Aedrios Gael's Story

"And there, regitration is all done" said Dr. Simon Azler, who had arrived ahead of time to deal with booking rooms for all the students who would be attending the Grand Magi Games, as well as himself and some staff. The hotel that he had chosen was the Lucky Ace, said to be the luckiest hotel around.

"And there, sweetie! Registration is all done!"

"Thank you!"

And that was when Azler heard a familiar voice. He turned to confirm, and indeed it was the boy he had encountered earlier.

"It's you..."

"Ah! Mr. Nice Man!"

"Huh. So you are staying here too?"

"Yeah..."

Allo said that in a rather shy way, and what was when Azler noticed it...that Allo had a pin on his shirt that meant he would be working with the adminitration of the event, like with judging and commentating and score keeping.

"You...you are working with the event commitee?"

"Ah! Yes! My name is Allo Aurios, and I will be in charge of detecting and preventing anything that would endanger the audience".

"Hmm...oh, I see! You are that Allo, the Oracle of Destruction!"

"Ahh...yes...please dont say that out loud though, its embarrassing".

Allo had been recruited because of his power and title, Oracle of Destruction. This let him predict and observe events of large scale destruction. Normally, while not impossible, it was difficult to change or stop them...however, between Azler, Gale, and Atrinix, not to mention the various mages and knights present, it would be rather easy they figured. And also...Simon planted one right on Allo's lips.

"Wh...wha?!"

"From what I hear, one can increase their vitality quite a bit if they do that right? I figure it couldn't hurt".

And with that comment, Azler walked off as if nothing happened while Allo had a blush red face. Indeed, he possessed the power Kiss of Life, and because of that he had been kissed by all types. But Allo was never able to grow out of the embarassment of it, despite the sheer number of times his lips had been stolen by others, metaphorically speaking.

And so, night turned to midnight, and then eventually back to dawn as the sun rose.

There were those who arrived quite early that day, and got to see what changes had occured over night. Novelty items were now in full production and being sold, banners and other entertainment had been set up. There were a variety of magical wears being sold from booths and stores, and all sorts of special made magical items. It was a madhouse.

Shinku got off of the overnight bus and looked out across the crowd. It looked like things were really picking up, even though the event had not started yet. That just meant he had time to register.

"You sure about this, Shinku?"

"Yeah. If I am going to learn how to really use and control this power, I need to be pushed to my limits. And to do that, what better way then a Grand Magi Games event?"

"True true. BUt the events wont just be fighting. There will be other events as well, so we should be ready for anything".

"We can do this Akamaru, and I will show them all the true power and beauty of fire magic".

"Well, if you are this pumped up, how can I say no?!"

But as Armor Spirit User Shinku and the Armor Spirit Red Fox Akamaru traveled down the street, he got stopped by some kid operating one of the booths. He seemed to have dyed his hair multiple colors, and motioned Shinku to get in closer.

"One hundred Rozens, and I can give you a blessing of good luck for the next few weeks".

"A Good Luck Blessing?"

Shinku found himself taking out and holding up a one hundred Rozen coin, when suddenly it got snatched up as the boy planted his lips on Shinku. The surprise kiss was a shock, especially since the boy didn't let up at all on Shinku, but then eventually let him free.

"Blessing Delivered! Now, how about you give it your all and not let those Mage's Guild people boss you around. You can do it!"

"Yeah, I can do it! Alright, lets do this!"

And so as Shinku ran off, Azaken could only smile as he imagined the chaos that might unfold. That was his twentieth mark so far, and he could only imagine the chaos that it would cause. Of course, there was that strange fox with him...might cause some trouble, so Azaken figured he should probably change locations soon.

Although, he had his eyes set on a much larger prize.

Tavlin was getting bored in his hotel room, so he decided to go register for the Magi Games and, if he had time, maybe take a look around the city. He left his room and locked up making his way down to the lobby. He saw many people there that he was sure were there for the games.

He went into the city and started off in the direction of the Mage's Guild Head quarters. He took his time enjoying all the sights along the way. He felt a little out of place not knowing anyone, but he wasn't from around here, so it was understandable. It was actually a complete fluke that he even found out about the Magi Games.

