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Making his way through the busy streets and onto one of the many airships taking people to the arena Poe got on to one and made his way to the front of it making small talk to one of the pilots. Asking if they would have any time to make it to watch the proceedings of the tournament. While eating his cookies. The co-pilot laughed at it. “Not with how this crowd is coming in maybe if we're lucky? Why are you going to be in it if so don't let us down?” Poe takes a break from eating to respond to the guy. “Well, I am going to but mostly as a favor to someone who asked me to help them out with some testing. “ Holding up the briefcase.”Don't worry about there are with us.” As the ship lands letting everyone off the pilot says “I know that we have to let you down but don't do it is for those who aren't in the ring“.Poe was kind of confused by that but waved goodbye to them as they left to pick up more people.


After waiting in line to Poe finished signing up for the tournament. Afterward he made his way to the waiting room where the other contestants were waiting taking quick look around he went over and took a seat on one of the free benches. Poe placed the briefcase on his lap and went back to eating his cookies he began to size up the competition. He let out a sigh in relief that there looked like there was some good looking opponents to go up against. Then he suddenly realize something while in the middle of eating the last of his cookies and he started choking because of it. Hitting his chest aa couple of times. He runs over to a table of beverages taking one with water in and starts drinking from it. Once his throat was clear he Start heading back towards his seat and picked up his briefcase laughing at the joke he realize the pilot told.” That was a good one. I wanna at least try to make sure I don’t get took out early “. Coughing a bit more thinking he might need some more water before the thought of it will probably be fine goes through his head.

 

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As the airship landed, The young girl left it as quietly as she had boarded it. Her footsteps light against the floor as she strode into the Collosieum, as she noticed many others entering the competition, the faunus-in-hiding studied them before running her fingers along her hairclip before she shook her head as an administrator asked her if she was entering the festival. Her answer was short and sweet. She would not be taking part of the festival. She declined before moving elegantly through the crowds towards the bleachers and seats which overlooked the arena. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. Besides, maybe she better dye her hair another color in order to hide herself better?

Her nose tingled from the run-in she had with the dratted pole earlier, and elegant fingers brushed it before she turned piercing orbs to the arena. Sitting back in order to allow herself to relax. She would be safe for a bit yet. As long as she didn't allow herself to get dragged into any drama, she would remain safe. Being a huntress was her lifelong dream, and she had achieved it. She had even taught others about being huntresses and hunters. Now she dreaded what she was. She dreaded the outcome of being found out and the truth. She had noticed all sorts of contestants entering the festival - but without her aura... she wasn't a great fighter, and she preferred healing anyways. She wasn't one for unnecessary violence. Which was exactly what this goddess/maiden-forsaken festival was all about.

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Azul Berus
Still playing the visible presence Azul scanned the crowds intently but rather than searching carefully for possible threats she was observing the clothing of the more extravagantly dressed local passer-by. When she clocked off she was definitely going to go looking for some Mistral fashion maybe after seeing about another advance on a paycheck, maybe one of those yukata things would work, they were being worn by both the men and women and everyone in between so if she could find the right one with a couple of those different belt things she'd be set...or more likely she'd end up with an armload for whenever she felt like facing the world as a he or a she or a they.

Hearing a voice calling something close to her name she stood on her tail popping her head above the crowd like a meerkat until she picked out a similarly pale blue haired girl approaching. "Hey there Sophie! Thanks for the relief." She replied with a slight tease about her flubbed name. "Hmm I might just join in, could be a bit of fun." Even with the imposed handicaps to supposedly level the field she'd still be able to wipe the floor with random civvies, though Azul supposed she probably shouldn't beat them up too badly if it was publicity they were going for. "Ooh maybe drop me a message when you get off too, then we can go hit the town!" It would certainly be more fun than going it alone. "Anyway, laters!"

Sauntering off she was put off by the queue at the sign in desk for the moment, instead she headed for a patch of seating reserved for active members or veterans of the Atlesian military, on the way she even managed to find a stall selling the steamed buns the lost boy had mentioned and picked up a couple filled with pork. Grabbing a spot she savoured her food thinking she might try to slip into one of the later brackets of the tournament, if she could be bothered.

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[Dmitri Tolenka]

By the time the parade was officially over, Hannah actually sang the words of the songs. Not loudly, but still. No one laughed at them, instead they mostly cheered? With a deep sigh, she fell back down into her tank. Thunder shifted to idle, rolling to a halt in front of their inn. Some place with enough room for the horses, and they’d got permission to park Thunder and the other vehicles there too. Mostly trucks with prized merchandise, fine wines and such. Enough riches to have a full guard rotation between three clans.

“Ready for the next event Schatz?” her mother’s voice drifted into her ears. Hannah groaned out a “Jawohl.”

“Hannah, if you feel the need to take it easy…” Mutti started, and Hannah’s eyes shot open.

“It’s fine! I’m fine, I just needed a moment.” she said quickly as she straightened herself out. “Where was that airship?”

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Hannah swore about half the damn Hochländer parade showed up for the tournament. A riot of colours and flexing muscle dominated one section of the Amity Colosseum lobby. Out in the crowds, she could pick out more than a few small flags with clan crests on them. That would be were… Oh gods, by her estimate that meant the entire Hochländer expedition short of the unlucky caravan guards was spectating or participating. White as a sheet she drew back trying to look for a corner. Instead she found a hand clasped around her shoulder. She spied to the side only to find the grinning face of Daraan Nebelsturm.

“Hannah! About time you entered a Circle of Equals! I shall spare you the indignity of a quick defeat.” the young man with flaming red hair and matching armour boasted. His grin turned nasty. “I shall permit you to submit after five minutes.”

Hannah drew her peaked cap over her eyes so she could look at the floor in peace, a frozen smile on her face.

“See.” she started, throat dry. “If you last that long.”

He threw his head back and laughed.

“So the poodle has some bark. Let us see what your bite is like.” he said.

“It has teeth.” Hannah flapped out. It just made Daraan laugh harder. Flushed, she moved on. She cast a quick gaze around the room. Several people pinged her danger radar and she stepped up to the closest one, driven in part by embarrassment and in part by the desire to talk to someone, anyone else right now. Really she wanted to go hide in a comfortable nook, but just to avoid further contact this would be her next best bet.

“Uhm, sir?” she asked. “You look like you have experience. Could you tell me what the last few tournaments were like? Any common fighting styles that work well without aura to look out for?” she just about managed to force out with only the occasional high pitched squeal. Her voice didn’t really want to work properly. The massive antlered man scared her a little, but on the flip side, that meant he must have good experience with this whole tournament right? He had this wild primal air about him. It could very well be the antlers.

 

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ITEL LAZULI
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Itel sighed as he wrote his name down on the sign up sheet, before walking into the waiting room where he was greeted by a room full of various characters. “Don’t think I’ve seen this many hunters in one place since my academy days” he grumbled to himself with a small chuckle before walking over to an open seat and began to check his weapon. “Fighting for entertainment” he scoffed before flipping open Night Hunter and checking the blades. With a sigh he began to scan the room and sorted out who he thought would be actual competition. Most of them seemed like ordinary citizens but he could sort out the hunters and huntresses trying to blend in amongst the crowd. These sights made him sick to his stomach, a dozen Faunus trying to hide their animal attributes, hunters covering their insignias and hiding their weapons, and the normal civilians looking down on the rest of them and all the while if these groups banded together they could solve so many problems.

From the room, he could hear the announcer speaking along the roar of the crowd and something inside him began to stir which caused him to shift in his seat uncomfortably. He couldn’t tell whether is was excitement, fear, or the nevermore beginning to wake again inside him but nevertheless he looked physically distraught. “I got a bad feeling about this” he spoke aloud by accident before plucking the string on his bow.

 

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Checking his wrist suppression tools for the final time making sure for the upmost time that yes they are still load, Ace finally got up from his now comfy seat to begin and commit to his job as once more the camera drone passed by again, a reminder of his job and contract to get friendly with these folks here despite the back end feeling of disgust towards them and their unimpressive stock so far with only a few appearing worthy of his time investment, shaking his head and aligning his head even as Ace reached into a fellow participant's unlocked locker and slipped two cold cans of probable beer into his hands using his semblance to mask his presence.

Ace eyed the array of people taking part in this festival taking note that there were now citizen's taking part thanks to the new rules welcoming them to take part, a delightful inclusive evolution showing in his eyes how society has changed from it's dependency from hunters than again not like they stood a chance, what hopes does a carpenter have against a huntsman even without aura or semblances, when inevitably a huntsman or huntsman trainee wins this festival they'll regain some more goodwill out of a selfish need to prove that their life isn't a waste of time under the excuse of being a hero or something like that.

Once again Ace shook his head and straightened his tie, venting some of his frustrations out was not a good application of the friendship maneuver he's been practicing inside of his head as he grinned a unseen smile underneath the cold metal exterior of his helmet his eyes skipping past the weak looking blonde child (a loss-loss situation there) and focused on three Individuals of interest a smart looking guy with robot arm, who ruined this impression of him in a instant by losing to food along with the fact his arm was obvious Atlas tech meaning he was probably on the system already. So turning towards the two targets sitting on a the same bench, one hobo look-alike to his guesses a fox Faunus, the other a old man with a obvious hunter tech sword and armor, easy elk Faunus also easy target.

So Ace committed towards his goal deactivating his semblance muffling his movement as he snaked his hand behind the old man's head and laid across the nape of his neck the cold can of beer for a instant as his voice transmitted itself with a static detailing it, a fault not quite ironed out " Sup old timer, nice pieces of kit you got there, mind sharing a chat? " in a chipper and friendly manner towards him.

