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WELCOME TO THE TOURNAMENT
After a fierce battle in the "Entry Arena", the unwilling participants are lead to a strange, large room. Very spacious and with metal walls and flickering lighting. They were told they would be assigned here. And they were going to meet their friends...and foes.

Walking down the hall to the summoing room, Train twirled his gun. He wasn't sure what he was doing here or what was to be expected. The ground was wet and sometimes he'd hear the splash of stepping in a puddle.

Not too far behind was Edward Elric. He stuffed his hands in his pockets in deep thought, trying to figure out what the heck happened. Suddenly, he was ambushed from behind.
"EDWARD!!"
Startled, he turned around to see Winry there. "What in the world are you doing here?!"
"I don't know," she replied. "I was just doing my work in Rush Valley and suddenly I ended up here. Where's Al?"
"I guess he wasn't 'transported with me." he replied.

Treading behind them were two others who knew each other, Syaoran and Princess Sakura. The princess was quiet and kept close to Syaoran, nervous about what was to come.

They entered the large room. No one else was there. I guess it was time to play the waiting game.

[Lykaios]

Tilting his head to the side, Seifer cracked his neck and limbered up as he hoisted his gunblade over his shoulder and began his long walk down the path to...well, wherever the heck he was heading. Seifer was really considering what it had been that had happened to bring him here in the first place, but his primary concern was surviving this crazy tournament. As he walked through a doorway, he raised his free hand above his eyes, to block some of the bright light from his gaze.

"So...I wonder if the chicken-wuss or puberty-boy got brought here as well..." he said to noone in particular. He strode out through the doorway, and had himself a look around at the beginnings of the competition.

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Entering the large walkway, Vergil scoffed at the condition he felt he was in. He knew he wasn't fully powered up, which he felt was unavoidable so soon after being restored. He felt his right arm, sure it was the weakest point in his entire body at the time. Sure enough; there was an unconscious and unacceptable tenseness at the touch. Growling softly, Vergil strode through the grand entrance and looked around. At his first glance, the competition didn't seem to be much of a threat to the son of one of the most powerful demons to ever walk the earth. And they all seemed human. How pathetic...

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He took his time getting through this long corridor, not at all looking forward to participating in this 'tournament', but knowing his participation meant the only chance for him to escape, and return home...or, at least to Blood Gulch. Ugh, how he hated the place. But he knew for a fact, that Blood Gulch, or even Valhalla were much better than wherever he was now.

There, he didn't have to fight, let alone do anything. He could leave those things up to Tex. But now, here he was, in his seven foot tall height, his teal blue MJOLNIR armour, holding his beloved sword and looking as though he was more inclined to run and hide, than stand and fight; Tucker walked through the grand entrance into the arena. Looking at the competition, everything seemed fine for him. His weapon was a plasma energy sword. More than capable of cutting through anything it touched. The trouble now, was making sure to touch them...he quickly noticed a fairly tall guy in a blue jacket, carrying a katana. That was bad news already. Carrying the katana, meant he knew how to use it. Tucker...well, the only people he'd ever used the sword on, where some really stupid red guy, helping out O'Malley, and Tex. The latter...hadn't worked out in his favour at all.

"Aw man. I'm so gonna die. If I lose; Church'll kill me, for looking so stupid! This sucks..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

