Post by Maverick Hunter Zero on Nov 6, 2019 1:00:54 GMT -8
((You know the drill, Mari. In fact have your members of the MGS feel free to watch the fight as well, maybe even have Peach observe with a little bit of backstory on Little Arle having a first encounter with her first Yokai.))
This was a first for the stadium, many of the early visitors to the arena have heard rumors about a mysterious girl in an orange kimono often observing fights, but had never participated in such a bloodsport, while others on their way home often see a beautiful female human with fox ears teaching young children valuable life lessons, if only to help them grow spiritually in their wisdom and learn right from wrong. Yet those who saw her at night swear up and down the street that she was an emissary of purity dressed all in white sent from another plane of existance to send those who commit atrocities to the realm of nightmares based on their sinful nature, willing to trophify an Absolutionist through a rather unorthodox and unusually cruel mind-rape.
She was some of them... But Yōko was not a cold-blooded killer. Oh how so many of those people came to chase her out of her home and into obscurity, only to find the Yokai lair empty save for a single sleeping cat-like creature sleeping peacefully on a pillow as though dead to the world itself, those children who knew of her kept her existance a secret from their parents out of respect for her personal space and wanting to help her feel like she was a part of their world now.
"It is no wonder why we never saw ourselves in a fighting mood... We always sought an alternative to fighting by way of discouraging people, but alas, their sinful nature is what makes them human, and by extension helps sustain ourselves." Yōko said more to herself as she stood in the arena, her eyes looking at the door before her, though every now and then she would look at the stands, there were very few people here, nobody knew of her presence.
Yōko
HP: 140/140
Shield: 45/45
Status, Curious as a fox
Cooldowns:
N/A
...Valorie entered the stadium, her eyes all but closed. She'd done the usual for a public performance, doing her hair and makeup up just right. It always felt like such a loss for the stadium. She was just going to get messed up anyway. But it always helped give her the courage to stand before a crowd, and that was what mattered. Today, she was facing a ...woman. She paused and pouted slightly at no one in particular. “...I don't like hurting other girls. That's not really how I want to live my life. Y'know how like, weird people say chivalry is dead? I'm trying to prove them wrong. Girls don't need boys to keep chivalry alive. We can treat each other nice~!” Valorie greeted and explained, proudly striking a little hands-on-her-hips pose at that last bit in defiance. She quickly moved on to hold up her arms in a helpless shrug, however. “...But I guess the stadium rules are going to force me to, huh.” Valorie lamented. No matter how much she would prefer not to fight other girls, the stadium didn't really allow her to make that choice. “Well... If you don't want this, the time to say so is now. Otherwise I guess we're doing this~!” she added.