Tavlin decided to stop off at an ice cream shop before he registered. He loved sweets. He went inside the shop and looked at the flavors before deciding on bubble gum and peppermint ice cream in a two scoop sundae.

Brand stretched his limbs as he hopped off the bus. He yawned, taking in the city towering round him. This was his first time leaving Terra, and while Questrios was more modern looking than he’d expected, it was clear to him that it was very different from Wing City.

He’d known of Origin's existence as long as he could remember, but knew very little about it other than magic being much more prevalent here than on his home planet. He’d heard about the grand magic games recently and, thanks to an assortment of odd jobs, had worked up enough funds to make the trip to take part in the tournament.

It was getting late once he reached the Traveller's Hotel. He’d picked this place for the affordability, opting for a shared room, and was told he’d be sharing with at least one other person; someone called Teak, who hadn’t arrived. So with that he went straight to bed and nodded off.

The next day he got up early to get himself registered. He looked pretty normal, with short hair, amber eyes and sporting casual clothes. Not mage-like at all, really. Nevertheless he was seen entering the HQ, smiling.

“Hi. I’d like to register to take part in the games, if I can.”

As those who explored the morning continued onward, they would find more and more magic floating around. People were using magic to power ovens, vehicles, robots even, and they were not only training in combat magic, but also practicing entertainment style magic, some where using magic with their instruments, or using it to help make quality items.

It was as if the entire city had gotten together for this event, to make it a huge hit for everyone.

Shinku though felt like his mind was a bit clouded now, and Akamaru noticed as well, but he had yet to realize the true danger of what had been done to him just yet.

Meanwhile, near the Mage's Guild, Azaken had decided to utilize some powerful disguising magic to have a little fun of his own. What was that, you may ask? Why, compete in the Grand Magi Games of course. That said, he was not the only one arriving at this time...there were two other people who were being especially noisy.

"No way! I am going to beat you!"

"Not a chance, Astral! You are going to lose to me!"

"You say something, girlie?"

"What was that, smallfry?!"

It seemed that two young boy mages, Astral and Luna, were currently having a massive argument as well. Azaken looked towards the two mages he saw nearby, while acting at least some level of normal, and couldn't help but ask.

"Is it me, or do they look happy argueing? They totally are smiling right now, right? Oh, are you two also competitors for the Grand Magi Games?"

Azaken asked Tavlin and Brand that, while disguised as a totally different person so that he could compete. After all, there was no normal way they would let a terrorist enter the Grand Magi Games. Thankfully he knew someone who had this ridiculously large collection of disguising magic artifacts and spells on hand.

A with a small flash a three winged fighter craft dropped out or hyperspace and entered into orbit above the planet.
"Nice Planet.." Stated Rayia.

"As you say Mistress." Kassandra agreed

Rayia opened the coms "This Is Rayia Icceni I am here to take part in your games...requesting clearance to land."

Tavlin was a little bit shocked to be talked to by a complete stranger. He hadn't even been paying attention to the argument. He turned to look at the two arguing.

"Heh, yeah they are smiling it looks like. Yeah, I am here for the Magi Games. I need to sign up actually." He said with a friendly smile. He didn't really know anyone here and he didn't want to give away too much of what he was able to do, so he was a little sparse with the information.

"I'm actually new in town, or rather new to the planet. I don't really know anyone here. My name's Tavlin, but most my friends call me Tav." He said as he introduced himself to the others.

It had taken a while, but Elysia, Ixa and Snowflake had made it to civilization. And then proceeded to get into quite a few noodle incidents, which the three of them would NEVER EVER speak about again EVER, if only for the ammunition they had against each other. Ixa's pursuers hadn't stopped trying in the meantime, but on the few times they did catch the three off guard, they were rather easily dispatched anyway.

That is, if they broke through the Nefarious Intent Ward Elysia had created. She had bound it to a simple bracelet, and as she had told Ixa when she gave it to him, it made him rather hard to spot for anyone wishing him harm. That did leave them open to pursuers that personally didn't care about him one way or another, but it did help at least a small bit. Aside from that there was a currently inactive tracker in it, Elysia having promised to only use it if Ixa got caught somehow, or if he lost the bracelet and they needed to find it. Last was a charm so that only one of the three of them could take it off.

