Burt finally arrived at the Colosseum dome, falling onto his hands and knees in exhaustion. He'd run all the way there from the metroline, and he felt like his knees could give way at any second, landing him face-flat on the floor. The room he'd entered was already very crowded, so he could only assume that fighters had begun to assemble for the first matches. "Look around, Exxy," he gasped between breaths, moving his PET around to give her a panoramic view of the other operators. "These guys are all our competition. Not one of em stands a chance against us, but here they all are, anyways, in case you want a look at them."
Exorcist yawned, waking up from her nap groggily. Her eyes opened with a start, greeted by a new surrounding and also new power that she didn't feel she'd had when she fell asleep. "Burt, did you install something while I was asleep? This had better not be a prank or something dirty," she asked with a suspicious glare, crossing her arms across her chest.
"No, no, my sweet navi! Those are all new upgrades that I installed while you were resting your head in slumber," he laughed, adjusting his glasses and showing her the cartridges he'd slotted through. "You're now faster, more endurant, and have available to you new and powerful skills! I even modified your charm cards to some extent." At this point, he still hadn't gotten up off the floor, so he finally hoisted himself up, pulling off his scarf by accident due to having accidentally slapped one palm down upon it. Grumbling, he wrapped the wool scarf back around his neck.
"Oh, well thanks, then. I feel a lot better now, ready to take on anyone!" Exorcist smiled, beaming brightly. Burt twisted up and held his hands to his face, appreciating the smile more than anyone else could (or ought to). "But um, speaking of which, who is my first opponent?" she asked, lifting her hat momentarily to get her hair just how she liked it.
Burt didn't have an answer, so he strolled on up to the announcer who was presenting people with their match-ups. "Excuse me, beautiful," he told the woman with a psuedo-suave flip of his hair, followed by an overdone flip of his scarf; if he'd had any other flaps to flip, he might have flipped them too. "I need to see that sheet of paper... Ah. The guy's name is Orthos. Sounds like a real nobody," he snorted, crossing his arms confidently.
"We can't count anyone out without knowing... uh... well, anything about them," Exorcist coughed, realizing that the statement should really be obvious to anyone with half a brain as it left her mouth. "At any rate, she said we needed to sign in, right? Sign in quickly, then we'll move to the back room and jack in."
"Ha!" Burt snickered, looking down the list of names as he grabbed up the pen for the sign-up sheet. "Look, that Orthos guy isn't even here yet! What if he's a no-show? That'd sure be lucky for us, eh?"
Exorcist sighed, shaking her head in disagreement. "No, I wouldn't personally appreciate it. We came here for training, right? We aren't in this for prizes! If we miss out on any competition, then we'll have defeated the purpose of my participation in this tournament," she explained, tightening up her bow to seal her hair into its long tail.
Burt shrugged with a low frown, sprawling his surprisingly articulate signature across his designated space. "Well, now all we need to do is to proceed into that back room and jack in, eh?" he laughed in a light, carefree tone, strolling on past the woman into the next room. Looking around, Burt saw many terminals, although only a few were occupied. "Ha ha ha! It'll be just like teaching for a podium. I'll be right in my element for this competition!" the teacher smirked, propping up his elbows on his terminal as he jacked his navi into the net.