A door on the far side of the room would slide open then to admit two people. One was tall and lean, clothed in a black tailcoat. He was checking a silver pocket watch, clicking his tongue with distaste.
"My watch has stopped. You must forgive me young Master... I feel I shall lose track of your schedule now..."
"Somehow I think there are more pressing matters to attend to, Sebastian," the young boy beside him retorted, adjusting the cuffs of his long green coat, as if disgusted by how untidy they had become. This place was dull, inhospitable, violent and dirty. He already felt he'd made a poor decision coming here. He looked around at the others who were gathering, making the measure of them through one observant blue eye.
"What do you think of our... competition, Sebastian?" Ciel asked casually as they came to a stop. He propped one hand up on his hip, still eying off the others.
"Mostly all humans, My Lord," Sebastian replied with a small smirk, a glint of confidence in his eyes. "Bar that gentleman over there."
The Butler pointed to the blue coated man, whose face he recognised from the Demon world. He did not know him well - as demons did not much enjoy each others company - but he knew him at least by his face.
Ciel snorted in an unimpressed manner, flicking his fringe before he turned to face Sebastian straight on.
"I want to enjoy myself here, Sebastian," he instructed him firmly. "See to it that the game remains interesting."
A malicious smile crossed the Demon Butler's face before he knelt down before his master. "I'll see to it, My Lord."

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"Ed, what do you think is going on?" Winry asked.
"Like I would know." he replied. "All I rememer is being approached by some weirdo telling me I have entered Unreal Tournament."
"It was the same for me, too. Evidently I was impressive. I mean, I did take out that thing with my wrench."
Suddenly Ed looked pale. 'She brought her wrench here...and if I mess up my automail again, I'm done for!'

"Stay close to me, Princess." Syaoran said to Sakura. He was worried for her safety, especially in a place like this. Though he was the only one to show off his skills, the princess was still entered in the tournament.
"Do you think Kurogane, Fai, and Mokona are here, too?" Sakura said. "I mean, we've gotten separated before. It's not unlikely..."
"I don't know." he replied. "Something happened while Mokona was transporting us to another world. I wish I knew what it was...."
He also believed that the others were in a different world entirely and that they had somehow been snatched from them. It was a theory, I mean, they could be here. But he wasn't sure yet and didn't want to worry the princess.

Train Heartnet glanced around the vast, metal room. Very drippy, very dirty. And the lighting was dim. He looked around to see all who was gathered. Everyone in the room was an odd bunch. Some carried weapons, some did not. Some didn't even look capable of fighting, but then again, considering what he had to go through when he appeared here, obviously they had some skill to survive it. "Well, we're all here. I hope someone will explain what's this tournament all about."

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Far in the distance, emerging from the darkness and standing in what appeared to be a terrace made of metal, were three figures. Two male and one female. Their names were; Tori, Adam, and Roxy. They would serve as the Game Masters for the first tournament.

"So this is it?" said Tori as he glanced down at everyone.
"Never underestimate one by appearance, Tori." said Roxy. "They made it passed the Entry Arena. They are obviously worthy of our time."
"I guess we should tell them about the tournament, should we not?" said Adam.
Roxy nodded. "Yes, that would be a wise decision indeed."
She then looked out to the competitors that have gathered. Surely there was more to come. But they had no time to waste. "Welcome, champions. We will be your Game Masters for your first tournament." she told them. "Before we begin in explanation, why not introduce yourselves? We'd very much like to know your name, occupation, and perhaps a little bit about yourself such as skills or whatever random thing you think may be of importance."

[Elario Luminus]

Squall walked out into a boring room with flat grey walls and ceilings, with the Revolver Gunblade held casually at his side. Hold a flat hand out to shield his eyes from the flickering lights, he surveyed the other contestants. He noticed a blue coated man holding katana with an openly contemptuous look on his face. Immediately not liking the man, Squall focused his attention on the other people nearby. He saw a strange being clad in teal armour holding a sword that seemed to be made of electricity, and a pair of men who were obviously appraising the rest of them, and a somewhat large group of people of to the side. Then, finally, he noticed-
"Seifer. What in the name of Hyne are you doing here?"
Seeing his old rival, the SeeD Commander tightened his grip on his gunblade in case he attacked.

After hearing the voices explain what they wanted, he cleared his throat and spoke.
"My name is Squall Leonhart. I am the SeeD Commander of Balamb Garden, and one of two gunblade experts in the region. I also have the capacity to utilise para-magic, and summon Guardian Forces." Point made, he fell silent and waited for the others to speak up.

