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Paradisus Perditaque

Paradisus Perditaque

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What: Closing Arena Ceremonies
Where: Aries Arena & Televised
Summary: 1/24/10AC
Warnings: This could get serious...but who knows.

The last week and a half had been, at best, an insane blur of lights, colors, Persona and celebrations.

And while your own victories have been appreciated by the population, you are, after all, Visitors. No playing in the main competition. Not even proper brackets, you were just lucky to be allowed to be IN the tournament as a main show at all! It was a great honor, and you should accept it as such.

That's show business for you.

The main news that had been on everyone's lips was that the longtime champion, Blue Sky Dragoon, had been beaten by his long-time rival, Royal Red Lion for top honors this year. Red Lion (real name Bunrakuken Karube, although they couldn't say that in public due to the new rule this year) had created the biggest upset since the event's creation ten years ago. For him, it was a monumental victory, as it meant he would be, more or less, the hero for the city for the next year. For Blue Sky Dragoon, it meant his reign of five years had finally come to an end.

Needless to say, the second place contestant looked rather bitter as he was ushered into the podium for the main division.

In the end, there had been no interruptions. The entire Games had gone off without a hitch. Your efforts had been appreciated during the course, however, and you were all invited for the final closing ceremonies. Kiyoshi Suou was still on alert, unwilling to relax even a little.

For the most part, closing ceremonies were trivial, and, dare we say, boring. The energy from the tournament had been slowly declining, and by the third national song and a kabuki reenactment of the final battle between Dragoon and Lion, most were trying not to doze off.

And yet...you...as Visitors. There's a strange feeling around you. It's not the lack of energy from the civilians, no.

Something isn't right.

Unfortunately you can't prove that and you can't stop what's going on but...you can try looking around. But you should probably be as discreet as possible, all things considered. While you can't just search the arena during the ceremony, there is still the underbelly of the stadium, athletes you could talk to, policemen on the job...

...it's like trying to finding a needle in a haystack.

[OOC - Alright timeline of events: Tonight is going to be just mingling, assessing the crowd and seeing what you can find. Create closed or open posts, or just watch the show and comment between yourselves. We have some NPCs that can talk with you (anyone who has an NPC, or was given NPC info for this log are free to have them be around), or you can talk amongst yourselves; this is, after all a celebration, although an apparently boring one.

Once this post is done, there will also be a mod post going up with a few additions about what is going to go down tomorrow, and some announcements! Our tentative hour for the main event will be the 24th at 6-7PM EASTERN tomorrow. Be there!]

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Loken stands ready, glowering at the cloud, his armor a dull grey in the various and varied lights of the stadium, watching from a high bleacher where he stands all alone, his foreboding presence scaring the locals off a bit. His techno-artificed eyes are scanning the whole place, though. Thoroughly.

Loken may be foreboding, but nothing knows fearlessness quite like a small child.

"Mister, are you wearing a trash can? 'Cos you kinda look like you're wearing one."

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"A trash can? No, this is armor." He kneels so that he is closer to eye-level with the kid.

"It's big armor."

The kid shuffles, then reaches up to try and pat Loken's helmet. Then, she stepped back and struck a vaguely sentai-ish pose.

"My name's Tomomi. Tomomi Nanami! And I'm here watching for badguys!"

"Good to know you, Tomomi. I am Cerberus, and that is why I am here as well." He lets her pat his helm without any reaction. He is... with mortals, anyway, surprisingly gentle and kind.

"Are you a hero like Red Hawk, and Blue Swan?" The girl paused, and then enthusiastically pumped her arms. "Oh! You can be Black Condor!"

Enthused with her apt nicknaming, she did another pose, and pressed a button on the plastic belt she was wearing. It gave off a tinny jingle, and a few lights flashed. "I'm Kamen Fighter Ladybird! I'll spot crime wherever it hides...!!!"

"No, I'm not a hero. I'm just a man."

Says a fellow who by all standards both ancient and modern is absolutely a hero.

"Is that your... ah, transformation belt?"

"But..." The girl seemed like she wanted to argue, but was momentarily distracted by her belt's final notes.

"Yep! Mild-mannered Lyoko becomes Kamen Fighter Ladybird with a pose and a swipe of her belt!" Tomomi was beaming by that point. "I'm going to get armor and be a hero too, someday! Its my...c-civic...civic duty!"

"We all have our duties, I'm sure you'll perform them well." He nods his head reassuringly, while still scanning for possible trouble.

Sadly, Tomomi wasn't nearly as diligent as she fancied herself, and soaked up the praise instead of their surroundings.

"My mama told me that the strange visitors were bad, but I guess she was lying."

"She wasn't wrong, some of them are bad. But they're people, like anyone else. There are good and bad people wherever you go."

As for which he is, well, he wouldn't venture on which one. It depended entirely on who you asked.

Tomomi wrinkled her brows, and mulled the thought over. It seemed difficult for her to accept, but eventually she did nod. "Maybe you're right. But...you Visitors aren't really invading, are you?"

"No, we're not. We are here to help."

Or to pursue our own agendas, he silently adds. And, after all, if they were here to invade, they might well have won by now, with just Meetra and himself. Two people who have both overseen successful planetary assaults would have little trouble with a city.

"We're just here to do a job, and then we'll go home."

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Garviel will be getting a vox signal here. Thankfully, there's no interference over this channel but Kais is elsewhere. Resting a bit after getting thrashed in his own fight.

Still, like all Imperial Tech, it comes in very scratchy and filled with static.

"Space Marine."

"Yes?" Loken has an idea who it is, even with the static. No one else would ever address him simply as 'Space Marine.'

He scans for targets, assuming Anoli threat is likely if Kais is deigning to contact him.

"If I can feel this, you can too, correct?"

It never hurt to keep one's guard up. And it does feel like something big will be happening soon.

"Yes. I can. I don't like it. Too many civilians around here. Do you see anything?"

His bolter is in his hand instantly, racking the slide on it. Something -must- be about to happen. BUt.... what?

"Nothing that is too abnormal. I am underneath the stadium itself."

Which would explain the static. Metal and a little bit of distance doesn't make for good communication.

"Good positioning. Let us know if you see infiltration there, we'll move to respond. I'm far above, in the upper stands. I'll probably send Nikolai or someone lower down to help you if it gets into a brawl."

"Good afternoon, Sir Cerberus!"

Lizzie is climbing up towards him, basket in hand. She shows no sign of exertion from the climb, only a cheerful pink over her skin from her makeup. "My fiancé had to step out for a moment so I thought I might keep you company, if you'd like it."

Garviel removes his helm and nods politely to her. "Good afternoon mamzel. I won't deny the pleasure of your company." That being said, his face is the usual pale, stoic mask, as he scans the crowds with concern in his hearts.

She gives him a little curtsy before standing at his side, letting him continue watching over the arena. She is uncharacteristically quiet, a tribute to the worry she shares with him about the day's events.

"Nothing yet. These events are by their nature insecure, however. I wonder about the wisdom of this whole course of action."

He trails off, continuing to look out across the crowds. "There has to be a better way."

"To look for trouble before it looks for us? I agree. If I had a support-based Persona, it might have helped with some sort of search, but I don't. And I couldn't say who does."

"To some extent, but I think we're risking far too many civilian lives to lay a trap of dubious effectivenss, truthfully."

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