The Power Of Effinities | The Millionite Tournament | (Accepting in OOC/Started/ PG-13)

[Ghoulish]

OOC: (will post)

 

Saga 1: The Millionite Tournament!

 

Hiro walked down a concreted path seeing many kids playuing in the area and small levels of bushland. He smiled and continued to walk down, as he approached a giant city, he looked in his shirt, inbetween the middle of his chest was a little white symbol that depicted a Pegasus. Hiro looked up with a concentrated expressiosn onhis face, there was a big arena in front of him, a coliseum like structure, there were many people inside as they roared for some fights. "The millionite tournament..." Hiro thought to himself as he walked to the giant structure, he had not participated ina torunemant before but he had been in lost of effinity fights in which he won. he looked to his side and saw about 50 meters away a bank was being helkd up. The robbers inside, 3 of them to be exact, all had guns and were looking dangerous threatening people. Hiro frowned as he revealed the symbol on his chest a bright light shone in the area causing anyone and sall police out side the banmk toclose their eyes after a few seconds later Hir was seen walking tot he coliseum and the bank robbers were tied up. Everyone wondered what had just happened. he didn't want glory he just wanted to help. Hiro approached the area and big security stood in fornt of him.

 

"Hang on kid, this entrance is for participants! I knwo u want autographs but you aren't getting any!" the security yelled at him, theyb were huge at least 8 foot tall and muscular, Hiro revealed the white symbol and they approved.

"Fine get in!"

Hiro ignored the rudeness, as he walked in it was a hige blue room with many others in it talking he watched as Mane Millionte host of the tournament was walking to a stage followed by many security he was about to speak into the mike.

[Catterjune]

[OOC: T'would be nice to link to the OOC topic here. And also to link to the RP in the OOC topic. <_<]

 

An uncaring look about her as she casually turned her head to see the newest entrant. A spikey haired youth, typical. She rolled her eyes in derision as she looked into her purse, producing a small bottle of water. Uncapping it, she gently brought the rim to her lips, taking a sip.

 

Recapping the bottle, she turned to see Mane Millionte (or Millionite, if we're going by his spelling in the app) take the stage. He exuded an air of confidence and an ostentatious demeanor. She continued leaning against the wall, not bothering to look but keeping her ears open to what was being said.