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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!]

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[Asem is carefully maneuvering through the crowds. He is wearing civilian clothes at the moment, the better to act more discreetly. He's got his gun, as well, and the AGE-2 is just outside the arena if he needs it.]

[ And if Ansem is watching the crowd closely, he'll perhaps spot a teenage boy, well-dressed with piercing blue eyes, walking up the arena stairs with a small, black case clutched protectively in his hands. ]

Edited 2013-01-24 21:43 (UTC)

[Unlike his father and Zeheart, Asem is no X-Rounder, so he has to rely on his five senses -- and as a result, he's honed them well. He notices the teenager and begins to slide through the crowd. Let's see what this guy is doing, and what that briefcase has within...]

[ He's heading out of the stadium, actually, and can be found hanging out next to the souvenir booths that are doing business during the unforgivingly slow closing ceremonies. ]

[Okay, be cool. Act natural. Asem stops, then bends down to adjust his boots. He deliberately takes his time.]

"Asem, fancy meeting you here!"

She waves from where she's standing, basket on her arm and a perfect smile on her face. Underneath it, though, she's noticed that he's wearing his gun, and only grows more worried for it.

Everyone seems to be on guard today.

"Are you enjoying the closing ceremonies?"

Uh--!

[Oops. He hadn't been expecting to be spotted. Oh, well, he wasn't about to ignore someone he knew. Shifting his belt and jacket to better hide his gun, he approaches.]

Um. I mean, hey. I didn't think I'd run into anybody with this kind of crowd. But to answer, um. The closing ceremonies are...not too interesting.

She laughs, but this time it lacks her usual grace. It's more edged with exasperation.

"I can't help but agree. I'm staying until the end because I don't want to wander when Ciel is looking for me, but I would really rather leave and do something more productive." She is quiet for a moment.

"That and I feel like something is going to happen at any moment, and I don't want to linger around here."

"Ciel?" Asem didn't know what she was talking about. He certainly knew no one by that name.

"Oh, yeah. Have you paid attention to the COMP broadcasts?"

"My fiancé," she explains with a little beam on her face. She perks up when he mentions the COMP broadcasts, nodding solemnly.

"Everything seems a mess right now...and it feels as though it will only get worse."

"Huh? You're engaged?" Asem was quite surprised. He hadn't expected someone so young to already be engaged.

"Anyway, yeah...this is the same kind of feeling I get just before a big battle breaks out."

"Oh yes." She smiles briefly before gazing out over the crowd, brow furrowed.

"I feel the same way. I hope nothing happens, but...it seems like we should do something to be prepared."

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