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Vytal Tournament Contestant: Yzabella Hawthorne

Location: Amity Colosseum, Waiting area
Interactions: Nothingness (Direct interaction with Xander Seong)​

Several more waves of voices flood into the waiting area. Later entry contestants who have arrived to sign up. Swallowing the nervousness choking her throat. Seems like this will be harder than what she already anticipated. Each arriving contestant is nearly unpredictable in their own way, with weapons of different shapes and sizes equipped alongside them. She couldn't even look at the newly arriving contestants. Solely focusing on the nearby mounted TV screen on the wall so as to not focus on the waiting area.

Silently hoping it would start soon as her mind is flooded with vague memories of what the Vytal festivals were. The time when her own big brother too had participated in this grandiose event. Remembering when she could tune into her brother's blazing glory fights and watch him and his team achieve great teamwork in front of thousands and thousands of other students from different schools, attend ground fairs to meet her through a call, and watch him display his great sportsmanship. The Vytal Festival is different now. Teams have been abolished in favor of a free for all brawl, Rules were changed to rounds extending and the winning goal is to survive and fight until one is left, taking away the main emphasis of the event that was only exclusive to the controversial Huntsmen and Huntresses. Civilians have now blended into the waiting halls towards the Arena. The only requirement is that you have a weapon. The state of the Vytal festival now had a heavy heart on Yzebella, looking back to the boxed weapon in hand. The sacredness of the Festival has been changed from kingdom pride to a Lien prize pool competition. Who is she to judge when she too not only wants the grand prize but needs it greatly so.

Without the Huntsman and Huntresses. Circumstances have been altered. Many contestants as seen before have unique weapons and armor. No opponent may be the same. Remembering a fact from her brother that the measurement of health was Aura pool consistency, Semblances and Aura are highly prohibited as it would not only grant the participant great shame from the watchers but disqualification from the tournament as well. Against Humans and Faunus of all different shapes and sizes. The entry bar was set low as she could not identify who is a Huntsman/Huntress or just a normal everyday citizen for the uniqueness of each participant. The only thing Yzebella concludes is that the measurement and major factor for winning... Is skill.

The busy presentation of the TV program quickly transitions to a more familiar location within the colosseum took her off guard. It was the waiting area. The broadcast was now doing a forward run-through of showing the contestants. Not missing a single face ready to fight. Taking her attention off the TV screen she turns her head over her shoulder. Her silky blonde short hair makes a satisfying hair flip that can rival that of a professionally made shampoo commercial hair flip. Greeted by an Atlesian drone, filming back to her exhausted round face and near lifeless crimson eyes. Showing off oneself with ease is a talent that Yzebella does not have.

A simple nod towards the camera is all she did in her few seconds of screen time. The drone camera slowly backs away from her face closeup to show the girl's equipment. Held with both hands in front of her blue rag-looking dress. She carries a green and red colored metal box similar to the shape of a chainsaw given the handle design. The drone moved on to other contestants with more interesting weaponry, as she might have missed a cue to show her weapon to the viewers. A breath of relief escaped her small lips. Now with her attention off-screen, she finally took notice of the abundance of later participants now flooding the waiting area. The return of anxiety has come again. Despite the determination in her eyes the rest of her body tells a different emotion. She gulped and marched quietly towards the newcomers, specifically a Faunus with a trait of snow leopard ears. His hair was white as the snow itself. If her intuition serves her well. This might have been a legitimate huntsman from the past.

"H-- Hello... Are you a Hu-- I mean, uhm. *Ahem* Are you going to be in the Vytal tournament for these rounds too?" The girl's nervousness stunts her words like a communication device jammed from a signal. An obvious and outright foolish question but she falsely believes that these new arrivals may not be on the same battlefield as her. The girl looks around frantically, making little eye contact with the Snow Leopard Faunus, her thumbs twiddling in the handle of her weapon. The positive cheering and hype from outside of the coliseum were still present in earshot and it was obviously subtly irritating the girl.

 

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After giving the waiting/locker room a few looks over as he walked and rounded each corner just to get a feel for who his upcoming opponents would be, many of the competition appeared to be ordinary citizens just by the look of their gear and obvious lack of training by the sight of how some wielded their weapons in ways that any academy teacher would normally scold a student for. Yet, there were also other competitors that had the look of experience and some of those who dressed far too well prepared for what was about to come, the thought came into his head whether these people were actually normally civilians or something more. Of course, if they were more than what they looked, it wasn't like Xander could just walk up to them and straight out ask them considering if they answered with an approval, then it could make the entire room or possibly the entire festival go against them. So, instead of saying anything, Xander approached the exit to the arena stage just to stand at the doorway while looking out down the corridor that eight competitors would soon walk down to begin the first match.

While standing at the doorway and a waiting for the call of the first round of contestants to enter the arena, Xander was soon caught off guard by a feminine voice speaking up near him. Quickly turning his attention over and down only to find a young blonde female questioning him about whether he was going to join the tournament. Curious as to the question since the answer should've been obvious enough since he was there in the waiting room with the other contestants, it did not take a genius to figure out that the young human female was nervous. Her attempts of avoid eye contact only proved this further as he let a chuckle leave his lips soon enough. Pulling the hood of his ragged cloak a little further over his head, Xander soon reached out a single hand to pat the top of the young girl's head. "Aren't you a little young to be participating in such an event little girl? You know, people are going to get hurt here...and you could get hurt too if you're not careful. Why not go home? Enjoy the festivities or go upstairs and watch the tournament?" As he questioned her, it wasn't long before he noticed the strange box shaped item she held in her hand that had him curious. If she was going to join the tournament either way, what was a little box like that going to do against all these other contestants and their overly large weapons, unless she was--no way.

"Here, what if my little pet here goes with you to find a spot up in the stands? Would that be alright with you?" Motioning over to his snow leopard companion beside him, the cub stared up at the human girl while it tilted its head from one side to the next as though it were inspecting her.

Moments passed while the hype man on the stage of the arena continued to rile the crowd up for the upcoming tournament, soon enough he had been informed in his earpiece that the roster was for the tournament was setup for the first round. After hearing this, the man was quick to change up what he had been shouting to the crowd to hype them up by informing them that the first match was about to begin. Extending a single arm directly up into the air at the large screen that would show the vitals for each of the competitors during the round, he pointed and stated that these would be the first contestants for the first round.

Raj Maija	Amra Chro	Zaff Dodger	Mary Sill
Sazf Lilo	Jay Vajo	Xander Seong	Hans Banan

Hearing his name being one of the eight competitors for the first round, Xander exhaled a low sigh as he shook his head at the fact that he was being called already. He was fully expecting to be one of the next rounds but so much for that. Shaking his head, he unclipped the single button on his cloak that was around his neck that was holding it together. Revealing underneath, his attire now fully revealed as he held his hidden sheathed to his side closely. His cloak now being held in the maw of his snow leopard companion as it watched Xander cloesly the entire time.
Meanwhile, after removing his cloak the other contestants made their way passed Xander, one of which was an overly muscular male that clearly had the look of a blacksmith of sorts even bumping Xander to the side purposefully to antagonize the male. "Hmph. Get out of the way you rat. Leave this to the real warriors. Humans...and get that trash out of here, its stinking up the place!" As the musclehead continued to antagonize Xander, him just calling his pet a piece of trash nearly had the male drop the larger man to the floor on the spot.

Keeping his composure however, Xander took in a deep breath before exhaling a long deep sigh before returning his attention to the blonde female. "Can you...watch my little friend here for a bit? I'll be back soon, I promise." And with that, he followed after the rest of his competitors to enter the arena.

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After giving the waiting/locker room a few looks over as he walked and rounded each corner just to get a feel for who his upcoming opponents would be, many of the competition appeared to be ordinary citizens just by the look of their gear and obvious lack of training by the sight of how some wielded their weapons in ways that any academy teacher would normally scold a student for. Yet, there were also other competitors that had the look of experience and some of those who dressed far too well prepared for what was about to come, the thought came into his head whether these people were actually normally civilians or something more. Of course, if they were more than what they looked, it wasn't like Xander could just walk up to them and straight out ask them considering if they answered with an approval, then it could make the entire room or possibly the entire festival go against them. So, instead of saying anything, Xander approached the exit to the arena stage just to stand at the doorway while looking out down the corridor that eight competitors would soon walk down to begin the first match.

While standing at the doorway and a waiting for the call of the first round of contestants to enter the arena, Xander was soon caught off guard by a feminine voice speaking up near him. Quickly turning his attention over and down only to find a young blonde female questioning him about whether he was going to join the tournament. Curious as to the question since the answer should've been obvious enough since he was there in the waiting room with the other contestants, it did not take a genius to figure out that the young human female was nervous. Her attempts of avoid eye contact only proved this further as he let a chuckle leave his lips soon enough. Pulling the hood of his ragged cloak a little further over his head, Xander soon reached out a single hand to pat the top of the young girl's head. "Aren't you a little young to be participating in such an event little girl? You know, people are going to get hurt here...and you could get hurt too if you're not careful. Why not go home? Enjoy the festivities or go upstairs and watch the tournament?" As he questioned her, it wasn't long before he noticed the strange box shaped item she held in her hand that had him curious. If she was going to join the tournament either way, what was a little box like that going to do against all these other contestants and their overly large weapons, unless she was--no way.

"Here, what if my little pet here goes with you to find a spot up in the stands? Would that be alright with you?" Motioning over to his snow leopard companion beside him, the cub stared up at the human girl while it tilted its head from one side to the next as though it were inspecting her.

Moments passed while the hype man on the stage of the arena continued to rile the crowd up for the upcoming tournament, soon enough he had been informed in his earpiece that the roster was for the tournament was setup for the first round. After hearing this, the man was quick to change up what he had been shouting to the crowd to hype them up by informing them that the first match was about to begin. Extending a single arm directly up into the air at the large screen that would show the vitals for each of the competitors during the round, he pointed and stated that these would be the first contestants for the first round.

