[sneakyonfoota]

Originally Posted by Slim

"Hello. I request entry into the tournament that is to be held in the near future." A cloaked man whispers as he walks up to the Tournament's receptionist (OOC: I don't know if there is a receptionist, I'm just assuming as such, if you could point me in the right direction regarding this, sneakyonfoota, that would be greatly appreciated).
"My name is Drake Atakoh, and I anxiously await the first round."

At that he turned and left, saying no more. A brief encounter, but what needed to be said was said, and the man continued on his way.

"That one was scary, wasn't he?" whispered a girl to a boy to her left.

They were both seated at a folding table that served as a reception desk at the entrance to the East Wing on the ground floor. Dressed in a school uniform made up of a brown, pleated skirt and a matching middy style blouse, the girl reached into a foil bag of potato crisps in front of her. The boy, noticeably younger, had a sheet of vellum paper in front of him with a list of eight names inscribed upon it skillfully rendered in calligraphy. He wore a uniform of the same shade, however his was made up of a brown jacket over a white shirt and a pair of short trousers that ended uncomfortably mid-thigh.

The boy with the sheet gulped and nodded in response. His lips stretched down into a wide line and the fingers wrapped around his fountain pen quivered in the air before setting the nib down next to Drake Atakoh's name on the paper and slowly dragged a check mark.

"Jeeze, lighten up, why don't you?" said the girl, licking the oil from her crisps off her fingertips.

"I think I'd feel better if I had a snack," the boy said weakly.

The girl peered into her bag of crisps and frowned: empty. She then crinkled it up into a ball and tossed it into a rubbish bin a few feet across and to the right of the table. She wiped her hand on the front of her shirt absentmindedly.

"Come to think of it, I think I could go for a little something, too." The girl rose. "Okay. I'm going to the mess hall to see what I can scrounge up. Just sit tight, okay?"

The girl winked and then took a step toward the quad.

"Uh... Y-yeah," the boy replied. A thought then occurred to him. "Hey, Kalinka!" the boy called out to her, but she had already sprinted off further than his voice could carry.

I was hoping I could go instead, the boy lamented internally. He looked about him, darting his eyes from person to person, not letting his glances linger to give the impression he was staring. All of these warriors--contestants in the Master's tournament hosted there at the school--made him feel more than a little uncomfortable.

Vivid scenarios played out in his head. After carelessly saying something offensive, one man showered his face with needles. In another vision, he is run through with a broadsword. His most ghastly imagining had him being skinned alive and turned into hat and handbag. Beads of sweat ran down his temples. His breathing became short.

Hurry up, Kalinka, the boy pleaded in his head. Don't leave me alone with them!

[bluechain33]

" Hi " Shino said to the seemingly worried school boy sitting in front of him. " My name's Shino Eleno,and I would like to enter the tournament " He said with a big smile. " Um why you sweating so much " He asked again with a puzzled look on his face.Shino leaned over the table and the light from the lights shone off of his 4 foot long sword.

[Chase]

"It's obvious that you're scaring him," someone spoke behind Shino.

Both the boy and Shino looked behind them and saw a blue haired boy who was about 13 of his size.Laharl makes his entrance with his shirtless body while wearing only shorts and his blood red scarf along with a pair shoes.He sat down on the chair next to Shino.The boy in front both of them was covered with sweat and fear.

"I am Ovelord Laharl and I request entry into the tournament you'll be holding,"Laharl spoke with a harsh tone but a normal tone to where he came from.The scared boy only nods as he was frightened by those two.Laharl stood up from his seat and walks away to the restroom.But those two were still confused.Where did Laharl kept his weapon ?

"Etna and Flonne better sure to be ready a feast when I come back,"Laharl thought in his mind while making his way to the rest room.

[sneakyonfoota]

Since I don't intend on providing an OOC for this thread, I'll make all of my comments in-post.

Kawaii Chaser: Since Shino and the boy are on opposite sides of the table, they can't both look behind them and see the same thing. Neither is it really your place to say that either of us looked.

I never said there was a chair there, but I also assumed that nobody would put one there. I'll let that slide.

In fact, all of the reactions you have the boy and Shino make are something you will not be able to do in the tournament. It may make the advance of your post easier having to dictate the reactions of your fellow posters like that, but it is also a form of Godmodding, and thus unacceptable.

For continuity's sake I'll play off of your post despite that error.

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The boy's mouth curled at one side into an uneasy (and rather forced) smile. It was his job not to leave any poor impressions upon the contestants, for they were considered to be the Master's guests.

But I didn't even really want to do this, he thought. It was all Renée's doing.

Staring forward and through Shino, glossy-eyed like a mannequin, he hastily checked two more names off on the list with his pen. Just then, Kalinka came strutting back in from the quad with a paper plate loaded with baked goods and treats sitting on her left hand and a fudge brownie pinched between her thumb and forefinger in her right. The boy did not see her at all, perceiving her as a brown blurr with straw-coloured hair in his peripheral vision.

