Revision as of 20:32, 13 July 2016

Participants

• Cara
• Fenris
• Flora
• Lyas
• Rokarion
• Shira
• Zuri

Date

13/7/479

Log

Down in the tournament grounds, a strange, dome shaped tent where several Creators in their strange (But recently stylish) jumpsuits are setting up some tables and directing the construction of a small stage. This could be exciting!

Cara is slightly familiar with Creator arrivals considering that she has been to a few of them before. However, their arrival is normally rather enlightening when it comes to learning about older races. She is currently wearing her regular outfit since it seemed appropraite considering the occasion. For now, she merely waits a good distance from the dome shaped tent. She leans against one of the vendors and watches from there.

Lyas has never seen Creators land before, and like so many others, the naturally curious cat could not resist the chance to observe the spectacle. The tabby gravitates towards the domed tent, stepping on toes here and there in order to make other beings move out of the way. His pricked ears show keen interest, but he eyes the Creators with a bit of a smirk - fur-less, scale-less and feather-less, they look naked despite their clothing.

Meanwhile, Lady Longtail is making her way across the tournament-field, seemingly trying to figure out where to go... Whether to go for the stands where the majority of nobles seems to be gathering, or whether to mingle in the crowd. On the one hand, the nobles would mean she'd have to interact with less people... On the other hand, the nobles would also practically guarantee having to interact with people. Decissions, decissions...

In the end, she opts for a place near the stands, close enough to the nobles to not be out of place, but far enough that interacting with her would require anyone to move closer to her, first.

Shira is in the middle of the crowd, which is rather bad for her, considering her small stature. She jumps up and down to get a look at the creators, but to no avail. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the glider wriggles her way through the crowd and towards the front where the action is, uttering hurried apologies at the stepping on toes and bumping into beings she does on her way.

"Hands off the stand, Miss," comes a pleasant voice, near Cara, "Unless you plan to buy something." The voice belongs to a rotund tanuki at the other end of the blue cart.

It is not long before the Creators have completed their stage. In fact, it almost seems to build itself. Literally. Struts and planks fly together and a stage unfolds from assorted scraps until a stage comes together, about five feet high, easy for most beings to see. A Creator male strides out onto the stage and waves around to the gathered beings before his voice booms out over the crowd.

"Welcome BEINGS of PROMISE!" he says, his translator obviously altering words that don't quite translate, "We are here to dazzle you with a show of CREATOR MAGIC!"

Cara sighs and backs away from the stand. From there, she walks over to the ground next to the stage, her tail waving through the air. As soon as she is close enough she stops. She raises an eyebrow for a moment, "Why would they be welcoming us?"

At the front of the crowd, Lyas chuckles at the display. Magic is hardly new. He's seen (and failed to understand) plenty of of mathemagic already; what was so special about the Creator brand of it? His interest fading, he begins to edge back into the crowd.

esponding to Cara's voice without looking to identify the speaker, the cat answers, "They might've forgot it's us who lives here and not them, don't you think?"

Flora, for her part, seems to be taking things as they go, so far. Her tail is flicking lightly behind her, and her gaze moving towards the creators, a brow raised. She's got not a single clue about what's going on, but that doesn't mean she's not going to keep an eye on things.

Shira continues fighting her way to the front, eager to see this creator magic. If they come all the way here to show it off it gotta be different than the kind she was using, right? The small being is nearly at the front of the crowd as she bumps into the cat that was already on his way back out before the show even started! Though she has little time to think about that as the force of the collision causes her to fall onto her butt.

The man on the stage waves a hand around to indicate four other creators, two females and a young male. "We are here with special permission from Mister Parson himself to share with you, the wonders of the galaxy beyond this world!" Another wave of the hand and there is an explosion of lights and strange music fills the air! A murmur of appreciation moves through the crowd.

Cara smiles immediately and upon seeing the explosion of light. Hopefully most of the magic involves spells that work like that. Cara immediately turns to address the sudden voice though, "They probably don't know our language."

