say, as the idea of bug guy trying to kill him in this strange building, surrounded by all these even stranger humanoids at that moment just struck him as humorous.


Whoever this guy was, he was hot-blooded and exactly the kind of person he liked to mess with. Likened to the large but dim stereotype, Tetsuun was certain that, if he had to face him in one of these challenges, he wouldn't be a problem at all. He allowed himself a satirical smile. "Your mother must be proud."


@Penance
 
She thought about his questions, and decided she would answer each one. "I can attribute my 'sword trick' to the fact that I'm basically a human version of an Aegislash, which is a Pokemon if you didn't know. About my past... Well, I'd rather you not know for now, and lastly, c."





@cojemo
 
Dilan growled as he stared at the kid "yeah, she's proud of all ten thousand of her children.....except me since i left" he said and laughed at the memory of annihilating alot of the colony on his way out with a large amount of their food and money. "What about you small fry?" He said with his arm crossed as he looked down on the child "got any 'respecting' people?" He didnt really care but he was very bored
 
"I can attribute my 'sword trick' to the fact that I'm basically a human version of an Aegislash, which is a Pokemon if you didn't know. About my past... Well, I'd rather you not know for now, and lastly, c."


A small laugh was emitted from Cyrus at the casualness of her answer to the last question. "That's the spirit! I knew there was a reason other than your looks as to why I liked you!" For some reason, people would often get offended when he'd ask about their cup size, often earning him a bright red spot the size of a hand right on his cheek. Yeah, stupid really. This girl, however, answered him as if it was just an everyday question, which he found to be an admirable trait. Don't give a crap about stupid little things such as that and act normal. Sure she avoided answering about her past, but whatever. He'd probably do the same as well. Besides, her casualness was still much appreciated. It was one of those traits that, while simple sounding, was much rarer than the boy liked. Of course, those who did possess it Cyrus tended to get along with quite well.


But wait a minute... the blond suddenly thought back onto the answer to his first question, as if he had heard those words somewhere before. "Pokemon? You mean the video game?" Cyrus scratched his head, thoroughly confused by this development. So this girl, who seemed relatively normal, was some cross breed between a human and some fictional animal? He'd never played the games himself, so he didn't know much about what an Aegislash was, but that wasn't exactly needed. How was that even possible? Was she from some alternate universe where people were just mixed, or did they have to do the deed? Would that even work?


Wait, I almost forgot! Cyrus banged on his head as he realized what should have been obvious to him from the start. With his theory of someone messing with his head, combined with the fact that he had never played the game this girl was apparently from in some weird way, that had to mean these weren't his own memories. Confirming his previous theory was progress at least, and he now knew that when he got back to the real world that he should look for someone who played Pokemon. "Forget I mentioned anything there." Cyrus waved his hand dismissively as he decided the comment about the game was unimportant. "The information provided has only made me like you that much more. Especially that last tidbit." He smirked as he ran a thumb across his teeth. You know, like in all those cheesy romance movies where the guy is trying to look cool. "So, anything else here you'd like to discuss?"





@TheGoldenGear
 
Dues Irea walked over, the hounds behind him. At 5 foot tall at the shoulder both dogs where loomingly big, and one glared at each of the others. " You know, there is a practice room we could go to i found earlier. We could test eachother there if the blood really boils in you." Irea said. His bare chest showed dozens of scars from swords, Spears, arrows and even magic.


His tabard may seem like a skirt, but armored legs hid underneath. It was slit in a series of places to allow a full range of motion and obscured his body. His helmet was all enclosing, the inherent magic in it allowing it to seal itself. The painful bit was sharp clamps in the design that hooked it to him, securing it, but causing him to bleed upon its removal


@Pine
 
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