Paradisus Perditaque

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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!]

Comments

Open!

[primordial]

While everyone is being nervous over what this sudden silence before the storm could mean, there does seem to be one person who actually seems to be taking it in stride.

This guy standing near the edge of the crowd, watching the rest of the people pass him...because while everyone is shuddering, he's almost on the verge of smiling.

Even though he should feel antsy about this (and he does), he's enjoying it because finally, finally there was something that he could possibly take advantage of.

People were at their most vulnerable when they were nervous, after all...

[hinoto_npcs]

It seems someone else was lurking around the edge of the crowd-- though no doubt for a decidedly different reason.

It seems this man didn't expect to find anyone else around here, because when he spots Sam, he stops. "Uh-- what are you doing here?!"

He didn't actually seem nervous, but he did talk a bit weird.

[primordial]

Sam blinks. Another person...? And he's asking him a question. He folds his arms, slightly frowning at him- huh, what was up with his voice?

"What are you doing here?"

Two can play at that game.

[hinoto_npcs]

His frown deepened at the deflection, and he crossed his arms in a huff.

"I'm a competitor! I may not be on-stage, but I'm still allowed to go backstage." Apparently he had been trying to get back to the competitor's area of the stadium?

"You don't look like any duelist I've seen."

[primordial]

"Really?" Huh. The guy didn't look like a competitor, though appearances could be deceiving, after all.

Time to do a little back and forth, find out what this guy was about.

"For all you know, I could just be in my casual wear...you don't look like any duelist, either. What was your title?"