OOCInteraction PhaseMaddie and Tarmo, visiting the Revenant's workshopAlthough he'd been in Hope for almost two weeks, Tarmo hadn't had much he was able to do. While the rest of the selections were finishing, he and the others had been given little freedom to leave their quarters. It wasn't done to stifle them, the Trial's organizers just hadn't had time to set up the proper facilities for the challengers to use, but it was still pretty stifling. Thankfully, that was over now, and they were all free to roam about.
Tarmo had chosen to roam to the Revenant's workshop, a small but neat room with walls covered in various gadgetry. There was an operating table in the center with the apparatus that extracted Favor hanging from the ceiling above it. It reminded Tarmo of every other workshop or laboratory he'd seen, although most were at least a little messier than this. There were two other people in the workshop. And older man with dreadlocks who could only be the Revenant, and a girl he recognized as the challenger from Gluttony, Ethereal Hunter. She seemed to have just arrived herself, as she was trying to get the attention of the Revenant, who was distracted with something on one of his many computers.
Ookami, Caradin, and Neon, practice arenaC̕͝҉o̵͠m̡̕é̷͘̕͏ ̸̴͝͝t͞o̶̢ ̵̡́͟͡t̷͠h̢͘e̛͠ ́̕̕͢a̷̡͠͠ŕ̷̨͘͢e͏̶́͡n̷͘a̛͏̧̀͞,̧҉̨͜ ̛͘ẃ̴͢͟è̢̕͢'̧͏ĺ̶l̛͞͏ ͟͝t̶̵́͘ą̛̛l̸̵̢͘ķ͘͏ ͏̨̀͠͞t̢̕h̶̴̀͝͏é͘ņCaradin couldn't shake those words. He didn't know where they had come from and the memory of them was hazy at best. During his time here, he'd found himself alone with those words in his room, able to do nothing but wait. Now that the arena was open, he would finally have his answer.
The practice arena was a private space reserved for the challengers and people directly related to the Trial. It was a standard arena crafted into the shape of a shallow bowl with a flat center using Hope's unusual shapeshifting properties and with a small spectator section protected behind an almost invisible force field. The room above also seemed to have been converted into a camera space for recording matches, although it was unlikely anyone was up there right now.
He was not the first to arrive at the arena, there were three others already there. He first noticed Neon Aletheia, one of the other two challengers who had arrived with him two weeks prior. There was also a young man, or at least Caradin was pretty sure he was a man, Trinity. Caradin had beat him in a couple of major tournaments before, although it had never sparked much of a rivalry. Trinity seemed to care more about having fun than winning, which was probably why he had so many fans. That and his ridiculously cute face. Behind Caradin, he heard the sound of the transporter activating as someone else followed him into the arena. When he glanced back to see who it was, he spotted the wily old man that was Unequivocal Soul, Hope's own challenger.
"You made it! Hurry over and we'll get started!" The third occupant of the arena called out to Caradin, and he immediately recognized the jovial voice as the one who had spoken the words trapped in his mind.
The owner of the voice was a tall man with ebony skin and a bald head. He looked to be in his late thirties, his powerful muscles indicating that he was still well within his prime. Matching this, his orange eyes were still bright with the fires of youth, although Caradin could sense that they also held more than a hit of the wisdom that comes with age. Considering the scars that covered the man's bare chest, Caradin could only conclude that this was a man whose wisdom had been forged in the fires of battle. The man was wearing some kind of skin-tight pants and a pair of leather sandals, a rather unusual outfit that Caradin instinctively recognized as being designed for use in battle. Whoever this mysterious man who could leave words in Caradin's head was, he was clearly a warrior.
Aleks, Elspeth, and Celica, challenger cafeteriaHaving not had anything decent to eat the entire week she'd been in Hope, Celica had made her way to the cafeteria as soon as she was informed it was open. Much to her immense dismay, the artisan chef from Greed that was supposed to attend them wasn't there, instead there were simply a bunch of trashy frozen dinners set out on a counter. Behind said counter was a young woman not much older than Celica herself. Dressed in what seemed to be a servant's uniform, she had pale skin, jet black hair, and red eyes.
"Welcome to the cafeteria, Miss Sycophant." The woman said with a shallow bow, "I'm Winter. The chef will be here in a few days, until then I'll be taking his place."
Aside from Winter and Celica, there were four others in the room. Fellow challengers Ruby Darter, who had arrived alongside Celica a week prior, and Midas, who had arrived a few days before them, were both currently occupying seats in the dining area. A rotund man that Celica recognized as Sleeping Bear was living up to his name by taking a nap in his chair. And lastly, a tall man with wild white hair and an angry glare, who from that description could only be Astra, was slouching at the counter, though he didn't seem to be interested in getting any food.
Seeing as the dining area had several sets of tables and seats, there was plenty of room for everyone to ignore each other if they wanted. But sitting in a group could also provide opportunities to get to know one another, maybe even get a leg up in the Trial itself. Of course, sitting with Bear would be ideal, as his wisdom had become known throughout the Planes with the advent of moss communicators, but it seemed like accessing that wisdom would be difficult in his current state. If anyone wanted to pick his brain, first they'd have to wake him.
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