Raj Maija	Amra Chro	Zaff Dodger	Mary Sill
Sazf Lilo	Jay Vajo	Xander Seong	Hans Banan

Hearing his name being one of the eight competitors for the first round, Xander exhaled a low sigh as he shook his head at the fact that he was being called already. He was fully expecting to be one of the next rounds but so much for that. Shaking his head, he unclipped the single button on his cloak that was around his neck that was holding it together. Revealing underneath, his attire now fully revealed as he held his hidden sheathed to his side closely. His cloak now being held in the maw of his snow leopard companion as it watched Xander cloesly the entire time.
Meanwhile, after removing his cloak the other contestants made their way passed Xander, one of which was an overly muscular male that clearly had the look of a blacksmith of sorts even bumping Xander to the side purposefully to antagonize the male. "Hmph. Get out of the way you rat. Leave this to the real warriors. Humans...and get that trash out of here, its stinking up the place!" As the musclehead continued to antagonize Xander, him just calling his pet a piece of trash nearly had the male drop the larger man to the floor on the spot.

Keeping his composure however, Xander took in a deep breath before exhaling a long deep sigh before returning his attention to the blonde female. "Can you...watch my little friend here for a bit? I'll be back soon, I promise." And with that, he followed after the rest of his competitors to enter the arena.
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Turic Yusif

Turic, still sat in his bench seat had reeled back from his previous annoyance and displeasure from hiss neighboring couple, with the two decidedly much more quieter and in the flow of the crowd, the cheers and chants all much more in line now, allotting Turic some kind of peace again. Of course, just as soon as he had gained his momentary tranquility, it was ripped away with the entrance of the contestants of the competition to come. Cheers grew wilder and more ecstatic for the people they harbored their hopes of victory for. The sudden change in the crowd shocked Turic into the moment, him slowly standing to see and observe those now within the arena, not clapping or cheering, just a dead stare of observation and thought. He looked to all the contestants, many characters ranging from fit young men to old men, frailer then tempered fine china. The variation surprised Turic most of all, with him expecting not much of most of the group of people, some he even expected to die from exhaustion in the battle. It did not make Turic sad, if anything, it made him wish he joined the roster of contestants sooner. Death and battle in a crowd of people without repercussion? It only stroked his ego ever more thinking about it.​

 

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Buc Irons​

Buc was busy observing contestants he viewed as having a chance, so when a dog eared faunus girl walked up to him she went completely unnoticed until she addressed him. He glared at her as she spoke, not meaning to but it had become the default over the last few years. When she finished speaking, he let out a sigh and took in a breath to speak. But before he could get anything out, he felt the cold touch of something strange against his neck. Reflexively he snatched the cold can in a motion almost to quick to be seen. Observing the sweating can in his hand, he realized that it had not in fact been a weapon laid against his neck. Carefully setting the can down, he promptly ignores the man that had done that. He had proven himself rude by sneaking up on this old man and surprising him instead of getting his attention like the young girl had.

Speaking of, he returned his attention to her. He looked her up and down, getting a measure of the girl only slightly taller than he. Wordlessly he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out several leaves. "Chew on these, girl. It'll calm you down. That'll be a start." Once he was confident that the peppermint had done it's job, even slightly, he continued on. "There was no one style that worked best for anyone. Those that won knew how to use their chosen weapon. So, if you aren't confident in using that sword of yours," he gestured towards the pistol in it's holster at her side "use that. Bullets are harder to dodge or deflect than any sword. Otherwise, I saw a lot of alliances of the moment. Two or more people deciding to work together now and fight later. Seemed to work out for the most part for at least one of them. Some back stabbing here and there, but most people don't want to seem like a prick in front of the world."

 

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Is he?, oh he's ignoring me. Taking a breath to relax, as once again Ace turned towards the old man waiting patiently for his speech towards the weak looking girl to end, I mean really why waste your time on someone so boring to look, the disinterest and discouragement only serving to fuel Ace's desire to acquire information on this senile old dodger, his bitterness over the complete denial of his prized ice breaker technique demonstrating as he thought of a way to spite the old man an idea forming itself almost immediately.

Now focusing on the small child, as a idea and plan of action formed in his mind using the lessons he acquired from his last months of service towards atlas towards this petty goal, inexperienced and socially inept were his guesses as he eyed the child as only a manipulatable method to grate the old man's gears before adding to the end of the Codger's speech.

"though if you ask me you should be more cautious of those that act virtuous or honorable on a stage in life as that means they something to hide or alternative plans, you bet they'll have too much of a pride not to throw that façade away come desperate times" his voice rang out as he stepped forward "Than kaboom!" he made mock swing of his right arm to empathize his point "Your on your ass waiting for a mistral mistletoe, but that doesn't mean we can't all take part in the Vytal spirit and band together does it?"
Ace's unseen grin grew dodgy as he put the finishing touches to his sell, his left hand withdraw out of his coat holding a fire dust clip for his blasters
" So in order to facilitate this I'm offering you a deal, I'll restock your dust supplies, so you can go wild in there" keeping the pace of conversation he pulled the clip back into his pocket as he reached the conclusion of his speech.
"In exchange, we team up at the ending brawl, get a nice go at it and you get a the ability to fight with less disadvantages. This offer extends to you as well old man, so what's your choice?"

The can of beer now cooling his pocket as Ace held up both his hands in a handshake aimed at both parties, adding a final Flourish to his words aimed at the young mark turning to her.
" I believe you can go far kid, I hate to see young talent wasted " The snarly grin becoming Dominant as Ace himself couldn't believe that he got that last part out without his voice breaking down, taking shots in the dark in his speech in a effort to get the young girl and by association the old man to join his totally real team at the end.

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Vytal Tournament Contestant: Yzebella Hawthrone
Location: Amity Colosseum, waiting area
Direct Interaction: Nothingness Lord_Boreas ​

The cloaked Snow Leopard man revealeth his face, removing the hood of his tattered cloak. His hair is elegant yet untamed. Who is he? Such mystery he hides. Gently he put his hand over her silky blonde hair, Yzebella flinches weakly. Looking back up at his sharp eyes. The Snow Leopard Faunus explains his concern about her joining such a violent event.

She frowns down to the floor. Her lips were sealed unable to state her case of why someone like is down here. The Faunus made an odd suggestion instead, let his animal companion lead her to the seats. The girl looks down and a black dotted white-furred creature came into view that she failed to mention before. It was a small cub, slightly bigger confirming it to be a snow leopard. The girl's eyes widen by presence.

"Wait! y--" stuttering flatly in shock from the sudden giving of the cub. The cub's eyes caught her gaze, Yzabella lost track of the conversation given that she now had to 'follow' a small cat to the benches. Her voice was drowned out even more by the speakers inside the waiting area. Announcing the first 8 contestants to brawl in the first round. She had more questions but she may have to hold them for now. The names were given but she couldn't figure out who they are provided it's just names and the Snow Leopard man prepares himself after the announcement. This Snow Leopard man is a contestant after all and he left his feline companion with her. The cub took hold of the man's coat albeit it was larger than themselves. All she could do is a nod in reply as an acceptance of the cub.

The air inside the waiting area was tense for Yzebella. One of the 1st round contestants bumped into the Snow Leopard which made the poor blonde girl step out of the way, the large burly man expressing his extreme attitude front and center. Yet the Snow Leopard Faunus kept his composure, a feat she wished she had, especially for right now. The Snow leopard-eared man now looked at her in return and looked back at him just for a brief moment.

"Good luck, I hope for your win..." attempting to keep cool and try to encourage the Snow leopard Faunus after being demeaned by another contestant. Before she knew the man is already marching towards the exit and into the Arena itself, where the loud crowd cheered as contestants enter the ring.

That's no ordinary housecat
The snow kitten stared directly into her soul whilst holding its owner's tattered cloak in its teeth. She looks around before awkwardly looking back down at the Snow leopard cub. Without warning, it took off behind itself and entered a corner around the left. "Wait! Where are you going!? C-come back!" Chasing the furry fellow through halls, rows and rows of lockers, passing by contestants and staff alike. The Cub was surprisingly agile. Making sharp turns and passing in between the feet of people. All the while dragging its owner's cloak on the floor.

The gap between the two closes in half 1 one minute in. She was a leap forward away from retrieving this cub, simply scooping them was not an option as their agility far exceeds her own. In another turn around the corner, she followed the cat discreetly before diving arms out into the small black polka-dotted cub "G-gotcha!", an impressive dive as she recovers the cat without piling herself on it. The cat purred lightly as she wraps the small cub in its owner's cloak like a spring roll. Preventing the cub from free roaming or scratching her.

"Please, oh please! Don't do that-- Yumi...?" Her light scolding of the cub became a tone of confusion in the end. The Snow leopard cub had a nametag around her neck. Assuming that is the name of the Snow leopard kitten. Looked around noticing the few eyes drawn to her minor shenanigan with somebody else's pet companion. They were distant from the large cat chaser, they paid no mind to her. There is just one man sitting up close to see her dive Yumi right in front of his feet. Her pale cheeks turned pinkish and hugging the burrito'd Snow leopard cub in her arms.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to bother you... I'm just... Watching over this cat. I was told to take care of it while they fight in the first round. I'm very sorry, s-she won't cause any more trouble." It was not an ordinary house cat, It was an exotic snow leopard cub she holds as Yumi's little face looks around at ease as it is wrapped around in its owner's cloth. Just a feet away was her boxed-form weapon for the tournament. Slowly retrieved the green-red metal box off the floor. Lifting it by the black handle.

"I must have tossed it by accident..." She mumbled. The boxed object she was carrying one hand appeared to have seen better days based on the dents and scratches permanently marked to it's surface. Is this even hers?

 

[Dmitri Tolenka]

Interactions: Soviet Panda accursedjobber
Location: Amity Colosseum, participant's lobby
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She withered under the battle scarred knight’s stern gaze. On instinct she took one step back into a generic fencing posture, though she held her hands up in front of her. Peace, she didn’t mean to be rude. Then, to her utter mortification, someone utterly noiselessly just slid up to the both of them and placed a cold can in the knight’s neck.