Elysia had decided to come to Questrios to join in the Grand Magi Games. In part because she liked to know where she stood in magic, when compared to the styles that were used in this universe, for safety's sake. The largest part was her just being a huge magic nerd though. She did realize the Seed would give her a bit of an unfair advantage, providing her with a constant stream of energy if needed, but then again, it was not like other mages didn't have aces up in their sleeves.

Originally they were going to make their way to the Mages Guild Headquarters immediately, but like the country bumpkin she might as well have been, she had been distracted by pretty much everything. Ixa joining in most of the times.

She had been rather baffled at the fact that some of the Knights seemed to use dragons as a mount. Dragons had been Calamity Class beings in her world, without a single exception. Luckily she didn't panic in front of everyone, if only because that had already happened before, when she had not learned of the difference between them.

There was quite a lot more, but she was already being distracted by something else.

It had taken a while, but Elysia, Ixa and Snowflake had made it to civilization. And then proceeded to get into quite a few noodle incidents, which the three of them would NEVER EVER speak about again EVER, if only for the ammunition they had against each other. Ixa's pursuers hadn't stopped trying in the meantime, but on the few times they did catch the three off guard, they were rather easily dispatched anyway.

That is, if they broke through the Nefarious Intent Ward Elysia had created. She had bound it to a simple bracelet, and as she had told Ixa when she gave it to him, it made him rather hard to spot for anyone wishing him harm. That did leave them open to pursuers that personally didn't care about him one way or another, but it did help at least a small bit. Aside from that there was a currently inactive tracker in it, Elysia having promised to only use it if Ixa got caught somehow, or if he lost the bracelet and they needed to find it. Last was a charm so that only one of the three of them could take it off.

Elysia had decided to come to Questrios to join in the Grand Magi Games. In part because she liked to know where she stood in magic, when compared to the styles that were used in this universe, for safety's sake. The largest part was her just being a huge magic nerd though. She did realize the Seed would give her a bit of an unfair advantage, providing her with a constant stream of energy if needed, but then again, it was not like other mages didn't have aces up in their sleeves.

Originally they were going to make their way to the Mages Guild Headquarters immediately, but like the country bumpkin she might as well have been, she had been distracted by pretty much everything. Ixa joining in most of the times.

She had been rather baffled at the fact that some of the Knights seemed to use dragons as a mount. Dragons had been Calamity Class beings in her world, without a single exception. Luckily she didn't panic in front of everyone, if only because that had already happened before, when she had not learned of the difference between them.

There was quite a lot more, but she was already being distracted by something else.

Brand chuckled at the two mages arguing, before turning to the other two mages he’d been brought into conversation with.

“Yeah, I’m here for the games too. Mainly ‘cause I have no idea what to do with my magic. Or life. I’m Brand,” The young mage replied, offering them both a handshake. He was quite comfortable talking to strangers, taking a friendly, casual tone. “Nice to meet ya! I use fire magic and shapeshifting, fire doesn’t generally work on me and I’m super weak to ice and water.”

A few of the other people in the room fell silent and stared at him with dumbfounded expressions for revealing his abilities and weaknesses in such an upfront manner. When he noticed this reaction he simply shrugged.

“Sorry for the info dump, it saves anyone trying to figure out what I do and it’s more fun if it’s a challenge. I’m new here too, from Terra. Oh and don't worry,” he continued, "I won't ask you about your magic."

Questrios City Air Traffic Tower, North Side:

"Sir, we have a request to land. Its a strange ship like you were looking for..."

The air traffic control tower looked back at the Enforcement Officer, the man...no, the boy, who he had been ordered to report to. Lyrian LeCross. Dressed in an old fashioned style, and keeping a katana sheathed on his side, the boy who had cat ears and tail seemed rather focused and cool. No, his presence had that aura of a cool kid in general.

"Hmm. ALthough it could be, it seems unlikely those are the people I am looking out for" Lyrian told him. "Besides, no flags are coming up, so we legally have to let them land...but, it would be a shame if no one was there to greet them, wouldn't it. Keep me informed of future developments, I shall go greet our guests".

As Lyrian told him that, he turned around and headed down towards the landing zone they had been designated to. After all, better safe then sorry.