"You could be right there," Lyas agrees, still moving backwards into the crowd - probably stepping on more toes on the way back than he had forwards. Probably. Turning his head at last to see the speaker, he nods and grins at her. "Cara! Shouldn't you be out punchin' elementals with your bare hands, or sommat?" It's at this point that he notices a weight hit his back, and jumps forwards a step. His first thought is to run his hands over his pockets and belt-pouch - it isn't uncommon for unsavoury Being to use a collision as a cover while pickpocketing - but, that done, he turns to see Shira on the ground. "Are you going to watch from there?" he asks, smiling widely. "Or mayhap you can crawl to the front?"

Flora is... Not exactly impressed, so far. Light is easy. Music is easy, too. Nothing overly exciting yet, so far. To be fair, a lot of things are easy for the creators, so it's going to take a good bit of effort to impress Lady Longtail...

Shira rubs her behind as she gets up. Her eyes find the feline's and she smiles. "Sorry! And yeah! Thats a good idea, actually, the crawling, I mean. But I am so close, I am sure I make it to the front without doing that." She giggles and squeezes past Lyas and between two heavy clans that block her sight.

Zuri slinks his way past another set of legs, still trying to find the front of the crowd. Heck, at this point he'd settle for anywhere that allows him to see even the slightest thing that's going on up front! He's spent a few minutes trying to navitage this veritable forest tightly-packed beings. He finally emerges somewhere on the side of the room, poking his head out to look at the stage, and panning to regard the crowd. The small pegasus-mander gasps as he spots Lyas not far from him, and re-enters the forest of legs only to emerge near Lyas again a few minutes later, about the time the music starts. "Hiya!" He calls out chirpily, before poking his head out to peer at the Creators. "Did I miss much?"

The Creators on stage are all smiles as the lightshow continues, creating whorls and and patterns in the sky, even in the light of day! The four creators each retrieve a fist sized white ball from a case and launch into flight, trailing light behind them as they zoom out over the crowd. But it is like no air mathemagic on Promise, there is no wind blowing them about, nothing to indicate that they are using air magic at all!

Cara rolls her eyes immediately, "Lyas, I'm not always punching out elementals." The feline finally notices someone sneak between Lyas' legs. She waves to Zuri and responds bluntly, "Nope, the show just started." Then, Cara sets her attention back to the show.

Lyas watches Shira go, a grimace on his face as she squeezes past much larger Beings: the little glider seems set to get herself knocked flat again very soon. Shaking his head, he turns to greet Zuri cheerfully, clapping the salamander on the shoulder and then proceeding to lean on him carelessly. "Ah, of course. Sorry. Sometimes you're punching golems, no doubt," he says to Cara, amending his earlier statement. His head jerks as he follows the movement of the white balls across the sky, tail twitching as he wonders if he could possibly get his paws on one.

Flora scratches her head, although she still doesn't seem all too impressed. After all, light is easy. Her tail flicks behind her, keeping a close eye on the various balls of light, tracking the primary orbs, and disregarding the ones they leave behind.

Shira squeezes through a couple more beings and has done it! She is at the front and can watch the show! And she does! Her mouth gapes a little at the spectacle on stage and she keenly watches.

Zuri peeks through the front of the crowd. He's keeping his wings nicely tucked, lest he risk having them crushed by the milling crowd. Ever the easy pegamander to impress, he's instantly enraptured by the display in front of him, gasping aloud and clapping happily as the creators take flight in seeming complete defiance of gravity, without wings or noticeable mathemagic. He hops up and down on the balls of his feet. "Wow! That's awesome!" He looks up at Cara and smiles brightly, giving her a quick wave in greeting before returning his attention to the show.

Rokarion arrives rather late to the show, he blames the low-level advertising compared to that park tour or whatever. Noticing the amount of beings here, the plant being sighs, glancing the flying creators before focusing his gaze on the blob of beings in front of him. The plant being decides to move to one side of the group and begins making his way through the beings there, knocking on a being's shoulder, telling another being that someone else is asking for him, and other forms of no so innocent misdirection.