When he failed to so much as twitch, she relaxed a tiny bit. Perhaps these were long time friends of a sort? The type that liked to mess with each other?

“Hauh? For me?” Hannah said, head tilted to the side as she looked at the offered gift.

"Ah, but I forgot." Hannah said as she looked at him with wide eyed realization. Let's see.

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Taken all together, Hannah roughly guessed what she should do. She stood straight, held one flat palm over her heart, and with her other hand held her half cape open. Her hat stayed on and she maintained eye contact.

"Ha-Hannah Maria von Hochfeldschloss is my name. Thank you for this gift." she said. "I uh, I don't- I mean, I will repay in kind as best able."

With that out of the way, she took the leaves and sniffed them curiously. She stiffened as the sharp taste of mint surged through her system. A small content huff escaped her as she munched on a leaf and listened closely to the knight's advice. It was like a fresh green spring morning mixed with lightning in leafy tasty goodness form.

“I see, I see. I think my pool is mostly from the highlands, so I think I know who will prefer to fight who. No worries about dishonourable behaviour from them either, not here and now. They might even be declared Dezgra right there and then, there’s plenty of Elders here to watch and bear witness before the Gods.” she replied thoughtfully.

Then the second man started to talk. She could actually see where he came from there.


“Thieves come out at night.” she recited a Hochländ proverb. Just because someone acted honourably when under scrutiny did not mean they were really like that alone in the dark.


“What does ‘waiting for a mistral mistletoe’ mean?” she asked, genuinely confused. English was not her native language, and the odd proverbs of the Kingsfolk confused her sometimes. His offer though… it was a kingdom thing probably. Not that she doubted he would keep to his word, but to protect an enemy in a brawl?

“Sorry. I can promise to keep to a single opponent, and likewise I can wait to engage you if you are already duelling someone else, but I cannot disgrace my clan by entering a true alliance!” she said, a little shocked at the audacity of someone to even suggest such a disgraceful act. This was no war or Trail of Annihilation, this was a contest to display their skills!

As for her talent, well.

“Sides. Fair chance I won’t make it to the outcome anyway. There’s a Wolf and a Bernstein in my pool.” she muttered dejectedly. Champions of the two greatest duelling clans. She would count her lucky stars to last more than ten seconds against them.

“Then there’s Nebelsturrm. He hates me after my cousin embarrassed his father a month ago in a Trail of Possession. I dunno the exact make up of the pools, but I think he’s in as well.” she pointed out the redhead in question.

Her mood fell again, but then she stiffened her spine and shook Ace’s hand.

“This is how you greet customarily here jah? Hannah Maria von Hochfeldschloss.” she said. Even though she did not care much for the man’s offer, he had at least taken the time to treat with her. She couldn't quite get his measure with that mask on, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her at least trying to reach out. Networking, her parents rammed into her head, networking was as vital to their mission here as breathing. This figure here knew a lot, so he probably made for a decent contact. Right?

 

[Tarot of Death]

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Turic Yusif

Turic was bored. The announcements and anticipation seemed to drag on for ages. Truly what could be more important than the main even. Safety and precaution should be to the wind in face of a grand battle like this. It made no sense to him, and with it, he found himself wanting to wonder around. People weren't ever a good or bad to him, they had only ever been people. It was up to them to decide how they would be treated by Turic. For sake of curing his boredom and seeing just how bad the audience was, Turic decided to walk around, observing the many cheering and excited fans, a few of those near him catching the mercenary's cold glance and looking away, all except for one man. He had seemed to take Turic's passive glances as a threat. Perceiving it as such, the man puffed up, standing in the way of Turic with the goal set to stand up to the man "threatening" him. This of course did not fly well with Turic.

The man pressed his hand against Turic's cold metallic armor, the engrained skulls flowing under his hand. The man looked into the eyelets of Turic's helmet and tried his hardest to boom his voice in a fruitless hope to intimidate Turic.

"What kind of issue you got pal? You think you are some kind of tough guy? Can just walk around like you own the place? Someone oughta take you down a notch."

The mans words meant nothing but annoyance to Turic, his temper and patience being tested at its limits just with this little bit of interaction he was sure was going to last longer then he wanted or needed it to. Turic spoke, his voice ever more grueling and cruel yet calm with an unnatural unwavering tone.

"You need to sit before you find yourself on the wrong side of a sword. There is no tough guy act other then yours. I promise you, you will regret trying to 'take me down a notch'. It will not end well for you."

Turic's words flowed without anger, without care, without any emotion. The tone was apathetic, empty even, void of all indication of how Turic felt. The man, of course like all ignorant and arrogant weak people, decided he would not back down. In fact, the man decided doubling down on his threats against Turic would be best, with him wagging his tattoo covered hand and arm in the face of Turic, belittling the words of Turic and acting like Turic's promises were empty and unsupported. Before a word could be spouted once again, Turic took step forward, hoping to disengage with the man and just try to enjoy his people watching.

With one step forward and then a few more, Turic thought the man would have given up. But, as surprise to none, the man ran up behind Turic and punched the back of his helmet, the helmet pushing up on Turic's head, his hair now visible slightly to everyone. A few people yelled at the man asking what the hell he was doing, but none stood up to the muscly and athletic looking man.

Putting his helmet down and fixing his hair as to not both his neck, Turic turned around to the man, a smirk on the mans face and a snotty remark to be had.

"What happened to your promise Mr. 'Wont turn out well'? Not so tough now, huh bitch?"

Turic of course shook his head and laughed, the man confused and asking what the hell Turic had to laugh about. The man grew angrier and frustrated with Turic's response, going in to kick Turic in the leg, but as the man went to execute his crippling move, Turic grabbed the mans leg by the shin, the metal covers of Turic's fingers flowed with his fingers, the light rattle of the metal being audible. The mans shin began to conform to the grip of Turic as he squeezed harder and harder, skin breaking and letting out small spurts of blood before Turic pulled the man by his leg, dragging him directly into a steadied fist against his face. Turic dropped the bloodied man and knelt down to him, his shin bleeding and his nose doing so profusely, clearly broken. Walking his fingers up the leg of the man, Turic made a ticking sound, the message of it coming from disappointment in the man. The man himself was groaning, holding back tears and screams with gritted and closed teeth.

"Your actions have consequences friend. Severe and fatal ones. I told you, promised you even. Hell I even went to walk away, yet, you still tried. You still sealed your fate by doing what you did. You are a real fucking idiot you that? A true and total idiot."

Turic's fingers walked all the way to the mans throat as he talked, stopping there as Turic's speech of disappointment was finished. The cold metal brushed against the mans chin before the fingers put against his neck turned into a hand gripping his throat, the slithering fingers of Turic's left hand clamping down on the mans windpipe and throat. The face of the man turned redder and redder, him slapping against the arm of Turic in futility. With his free hand, Turic reached back and lined his fist up for the mans face, driving it into the mans face, again, again, and again. Between the blood and suffocation, the man began to look more akin to tomato than human. With hit still coming into the mans face, he soon stopped fighting, breathing even, all together. His face was near unrecognizable, fingerprint marks noticeable around the throat, with deep blue bruises lining it. Letting go of the man, Turic's right hand covered in blood and still dripping, he looked around. Security both armed and unarmed came at Turic. He knew all and well he could kill them, but truly decided it would be much better to run and hide to at least have a vagrant chance at still seeing the fights.

Bolting to the nearest exit of the arena, Turic was many steps ahead of the guards, but took no liberty in wasting time, running towards the festival area outside the arena with extreme haste. Hoping to find an open door or unlocked tavern to take refuge in as guards would soon come looking for him.​

 

[Nellancholy]

The atmosphere of the event became warmer and warmer as the first round approached, both the metaphorical energy and the tangible Aura of the audience and participants. Something crept into Liliya's consciousness, like a swarm of dark tendrils or a creeping miasma. It was almost as if her own Aura stirred in response to the presence of those...Aura Grimm after having seen so many of them, after having been around them for so long. It was almost a stench she could smell...or was she just paranoid? She'd learned long ago that tunnel vision was one of the greatest liabilities when lives were at stake. They'd show themselves. They always did.

And not long after, a commotion did indeed arise. An armored, reptilian Faunus got into a shoving match with another spectator that rapidly escalated very, very far. Right there, in the middle of the crowd. No sooner had he bludgeoned the other man into unconsciousness than he made a break for it, running to the outside of the arena. Grimm or no, someone had to stop him. From her vantage point Liliya could see either side of the arena's wall, and as he exited, pursued by the security force, Liliya drew an arrow, nocked it, pulled back the string. Her eyes narrowed as she aimed for a gap in his leg armor, and-

The familiar humming sound of repulsor jets came into her ears. One of the camera drones had wisely angled away from the bloody beating and was moving up to get a wide angle shot of the arena. Which meant if she didn't move...she'd be spotted as well.

"Shit..." Liliya took a step aside, pressing against one of the spires to hide herself. Just one more step and...only air was beneath her foot.

She gasped as her balance failed her for a moment, and she took a tumble down into the arena.

Thankfully, no one probably saw her as she activated her semblance again, not to carry her upwards but instead to slow her fall. With nothing more than a gentle puff of mist, Liliya landed behind the stands. Folding Ageha, she let it hang over her shoulder. At least she had Ageha and her quiver...she'd have to find some way to retrieve Perun and the rest of her stuff later.

In the meantime...it was better to blend in. Liliya swept her gaze over the nearby seating, and noticed...some seats that were miraculously unoccupied. Close to a cheerful-looking leonine Faunus and a young man with a strange air about him.

Nonchalantly, with her hood still up, Liliya took a seat by them.

