ONB Tournament Entry

Shin, after his long match, walked out.

"Gotta split, see you later, call me if you want a good time beautiful, chow for now!" Burt cried out crudely, his slippers squeaking on the floor as he ran as fast as he could to get back to Dentech (a distance any rational person would traverse with A PLANE).

((Dropping out of tournament, sorry :[ ))

((Good look against that NPC Raig! :'D))

Damian walked into the room and started to write in the book...

To whom it may concern,

I apologize, but due to problems beyond my control, I have to forfeit our fight. I must admit though, even then you'd still mop the floor with me. I hope you aren't too disappointed, but I figured you'd get a better challenge or have an easier time to prepare.

sorry for the disappointment,

Damian and Void

As he walked out, Damian muttered, "I wonder if I still can get that prize..."

Having watched the match to decide his opponent to the end, Mill didn't take much time after to leave the lounge and go back to the sign in desk. It didn't take much looking to see that the tournament officials had already prepared everything for the next round, including a new sign-in list. Anyis's name was right were it was supposed to be, and Mill signed his own name next to hers before walking off to his respective terminal. He was much more relaxed this time, probably because he wasn't rushing to not be late like before.

Mazer walked in through the doors of the colosseum and back to the registration desk. After signing in for his match, he moved over to the lounge to wait patiently for his cue to head over to the battle area.

Quote (Niax)

To whom it may concern,

I apologize, but due to problems beyond my control, I have to forfeit our fight. I must admit though, even then you'd still mop the floor with me. I hope you aren't too disappointed, but I figured you'd get a better challenge or have an easier time to prepare.

sorry for the disappointment,

Damian and Void

"Shame," Duke said, noticing the entry as he left the lounge to sign in for the next round. "I was looking forward to that."

"Probably got scared," Pianissimo commented through the PET as Duke signed in for the next round. "Don't know whether he's smart or just a coward."

"Could be," Duke yawned as he finished, then wandered back to the lounge.

Descending from the air after jumping down a nearby building, Shin made his way to the lobby and signed in, then went into the lounge and waited.

"Hey Shin, did you buy anything to eat?" Red inquired.

"Yup, got some popcorn on my way here," Shin said, pulling out a bag of fresh popcorn.

"Hehe, alright, when we're at full stomach, we can't lose!" the red-caped wonder shouted, pumping her fist into the air.

"Alright, let's jack you in! Red_Riding_Hood.exe, Transmission!" the self-proclaimed ace shouted as he found his battle stadium.

Ceres, realizing that everyone was leaving the spectator lounge, decided to follow the group until he managed to arrive at the registration desk. Absentmindedly strolling up to the sign-up sheet, he scribbled his name next to his navi's and turned around, looking for the room marked on the sheet. Locating it, Ceres began walking towards it without a word, and Enigma was content with his period of rest between busting and battling.

Yawning out loud, Na'im walked up to the counter again and glanced at the woman behind it with one eye shut. "Should I sign in again...? You already know my name. Well, it should be OK." Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he walked off to the tournament hall and, after reaching there and setting up his keyboard-shaped PET properly, sent Djinni towards the battlefield.

"See, I told you everything was fine. That was a wasted trip in its entirety." lectured Sommelier.

"Yes... yes... I got it..." panted Louis, who was out of breath after having run back to the cafe between matches to make sure his fiscal ship wasn't sinking without him around. After having a few moments to himself, Louis took one more deep breath, and regained his composure. "Well, that killed enough time regardless. The second round seems to have started." explained Louis as he signed in.

"Do you know who we're fighting?" asked Sommelier.

"Says here that you're against "Red.exe". It looks like they've signed in already, so we'll probably meet them as soon as we go to the terminal." answered Louis informatively.

"Sounds good. I like to get a few words in with my opponent before we fight." nodded Sommelier as her Operator took her off to the terminal.

Steve burst into the main lobby from the spectator's area, and jogged up to the sign-in sheet. "Hm." he thought aloud. "Must have not been as late as I thought." he said as he signed his name and darted off in the other direction, where his arena was.

"Everyone is already prepared for the battle...but still no sign of that Mill guy."

Marius calmly walked into the entry room and proceeded to the sign-up sheet, where he placed his signature and his basic information. He gave the friendly bow to the women behind the counter and walked into his assigned area.

Aelieth made his way to the sign in table. Penning his name in the appropriate line, he thanked the woman and made his way to his arena terminal. Passing a monitor with the Round 2 roster, he stopped when he saw his bracket. "Gunther.exe? I thought we were facing an Exorcist.exe..." he mused, his eyebrows furrowing once more. Confused, he continued on his way and jacked Holoß into the arena.

"Maybe this'll get worked out when our opponent arrives..."

Grinning wide, Soryu appeared in the hallway and immediately stampeded towards the challenger's hall as he held his arms stretched out to the front as if he were a flying superhero. "Wooooosh," Soryu muttered as he went on his peculiar way.

"...Gosthe..." Linkman quietly whined as he felt the eyes that were prying in the back of his Operator. A quiet sigh came over his lips, quickly followed by his voice, "Well, this is fine..."

"Signing in, signing in~" Joanne said breathlessly as she nearly tumbled into the room. She looked about, then took out a pen and signed in. "...I think this came from the cafe. I'll have to return it."

The towering figure of a man named Bruce Maxwell entered the Colosseum Lobby, and walked straight up to the registration desk with a lazy stride. He looked at the time, and realized he'd made it (barely) on time (as usual). "See? Told you we'd make it."

"Never worried 'bout it, Bruce." His Navi, Gunther.EXE replied as Bruce signed them in and headed on to the arena.

When Rose arrived in the lobby she stopped running, as she realized she'd only cause a scene. As a result, she strolled at a good, but seemingly leisurely pace, towards the front desk.

When she arrived, she quickly pulled out her notepad and glanced the list over for the names of the Navis and Operators battling; the ones she hadn't seen in the original line-up.

After taking them down and not thinking much of them, she closed the pad, dropped it into her pocket, and stepped backwards as quickly as she could without attracting attention in the lobby. Once she was away from the desk, she turned, walked quickly into the hall, and took off once more at a sprint for the Spectators' Lounge.

Shin and Red headed out.

"Where to next?" Red inquired gleefully as Shin threw his bag of popcorn away.

"Wherever the wind blows!" Shin shouted, jumping into the distance.

Mazer walked out of the tourney room and looked around.
"Huh, I never got the chance to give Djinni our email address... I wonder if her NetOp is still here."

He continued to look around, but he was distracted when Mach's voice came from the PET.
[[i]Hey Mazer, we got an invitation to coffee from Mr Fujiwara and Red.[/i]]
"Really?"
Mazer looked at the email, and quickly sent a response.
"Well, then. Lets celebrate your victory over coffee!"
[[i]Our victory. I'd be nothing without you and Aera.[/i]]

Mazer smiled as he walked out of the colosseum doors and off to his next destination.

"Hmph, what a let-down," Soryu grumbled, fiddling with his PET as he exited out of the match area. "I swear I fixed this thing last time. When we get back, I'll FORCE YOU TO WATCH A POOP!" the Sharoian threatened, glaring at his navi.

"B-but, Gosthe... i-it couldn't be helped. Y-you should b-blame the Colosseum for h-having such c-crappy connection!" Linkman stammered, cowering from Soryu for no apparent reason, like he always did.

"ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME!?" Soryu growled, giving a more intense glare at Linkman, rendering the trader navi speechless and frightened, so much so, that he had managed to curl himself up into a perfect ball.

"Hmph," Soryu mumbled, jumping once he reached the outside.