Sleeping Bear - Response
Sleeping Bear was only half-listening to the introductions, he really wished he didn't have to do this but his secretary insisted that this was one time where she absolutely couldn't stand in for him. He didn't see why, all they were doing was saying their names and all he was doing was telling a story. He noticed that two of the competitors had spoken to him and would have ignored them if not for fear of losing his dinner as punishment. It took him a moment to think through what they had said and come up with a response, but eventually he did. "Oh, yes, heir to Pride, Lord mentioned you'd be coming. Greetings are welcome and blah blah blah, moving on." He said more or less politely. He then switched his attention to the other man, Vengeful Ant or something like that. "And people rarely live up to their legends. Except maybe Lord, she has a habit of always overdoing things. Stupid pompous tightass." The last part he muttered under his breath so that Lord's heir wouldn't hear him.
He caught on to the trouble brewing on the floor and quickly moved to quell it. "Alright, that's enough. Storytime." He said halfheartedly.
"Once upon a time there was nobody ruling this wasteland. And then I fell asleep and earned the right to rule it. I picked it since sloth seemed fitting to me. But since I never do anything, everybody left. Which is fine because that means less stuff to not do and less dinners to lose to Louise, that's my secretary. She's hot but damn is she strict. She's more like my mom than my secretary." He trailed off, realizing he was getting off track.
And then he decided he didn't feel like talking anymore. The room was awkwardly silent for a moment before Black Idol cheerily spoke up to fill the void.
"Well then, I suppose we're done with the audience, let's get to the arenas and have you all prepared for combat." She said, "Please refer to your personal datascreens* where you've been sent a document detailing all information shared among ll of the challengers. This information is provided to give you a general idea of who you'll be facing in your matches." And with that she led the group out of the room. Sleeping Bear immediately slouched back in his seat and took a nap, simply glad to be done with this stupid audience thing
(OOC: *think Accel World HUDs, they just sort pop up in the air and let you read documents and stuff)
Sloth Chapter - Combat Phase, Empty Field
The air was stale inside the arenas. The stands for each match were mostly silent, only about ten to twenty people sat in them. Many looked like they were only there because it provided shelter from the wind. The field was barren, completely empty. It was neither a specialty field designed to provide variation to combat nor a Standard Field use with Standard One Versus One tournament rules. It looked like someone had taken a stone circle with seats on top, set it down somewhere in the wasteland, and called it an arena. But inside the arenas, held back only by gates that would retract any moment were eight anxious contestants. Some were anxious from excitement, others fear, and the rest anticipation. The gates rose to let them free and eight contestants entered the barren wasteland of an arena for their first match in a tournament to end all tournaments
Adam - Arena, vs. Strider
Adam rolled out into the field the instant the gate went up, unable to hold back his excitement any longer. He didn't know anything about his opponent outside the fact that they were an SFD mech and the eighth seat in the tourney. His mech was designed to deal with the popular FAD build as well as most melee opponents. He had bested plenty of SFDs before, but this was on a totally different level. If Strider wasn't the lowest ranked opponent he'd probably be scared. But she was, and so he wasn't. He rolled out into the field with confidence, ready to crush what he was certain to be the weakest of his opponents.