Questrios City: Outside of the Mage's Guild

"Tavlin huh? My name is Rulo Cross, its a pleasure to meet you" Azaken told them, giving a fake name as if it was his natural name. He then looked at the other man who had offered his hand. He took the hand to shake, but then also quickly leaned in and gave it a kiss. After that, he quickly let it go and chuckles. "Oh, sorry, did I startle you? That was just a natural part of a customary greeting where I am from, but I keep forgetting, thats not natural for most people right?"

He said that, although in truth both had been phrased as questions, and for good reason. That was because it meant he had yet to give anything that would be seen as a command, after having used his power, Kiss of Command. It would make anyone he kissed follow a command he gives, so provided Brand did not pull away before his lips made contact, it should work.

"But you know, I bet your magic would be awesome. You should definently use some powerful flashy magic right here. Don't worry about the danger, I am sure surrounded by all these mages it will be fine".

Disguising his words as a carefree personality sort, he said those things. Well, even if Brand had pulled away before Azaken got the kiss in, he still would have said those words, to see if he could spark even some normal reckless behavior.

"I cant wait to see everyone's magic and what it can do, after all!"

Meanwhile, Azler was also approaching the Mage's Guild as he noticed those others, including the approaching Ixa and Elysia, and Astral and Luna. Aedrios himself was also just opening the doors of the Mage's Guild so people could enter the building and register, hoping to see some interesting magic himself.

"Oh! Oh! I think we made it Elysia!" Ixa said, as they approached the Mage's Guild HQ. It seemed that it was quite crowded, with dozens if not hundreds already coming to register.

"I will show you my magic is more powerful!"

"In your dreams!"

And in front of Ixa and Elysia, Luna and Astral had ended up right in their path. Neither were casting spells, but rather summoning magic power directly from their bodies in a brute force attempt to push each other back. In this instance, whoever had the superior magic power would be the victor, however...

"Errr!"

"Uhhhhhggggg!"

The two were completely balanced, to a point of silliness. It was not a close match, their magic power levels were exactly identical. Neither one was superior to the other, it was totally balanced out.

Snowflake, who had hidden herself from being viewed normally, couldn't help but be a bit...shocked.

"They are completely equal. Just...what are the odds of that? Elysia, you understand the differences of people and how magical powers develop. Is such a sight even supposed to be possible?"

Snowflake actually asked a bit of a silly question, as it was clearly possible since it was happening before them. Ixa, who had been happily admiring his new bracelet and enjoying the sights with Elysia, couldn't help but tilt his head.

"Is it really so odd? They seem like good friends after all, maybe they trained together equally?"

"But there are also the factors they are born with..."

"I think it just proves they are good friends, that they trust each other not to push each other away!"

"No...I am pretty sure they are actively trying to push each other though....well, we should probably just stop this silliness, and then go register ourselves".

Tavlin took note of the mischievous gleam in Azaken's eyes as he kissed the other mage who had so carelessly mentioned his weaknesses. There was clearly some sort of chaos magic at play here. The way Azaken spoke, the words were very deliberate, not something that was very noticeable, but Tavlin picked up on it right away. He knew all to well that words were power in this line of work and a spell could be cast quite easily on a novice without their knowledge.

He shook Brand's hand as well. When Azaken made his rather loud announcement of wanting to see everyone's magic and what they could do, Tavlin nodded and gave a sly grin.

"I'm interested in seeing yours at work too." He said before he was distracted by the other young mages coming toward the building as well and arguing over whose power was stronger.


Meanwhile, another bus came to the nearest bus stop and a young felinoid Aonian stepped off and walked toward the Mage's guild. His silver and black fur shimmered a little in the sunlight. He was wearing a black thin hoodie with teal green trim and a striped tank top underneath along with a pair of black cargo shorts. He had a pair of headphones on that were attached to a small music player that had a near infinite storage capacity. He took the headphones off so that he could pay attention to what was going on around him. He walked toward the guild building and looked almost too small to be a mage as he was so short and young. He walked past all the others, Tavlin took note of him as well, and went to the front desk to register.

Rayia eased the TIE Phantom onto the landing pad the strange sound of it's twin ion engine shutting down as the ship came to rest. "Well her goes nothing." Rayia said as she exited the pilot seat.

Kassandra pulled on her helmet and readied herself while Rayia went over and activated the commando droid that would serve as a guard for the Phantom fighter should anyone be foolish enough to tamper with it.