"This festival's really gone to the dogs, hasn't it? Letting just about anyone sign up..."

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Taenya had perched herself more closely to the outskirts of the arena seats that the audience of the festival could sit in. Her bandanna pressed her ears down, so they blended into her hair more easily. Her cat-like orbs studied the arena casually as she felt her inner lioness come forth. The female huntress-in-hiding about jumped a decent mile into the air at a sudden sound of an unknown voice nearby. Her eyes flashed over to find a woman who was a bit older than herself near her hiding place. The huntress huffed and gave a minute shrug at the other unknown woman.

Her more attuned senses tingled, making the lioness faunus more on guard than earlier. "It depends on how you view it I suppose." Her softly accented voice seemed to cut through the air icily. She refused to assume anything. She wasn't one to give complete thoughts on races vs. classes and status. Everyone had a right to attend and take part in the festival. Especially since there hadn't been a festival in ages. Her annoyance was very clear as she shifted her weight, resisting the urge to give in to her instincts and let loose a growl. She tampered it down, letting to annoyance form into a scowl instead of a growl or snarl. Her canines flashing as she eyed Liliya warily.

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[Tarot of Death]

Interactions: Open
Location: Café Storage Room
Coliseum

@s: None

Turic Yusif

Turic kept running, his tail up and tucked against his back as he tried to slip away from the closely
pursuing guards. Through alleyways and tent lines, Turic slowly lost each of the now 5 guards. Running into a dead end, Turic could hear the last remaining and very stubborn 3 guard, with them not far from his trail. With no other option than to bust into the closest shop in his dead end, he slammed against the door again and again until the lock gave way and he tumbled into a staff area of the solid stone building. As Turic sat against the door he had just broken into, the guards had soon arrived just on the other side of the door. The guard looked around, voicing the bewilderment they had to Turic's disappearance. They tried the door that Turic had busted through, Turic holding the knob fast to hopefully make it seem like the door was still locked. As the guard tried it, they pushed lightly, and without success, they left still in search of Turic.

Sitting in the building, Turic soon began to realize where he was. He was in the back of the café he had visited earlier. The room he was in now becoming clearer as he focused, he was in the storage room. The floor was lined with coffee bean bags and barrels of assorted ingredients. He sighed, knowing that if the guards thought this was closed before his escape and after, he had a chance of staying hidden for a while, at least till the end of the tournament when the owners would come back to open the shop for the second half of the festival. Turic, taking interest in the shop, looked through the inventory, deciding that if he was going to stay here, when would stay here interested and not bored as hell.

As Turic sifted through the items, he found a basket of pastries. Unveiling what was inside, he found them to be chocolate cupcakes with vanilla icing on top. Without question or care, Turic devoured the moderately sized cupcakes, eating them bit by bit until the dozen or so cupcakes have all but disappeared. Sitting with the basket besides him, his mouth lined with crumbs, he sighed, stuffed full of sugary goodness. As he sat and digested the food, the sudden overwhelming urge to take a nap had called unto Turic, and with no real reason not to, Turic moved a bag of soft flour over by the back door and laid it down. Laying down, he pressed against the door as much as possible as to block intruders from entering while he slumbered. laying down, he rested his helmet near the bag, well within arms reach. Checking the rom once more, he made sure both the door he was laying against and the one from the counter/restaurant from to the storage room was closed. Unfortunate for him, there was no lock for the counter door, but he could not care as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Laying his head down and close his eyes, his tail curled around his leg and he soon was asleep without any care in the world.​

 

[Lord_Boreas]

ITEL LAZULI

Interactions: Vagabond Spectre ​

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Itel looked down from the blade of his scythe to find a girl full on diving to catch what appeared to be some kind of wild cat. Without flinching, he slightly moved his leg so the girl wouldn’t hit him and internally scowled upon really seeing what the girl was carrying. Itel hated cats, the only thing that beats his hatred of felines is his hatred of the scientist from project Grimm.

He sighed and flipped Night Hunter to it’s closed form and looked at the girl with an inquisitive expression drawn across his brown skin as he pushed on of his dreads from his face. “You’re fine kid, just try to keep that menace in check.” He pointed to the leopard and then gestured to the room full of people “ that hideous thing sells for quite the chunk of change on certain markets” he said with a sigh but quickly sat up in his chair “n-not that I would know anything about those markets, I’m just a blacksmith” he added on to make himself sound less like a creep.

“Speaking of which” he glanced down to the beat up box and smiled softly as his mind drifted back to his academy days “I’m assuming that’s your weapon?” He pointed to the box before placing Night Hunter in his lap which currently took the form of a rectangle with slots for his belt. “Are you in training to become a huntress? You know it’s not the best field of work to enter into right now. Take it from someone whose been doing this for a long time now” he took a deep breath and pushed down the memories trying to claw their way to the surface.

“Oh right” he mumbled and held out his hand in an attempt to give the girl a handshake “ My name is Itel, I repair armor and weapons for hunters and huntresses” he used his other hand to pull the hood of his cloak down and allowed his dreads to fall in his face as he waited for her response, his golden eyes looking on in slight anticipation.

 

[GasMaskie]

"...Well, I got these tickets for free. But if some of the matches are just going to be run-of-the-mill slugfests with fighters who've only unlocked their Auras, I don't feel like I'm getting the full value out of these seats." Anyone who was expecting some combat in their careers were at the very least able to use Aura. But Semblances and the like - those had always been the realm of Huntsmen or the particularly skilled. Xan had tossed out his two lien on the matter - so he turned his head to glance over to the two women who had seats near him.

"As someone in the stands, all I care about are some entertaining fights. Ah, I'm Xanthos, by the way. Everyone calls me Xan." He offered smile towards the two - who seemed to lean more towards colder shoulders. He brought his hands into his pockets as he looked over the Faunus and the hooded woman. As easygoing as he was, they both seemed more than a little suspect in the crowd of other spectators for the festival. It was just a gut feeling though - but he felt a need to handle them carefully.

But, this was a gathering and a celebration of peace and unity - even if the world had gone off the deep end. He could keep his own passenger suppressed with little effort, and the way he could draw out more from the creature made identifiying him impossible. As far as he could tell from rumors while working odd jobs around Mistral - there wasn't a particular desire by any authorities to hunt him down either.

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[Spoiled Bread]

"I'm going to cheer on you from here! Show it to everyone that that we can be relied on!" Sophia gave Azul a thumb up as the faunus walked towards the arena. Now that she had been left alone, she tried to occupy herself by patrolling through the festival area. She noticed some bars and stalls installed large monitor to display what would be happening in the tournament in real time, a clever strategy to attract more customers to their place. She took note of some of those stalls in case she had time to watch, that fruit juice stall seemed particularly alluring for her, she had always wanted to try dragon fruit.

Her scroll let out a soft beeping as it received a new message and Sophia immediately pulled it out. It's a general broadcast to all security personnel on patrol duty. She could feels her stomach dropping as she read the announcement. A fight broke out between two tournament watchers, and one of them died. Whyy?? Whyy???? Sophia made her ways towards the colloseum, her mind racing with the worst case scenario. People witnessed the murder and everyone panicked, the negative emotion would attract grimms and the grimm invasion would be happening. Again.

Fortunately, when she reached the colloseum, the situation seemed to be relatively under control. She noticed a gathering of guards on a part of the seating area. Approaching the crime site, she was stopped by a pair of guards from approaching but they immediately let her go once they noticed her Atlasian military badge.

A glance at the corpse was enough for Sophia to knew what happened, it's likely more of a one sided slaughter rather than a fight. The victim didn't appear to utilize his aura so he's clearly not a fighter. She listened to a guard who was trying his best to tell her some of the details. Apparently the culprit was a male lizard faunus carrying some armor and the fight happened because of a small argument, a guard with wet boots also showed her a rather vague photo of said culprit.

"Thank you everyone for your help, I will try to catch the culprit and bring him to justice!" Sophie expressed her gratitude at the guards' help. Most of them only replied with tired nod, although the one with wet boots seemed really eager to see the culprit dragged back.

After making her way out of the colloseum, she immediately started her criminal hunting. Though, even with the informations she got from the guards she still couldn't find any further clue about the culprit's whereabout so she started asking around about male lizard faunus with armor. Fortunately, he wasn't exactly exactly subtle and his features were quite memorable so she was able to garner some clues, until she stumbled into three particular guards. Turned out they were chasing the same target as her, but lost him somewhere.

"Tell me where you last saw him." The guards nodded at her request and guided her towards a dead end with one door nearby.

"We lost him here." Said the shortest guard.

"He just vanished! Like a ghost!" Said the large guard.

"Guys, I think snake is the most appropriate analogy for him." The guard with glasses chimed in.

Sophie let out a long sigh and restrained her desire to facepalm herself at the banter of the three guards. She pointed at the door.

"Have you tried the door?"

"It's locked." The shortest one replied non-chalantly.

Sophie decided to examine the door closer. She tried to push the door and it won't open. However, the knob was spinning smoothly. The door wasn't locked, it was barricaded.

"I will bust the door, please cheer me." Sophie requested at the trio guards as she untied the large cannon that had been staying on her back. She didn't want to use Love, but if she's dealing with a murderer then she had no choice. Meanwhile the guards seemed confused by her request.

"Cheer? Why? How?" The guard with glasses seemed particularly curious.

"Please?" Sophie didn't have time to explain so she simply used her best smile to convince them. The large one nodded as if he understand.

"Go! Miss Atlasian police, go!"

"Y-yeah. Whatever it is. You can do it!"

"This is weird..." The glassed guard didn't join the cheers as his coworker awkwardly cheered on Sophie.

"Thank you, everyone. Your resolve, your strength, your will. Please lend it to me, even if it just a tiny bit." Sophie closed her eyes, white aura shimmered around her and the cannon on her hands transformed into a giant cudgel as tall as herself. Raising the cudgel like a bat, the girl took a stance in front of the barricaded foor.

