Lance: "Ya docta dirty willy sniffer!"
Ashton: *He walked with Season and stood next to Lance.* "..."
Season: (He's arguing with a dog?) *He gave Lance a disrespectful look, shaking his head in disappointment.*
Ashton: "What are you doing, Lance?"
Lance: *He heavily sighed, pointing at the dog with a frown.* "The stupid woman wants another argument."
Season: "That dog wanted an argument?"
Lance: "Huh?" *He looked down to the dog with confusion.*
Dog: "Ruff?" *It looked up at Lance, innocently sitting on the spot.*
Lance: "Oops my bad, I thought it was Alicia."
Season: "Enough games, come." *He grunted with frustration, storming away.*
Ashton: *He sighed and face palmed.* "Come on, Lance." *He grabbed Lance's arm, quickly following Season.*
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Teresa: *She noticed Season, Ashton and Lance walking up the stairs.* "..."
*Loud bangs echoed, causing the audience to loudly cheer with excitement.*
Alicia: "Wow-" *She smiled with excitement, noticing Season shuffle down the row.*
Season: "Ah, Teresa, Alicia." *He sat next to Teresa, admiring the excited audience around him.*
Alicia: "H-Hello, Season." *She smiled and peered down to the pit, watching two men clash their swords together.* "These matches are really amazing."
Teresa: *She leant slightly forward, glancing at Ashton and Lance.* "Who will be fighting first?"
Lance: "Me of course, pssht." *He folded his arms, smirking like a child.*
Season: (That Neuron signature-?)
Teresa: "Hoh?" *She looked up, quickly glancing to her side.*
?????: *A woman concealed in robes, shuffled down the row and sat in between Teresa and Season.* "..."
Season: "Hohoho, when was the last time the three of us were together?"
Teresa: "What are you doing here?" *She whispered to the woman in robes.*
?????: "..."
Season: "PKMY?"
PKMY: "Didn't I say I wanted to watch Ashton fight?"
Teresa: "Indeed you did."
PKMY: "Besides, I couldn't go to the last Battling Oxident, because, you know why."
Season: (That's when she-) "Yes." *He nodded his head.*
PKMY: "Good." *She grunted, leaning back on the seat.*
Season: *He sat on the edge of the row, looking at Lance.* "Okay, Lance."
Lance: "Wat?"
Season: "You see that gate over there?" *He pointed to the bottom of the stairs at a large doorway with bars raised on the top.*
Lance: "Yea, I've got eyes."
Season: "Go down there and you'll be prompted what to do in the waiting area."
Lance: "Rightio, wait till you guys see me in action." *He spoke in a cocky tone and stood up, shuffling down the row.*
Ashton: "Good luck."
Lance: "Thanks."
Ashton: (So if my match is right after Lance's, then that means, I might have to fight him?!) *He looked over to Season for confirmation, noticing the woman in robes.* "Oh I'm sorry, miss, I didn't see you there."
PKMY: "It's fine." *She grunted, avoiding eye contact.*
Ashton: "My name is Ashton." *He reached out to give her a handshake.*
PKMY: *She instantly hit his hand away without looking.* "Don't, can't touch me."
Ashton: "Oh-?"
PKMY: "My uterus hurts."
Ashton: "Ok-Okay?" *He pulled a disgusted face, awkwardly looking away.*
PKMY: (Yahoo, you gotta man up there Ashton.)
Ashton: (That was quite awkward.) *He coughed and looked at the pit, keeping to himself.*
PKMY: (I hope I get to see some good fights this time 'round.)
Ashton: (Oh my-) *He watched one of the men fall to the ground unconscious, causing the crowd to cheer louder.*
Spectator: "The winner is Eliah Elanoy."
Alicia: *The spectator's voice echoed behind her, causing her to look back in shock.* "H-How is it that we can hear him so well?"
Teresa: "He uses glyphic symbols, amplifying his voice."
Ashton: "Sorry to intrude, but how would that work?"
Teresa: "It was originally used as a Rostical for amplifying other Rostical, does that make sense?"
Alicia: "Y-Yes."
Season: (I designed the glyphs myself.) *He proudly thought to himself.*
PKMY: *She took a glimpse at Alicia.* (They have a stuttering little princess on the team do they?)
Season: "I have to take my leave now, I'm required to sit in my spot in case of an emergency." *He stood up and pointed to a large seat excluded from the rows.*
Alicia: "O-Okay, goodbye-"
Season: (My private seating-) *Before the party responded, he shuffled down the rows.*
Alicia: "..." *She watched Season leave her sight, before focusing her attention back to the arena.*
Ashton: "Teresa, I've been getting mixed impressions."
Teresa: "Hoh? Explain furthermore?"
Ashton: "Well, one impression I'm getting is that, Battling Oxident is kind of like a game."
Teresa: "Hmm?"
