Post by Erebos on Aug 27, 2021 4:33:06 GMT -5
| Thread Power Level: 46,000 | Items: Battle Armor, Dark Nimbus |
"I'm sorry, you say its been how long?"
"Four months, sir!"
The fox-faced attendant's tail wagged behind him like clockwork, a sign that his cheery demeanor was little more than customer service. Erebos stood befuddled across from him, foot tapping to the rhythm of the tail almost on instinct. Had he really been asleep for four months? The seasons had certainly changed, and he felt a new pep in his step that he hadn't felt in years. Power naps were rare for demons, especially from Erebos' clan, but usually they lasted decades.
"That can't be right," Erebos said, tutting as he circled the fox. "See, I was supposed to fight in that tournament. I was in the top eight contenders, believe it or not. Am I to believe they continued the tournament without me?"
Gesturing to the stands, the little fox revealed that all the decorations had been torn down, and the stands were being cleaned by a group of attendants. There was a dull chill in the air. Cold and unforgiving. It felt like disappointment was whispered on the wind, and it giggled out Erebos' name in particular.
Faking a cough, the fox explained. "In the event of a no-show, your opponent is simply... Given the win. That happened a handful of times during the tournament before you yourself disappeared. Did you not notice?"
"Do you think I pay attention to fights that don't concern me?"
In truth, he totally noticed. He was just hoping, for some odd reason, that they'd have waited for him. An over-inflated sense of self worth, bred from being royalty, meant he felt like the star of that particular show. To know he wasn't needed felt a little hurtful.
With an indignant huff, he shooed the fox away. There was an awkward silence, but the attendant eventually shuffled off to do some more tidying up.
"Well, poo. I was really excited to win, too. I should find out who won and kick them to the curb."
Turning, he exited the tournament grounds and returned to the gates, where he spotted a figure he couldn't quite recognize.
"You there," he offered to the person. "You haven't been living under a rock, have you? Who won the tournament... Thing. The boodookie? I forget what it's called."