"With the power of friendship! I will break this door open!" She announced her intention as she swung the giant cudgel.

"BUDDY SMASH!!!" Unless the door was reinforced by steel, Sophie's cudgel would blast the door out of its hinges, revealing whatever behind the door to the four people.

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[Tarot of Death]

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Location: Café Storage Room
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Turic Yusif

Turic laid on the floor, still deep into his rest as strangers stood outside, unknown to him. In his mind, an open field of grass and woods sprawled in front of him, birds chirped as he sat in the field. He was at peace in the end, the sun beat down as his face was staring off into the distance. The scenery was really an image of what Turic felt was heaven. Somewhere he felt like an open and free person. Not the world he lived in now. Just as he was going to get up in his dream, he was quickly awoken to the sound of yelling and chanting, along with shortly after, the door he was sat against flying away from him and off the hinges. Without a moment of break, Turic grabbed his helmet and put it on, turning towards the now widely open door. There stood a girl and 3 guards, some of them he recognized from his escape of the coliseum. Turic laughed as he saw the girl holding a cudgel. Something about it made him laugh far too much then it should have. It was to the point so much that Turic had to bend over his knees to catch his breath from the laughing. An unseen tear dropped from his eye behind his helmet. He was truly amused at the scene before him, but quickly became more annoyed and infuriated by the interruption of his beautiful dream.

"You know, you guys interrupted a perfectly good fucking dream. All because some guy got what was coming to him. You guys are ridiculous, especially you, little girl. If you are going to come and kill me, do it already. If not, then you best let me go. That is all of your guys best option. I am not a totally violent person, but I make no promises of safety if you decide your life is worth this miniscule endeavor."

Turic opened his hands and arms to the side, as to signal he doesn't know what the group will do but whatever the outcome, he just hopes it is him leaving in peace. Truly, Turic didn't need more violence, he was still feeling good from the cupcakes and dream, ruining it would just be a shame. But if the shame needed to be done, then it would. Turic didn't care about the people in front of him, let alone care about their lives. They were nothing, nobody to him. Weak and dumb as far as he cared to know. and they would soon know it too if they didn't let him go. Oh how he started to revel in the idea, slowly becoming more inclined to killing them for the sake of it. Maybe it was not a ruining of the cupcake and dream, but just a boost of the pleasure he got from the two before. This would be his desert to a good dinner, a cup of coco to his ski trip. To say the least, the idea grew fondly in Turic's mind.​

 

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The walk down the hall towards the large circular battling arena took all of a mere few minutes. Throughout the walk, as Xander had gotten ever closer towards the large open clearing he could hear as the crowd's roar of cheers could grew louder and clearer by the second. Finally, by the time he had stepped out from the hall, he couldn't help but raise a hand over his face just to block out part of the sun's rays after standing in the shaded locker room for an extended period of time. Eventually as his eyes grew accustomed to the change in lighting, he and the rest of the competitors approached the center of the stage where the announcer slowly stepped back from the stage, all while trying to continue keeping the audience excited for the beginning of the round.

By the time the announcer had stepped off the arena, the entire platform gave a sudden jolt causing most of the contestants to nearly lose their balance. "Lets see what we have this time..." Muttering under his breath, Xander crossed his arms as the platform the group stood on started to rise only to lower down one quarter of the stage at a time and lifting up a different elemental biome for each one. All while the center of the stage remained a sort of 'neutral' ground where it remained normal. The other competitors were all in awe as many of them had never been a part of the Vytal festival tournament before unlike Xander.
Soon enough, as each of the four quartered elemental biomes lifted and locked into place, Xander shifted his gaze around just to get a feel for his surroundings and see what he had to deal with. An ice biome that appeared to show that the entire flooring was now solid ice, clearly that was going to make it difficult to stand let alone maneuver properly, followed by the multiple ice pillars, if one wasn't careful, they could go barreling straight into it or possibly even get knocked off the stage and get eliminated by default. Across from that was a desert biome perfectly with sand dunes, sand pits and...more sand. In between the two biomes was a forest biome consisting of all different sized trees, no doubt a perfect place to hide and try to ambush any contestants that wandered into it without a solid plan. Across from the forest biome was the final one, a fire biome there were gysers of flames all over the ground and even on what appeared to be molten rock pillars. Clearly enough the floor was probably just as hot as the flames and was not a place one would want to stand in one place for too long.

After getting a feel for his surrounding biomes, the sudden sound of a buzzer going off was the cue for the round to begin. Rather than everyone rushing off in different directions, a majority of the contestants all charged one another to go into battle with their weapons. Rather than go straight into battle like the rest of the civilian contestants, Xander was quick to rush into the forest biome while the rest of the competition dealt with one another. The large human brute from earlier who insulted Xander had watched as to how he ran away before quite easily disposing of the couple of scrawnier opponents who attempted to strike him with their mallets and swords. The large brute had swung his massive Warhammer smashing the few that got in his way out of his path while he charged after the Faunus male.

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A shadow passed over the arena, one large and eclipsing a large section of the floating area. A cry above echoed from a Nevermore, shaking the floating platforms for a brief moment, before a large 'Thwuuuump' signaled Atlas's cannon fire, a shell exploding against the massive bird, and driving it off with another shriek. Several in the crowd watched it leave, many of the Atlesian guards prepared their weapons, just in case, but from how the bird's wing dragged, it had definitely had enough for one day.

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"Get back here you coward! I'll show all these people how humans are superior to you freaks!" As the brute charged after Xander, the Faunus would only glance over his shoulder to witness as to how the large male was smashing through the branches and smaller plants that got in his way with his Warhammer with ease. Just seeing his actions spoke plenty that this man truly had no training and was relying on his size and brute strength to win this competition, even if Xander could use his aura or semblance, a fool like this was nothing more than a waste of energy. With his own agile movements, it hadn't taken long before he had lost the brute in the thickness of the forest biome causing the human to eventually come to a halt while turning his head left to right as to where he could spot his prey. "Show yourself! Fight me like the freak you are! Stop hiding you piece of--" Right in the midst of his words, Xander had finally had enough and came down from one of the trees just to land upon the man's shoulders with the entire sheathe of his blade to the brute's throat and the blade slightly unsheathed enough to have the light from the sun that was peeking through the leaves to glimmer off the cold metal. The vibration only just lightly nipping the skin of his throat while he stared down at the human brute with his eyes widen and eyebrows narrowed, showing his own piercing grey orbs for eyes staring directly into the man's own hazel ones. It was clear enough that Xander was more than enraged by this point after hearing one insult after another of his race. "Submit. Now."

His words were near a whisper while the ongoing battle that occurred outside of the forest biome had nearly become muffled to the brute from his practically frozen out of fear state of mind of being caught off guard and being as close to death as he was. "Sub-mit." Repeating once more, this time slower than the last, the brute finally dropped his Warhammer with a loud thud to the forest floor before giving a deep gulp and nodding his head while being speechless. Realizing that the human had finally given in, Xander helped himself off his shoulders just to completely sheathe his blade and proceeding to head out to of the biome to face his other competitors. The fact of putting trust in the brute to give up and turning his back on him however was his mistake though, believing that a normal civilian would have any sort of honor in defeat like a huntsman was naive of Xander as the first chance the brute got, he grabbed his hammer and lifted it over the Faunus' head to prepare and slam it down. "Die!!"

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Above the human's head, another shadow passed over head. A pinprick at first, but quickly growing larger and larger. The shadow was just over the brute's head, causing him to look up, stopping his hammer swing as eyebrows raised and his nose scrunched up. "Huh...?"

A shrill shriek pierced the area as a flailing mass of limbs plummeted from above, screeching all the way. "Somebody catch me, somebody catch meeeeeheeeeeheeee!"

In a sudden crash, the person smashed into the brute with enough force that a small cloud of debris kicked up, flickering blue from someone's aura straining. "Uuuuugh..." A wooden box bounced from the cloud, skipping across the ground as it rolled in front of Xander. It was the size of his hand, and intricately carved with a simple sigil of a screwdriver atop a globe whittled into its top.

A buzzer rang, and above the man's icon the screen an X suddenly ran through, graying out as he was eliminated. As the dust fell, a girl could be seen laying atop the unconscious man, her head bobbing back and forth as she counted stars. Blue hair with goggles, a pair of chain joined wheels hung from her back. A hole ran through the back of her jacket, suspiciously the size of a Nevermore's talon.

Silence fell on the crowd, and all cameras zoomed in. The announcer fumbled for a moment, yelling as coffee spilled over him. He cleared his throat, however.

"I-it seems we have a new contestant! Someone so eager to join us they fell from the very heavens themselves to join us! While it is unusual and we don't... usual permit such late entrants, but you can't deny the pizzaz! Rusty Dinnaford is eliminated! But we have a new member to take his place! Ma'am, what is your name?"

Below, the girl, still reeling blinked, as cameras zoomed in on her. She pointed at her face as if to say 'me?'

"Yes, you! Who else has such a spectacular entrance?"

"Zaffre? Zaffre Triskaideka...?" She almost sounded unsure of her own name, quickly standing up. Suddenly, the heavy man's picture was replaced with one of Zaffre pointing to herself, and a small drone flew in. Her vitality gauge suddenly appeared, 36%. A search window appeared, looking through records... before the person running the board screens realized it was visible, and slid it off the side of the screen. Zaffre groaned. "So much for keeping a low profile while in Mistril..."

Zaffre blinked, looking around, and finding Xander. "What are we doing...?"

She looked at the hammer on her downed opponent, and the blade on Xander. She made an 'ooooh' sound, slowly pulling out her dual wheels from behind. With a 'schiiink', spikes shot out of the fire and wind wheels in each hand. She was starting to get the idea at least... She started to skip in place, her balance shifting from one foot to the other as she kept an eye on Xander. Her eye briefly wandered to the screen, trying to see what his vitality was at, and how many were in the arena.

