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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The tournament grounds are taken up mostly by a large Creator vessel, it's hold open wide for a stream of the curious to flow in and out of the ship! A number of creators wearing their strange, uniform like clothing stand guard over everything, making sure that no beings go where they don't belong. A plethora of wonderous contraptions lie scattered around an open area the size of a jousting field, awaiting those who wish to test their mettle! A Creator wearing a rather silly looking chain of office stands with a clipboard at the entrance to the field, taking names and information on those who wish to enter.<br> <br>Kalt makes her way up to the tournament grounds, dressed in her armor with her sword at her side. The Vixen's gaze traveling to all the contraptions as she frowns for a moment, remembering her new duties for the moment at least. All the same, she soon bows deeply to the Creator at the entrance holding the clipboard before speaking. "Evenin' heard you lot were goin' an' testin' folks round here an' all?"<br> <br>Cassidy reaches up to adjust her hat, whistling merrily as she saunters onto the tournament grounds. "Kalt! Good to see you. Yes, I am curious as to just what's going on here! Tests and challenges? I'd be happy to participate!"<br> <br>Natska enters the tournament grounds at Cassidy's side, the jaguar looking around and taking in the scene. She nods her head towards the Creator with the clipboard and taps her fingers to her hat brim, then gives him a smile, and waits to hear his spiel.<br> <br>Thelergramor walks slowly into the tournament grounds, not far from Cassidy and Natska. Ignoring the pain from his injuries for now. The wolf brought all of his weapons and equipment; a recently aquired chainmail shirt is worn under his torn and bloodied coat. Stepping up beside the two he followed, he looks to the creator. Makes no bow nor gesture to him. Just stares at him from behind his mask.<br> <br>Rainer is standing tall and proud, fists on his hips and chest outthrust, with his tail swaying in a continuous, but casually-paced wag. Casting a glance back over his shoulder, he remarks to the poor sap that happens to be behind him in line, "I was the first person to set eyes on a Creator since they left us here, y'know." He starts to turn his attention forward again, but then looks back again, conceeding, "Well okay, there were some others there with me, even still~" The line shuffles forward, and he with it. "They taught us this weird Creator greeting, wait 'til you see it!" And so, when his turn comes up at the registrar, he ... extends a hand to rub the poor human's nose with his palm.<br> <br>Jendayi arrives to the grounds in all her towering glory, sphinx rubbing her hands together and smiling broadly as she makes a beeline towards the Creator taking information. "Excuse me," she asks at as delicate a tone as she can muster, "Do you happen to know where I may sign up for the... the..." She rolls her hand in gesture, trying to find the right word, before giving up and just waving at the area in general. "This thing you are asking for Beings for?" At the sight of Rainer reaching out for the human, every muscle in her body tenses up like steel, and she draws a sharp breath in through her teeth as she grimaces.<br> <br>Adolphus had of course head the Creator vessel hand landed. The big hippo does wander in with his mail and leather, and his war hammer strapped to his back. Military rank upon his shoulder, the royal would first stop with whoever looked in charge. "Greetings." he rumbles "I welcome you to Firmament and the nation of Sweetwater. Though I have to ask formally, you have permission from Commander Parson to be here, and none of your experiments will interfear with the Beings here ,or cross any of the treaties already signed and witnessed?" the offical looking Good has to at least ask first. <br> <br>The creator looks up from his clipboard, at least it looks like a clipboard, but it seems to have no paper on it! More creator magic, no doubt. He looks over those who have come to show what they can do. "Thank you all for-" he breaks off as Rainer puts a hand directly in his face! He blinks in confusion for a moment, but decides to act as if the action didn't bother him. "Thank you," he says to Rainer, probably setting a dangerous precident. He then turns to address Adolphus, hesitating a moment before bending awkwardly at the waist. "All of our paperwork is in order YOUR HIGHNESS," his translator inserts the proper honorific and he makes a few motions over his clipboard before turning it to the hippo, "You will find all of the proper permissions here." |