Ashton: "But the guy that lost." *He watched the men walk out of the arena.* "He was covered in blood, almost unable to stand."
Alicia: "Y-Yes, I was wondering that too."
PKMY: (Oh Teresa, I feel sorry for you. Having to explain such basic stuff.) *She chuckled to herself, staring at the dirt pit.*
Teresa: "You are not wrong nor entirely right."
Ashton: "..." *He stared at Teresa, giving her his full attention.*
Teresa: "As previously stated, people come to Battling Oxident for different reasons."
PKMY: (No shit.) *She sighed to herself and leant forward, holding her head up with her hands.*
Teresa: "People come to show off their pupils, wager currency, food, and even respect."
Alicia: "A-And some people turn up just to meet new people."
Teresa: "Indeed."
Ashton: "I see."
PKMY: (To show off their pupils? Haha, Teresa you loser.)
Teresa: "And in regards to the contestants walking up after being stabbed, perhaps I will let you or Lance answer that."
Ashton: (Me answer that-?)
Spectator: "Next is Lance Lighten."
Teresa: "..." *She elegantly stood up and shuffled down the row.*
Ashton: "We just missed an entire match, Lance is up now?"
Alicia: "Y-Yep."
PKMY: (Ashton better not disappoint.) *She thought to herself, sitting motionless.*
Alicia: *She looked down the row, noticing the hooded woman and Ashton.* "W-Where's Teresa?"
Ashton: "She left just a moment ago." *He looked down the stairs to see if he could see Teresa.*
Alicia: "Okay." (I just spoke to her?)
Lance: *He walked out from one of the gates, waving his hands above his head to the audience.* (Whoa, this is so cool.)
Alicia: (Lance? Lance Lighten?) *She watched Lance walk into the arena with shock.*
*The crowd was silent, before booing Lance.*
Lance: (Why are they booing? Pssht who cares, I was told to stop and wait here.) *He stopped in the middle of the arena, staring at the gate on the opposite side.*
*The crowd suddenly stopped booing, as a woman walked out from the other side.*
Lance: *He gripped his sword and thought to himself.* (The crowd stopped booing-?)
Teresa: *She walked up to Lance with an emotionless face.* "..."
Lance: (What?! I'm going to fight Teresa?)
Teresa: "Lance-"
Lance: "Wat the freakin' holy divine shit nuggets is goin' on?!"
Teresa: "I had forgotten, I already enrolled in a match before I encountered you."
Lance: "B-But I thought you were just a researcher?" *He gritted his teeth, hesitantly holding his sword.*
Teresa: "Hoh? I am. Nevertheless, as I previously mentioned, I forgot I had a match." (My memory is getti
ng worse than I thought-)
Lance: "W-Wateva." *He looked away, as if he didn't want to fight."
Teresa: *She unsheathed a sabre hidden under her belt, pointing it at Lance.* "Do not hold back."
Lance: *He looked at Teresa with shock, shaking his head.* "Why?"
Teresa: "Trust me, the injuries will not be permanent."
Spectator: "The match will begin, now!"
Lance: "..." *He stared at Teresa with a blank face, standing motionless.*
Teresa: *She firmly held the sabre, waiting for Lance to strike.* "..."
Spectator: "I said the battle has begun!"
Lance: *He shook his head and focused his attention to Teresa.* (OK, I don't know why, but I feel really intimidated right now.)
Teresa: "Are you going to strike? Or do you prefer me to do so first?"
Lance: (I-I won't look like a fool in front of everyone!-) *He flicked the sword to his side, running towards Teresa.* "I'm gonna own you Teresa!"
Teresa: "Please." *She watched Lance run into striking distance, causing her to lift up the sabre.*
Lance: "Harh!" *He leant on a side, slicing the sword across Teresa's head.*
Teresa: *She swung the sabre downwards, causing a line of sparks to scatter.* "..."
Lance: *He slid back with shock, ignoring the splinters of sparks which waved past his face.* "Grr-"
Teresa: *She elegantly ran towards Lance with an emotionless face, raising the sabre.* "Humph." *She spun around, slicing the sabre downwards.*
Lance: "Grarh!" *He slashed Teresa's sabre, blocking her strike.*
Teresa: *She struggled to hold Lance's sword back.* "Tcch-"
Lance: "Yarh!" *He pushed himself back, causing his feet to scrape along the dirt.*
Teresa: "You are stronger than you appear-"
Lance: "I can say the effin' same thing!-" *He took large steps forward, jabbing the sword forward.*
Teresa: *She quickly leant to the side, watching the sword slice past her face.* "Close-"
Lance: (The sword is over your shoulder, dodge this!-) *He quickly grabbed the sword with both hands, slicing it across Teresa's head.*
Teresa: *She watched the sword slice towards her eye, causing her to flick the sabre above her head.* "Tcch-"
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