A short old man, wearing his white and pink bath robe, came rushing into the royal room where the young boy in a black tuxedo suit had called him.
“What is it, Great One?” he asked immediately, after a long run from the showers.
The boy looked at his neatly trimmed nails and yawned. He didn’t answer his servant.
“… Great One?”
The boy sighed, then stood up to face the old man. He looked rather upset. “You do realize that this is an insult to me. Do you?”
It was that moment the servant realized he was still in his bath robe. “But, O Great One, you called me while I was taking a shower and-”
“Silence!” The old man immediately shut his mouth. The boy walked away from his throne and started walking in circles around the old man.
“I believe it’s time,” he whispered to his ear, making the old man stutter. “Have you done all that is required for our special event?” questioned the boy.
“Y-Yes, Great One. We could never forget you and your father’s request.”
“Good, then I shall see all who have been chosen for the event. Please have them at the auditorium, where I shall be making announcements soon. Also, don’t forget to prepare the feast for our special guests once their first round is over. Well, except for the loser, of course. I expect you can prepare everything by the time I come back?”
The old man humbly accepted the boy’s request. “Oh yes, Great One. I will prepare everything before you arrive. And I assure you that the individuals we picked out are very worthy.”
While talking, the old man noticed his master was walking away, as if he was ignored. Suddenly, he stopped. Silence came about the royal room. This meant to the old man that he had somehow angered his master.
“… Great One?” He wasn’t sure what he did to upset him again.
The young man did not look back at his servant. He replied, “I will check on Father. And I expect the battle to run by the time I come back. I want to be able to witness everything.” He left the royal room quietly, and the old man was relieved for the moment. Still, he’s still curious about why the boy’s father would want to hold a Grand Battle. Thinking that it’s none of his business, he hurried to prepare what’s going to become an important tournament of the whole universe.
“Are they still waiting in our auditorium?”
“Yes,” answered everyone in black robes. The old man, Varen, had just arrived to a large room with his subordinates. In this large ballroom, there were many unique beings. All of them are waiting, quietly. Some of them began staring at the group wearing robes. Varen figured that none of them had the guts to stand out and talk to one another.
He stood onto the stage of the auditorium and called out to everyone. “Warriors! Thank you all for participating in this very special event, as only the unique and strongest people may only fight in this tournament. So you all should be praised that you are here to battle!”
The audience was mostly quiet as they continue to listen to Varen. He continued his speech, “I’m sure all of you are eager to fight one another, but before we can start things, my lord will announce the opening of the tournament.”
The boy appeared on stage, like a magician in a show, and dismissed Varen. He turned to the audience and said, “Thank you all, once again. Anyway, all of you are wondering now. What is this battle for? Why should we fight? Are we getting desserts in our dinner meals? Now now, whether you fight for power, fame, or just for the hell of it, there will be prizes. I assure of that, and to throw it in there, the winner of the tournament shall be granted the title of one of the most powerful warriors in the universe! Now, let’s get to know our little competitors‘ names, shall we?”
Darxen closed his eyes and began circling his finger towards the audience, like a roulette. Varen find that a bit awkward, but he is a superior being. While doing so, he explained, “As I called on each one of you, I shall state your name and have one of my servants escort you in front of the door of our dimension transporter. There, you will wait in a line until I finished announcing everyone‘s names.”
Then, Darxen stopped his finger and took a peek. He was pointing at a human-like being, sitting on a wooden bench. “You, sir! Your name is…” Darxen hadn’t had the time to review each contestant.
“It’s Seed Alpha,” whispered Varen, coming up onstage. He has a clipboard containing the list of the fighters, and gave it to Darxen. “Oh… thank you.” He quickly turned to the audience and continued, “You’re Seed Alpha! Yes, Seed Alpha, an Aevan, you are. Please step to the front of that door.” Seed Alpha stood up and, with the aid of one of the men in black robes, went in front of door and continued to listen to Darxen’s announcements from there.
“And you, tall man in black armor, you must be Aether. Please be the second in line to where Seed Alpha is standing.” As he obeyed him, Darxen looked at the list again.
“Let’s see… the one in red in Zygax. And the next one… Zenitro- what? Whatever, you’re that two legged creature, right? You two, go build up that line.” Zygax walked quietly while Zenitropos hurried past Zygax to the line to the transporter. Varen felt a little embarrassed for his master and his informal way of announcing.
“Ileana, the vampire, you’re up. And Clunks, the robot dude, am I right? Go.” Ileana, almost bored of this presentation, went to the line nonetheless. Clunks made his way to the line while making clattering sounds each step he made. The contestants, one by one, were building up the line. Most of the contestants were quiet, while some of them were mumbling to themselves.
Darxen pointed at a little child with antennaes and asked, “And you are…”
“My name is Xolar, mister,” the young boy responded. Darxen found it amusing that not all of the contestants are silent.
“So, you are Xolar. Good good, now please step up to that line,” he ordered. Xolar nodded and hurried himself to the line behind the robot Clunks.