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| + | "As for the rest of you," he says as Adolphus looks at the little screen, "Thank you for volunteering! We hope to learn more of your people and have a better understanding of one another by seeing what you are capable of." The man points back at all of the equipment. "These machines will measure your strength and speed as you use them," he says, "If each of you would please step forward to state your name and allow us to scan your vitals." He holds up a small white box that glows with a soft white light.<br> <br>Kalt blinks at Rainer's actions, but it seemed the creator approved! She'd have to take note of this for the future, good things to learn after all. As the Creator addresses them, she gives a slight nod and steps forward, pointing a thumb at her armor. "You gonna be needin' me outta this then an' such?" Before she clears her throat. "Ah, Kalt Tiefkuhl." She says while looking at the small box as she leans forward slightly.<br> <br>The little box glows and a gridwork of light is projected onto Kalt as she stands before the Creator. There is a sense of warmth for a moment, then the box dings! and the machine spirit burbles something friendly sounding before the light vanishes, making ready for the next being!<br> <br>Cassidy raises her brow and glances at Natska for a moment before she approaches the box, adjusting her mask. "Cassidy Solacious. I'm not the strongest around, but I'm quite fast! Speedy and mobility is my strong suit!" Even when wearing her suit-suit.<br> <br>Natska tilts her head to the side, watching the process as it unfolds, hands on her hips. Her ear twitches as the box dings and gibbers, and she waits for her turn to introduce herself. "Natska," she states, tail swishing.<br> <br>Thelergramor shrugs, steps up and speaks: "Thelergramor Alverriss." Yep. Definitely his real name. No reason to lie to the creators, as much as he wanted to. He waits to be 'scanned' or, however he puts it incorrectly in his mind.<br> <br>The same grid appears across Thelergramor's front as has the others but after the little machine makes its bell tone, the machine spirit murmurs something and the Creator man frowns. "I am sorry, sir," he says through his translator, "But my readings indicate that you are unfit for these tests. Please step out of the line." He smiles a bit shakily as Rainer takes his spot and returns the wolf's surprising gesture, rubbing his pointed lupine muzzle. | ||
Revision as of 03:18, 18 August 2014
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Date
17/8/477
Log
The tournament grounds are taken up mostly by a large Creator vessel, it's hold open wide for a stream of the curious to flow in and out of the ship! A number of creators wearing their strange, uniform like clothing stand guard over everything, making sure that no beings go where they don't belong. A plethora of wonderous contraptions lie scattered around an open area the size of a jousting field, awaiting those who wish to test their mettle! A Creator wearing a rather silly looking chain of office stands with a clipboard at the entrance to the field, taking names and information on those who wish to enter.
Kalt makes her way up to the tournament grounds, dressed in her armor with her sword at her side. The Vixen's gaze traveling to all the contraptions as she frowns for a moment, remembering her new duties for the moment at least. All the same, she soon bows deeply to the Creator at the entrance holding the clipboard before speaking. "Evenin' heard you lot were goin' an' testin' folks round here an' all?"
Cassidy reaches up to adjust her hat, whistling merrily as she saunters onto the tournament grounds. "Kalt! Good to see you. Yes, I am curious as to just what's going on here! Tests and challenges? I'd be happy to participate!"
Natska enters the tournament grounds at Cassidy's side, the jaguar looking around and taking in the scene. She nods her head towards the Creator with the clipboard and taps her fingers to her hat brim, then gives him a smile, and waits to hear his spiel.
Thelergramor walks slowly into the tournament grounds, not far from Cassidy and Natska. Ignoring the pain from his injuries for now. The wolf brought all of his weapons and equipment; a recently aquired chainmail shirt is worn under his torn and bloodied coat. Stepping up beside the two he followed, he looks to the creator. Makes no bow nor gesture to him. Just stares at him from behind his mask.