[Lykaios]

Seifer looked over when he heard a familiar voice call out to him, and was surprised enough to see that puberty-boy Squall had in fact been brought over. He swallowed his urge to mock him out-right, but instead smirked the mocking smirk he reserved only for Squall. They were rivals after all. What more could you do to your rival in arms, in a situation like this?

"I could say the same to you, puberty-boy. Only men should fight." he spoke out slowly, testing Squall's patience. From there, Almasy adhered to their instruction and introduced himself also.

"Seifer Almasy. The Knight of the Sorceress Edea, and the other gunblade expert from Balamb Garden. Para-magic and GF's are possible, but only wusses need GF's to fight." he grinned mockingly towards Squall once more.

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Vergil allowed the exchange without interruption, despite an over-whelming urge to annihilate the three who stood opposite the crowd, for beckoning him here against his will. He listened as the first two introduced themselves and watched momentarily as he waited for someone else to step up to the plate. Unfortunately, noone else did. Sighing, he broke the tense silence himself.

"Vergil, son of Sparda. Future Demon King, and ruler of all mankind. Charmed." he finished with a sly tone, that should have made it obvious he wasn't at all.

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He was finding it hard to look at any of these people seriously. Tucker was used to only ever seeing Vic as the only MJOLNIR-less entity he saw regularly. Well, unless he counted those aliens that got him pregnant...and he didn't, because they had some kind of armour on. Plus, remembering them kinda gave him the creeps. He shrugged and spoke up after the blue-coated guy - Vergil.

"I'm Tucker. From the blue army. Except I'm wearing teal. Cause aqua's last season. And I got this really cool sword, that goes 'swish' whenever I swing it. See?" and after finishing, he displayed the swords 'swish' sound as he swung it a few times. It seemed he was in a crowd fairly similar to blue team...humourless. Times like these, he missed making fun of Grif from red team...

[Tifa Lockhart]

Ciel scoffed as each of their 'companions' introduced themselves. To him they were nothing but pawns in this new game he was playing, pieces that could be moved to advance the proceedings. He would do everything in his power to see the game remained interesting... and none knew better than he how to manipulate the pieces.
"I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, Son of Vincent," he announced loudly, his voice coloured with his arrogance and confidence. "Master of Games, Lord of the Criminal Underworld and Guard Dog to her Majesty Queen Victoria of the mighty British Empire!"
He gave an evil smirk, raising a hand to his mouth's height. There was a large blue ring on his thumb there, upon which he'd place a kiss.
"I should like this game to stay interesting."

Sebastian stepped forward now, an eerily pleasant smile upon his face. He'd dip slightly, as if bowing to the mottled gathering, a white gloved hand pressing against the perfectly pressed lapels of his black tailcoat. His immaculate presentation was required after all, even in a setting such as this. One must always appear their best when attending to their Lord, lest they bring shame upon him with unsightlyness.
"Sebastian Michaelis," he introduced, his voice suave and thick like honey. "I'm simply one hell of a butler," he lifted his eyes then, the slightest of smirks crossing his face as for the briefest moments his eyes shined with the glow of power. "I promise." he added darkly, before he fell back at his master's side.

A long silent figure, who'd stood largely unnoticed in the corner until now, straightened from where he leaned against the wall and brushed a hurriedly tidying hand through his long white ponytail. The dull light of the room reflected off his red armour, his eyes remained concealed behind a black visor, and luminescent lights glowed softly within his armour.
"Protoman," he introduced himself flatly. "Swordsman."
As if to prove his distinction, he held his arm up in front of him, a sword of light materialising on his hand as he beckoned it. He then deactivated it and returned to his place.