"I'm back," said Kalinka, setting the plate down on the table and taking her place in the empty chair next to the boy. She pushed the plate towards him. "Here, I got you a cupcake."

"Th... Thanks," murmured the boy.

Kalinka regarded the list as she chewed on a bite of her brownie. Cocoa-coloured crumbs rained down onto the table.

"Oh, what's this? Two new names, huh? Nice," she said. Then, looking up at Shino, she smiled. "Hi. Don't mind him. He probably thinks you bite or something." Then she remembered the plate of treats. "Oh, um... if you want something, please help yourself. There should be a table set up with refreshments soon."

[Itachi Uchiha]

Slowly the man stepped into the lobby. Its clean appearance and spotless floors disgusted him, it was all to nice for him. He tightened the robes covering his face as he went upto the two children at the desk. In a cool and calm voice he said to them.

"I'm here for the tournament, when does the fighting start?"

Turning his attention away from them he saw the plate of treats covered in sugar and what other teeth rotting substances they had on them. He reached out and quickly ate a cupcake, its sweet taste satifying his hunger for now. He looked round the room some more paying no attention to whether the children had answered him or not. It looked as if the owner was a wealthy person as the room seemed to be kept in perfect condition. He then saw RJ and the sword on the table. He smirked to himself from the pathetic length of his sword as if he wouldn't be a threat to him at all.

He finally turned back towards the children and hoped that the battles would start soon.

[sneakyonfoota]

I don't wish to advance the timeline any further than necessary, so this is short post that will hopefully bridge the last one and what I trust will be bluechain33's reply.

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"Well, that was nice," said Kalinka, with regard to the robed man. Then, to the boy, "Did you catch a name?"

The boy shook his head.

Kalinka shrugged. "Oh well."

[bluechain33]

(OOC:Just a thought but Im using shino zeke.)

[Slim Perfect]

Drake peeks out from beneath his hood towards the registration table. The young girl had returned with treats, the young boy was stressed out of his mind, and the other contestants were simply welling up at the nearest side of the table, evidently making things even more hectic for the boy.

"That last one didn't even give a name. Heheheh...," he mumbles to himself. "this one's in the bag."

Drake rises from his seat in the corner of the room. No one had seen or heard him re-enter, and he had been there for a good 15 minutes.

His chains make a light clinking noise as they collide in the air while he makes his way towards the assembly of people. He pushes his way through the group until he was face to face with the boy.

"What can I do here?" He says softly while his forked tongue flicks out in a somewhat disturbing manner. "What is there to do? I'm sure we have a sizeable enough wait until our first outing."

He turned his head towards the tray of treats, reached a gloved hand out, and picked up a nanaimo bar. He slipped it between his scaled lips and it disappeared down his throat, as if he had inhaled it, rather than eating it. He turned back toawrds the boy.

"Well?

[Darkwolf]

"hey, sorry I'm late, so I'm here for the tournament, my name's Lance, so, anyone going to introduce themselves?" Lance said as he sort of bounded in the door. he saw the snacks and picked one up, eating it as a normal human would. "maybe I shouldn't make friends with you guys, after all, we gotta fight soon"

[sneakyonfoota]

My last post in this thread for the time being. To be continued in Role-Play Battling.

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Help me! the boy squeeked inwardly.

"L... Lance," said the boy, scrawling a squiggly check mark next to the contestant's name.

Just then the room echoed with the sound of cackling laughter, all originating from a single petite girl, younger than Kalinka but perhaps a bit older than the boy. She stood in the middle of the entryway leading out to the quad. She wore a yellow dress all of frills and lace, her flowing golden locks were held back by a lace headdress that sat upon the top of her head. Her mouth was concealed behind a paper fan.

She folded the fan with a snap of her fingers and grinned at the table. "Oh, be still my beating heart, Toby." She strode elegantly toward the crowd of people. "Never send a boy to do a man's job!"

She cackled again.

"Hello, Renée," said the boy--now identified as "Toby"--sullenly.

"D'Alsace," said Kalinka, regarding the girl--stated and noticeably lacking in emotion. "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking in," said Renée D'Alsace. "Nebula's orders." She smirked and winked. Then, regarding Shino, the nameless man, Drake and lance in turn, she cackled. "How amusing!"

As Kalinka was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of something between the shoulders of two of the contestants at the entrance to the quad. She stifled her comment and rose to stand up straight with her hands folded in front of her. Seeing this, Toby hastily rose and did the same, causing Renée to turn, look and so retreat to the side of the table in silence. Her lips were pressed together tightly and the expression she wore was one of anxiety.

What the three students saw was the approach of one of the school's distinguished instructors--an apprentice to the Master, though one who had remained at the Academy for many years, as evidenced by his grey hair and neatly trimmed beard. Beneath the brown woolen cloak that hung from his shoulders he wore a simple tunic and leather trousers with polished knee-high boots. In his pale blue eyes was a thrashing fierceness beneath an azure sea. With these eyes he regarded the contestants.

"The hour approaches," the elderly man intoned. "If the contestants would please follow me for the first round's briefing."