XanatosForever
Steward of RP
Originally posted by The Scenario
"Such defiance," purred the mist as it rolled around the room, "and such a spark of life in these fighters." Vane continued his circuit, studying the contestants as his mist fed off of the ambient power and life that radiated from each of them, and took particular note of their taste. Such energy, he thought, as his strength grew. Simply being in the same room as them sated his rising thirst and promised more to come. After a while, he spoke up, voice hissing through the mist that obscured his form. "Materialistic prizes, and mere fame interest me not. When shall I be allowed to consume all of you?" Vane could sense that there were rules in place, and had decided even he wouldn't wish to fight all the contestants at once. He would bide his time, and try to drink what he could from them as opportunities arose.--
Balan laughed loudly and jovially, filling the entire room. He strode forward, still stroking his beard. "Prizes and fame not enough for some of us, eh, friends?" He laughed again and spread his hands before him, casting a glance in Pintar's direction as he did so. "It seems we're all here together now, in any case, and I never pass an opportunity to make acquaintences. How about a round of introductions, then?" Balan coughed into his hand and gestured towards himself absently, then to each of the gathered contestants, in turn. "My name is Balan, and I'm a Planestrider, I'm from all over. Anyone else want to introduce yourselves, or are we all mind readers here?" With that, he cast his friendliest smile in Xanatos' direction.
It had been quite some time since he had seen an inanimate, and so Xanatos was genuinely surprised when he came to the realization that the mist floating about the arena floor was, in fact, a contestant: the one called Vane. There was something else, too. Something he couldn't quite place. He watched the mist from the corner of his eye, careful not to draw its attention, and noticed how it was seeking out each contestant, slithering just into their proximity before moving on. Whatever it was doing, Xanatos would make sure it did not pass by him.
Just then another individual spoke up. His voice, while loud, didn't seem to bear as much of the arrogance of earlier speakers, which gave Xanatos some hope that maybe this Balan fellow, at least, might be an enjoyable opponent. His remark on telepathy even hinted that the man may have been aware of the scan, though Xanatos kept his face stoic so as not to give Balan any clues. Shortly after his request for introductions, however, they were sent to observe the tournament brackets. Xan took the opportunity to slip away before Vane could get near...
Originally posted by The Scenario
Vane swept into the waiting room, creeping along with his mist. He still appeared as nothing more than a cloud, from which issued his hissing voice. He viewed the posted matchups as the mist around him swirled and churned, then hissed again. "Xanatos," he said simply. He didn't know which of the fighters this was, but if they were to fight he was interested in who it turned out to be. Vane turned his attention to the Waiting Room's occupants. "I am Vane," he said aloud. "Where is the one called Xanatos?"
The irony was not completely lost on him. No sooner had he entered the room and looked at the brackets did he notice that his first opponent was the very thing he was keeping a distance from. Well, it seemed he would find out just that the inanimate could do, and quite soon. Not yet, however, Xanatos thought to himself, and he waited siltently as the others shuffled in. When he saw Vane enter, Xanatos proceeded to begin walking the room, seeming to mingle with the other contestants. He did not speak as the mist called out to him, and he kept a distance from it, inconspicuously.