Post by Wolfe on Jan 24, 2019 18:40:23 GMT -5
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[attr="class","boldtext"]Honestly? She was expecting something a little more… organized. This was supposed to be the grand tournament to recruit the new class for Haven, right? So why was there so much standing around? The actual layout was simple enough for the preliminary rounds, for ‘wild cards’ like her they needed to win two matches total in order to advance. One against the other ‘wild cards’, those who didn’t graduate or were in their last year of a primary combat academy, and one against a pool of everyone. This was due to the fact that every farm boy with a wish signed up for this thing, and some of them even made it past initial screening. Cutting the field in half twice was needed in order to ensure that the number stayed at 64 for the actual tournament… it made sense, but in practice it was just annoying. The blonde was one of the first matches, and it barely lasted ten seconds bell to bell. The guy rushed her, and she grabbed his arm and threw him into the wall where his aura broke. Then she had to sit there and stay in the area doing whatever the fuck for like an eternity while the other ‘wild cards’ got done with their matches. The worst part is, most of the fights weren’t even interesting! There were dozens of them, and half were just like watching two drunk uncles swing and miss at each other for like five minutes until someone got a lucky hit to end the shame and embarrassment of having the fight go on for even longer. It got a little bit better when the wild card matches were over, and they intermixed with the kids from the combat schools. There were some actual threats there… but you still had the occasional just steaming turd of a fight and some of the weirdest looking freak shows she had ever seen walking through those halls. There was a lizard dude, a guy who looked like he just came out of a bicycle safety commercial with a bright ass green helmet and everything, some weirdo who carried around a guitar case filled with sand, and some fat kid who apparently had to eat to activate his semblance… which was turning into a human ball and rolling at people. It must suck to go through life with a shitty semblance like that while trying to become a Huntsman. In fact, a good percentage of semblances Rose had seen today were quite frankly pretty shitty. Good enough to become like a town guard or a bandit or a military member, sure, but maybe not enough to actually become one of the world’s best fighters. Call her unimaginative, but she failed to see how turning into a giant fat ball was going to help anyone face off against a Nevermore. Currently, she was off by herself a bit on the south side of the smaller arena they were using for the preliminary rounds. The blonde was wearing a red leather jacket left unzipped to reveal a plain black tee shirt underneath. She also wore a ripped-up pair of dark blue jeans and black combat boots to complete the ensemble. She also carried around a red and silver sword with the blade being approximately one hundred and ten centimeters (110cm) long. The blade was in its scabbard now, simply leaned against the metal chair that the girl was sitting in. She didn’t even bother drawing it in her first match, so the capabilities of it were thus far unknown. There were short intermissions between blocks of matches, and one had just started. Rose hadn’t had her second match, because it was just her luck that there would be literal hours in between her first and second match. She was trapped here until that happened, because her name could be called at any time. Green eyes were still on the arena, though largely out of habit than anything else. She may as well spend the time studying her potential opponents going forward rather than napping like some of the others, and besides… She had packed a small backpack absolutely chock full of food. She had already consumed one bag of beef jerky and was onto her second at that very moment. The stuff was absolutely loaded with protein, which was essential in keeping her strength up in the long term. She had seen the type of food they were selling around the stadium, and unless you were that fat rolly kid who needed to eat cake in order to be useful… most competitors would be smart to pass. The last thing Rose wanted was to punch someone in the gut and have them puke up some half-digested cake bits on her arm, that’d be absolutely fucking disgusting. Not unlike the smell in the area she was in right now, funnily enough. It was indoors, with an upraised stone platform about half the size of the real arena put up in the middle with rows of foldable steel chairs being put around it. There was a table for water and one for basic fruits and shit, but since it had been in use since very early in the morning the place absolutely reeked of sweat and the body odors of the participants that had started out as well over a hundred, probably closer to two hundred. The losers got sent home, of course, but the stench they left behind… especially the ones who decided to spit and sweat all over the floor and shit stuck around. The referees tried to open up the doors to let some circulation go through, but all that did was freeze the fuck out of everyone so they decided to stick with the stink over being slightly less rancid and also freezing. There was an internal air circulation system, of course, but it wasn’t good enough for the job. It simply got overpowered by the massive amount of smelly teenagers within its walls, and some of those nasty fucks didn’t even bother showering this morning. Or maybe even this week by the smell of them before the fighting even started. Sitting alone wasn’t the worst thing in the world under these circumstances, not at all. | Word Count: 1043 Tag: Open Combat Abilities: E rank Semblance F ranked weapon E ranked strength F ranked stamina |
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