Rayia lead the way out of the fighter her hood and mask hid most of her dark skinned face her armor cling tight to her form as she drifted down the gangplank her lightsaber hang from her belt her only weapon... and the only one she needed. behind her Kassandra followed her red armor standing out next to the black of Rayia's gear. On her hips where holster laser pistols and on her back was a vibroblade and what looked to be a sniper rifle.

"Seems We have a welcoming party..." Kassandra said nodding toward the locals coming up.

Rayia eased the TIE Phantom onto the landing pad the strange sound of it's twin ion engine shutting down as the ship came to rest. "Well her goes nothing." Rayia said as she exited the pilot seat.

Kassandra pulled on her helmet and readied herself while Rayia went over and activated the commando droid that would serve as a guard for the Phantom fighter should anyone be foolish enough to tamper with it.

Rayia lead the way out of the fighter her hood and mask hid most of her dark skinned face her armor cling tight to her form as she drifted down the gangplank her lightsaber hang from her belt her only weapon... and the only one she needed. behind her Kassandra followed her red armor standing out next to the black of Rayia's gear. On her hips where holster laser pistols and on her back was a vibroblade and what looked to be a sniper rifle.

"Seems We have a welcoming party..." Kassandra said nodding toward the locals coming up.

A young mage walked into the area before the mages guild itself, grimacing a little. At his side, a Succubus on his arm. She seemed rather affectionate, which was likely the catalyst for his apparent discomfort.

Norme, my Norme. Now that we're here in Questrios City, standing outside the Mages Guild, what shall we do together?

The Succubus crossed her arms, her fiery hair intensifying its orange glow as she adopted a confident look. It was clear she was a demon through her orange skin, orange eyes, and pointed ears, as well as her tail and her cloven hooves. Her nails, though not long, seemed sharp and ready, likely able to be used as claws, and she stood slightly taller than the young mage she accompanied. She wore some kind of armor, though it looked demonic in origin, and was made of dark-colored metals and thick brown furs. At her waist was a spellbook, chained to a belt she wore that also held two small pouches and a small case.

We shall enter the Grand Magi Games. I've been in the shadow of my siblings when it comes to magic, and a stage like this will finally let me prove that I am just as capable as they are! Of course, it's thanks to your help. I really do value it, and I'll be counting on you during this tournament just as much.

The young mage replaced his grimace with a confident look of his own. He was a Human, and he was likely raised on Origin, but something seemed off. He also dressed about as expected by a mage; in robes befitting a scholar. A robe, belts, tunic, and shawl, all coordinated in blues, greens, and beige. He also wore brown boots and had a hat that was quite large compared to himself. His hands were covered by brown gloves, and he too bore a tome at his side, as well as small pouches and cases of his own. He was slightly shorter than the demon that accompanied him, but it seemed he was in control of their choices.

Norme began walking to the Headquarters itself so he could sign up, trying his best to not be approached by the other people in the area, and Jezebeth clung to his arm as a romantic partner might.

I'm always glad to help you, Norme. Of course, I already know you're stronger than your family. No offense, but they were kind of lackluster when I met them. Ahaha! Hahaha!

If no one hailed them, they'd enter the Mages Guild Headquarters.

Brand was slightly taken aback by the unusual greeting from ‘Rulo’, however he didn’t react much and instead shrugged it off. “In some places people kiss each other on the cheeks, there’s nothing weird about it. Nice to meet you, Rulo, Tavlin,” he said, beaming at the two of them.

The fire mage probably looked like a fool to those more experienced, especially Azaken, since he’d seemed not even slightly suspicious. Not that it mattered, since Azaken wouldn’t have needed his spell in order to cause some chaos. Brand would be happy to oblige either way.

The pyromancer grinned, stepping back from the queue as he twirled his hand around in the air. A small, delicate trail of fire danced around it, which crackled as it morphed into a ring of embers. He tossed this up into the air above, where it exploded like a small firework, forming the shape of a golden phoenix, which beat its wings once or twice before disappearing in a flurry of sparks.

He got a good scolding from a few of the other mages waiting in line (partly due to some of them being singed by sparks) but overall no real harm done and he looked quite pleased with himself, although he was still none the wiser to Azaken’s magic.

