Posted at 2013-03-01 04:32:31 — Link
(I hope 1x1 are allowed...If not, mods please feel free to lock this thread. Also, just diving straight into this as too many characters to list)
Mags sighed as she pressed through the crowd. So many people and all this before the battles had even begun! Grumbling to herself, she made her way over to where the meal was going to be served. It was nice of them to serve the contestants, but Mags had to wonder if they had poisoned the food or not. Suddenly a hand brushed against hers and she jumped as spiders danced across her mind. Grumbling that so many people seem to have a fear of spiders, she entered the meal hall and started to look around. She was still pretty low in the rankings which was just fine by her. Let her opponents underestimate her; she would gladly mop the floor with their blood.
Zenthim stood in a corner as he let his brown eyes take in all the battlers. It was bound to be an interesting fight just judging by the looks of the people here. Hearing someone enter (although how he heard above the din of the crowd is a mystery), he frowned. The person was small...Had to be the smallest here. Poor gal, he thought as he went back to studying the other particpants. She isn't going to survive the first round.
Teal looked at the other high tier fighters wondering just how long he would last against any of them. He always did this; it wasn't a wise idea to temp fate. His teal colored eyes which he swears was how he got his name, shut as the noise assualted his ears. Couldn't people ever eat quietly? Really. No one should talk with their mouth full like that.
Amethyst was quite enjoying the din of the noise. It didn't make her feel so alone. Her violet colored eyes stared down at her food as she poked at it. It wasn't bad, she just wasn't that hungry. Truth be told, she only came here to scout out both the higher tier which she was a part of and the lower tier which if they were good enough, she herself might be facing.
Terrie weaved through the tables, serving whatever the contestants would like to drink. Unless she hated your guts and then you were lucky not to get your drink poured on your head and your glassed rammed into your face or your butt. Depends on how bad you raise up her ire. The dirty blonde wanted to fight, but had failed most of the smaller qualifying rounds. Sighing, she slide drinks along the table before going back and fetching more. She would find some way into the tournament despite not being registered. You could almost count on it.