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Staring at the newcomer who had just arrived with a rather spectacular fashion, Xander had dusted himself off from the dust that had gotten onto him before arching a brow at her stance and choice of weaponry. There was no doubt that the weapon she used was of no ordinary design that one would just be able to get at any weapon shop. As he watched how she brought her gaze up towards the screen far above their head, he'd only lift his gaze for a moment to gauge their difference in vitality at the moment. His own was still at 100% and hers was already below half. The rest of the competition seemed to have already eliminated each other either from battle or over exhaustion from the lack of the unfamiliar sensation of fighting as hard as they were; this left only himself and the stranger remaining. "Apologies for this. I normally do not wish to fight an opponent who is not at their full strength. However, as you can see...the people here are not going to be too happy with just us standing around.." With all that said and done, immediately lifting his sheathed blade with both arms and directing the end of the sheathe in Zaffre's direction, resting the end of the hilt against his right shoulder and closing his left eye, Xander pulled the trigger at the hilt and began firing shot after shot of flame dust bullets towards her.

As expected, she was as agile as she looked to be able to dodge by zigzagging left to right while approaching at an alarming rate towards him. His suspicions were becoming more and more clear by her movements and strikes as she swung her spiked wheels causing him to react by skipping backwards several times, still being cut in several spots in the process. This was no ordinary civilian.

After regaining his footing, Xander immediately drew his weapon from its sheathe into its normal state rather than the fully vibrated state. Charging directly towards the woman just to clash their weapons together into a stare down. "Again. I apologize for this." Whispering his comment during their clash, he'd release the hilt of his blade with only his bandaged claw-like arm before winding it back and fully extending it forward to send a immensely powerful punch into her stomach region; with the use of his grimm-like arm, he was able to extend it further than his normal reach would be as well as the increased strength of it compared to his normal strength.

With the strike a loud buzzer rang throughout the arena to indicate the end of the first round. Xander's name displayed at the center of the screen as the victor while medical personnel rushed up onto the stage as it lowered. Meanwhile Xander resheathed his blade before extending his left hand to the woman as a show of sportsmanship. "Do you mind, if we have a conversation...I have a few...questions." After accepting the hand and the two leaving the arena, the announcer was quick to begin calling for the next round to begin.

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The walk down the hall towards the large circular battling arena took all of a mere few minutes. Throughout the walk, as Xander had gotten ever closer towards the large open clearing he could hear as the crowd's roar of cheers could grew louder and clearer by the second. Finally, by the time he had stepped out from the hall, he couldn't help but raise a hand over his face just to block out part of the sun's rays after standing in the shaded locker room for an extended period of time. Eventually as his eyes grew accustomed to the change in lighting, he and the rest of the competitors approached the center of the stage where the announcer slowly stepped back from the stage, all while trying to continue keeping the audience excited for the beginning of the round.

By the time the announcer had stepped off the arena, the entire platform gave a sudden jolt causing most of the contestants to nearly lose their balance. "Lets see what we have this time..." Muttering under his breath, Xander crossed his arms as the platform the group stood on started to rise only to lower down one quarter of the stage at a time and lifting up a different elemental biome for each one. All while the center of the stage remained a sort of 'neutral' ground where it remained normal. The other competitors were all in awe as many of them had never been a part of the Vytal festival tournament before unlike Xander.
Soon enough, as each of the four quartered elemental biomes lifted and locked into place, Xander shifted his gaze around just to get a feel for his surroundings and see what he had to deal with. An ice biome that appeared to show that the entire flooring was now solid ice, clearly that was going to make it difficult to stand let alone maneuver properly, followed by the multiple ice pillars, if one wasn't careful, they could go barreling straight into it or possibly even get knocked off the stage and get eliminated by default. Across from that was a desert biome perfectly with sand dunes, sand pits and...more sand. In between the two biomes was a forest biome consisting of all different sized trees, no doubt a perfect place to hide and try to ambush any contestants that wandered into it without a solid plan. Across from the forest biome was the final one, a fire biome there were gysers of flames all over the ground and even on what appeared to be molten rock pillars. Clearly enough the floor was probably just as hot as the flames and was not a place one would want to stand in one place for too long.

After getting a feel for his surrounding biomes, the sudden sound of a buzzer going off was the cue for the round to begin. Rather than everyone rushing off in different directions, a majority of the contestants all charged one another to go into battle with their weapons. Rather than go straight into battle like the rest of the civilian contestants, Xander was quick to rush into the forest biome while the rest of the competition dealt with one another. The large human brute from earlier who insulted Xander had watched as to how he ran away before quite easily disposing of the couple of scrawnier opponents who attempted to strike him with their mallets and swords. The large brute had swung his massive Warhammer smashing the few that got in his way out of his path while he charged after the Faunus male.

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A shadow passed over the arena, one large and eclipsing a large section of the floating area. A cry above echoed from a Nevermore, shaking the floating platforms for a brief moment, before a large 'Thwuuuump' signaled Atlas's cannon fire, a shell exploding against the massive bird, and driving it off with another shriek. Several in the crowd watched it leave, many of the Atlesian guards prepared their weapons, just in case, but from how the bird's wing dragged, it had definitely had enough for one day.

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"Get back here you coward! I'll show all these people how humans are superior to you freaks!" As the brute charged after Xander, the Faunus would only glance over his shoulder to witness as to how the large male was smashing through the branches and smaller plants that got in his way with his Warhammer with ease. Just seeing his actions spoke plenty that this man truly had no training and was relying on his size and brute strength to win this competition, even if Xander could use his aura or semblance, a fool like this was nothing more than a waste of energy. With his own agile movements, it hadn't taken long before he had lost the brute in the thickness of the forest biome causing the human to eventually come to a halt while turning his head left to right as to where he could spot his prey. "Show yourself! Fight me like the freak you are! Stop hiding you piece of--" Right in the midst of his words, Xander had finally had enough and came down from one of the trees just to land upon the man's shoulders with the entire sheathe of his blade to the brute's throat and the blade slightly unsheathed enough to have the light from the sun that was peeking through the leaves to glimmer off the cold metal. The vibration only just lightly nipping the skin of his throat while he stared down at the human brute with his eyes widen and eyebrows narrowed, showing his own piercing grey orbs for eyes staring directly into the man's own hazel ones. It was clear enough that Xander was more than enraged by this point after hearing one insult after another of his race. "Submit. Now."

His words were near a whisper while the ongoing battle that occurred outside of the forest biome had nearly become muffled to the brute from his practically frozen out of fear state of mind of being caught off guard and being as close to death as he was. "Sub-mit." Repeating once more, this time slower than the last, the brute finally dropped his Warhammer with a loud thud to the forest floor before giving a deep gulp and nodding his head while being speechless. Realizing that the human had finally given in, Xander helped himself off his shoulders just to completely sheathe his blade and proceeding to head out to of the biome to face his other competitors. The fact of putting trust in the brute to give up and turning his back on him however was his mistake though, believing that a normal civilian would have any sort of honor in defeat like a huntsman was naive of Xander as the first chance the brute got, he grabbed his hammer and lifted it over the Faunus' head to prepare and slam it down. "Die!!"

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Above the human's head, another shadow passed over head. A pinprick at first, but quickly growing larger and larger. The shadow was just over the brute's head, causing him to look up, stopping his hammer swing as eyebrows raised and his nose scrunched up. "Huh...?"

A shrill shriek pierced the area as a flailing mass of limbs plummeted from above, screeching all the way. "Somebody catch me, somebody catch meeeeeheeeeeheeee!"

In a sudden crash, the person smashed into the brute with enough force that a small cloud of debris kicked up, flickering blue from someone's aura straining. "Uuuuugh..." A wooden box bounced from the cloud, skipping across the ground as it rolled in front of Xander. It was the size of his hand, and intricately carved with a simple sigil of a screwdriver atop a globe whittled into its top.

A buzzer rang, and above the man's icon the screen an X suddenly ran through, graying out as he was eliminated. As the dust fell, a girl could be seen laying atop the unconscious man, her head bobbing back and forth as she counted stars. Blue hair with goggles, a pair of chain joined wheels hung from her back. A hole ran through the back of her jacket, suspiciously the size of a Nevermore's talon.

Silence fell on the crowd, and all cameras zoomed in. The announcer fumbled for a moment, yelling as coffee spilled over him. He cleared his throat, however.

"I-it seems we have a new contestant! Someone so eager to join us they fell from the very heavens themselves to join us! While it is unusual and we don't... usual permit such late entrants, but you can't deny the pizzaz! Rusty Dinnaford is eliminated! But we have a new member to take his place! Ma'am, what is your name?"

Below, the girl, still reeling blinked, as cameras zoomed in on her. She pointed at her face as if to say 'me?'

"Yes, you! Who else has such a spectacular entrance?"

"Zaffre? Zaffre Triskaideka...?" She almost sounded unsure of her own name, quickly standing up. Suddenly, the heavy man's picture was replaced with one of Zaffre pointing to herself, and a small drone flew in. Her vitality gauge suddenly appeared, 36%. A search window appeared, looking through records... before the person running the board screens realized it was visible, and slid it off the side of the screen. Zaffre groaned. "So much for keeping a low profile while in Mistril..."

Zaffre blinked, looking around, and finding Xander. "What are we doing...?"

She looked at the hammer on her downed opponent, and the blade on Xander. She made an 'ooooh' sound, slowly pulling out her dual wheels from behind. With a 'schiiink', spikes shot out of the fire and wind wheels in each hand. She was starting to get the idea at least... She started to skip in place, her balance shifting from one foot to the other as she kept an eye on Xander. Her eye briefly wandered to the screen, trying to see what his vitality was at, and how many were in the arena.