It is easy to see the intended spectacle from just about anywhere on the tournament grounds as the flying creators zoom about over the crowd and the strange music with it's heavy percussion is easily heard all around. Rokarion's tactics seem to work though, allowing him to catch up to his little companion.

The older male Creator stops his zooming around to stand, unmoving in the air! "Release the MONSTER!" he calls out, his translator obviously changing whatever that last word was.

At his command, the now vacant stage suddenly splits open in the center and a horrible, gurgling roar issues forth! A long, slimy tentacle bursts up from whatever space lies beneath, followed by dozens more. Then some THING heaves itself up and floats above the stage. It seems to be all eyes and teeth and tentacles that writhe and hover with no effort from whatever the creature is.

Cara crosses her arms over her chest as she watches the show. It should be interesting to see how they're going to handle the giant beast. Of course, something seems a little on why they would bring a creature like that here. After all, it could actually hurt someone.

Lyas sidles behind Zuri, using the diminutive salamander as a shield as he watches the show. Not knowing anything of Creator magic, he wonders if the beast before them is real or not - but best to err on the side of caution, whatever the case. "Bet that glider's regretting getting herself to the front now," he says, to anyone listening. "So, Cara - what d'you think about puttin' your punching skills to use on /that/ thing?"

That's a... Curious development, to say the least. Flora's tail is flitting about, her eyes fixated on the sights before her. Still, there's no reason to worry, this is clearly all part of the show... Might as well wait and see where things go from here, no?

Shira's mouth continues to gape as the monster comes out of hiding, her eyes darting between creators and creature. Several beings around her, though by far not all, seeing how they are as distracted as she is, take a step away from her as what seems to be small sparks flow down her spine and make her fur there stand up.

Zuri visibly tenses as the tentacled monster appears. It reminds him of another creature he's encountered in the past. An encounter that was not very pleasant. He's still amazed enough that he smiles. "Wow, that is one fancy illusion!" He giggles, then looks back at Lyas with a smile. "It's just like when Captain Bellamy was trying to calm everyone down about Kitsunes, they had a public illusion show of sorts. You can do a lot of cool stuff with it!" He looks back at the creature, and allows himself to bite his lip after letting out a little nervous snort. That thing looks -too- real for him, even...

Rokarion continues his mischievous path until he reaches a blue short being. Knowing who he is, the plant being decides to simply stay there since the view was good enough from here. The flowerling quickly takes out his notebook and pen as the strange creature appears to the crowd, now this is what he came here for. Watching the creature, Roka begins to draw a sketch of it, wondering if he could catch a Creator after the end of the show to question them.

Zuri's reaction basically sums up the general reaction of the crowd. There is some nervous applause when the creature appears, and scattered murmurs of interest.

Then the thing destroys the stage.

The thing's rolling, red eyes all seem to focus down at it's former prison, then it raises a collection of mismatched tentacles and smashes the structure into splinters! Someone screams and beings are scrabbling to get away from the ruined stage!

The magically flying Creators all produce short rods or wands of some kind from their belts and whiz around. "Have no fear, BEINGS of PROMISE" calls out the older of the two females, "The MONSTER cannot hurt you while we are here!" She zips forward as one of the creature's tentacles reaches out toward the crowd, extending her wand. A sudden crackle of lighting leaps from the slim rod and strikes the extended tentacle and the beast sucks it back to its central mass. The other creators are doing the same all around the thing.

Cara widens her eyes immediately and backs away from the remnants of the large stage. She glares directly at Lyas, "You just had to press your luck with that statement, didn't you?!" She shakes her head in response and shouts to the rest of the audience, "Everyone at the front needs to back away now!"

Lyas shrugs nonchalantly, though his tail has fluffed out to three times its usual size. "Gotta push my luck, else it goes nowhere," he tells Cara. He puts a hand to his sword and half-draws it, then releases the blade clumsily in order to avoid slicing a panicked Being rushing by. Cursing, he shoves it back within the sheathe, then darts forward, clearing the crowd. "If this's their idea of a good show..." he grumbles to Zuri as he moves.