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

From nearby the man clad in red stepped forward a far smaller individual, clad in blue armour similarly metallic and lit with soft lights to the armour worn by the silver-haired man he stood beside. He had bright green -almost luminescently so- green eyes, which seemed to have some sort of unnatural sharpness to them and midnight blue hair spiking from beneath the back of his blue helmet. He seemed rather uncomfortable being there, and perhaps seemed a little on the side of too young to be a fighter, though his presence in the room suggested otherwise. "uh...Megaman. Dunno what you'd call me, but I favour ranged battle or hand-to-hand, I guess...I can pretty much make anything work, though, if I have to." he seemed a little fidgety and was glancing nervously around at the group. "I have other abilities, but given the circumstances, I doubt they'd be possible right now." He felt rather the under-dog amongst such a menacing crowd...being of his stature. The only others present who didn't look like they could thrash him were a pair of strangely dressed people, one of them clearly just along for the ride, a young blonde girl with wrench in hand and a pair of young teens.

These two people stepped forward, then, to introduce themselves. One of them looked particularly miffed to be there, he was dressed in blue with white shorts and his high collar was hiding the lower half of his face, though the glare he directed at the game masters was clear for all to see. It didn't seem surprising that he had a temper, as it matched the spiky mess of red hair which fell untidily about his face and over dark blue eyes. "It's Neku Sakuraba, I use psychs to fight. Call me a guy of multiple talents." he replied, quickly, not once taking off the blue headphones he had on, nor removing his hands from his pockets.
His companion spoke up, now, a young girl dressed in a short denim skirt, dark pink crop top and short, sleeveless hoodie with a dark coloured cap over her pink hair. Around her waist was a dark brown hip-bag which matched the colour of her long boots. "I'm Shiki Misaki...um...I can control certain inanimate objects to fight for me." as she said that, her arms tightened around a black, stuffed toy cat she had held in her arms. Neku glanced back at her, a playfully mocking look in his eyes.
"like the piggy?"
"he's a CAT, Neku!" she corrected, not seeming too bothered since it was just a joke between them.

[Lykaios]

((Sorry to post again so soon, but I need to bring in Akabane, and this is a perfect moment...while Candle is seemingly delayed/absent...))

Gracefully and slowly, Kuroudo Akabane found himself slowly sailing towards the exit of that rather dubiously long hallway, and he stepped into the connecting chamber, holding his rather large brimmed hat to his head. It appeared he was quite late to the party, as it were. He noticed he'd arrived at a time just inside local introductions. Expecting to be the last to voice, he strode into a nice place in the crowd, just as reserved and spread out, as the vast majority gathered.

""My, oh my, am I late, indeed." he spoke sweetly, his voice so pleasantly dark, it was unexpected from his shadily clad black cloaked body. "I am Kuroudo Akabane, a Transporter, and often referred to as 'Dr. Jackal' for my talents. It's my pleasure to meet you all, and I do hope we can become friends quickly." he finished with a smile that displayed no signs of the bloodlust behind the mask of his face.

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Edward watched as people started introducing himself. "Hmmm...I don't think I really like the looks of that guy." he said in a low voice to Winry, talking about the butler. And the boy with him made him uneasy as well.
"He is a little scary looking, isn't he?" said Winry. "I think we better start introducing ourselves, Ed. Might as well get it over with."
He really didn't like to be here, having to introduce himself when he didn't even know what the heck was going on. But still, he proceeded. "My name is Edward Elric. I'm a State Alchemist." he told them.
"And I'm his mechanic, Winry Rockbell." she said, holding up her wrench.

"Should we go next, Syaoran?" asked the princess.
He nodded, and decided to go first. "My name is Syaoran. And this is Princess Sakura of the Kingdom of Clow. She lost her memories and I am doing my best to try to find them...no matter what."
He said this with eyes of determination, letting them know that no matter what situation they put them in he will not give up his goal.

Finally, it was time for Train to say something. He'd been quiet the whole time. Not that he was a shy person, far from it. He just didn't have anything to say. But now he needs to introduce himself. "Oh, me?" he said, looking at the group up top as if he had just noticed they were there. Proves he wasn't really paying attention. "I'm Train Heartnet, a Sweeper."