“The white-haired man, playing with his daggers, you are Lass Koike, correct? Please step up to the back of the line. And Arianne, a… Kronosian, right? You’re up after Lass.” His servants aided those two in the line and supervised all the other contestants to make sure no one makes a fuss.
“And last, but not least,” continued Darxen, “It’s… Jane Doe, a… human? Well, whatever, you’re up finally.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever, “ Jane replied as Darxen’s servant lead him to the back of the line.
After finishing everyone’s names, Darxen made a conclusion to his speech. “And knowing everyone’s names, I hope you all enjoy your time in our annual, fateful, everlasting… Grand Battle.”
As he snapped his fingers, his servants escorted each contestant to the dimension transporter. There, all of the competitors were transported to what seemed to be a seaside port town. There are no people in sight in this town. Only buildings and warehouses made out of brick and stone, a few boats, many boxes of fish, and a marketplace. There was also a small forest and grassy plains on the outskirts of the port town. The competitors were scrambled all over the area.
Laughing after Jane was transported to the battlefield, Darxen saw Varen going up to him. “Yes, what is it, old man?”
“It’s not a big problem, Great One, but… don’t you think you should introduce your contestants a little more… formal?”
“Haha, what do you mean?”
“Well, all you do is say your names and tell them to go line up.”
“I am an impatient man, Varen. There’s no way I’d waste time spoiling everyone’s powers. Besides, I want this first round of the Grand Battle to surprise me. It would be nice to see what these people have got, instead of explaining it to everyone else. You know, observe unsaid abilities and what not. Anyway, let’s go ahead and initiate this game.”
Varen could only sigh as his master took out a microphone made from thin air.
As the contestants are looking around at the surroundings, all of them heard a voice from the sky.
“Hello, all! This is Darxen, host of the Grand Battle, speaking. If you’re wondering, all of you have appeared either in a seaside town, a forest, or maybe just out in an open grassy fields. The objectives of your first battle? Well… fight with all you got! Use your surroundings, make truces, and even manipulate others to do your bidding. Do whatever you wish, as long as it takes out one of the contestants! This battle will continue until one person dies! So… shall I say? Let Round One begin!”
Soon, one of the servants came rushing into the room. “Sir!” he called out.
“What is it?” asked Varen. “Can’t you see our master is busy with the beginning of the battle?”
“It’s urgent, Varen! It seems that we have an eleventh contestant!”
“… what?” Varen couldn’t believe him. “There’s an eleventh? I thought we already gathered our people! There’s no way we can have another-”
“One of our men took the extra time to look for a competitor. I guess he wasn’t informed that the search was over long ago.”
While Darxen was speaking into the microphone, Varen sighed. “Well, whatever. Get him in here.”
The servant then escorted a man with wolf-like features in to the room. His body was covered with many scars. Varen felt a bit frightened by this man. “W-What is your name?”
“Wolf,” he answered.
“I see… well, I’m sorry to say this to you, Wolf, but the tournament has already begun and…”
Darxen interrupted the conversation and observed the eleventh competitor.
“Okay… Wolf, right? Please step up into the dimension transporter where you shall begin your first round. Remember, the first one out will end the round.
The man nodded and stepped onto the transporter, where he teleported under the docks. It took a second to realize he was underwater.
“G-Great One! Why?!”
“Why what? That man seem liked a powerful warrior!”
“Still! We have too many contestants as it is! Why would you make the Grand Battle longer? Honestly, this is your father’s idea and-”
Darxen immediately grasped his neck and held him up high. “Wait, I did not get that quite right. What did you say?” Varen, choking heavily, tried to speak out. “… I’m… sorry…”
The boy threw him on the floor and looked at his hand. “Varen, a Grand Battle is a tournament between powerful beings. Not only that it’s probably the most important battle in a lifetime should one participate in, but also an entertaining event to observe. It would be interesting to see more people fight.”
Varen was still trying to catch his breathe as Darxen continues to explain. “Even if you say that more competitors will cause the tournament to become longer in duration, I can always hold special rounds. Special rounds capable of eliminating two or more people. Now, if you excuse me, I‘ll be watching this Grand Battle in my room now.”
Before Darxen made his way out of the auditorium, he mentioned one more thing. “By the way, Varen, this may be father’s idea, but I am in control.”
Varen stood up, recovering from his master’s grasp. To think he had actually upset Darxen, and almost cost him his life. He sat on the wooden bench to where Seed Alpha was sitting before, and rested. Then, one of the servants came into the room. “Varen, the package of Dr. Pepper has arrived.”
Varen nodded and made his way out of the auditorium, now dark and empty, to go watch the Grand Battle with the other servants as well.
((The bolded words are pretty important. Now, remember that there’s no length requirement (your post can be shorter than mine), and that you can control other characters. Note on how I did my post, though it was a sloppy job. Anyway, all of you can start wherever you want in the first round, except for Cereal, since I made his character start underwater. He can swim, right?))
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