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Staring at the newcomer who had just arrived with a rather spectacular fashion, Xander had dusted himself off from the dust that had gotten onto him before arching a brow at her stance and choice of weaponry. There was no doubt that the weapon she used was of no ordinary design that one would just be able to get at any weapon shop. As he watched how she brought her gaze up towards the screen far above their head, he'd only lift his gaze for a moment to gauge their difference in vitality at the moment. His own was still at 100% and hers was already below half. The rest of the competition seemed to have already eliminated each other either from battle or over exhaustion from the lack of the unfamiliar sensation of fighting as hard as they were; this left only himself and the stranger remaining. "Apologies for this. I normally do not wish to fight an opponent who is not at their full strength. However, as you can see...the people here are not going to be too happy with just us standing around.." With all that said and done, immediately lifting his sheathed blade with both arms and directing the end of the sheathe in Zaffre's direction, resting the end of the hilt against his right shoulder and closing his left eye, Xander pulled the trigger at the hilt and began firing shot after shot of flame dust bullets towards her.

As expected, she was as agile as she looked to be able to dodge by zigzagging left to right while approaching at an alarming rate towards him. His suspicions were becoming more and more clear by her movements and strikes as she swung her spiked wheels causing him to react by skipping backwards several times, still being cut in several spots in the process. This was no ordinary civilian.

After regaining his footing, Xander immediately drew his weapon from its sheathe into its normal state rather than the fully vibrated state. Charging directly towards the woman just to clash their weapons together into a stare down. "Again. I apologize for this." Whispering his comment during their clash, he'd release the hilt of his blade with only his bandaged claw-like arm before winding it back and fully extending it forward to send a immensely powerful punch into her stomach region; with the use of his grimm-like arm, he was able to extend it further than his normal reach would be as well as the increased strength of it compared to his normal strength.

With the strike a loud buzzer rang throughout the arena to indicate the end of the first round. Xander's name displayed at the center of the screen as the victor while medical personnel rushed up onto the stage as it lowered. Meanwhile Xander resheathed his blade before extending his left hand to the woman as a show of sportsmanship. "Do you mind, if we have a conversation...I have a few...questions." After accepting the hand and the two leaving the arena, the announcer was quick to begin calling for the next round to begin.

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"It depends on how you view it I suppose."

A very diplomatic response. The kind of response that came from someone who wasn't willing to take a side. Or perhaps the kind of person who didn't want to make their "side" known. Liliya knew that situation well, and didn't care to press the issue. While she didn't have any apparent unique features on her, the woman's tension bore a certain beastliness. Nevertheless, just like her vocation, her species was of little concern to Liliya as well. "And I suppose there are as many views as there are people in this arena." Liliya crossed her legs, doing her best to look relaxed as the match commenced.

The structure of the Vytal Festival arena was one that had become familiar to many people across the kingdoms in broad strokes, if not the exact details. Fire, ice, wind...all expended in the form of already-scarce Dust in order to provide the scenery for today's battles. It made a certain kind of sense: the end of scarcity always meant celebration, indulgence even to excess. Because it was a good idea to be profligate with the resource that their entire civilization was built on, of course. Even more than wheat or wood or brick...

She barely had room to show the hunters and their institution any disdain, but she couldn't help but feel a certain sense of alienation towards what was still a much-loved part of life on Remnant.

The absurdity of the match only grew as that brutish human with the hammer almost immediately began chasing a dignified-looking Faunus and hurling insults at him. It wasn't always a bad idea to go for a priority target, but it was clear that that man had entered more for the opportunity to commit sanctioned violence than anything else. Was this then, what the "festival of togetherness" had been reduced to? Another breeding ground for resentment and disdain?

For his part, the Faunus kept his composure and swiftly neutralized his pursuer. Though out of sportsmanship, he refused to strike a final blow to make his victory complete. It almost cost him...if not for something far more ridiculous happening immediately after. A girl fell out of the sky, crushing the human and eliminating him decisively. And instead of being expelled, or the match cancelled...even she counted as an entrant as well.

The match ended as one would expect; while the girl had her own weapons, she wasn't necessarily in the best shape, what with her wound and having just fallen out of the sky. One down, eight more to go.

As for Liliya, she gave a glance to Xan. Something was a little off about him too...or maybe she'd just been out in the wilderness for too long. He seemed...

Some words came to mind.

Slippery, pathetic, craven?

She frowned ever so slightly. No, she shouldn't be thinking like that just yet.

"Entertainment..." She said that word matter-of-factly, continuing the conversation with Xan. "And do you think that when the academies were built, their founders imagined the hunters of the world 'entertaining' others?" Her tone wasn't quite contemptuous, so much as it was regretful. Maybe a little cynical.

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Location: Amity Colosseum, waiting room
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The hooded man's deep sigh sent a chill down her spine. It doesn't help that the fact that she could see a glimpse of their gold-colored eyes under the hood. She froze in place not knowing what to say or do next. Luckily, the man simply folded his weapon aside, stating his strong opinion about the mysterious man's cub and even expressing its value if it were to be sold. Dropping FLAMMA DISCORDEA on the ground, gently. Her face had subtle bewilderment before looking back at the Snow Leopard cub. Its little face and eyes stare back into hers. Now that he mentioned it. This does not look like an ordinary house cat. It's a Snow Leopard cub! It took Yzebella this long to realize that she not just handling a small cat. It could break more than just glass cups and leave tiny scratch marks. Simply nodding into the fact that she is holding as of now. Is a baby of a larger species of cats. Now hugging it tighter to the point that she can feel every breath Yumi takes.

Her tired eyes looked down to the folded chainsaw upon the mention of the weapon. Yumi's head was still looking around to possibly keep itself occupied, visually. "No, I... It's. I didn't steal it... I was holding it for some--" Barely looking back up to the hooded man she picks up the box again. Yzebella abandons her already weak explanation of how she possesses such a weapon. The questions given to her would have been much easier to answer from others, Yzebella continued to look down trying to desperately suppress the expression of distraught. Yumi growled softly as Yzebella's arm slowly squeezes tight to the point that it had to let out a weak squeak.

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"Sshh!!! Sorry..." Putting the weapon down again before easing her arm grip around the cub. Went as far as to gently cradle the Snow leopard cub in her arms despite Yumi's already calm state. The man would introduce himself as Itel, a blacksmith as he claims. Showing more of his face with the removal of his hood.

"Yzebella, Yzebella Hawthorne. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Itel." The girl shook his hand, obviously, he was strong and experienced in hard work. It is a mighty hand! Before she could say another word, the TV just around the room announced the main event of the festival. The tournament blazes in the aura of joy and excitement all around. The waves of people being filmed by the bird's eye shot of cam drones and into the Arena itself. Gets her heart pumping loudly that Yumi could hear it. The TV announced the contestants' names on-screen. Reading all the names, she seems to have remembered them all in the short amount of time it was given. One of them may be the Cub owner's name.

"Which one is your owner, Yumi?" She asked her with a mellow tone. It replied with a squeak, although she got nothing out of it. The TV shows the contestants ready to brawl. Another shot films the stage morphing itself. She'd reminisce the time her brother stood the center stage, waving and smiling at his brightest, pointing to the camera and expressing his promises. Holding FLAMMA DISCORDEA with glee, along with his teammates, some embarrassed, some cheering them on. It was a different feeling from now and she couldn't explain her uneasiness. Perhaps if she sat down next to Itel would ease her at least which she did.

She sat down to watch the round, so far a standard matchup of weapons of different kinds. The only difference is the lack of semblances used to utilize each fighter and make the match a lot more grandiose. It was more intense to watch such a challenging brutal match from inside the waiting room. The camera kept pace with the match but the one that stuck to her was Yumi's owner getting his proper screen time. He took his biome advantage, leaping onto other fighters via ambush which is pretty safe to say it worked. Yzebella could hardly look into the TV screen as the Snow Leopard Faunus goes toe to toe with the same man who was belittling him earlier. It was only by the announcer's sudden shock that she looked back at the surprise of the camera scene.

"A-another challenger? I didn't see her name on the list earlier. I-- Is that allowed?" Mostly a comment for herself. Now completely baffled by the event as everyone else.

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It continued on till two of them are left. The swiftness and grace of Yumi's owner left Yzebella in awe. Before she knew it the match is over. She looked down on her beaten brown shin-high boots, Yumi in her arms nearly half asleep and FLAMMA DISCORDEA laying cold on next to her right foot.

Awkwardly sitting next to Itel, she couldn't break the silence when she is the one who couldn't even answer him correctly. Trying to come up with excuses or other topics, she failed to find one. She had no choice but to open up the topic interrupted earlier before the match "You... Were a Huntsman?" She meekly asked.

 

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The lioness faunus casually studied the woman as she spoke and shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Sides are just opinions, are they not? There is no right, wrong, true or false. Just as this festival has no true meaning to it." A soft undertone of a growl rumbled through her eloquent voice as she turned her attention back to the first match. Her eyes watched the whole thing as her tail tightened around her waist, as she bared her teeth slightly. Fighting to keep her more bestial side under wraps as she wanted to rush down there and give those other participants a piece of her mind. The first faunus participant was being degraded, and this in and of itself was enough to cause a flash of ivory fang from the normally calm Lioness-in-hiding.

Huntresses and hunters were meant to protect others, were they not? Then why must this festival continue to cause such cruel, rude, and derogatory outcomes?? What was the point of this all? There was none! It was a neverending cycle that reminded Taenya why she kept herself in hiding. To her, there were just the outcomes of opinions. The fact remained that sides just caused all sorts of messes and resentment. The cool gaze of the girl wavered as hurt and pain shone in their depths before she immediately covered it up, tilting her head remarkably feline-like at Liliya. "I never did introduce myself. I'm Nya." She dipped her head slightly - being sure not to give her full name due to the fact she was still in hiding. Her hairclip glittering slightly in the sunlight as she returned her gaze to the arena.

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