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"Well, well," said Roxy in a slightly sly voice. "Appears we have an interesting group of characters, now don't we?"
"It'll be fun to see them survive the tournaments." Adam said with an evil grin.
"I will allow some 'question time' before we begin dividing you guys up." said Tori. "That way you can fully understand the position you're in. So, spew 'em out. We're listening."

[Elario Luminus]

Squall clipped his gunblade to his hip, folded his arms and said nothing, carefully assessing his opponents. That Vergil character looked like trouble, the way he held his katana displaying he knew exactly how to use it. It was that kind of confidence that Seifer thought he had, even though Seifer was obviously over-confident, even cocky, to everyone else. The butler was bone-chillingly creepy, and his master was just as eerie, though Squall was doubtful as to who was really master and puppet in that pair. There was a kid with what looked like a metal arm, and the SeeD Commander was dubious about its capabilities. The others in the room where a motley sort, each with their own sets of skills and abilities, and Squall was...he wouldn't say apprehensive, but cautious. Gently stroking the handle of his gunblade, Squall's sharp grey eyes kept analysing and surveying his potential allies and opponents.

[Lykaios]

Seifer Almasy knew when Squall was ignoring his jests, and it was simply because the guy was -well, he couldn't say anti-social, but pretty damn close- hard to communicate with. He kept to himself, and so others didn't know how to treat the kid. Seifer knew damn well though. He remembered his youth, though he feigned blissful ignorance most of the time. Seifer himself had his own air of cockiness, and he knew others thought he was nowhere nearly as skilled as he acted, but he was glad to prove them wrong. He wasn't the absolute best - he knew that - but he wasn't the weakest bastard he knew. He was head of the Disciplinary Committee within Balamb Garden, for Hyne's sake! He wasn't a push over. But, despite looking confident; he was seething. Squall was always so decisively calm, and Almasy just couldn't get into the guy's head any more. Anger him; sure. But he didn't manage to really piss him off like he used to. That aside, Seifer knew the look of the locals. Most seemed incredibly strong - which he knew would be difficult to face, not knowing their strengths. But one guy - Tucker? - looked completely out of place. Seifer liked the glowing sword that reminded him so much of the Lionheart model gunblade...but he suspected that having that thing, and knowing how to effectively use it? He suspected that armoured freak didn't have the latter down pat. He looked around at the rest of the collected individuals, and wondered about each one's prowess. Vergil - the guy with the katana - looked strong, but he was disappointed by the dramatics. Future demon king, was just bull. He waited for the punch-line, but knew it wasn't coming. some of these guys just seemed overly ridiculous.

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Vergil massaged his right arm; making sure he wasn't so muscularly tense in it, and then spiked his hair again. No matter what he did with it, he could easily revert his silver hair to it's spiked form with a couple flicks. As long as it wasn't in his eyes in combat; he didn't care how he appeared. The competition was no doubt strong, and something about that butler across the way concerned him. Something seemed familiar about him, though not personally. He carried a scent reminiscent of the underworld, whatever that meant for him and the competition, was presently hard to grasp. The competition was dangerous, this he knew for certain. He would enjoy this to the utmost.

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He just wanted to go home. A tournament or competition or whatever they were going to call it; was not something Tucker was enthusiastic about. How could he be, when he had no real combat experience that he could use to keep himself alive? These guys looked dangerous, and he didn't like danger. He was a lover, not a fighter. He could only be grateful for the good thick layer of armour he wore.

Very...frigging...grateful.

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Akabane gazed around at the gathering, chuckling lightly; amused by the situation they'd been drafted into and delighted at the prospects of having a good, hard fight. Jackal was used to fighting far weaker opponents than himself, and being disappointed at the end of every skirmish. But the majority of people here looked capable of handling themselves, with a few exceptions. He decided he had a few questions of his own to pose, to get the ball rolling.