Rainer is standing tall and proud, fists on his hips and chest outthrust, with his tail swaying in a continuous, but casually-paced wag. Casting a glance back over his shoulder, he remarks to the poor sap that happens to be behind him in line, "I was the first person to set eyes on a Creator since they left us here, y'know." He starts to turn his attention forward again, but then looks back again, conceeding, "Well okay, there were some others there with me, even still~" The line shuffles forward, and he with it. "They taught us this weird Creator greeting, wait 'til you see it!" And so, when his turn comes up at the registrar, he ... extends a hand to rub the poor human's nose with his palm.
Jendayi arrives to the grounds in all her towering glory, sphinx rubbing her hands together and smiling broadly as she makes a beeline towards the Creator taking information. "Excuse me," she asks at as delicate a tone as she can muster, "Do you happen to know where I may sign up for the... the..." She rolls her hand in gesture, trying to find the right word, before giving up and just waving at the area in general. "This thing you are asking for Beings for?" At the sight of Rainer reaching out for the human, every muscle in her body tenses up like steel, and she draws a sharp breath in through her teeth as she grimaces.
Adolphus had of course head the Creator vessel hand landed. The big hippo does wander in with his mail and leather, and his war hammer strapped to his back. Military rank upon his shoulder, the royal would first stop with whoever looked in charge. "Greetings." he rumbles "I welcome you to Firmament and the nation of Sweetwater. Though I have to ask formally, you have permission from Commander Parson to be here, and none of your experiments will interfear with the Beings here ,or cross any of the treaties already signed and witnessed?" the offical looking Good has to at least ask first.
The creator looks up from his clipboard, at least it looks like a clipboard, but it seems to have no paper on it! More creator magic, no doubt. He looks over those who have come to show what they can do. "Thank you all for-" he breaks off as Rainer puts a hand directly in his face! He blinks in confusion for a moment, but decides to act as if the action didn't bother him. "Thank you," he says to Rainer, probably setting a dangerous precident. He then turns to address Adolphus, hesitating a moment before bending awkwardly at the waist. "All of our paperwork is in order YOUR HIGHNESS," his translator inserts the proper honorific and he makes a few motions over his clipboard before turning it to the hippo, "You will find all of the proper permissions here."
"As for the rest of you," he says as Adolphus looks at the little screen, "Thank you for volunteering! We hope to learn more of your people and have a better understanding of one another by seeing what you are capable of." The man points back at all of the equipment. "These machines will measure your strength and speed as you use them," he says, "If each of you would please step forward to state your name and allow us to scan your vitals." He holds up a small white box that glows with a soft white light.
Kalt blinks at Rainer's actions, but it seemed the creator approved! She'd have to take note of this for the future, good things to learn after all. As the Creator addresses them, she gives a slight nod and steps forward, pointing a thumb at her armor. "You gonna be needin' me outta this then an' such?" Before she clears her throat. "Ah, Kalt Tiefkuhl." She says while looking at the small box as she leans forward slightly.
The little box glows and a gridwork of light is projected onto Kalt as she stands before the Creator. There is a sense of warmth for a moment, then the box dings! and the machine spirit burbles something friendly sounding before the light vanishes, making ready for the next being!
Cassidy raises her brow and glances at Natska for a moment before she approaches the box, adjusting her mask. "Cassidy Solacious. I'm not the strongest around, but I'm quite fast! Speedy and mobility is my strong suit!" Even when wearing her suit-suit.
Natska tilts her head to the side, watching the process as it unfolds, hands on her hips. Her ear twitches as the box dings and gibbers, and she waits for her turn to introduce herself. "Natska," she states, tail swishing.
Thelergramor shrugs, steps up and speaks: "Thelergramor Alverriss." Yep. Definitely his real name. No reason to lie to the creators, as much as he wanted to. He waits to be 'scanned' or, however he puts it incorrectly in his mind.
The same grid appears across Thelergramor's front as has the others but after the little machine makes its bell tone, the machine spirit murmurs something and the Creator man frowns. "I am sorry, sir," he says through his translator, "But my readings indicate that you are unfit for these tests. Please step out of the line." He smiles a bit shakily as Rainer takes his spot and returns the wolf's surprising gesture, rubbing his pointed lupine muzzle.
