Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33193530-20170927005402/@comment-33193530-20170927045240

A beeper beeps near the front of the room and the middle one in the chair looks at a watch on him. He's wearing a red jumpsuit and his nails are long, painted an extravagent black with white designs decorating them. His nails end in a french tip, and look like they're taken care of extensively.

"Well... it's getting rather late. The tournament won't start until tomorrow... until then, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the warehouse. Please respect my rules. I'm a proper gentleman, I promise... and I'll make sure my crew is too."

The two people on both sides of him nod. The one on the right has snow white hair, not long but shaggy. The one on his left has bright red hair and short, straight hair about down to their neck. The gender of neither can be told.

"At the right side of the warehouse you will see individual shipping crates... you know, the large things put on freight ships? Each one of those crates houses three beds - one for each of your team members. By tomorrow, you will need to come up with a team name. Not a fancy name, but one that briefly describes you. For instance, if you were all from the military, a possible name would be "Team Military." Keep it short and sweet. Finally, you are free to practice as long as you want here. Yagami will stand guard and watch you all. You're free to spar with him too... if you think you're up for it. Just remember you'll need your rest for tomorrow. With that... au revoir and be ready."

The floor they're standing on lowers into the ground slowly, closing on itself. Yagami leans on the wall of the warehouse. He speaks.

"As they said, you're free to practice out here. Ask me if you want to try and fight. Just know I won't hold back on you punks."