"Are there any restrictions in these tournaments? Do we all fight on our own, or join forces? My, I just want to get into the fun, already."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"And what of deletion?" Protoman added his own question, his voice level and controlled. He presumably lifted his gaze from the floor, but you wouldn't have known thanks to the dark tint of his visor. "It would be an awfully short tournament if we could all just be deleted in the first round."
It occurred to Protoman that he probably wasn't in the cyberworld anymore, but he didn't really like the human word for it, it didn't feel dire enough to him.
He angled his head ever so slightly, glancing over at his blue counterpart who stood close by. Neither of them particularly liked the idea of deletion. They had people waiting for them back in their world who were dependent on them.

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Ciel didn't seem like he had many questions, but he could feel all the eyes surveying him from around the room. He wasn't surprised that they'd garnered so much attention, Sebastian was a rather commanding presence, even when -like now - he was being deliberately placid.
"Deletion?" he murmured in a slightly amused fashion, glancing up at his butler. "What the devil is that?"

Sebastian found it amusing as well, but had not made any effort to conceal his laughter. He raised a hand to his mouth as he chuckled, propping it there for just a moment before it returned to his side.
"I think he means to ask if people will die, in this tournament, My Lord," he explained.

"Oh..." the boy replied, looking perhaps a little confused that he'd missed that - as if it ought to have been obvious. The concept of death was not foreign to Ciel Phantomhive, he was all too familiar with it, and had witnessed plenty in his short lifetime. He did not fear it however, for he knew from whence it would come. The slender man who stood always beside him like a shadow was as much a curse as he was a gift. One day - when he objective has been completed - Sebastian will be his doom. By then he would welcome it, go willingly into whatever oblivion Sebastian had in store for him. Such was the nature of their deal.

"Is everything alright, My Lord?" Sebastian asked then, noting how silent Ciel had gone following his explanation. "Need I assure you that, death will not come to you during this tournament?"

Ciel turned to look at Sebastian properly then, his expression as flat as it always was.
"You will still honour our deal, even here?"

"Of course, My Lord," Sebastian replied with a smirk and a low bow. "I am your knight, until the end."

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[Yuffie Kisaragi]

At the mention of the potential to die, Megaman tensed, his eyes flicking over to glance sidelong at his companion, a silent question of whether he thought they would be able to get home. He didn't particularly like the prospects of the place...judging by the fact the others here were clearly human...he was no longer in his world so if he could be outside the cyber world here in this place, he doubted the other physical laws of his world counted...namely he expected he could bleed and -worst of all- needed to breathe, here, rather than the action simply being an aesthetic thing to make navis feel closer to human. The idea of him managing to drown from his lack of experience in swimming or slowly bleeding to death or even worse being strangled slowly and painfully to his end was a frightening thought. At these thoughts he could feel his already fearful expression fall further, and his breath catch fearfully in his throat, a grim look set deep in his eyes. "...I...I don't want to stay here...there must be a way we can get home...they brought us here, surely there's some way back..." he murmured, under his breath, so the 'game masters' wouldn't hear, nor the other 'combatants'. In a way, it was a statement, in a another a fearful question to his long-time best friend and reliable partner in battle.

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Neku and Shiki found the term the red one used very bone-chilling...it was far to similar to a word they were all too familiar with, from a game that seemed frighteningly similar to this so-called 'tournament'...but he just had to remember what he'd been told and what he had learned from that game. Surely, if he did that, he and Shiki would be fine. right?
"Neku...y-you don't suppose they...might put us on different teams or something...do you?" Shiki asked, glancing around at the group, feeling kind of sorry for the other pairs, in case they might also be separated, should they be teamed up.
"tch...they do that, I don't care...rules were meant to be broken, we fight together no matter what, we're going to get out of here and get home. No way am I going to lose to someone's sick little games! never have, never will!" the red-haired teen replied, clenching a fist around his old player pin in determination...this pin was sure to be a real bonus if it still worked like all the others did. Somehow, though, he doubted that. Surely there must have been limits to what he could do outside the Reapers' game, even in a pact.

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"Do you have any questions for them, Ed?" Winry asked.
"You bet I do..." he replied, narrowing his eyes. Ed looked up at them, obviously very angry about randomly appearing somewhere when he didn't even know what the heck was going on. "Okay, you bastards, tell me what the heck you're planning? Why are we here?"
Edward was probably asking the question everyone really had on their minds. And though they said they were going to 'give an explanation', they were sure taking too darn long to get to the explaining.

"I don't really have any questions," started Syaoran. "But I do have a request - if I compete in this tournament, I don't want the princess to leave my side."
Sakura looked at him. She had a feeling that perhaps this time, they will have to be separated, perhaps even on opposing sides. Though she prayed that wouldn't happened.

Train still wasn't paying much attention. He was just twirling his gun, thinking about how he was gonna beat Eve when he got back home. "Wonder if they miss me, heh." he said to himself. He then realized people were asking questions. He didn't really have one - most of the questions people asked were what were floating in his mind, so there was no need to ask again. Besides, he was quite confident in his skills. He used to be a Chronos Number for crying out loud, with the nickname "Black Cat'. His was one of the best, and despite leaving that life behind, he STILL has those skills, only he's using it right this time.

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Rozy was puzzled by the lack of questioning, although the ones that were asked were pretty good. "I'm shocked. I would of thought that you'd have more questions than that."
The first question was asked by the one known as Akabane, asking about restrictions in the tournament. He seemed rather enthusiastic about getting started. This brought a wicked smirk upon Roxy's face. "Very little," she replied. "We do not permit cheating, and that'd be nearly impossible to due anyway. Everyone is allowed to fight however they wish, whether it is using our in-game weapons, their own weapons, or special skills, maybe even magic." she then heard him ask about being on your own or joining forces. "That depends on the match," she replied. "For the msot part, yes, we will be splitting you up amongst four teams. It was already decided when you walked in. Oh, but not all matches are team oriented. In the DeathMatch, EVERYONE is for themselves."

The next question came from Protoman, asking about 'deteletion'. Tori decided to answer that one. "I assume you mean elimination, or is it death?" he asked. "Either way, no one actually DIES in a tournament arena, considering it's a virtual arena, but it's so realistical that you sure will feel the hellish pain. Any 'death' is false, you just respawn until someone reaches the most amount of set kills or within time limit. As far as elimination goes, if that was really what you meant, no one is. This game is based on scoring, so whoever has the most score wins."

There was talking amongst a few others, probably amongst those scared they were going to be separated, or confused with their instructions. But no matter. Finally, someone else spoke, the one who went by Edward Elric. He seemed, well, rather pissed off. He asked a question that probably everyone wanted to ask, demanding why they were here and what they were planning. The 3 Game Masters laughed.
"Very bold statement from a squirt like you," Roxy said (Ed really wanted to kill her when she said 'squirt' but Winry held him back).
"Let me answer this one," said Adam. "Why are you here? We're curious how people from varying skills, as well as from different dimensions, would all fair if they were thrown in an epic tournament all of a sudden. Perhaps you could say it's due to pure amusement. However, we may be your Game Masters, but we actually aren't the ones in charge."
"We're just overseeing the match,"[/b] said Tori.
"Anyway, your hard work will not go unrewarded." Adam told them. "After this is all over, you can go home. BUT the winner, or maybe the top winners, that is still undecided, but those who have ranked the highest on our Scoring Board by the end of the tournament will get their greatest desire granted by The UA Leaders."

Amongst the questions, there was also a request from the boy who goes by Syaoran, who was protecting his beloved princess. "Stay with her, hmm?" saod Roxy. "I'm sorry, but that all depends on what colro we assigned you when you walked in. Everyone has been randomly assigned before even arriving in our world, and we'll tell you what team you're on in just a moment." she then looked at everyone. "One last delay; get to know your competitors. You may be with or against them. I'll give you 10 minutes, and then we'll explain your position and the tournament will begin."