Not long after, he had registered, thankfully being in no serious trouble, and was standing outside the HQ like before, chatting to anyone who’d put up with him.

Azaken was happy to see his actions taking success, as he loved the sight of chaos. It was something he enjoyed, the chaos that people could create, and how they could react in different and unique ways, and he especially loved seeing people surprise him. He loved that the most, the fact people could keep surprising him.

The event in question got the attention of everyone else though, including Astral and Luna, finally breaking up their fight.

"Hey, watch it!"

They also responded in unison, further strengthening Ixa's belief that they were great friends.

However, it seemed that little display caught another's attention as well.

"Alright people! Enough dawdling about!"

This voice spoke with wisdom and age, but also had a fierce power and spark inside of it. One that might make people want to obey, to listen, and to not interrupt him.

This was the voice of the Mage's Guild leader, Aedrios Gale.

"Alright everyone! Come on in and get registered already! It wont be too much longer till the games start, so you don't want to procrastinate it!"

Hearing the voice of their old master, both Astral and Luna practically snapped to attention, and did not dawdle in the slightest. Many others followed them, entering the Guild Building and its truly magical and fantastical nature. Even from the small view through the doorway out there, one could see books flying past, floating lights, and of course...breathtakingly attractive male and female receptionists.

"You may converse inside if you please, but lets at least get this started!"

Ixa, who also heard all of this, looked at Ryder.

"Looks like its time to enter!"

Shinku however, while following, didn't quite feel himself...and Akamaru meanwhile made a call.

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Lyrian went and met the people who had parked, along with several immigration workers from the Origin Immigration Agency. Lyrian kept a cool look around these people, all of who had legendary class paperwork skills that should not be underestimated, with various documents ready to be filled out and completed.

"Welcome to Origin. My name is Lyrian LeCross, Enforcer".

One of the people next to him came next to Lyrian, and kneeled as a clip board and some papers, along with a pen, were presented to him.

"Archon LeCross! Please use mine!"

"Thank you. But no need to use my rank here. After all, our guests wont know the rankings most likely..." he said, keeping a cool voice. One might noticed his clothes were a bit more old fashioned besides the boots, but that the katana on his side practically radiated a supernatural power.

Turning back to the guests, he continued to speak.

"Now then, we just need some registration information and some forms filled out, like for parking, which should only take a few minutes, and then we could guide you to the Mage's Guild to register for the Grand Magi Games. Sounds good?"

Tavlin made his way to the desk and began looking over the paper work as he took a clipboard and went to sit down and filled things out. The questions on the form were just the basic information and didn't ask for anything too personal, so Tavlin wasn't too worried. He returned the clipboard and went to do a little exploring.

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Meanwhile, Aneko made his way to the front desk and noticed the boy who introduced himself as Lyrian LeCross the enforcer of the guild. He was a little awestruck to see another feline since he hadn't seen one since he escaped from Aonia. He could tell that he wasn't Aonian like himself, but he still felt a kinship to other feline races. He walked up to the boy who looked to be a little older than him, though not by much.

"Hi, Lyrian, I'm Aneko. You're a feline race too! Where are you from? I'm from Aonia. You're the first feline I've seen since I left there." Aneko gushed getting a little over excited, his lack of social skills starting to show as he hadn't spent much time with other people but had been training his powers alone. His fluffy tail swished back and forth as he got excited by the idea of making a new friend.

Elysia didn't notice much of anything, having gone in lecture mode at Snowflake's question. It wasn't until it was her turn to register that she was forced to focus on something else. She stared at the clipboard. The questions weren't all that outlandish, being basic information, but then again, her circumstances weren't that ordinary either.

"Hmm, Age huh..?", she muttered, "Even if I don't count my time 'outside', I lost track after the first few millennia." In the end she decided to cast a cantrip to divine her actual age. Her initial attempt at casting it failed. She had forgotten to account for the fact that her own universe was destroyed, and the root of the spell was set there. It wasn't until she had her magic direct the query to the Seed she was host of, that she got an answer to her question.

Of course this DID include her time in the Void. She couldn't help but stare at the number. Changing the query, she got the actual answer. It changed the amount of years less than she had hoped, but she wasn't going to lie about it, no matter how much she was tempted to.

Her casual modification of magic hadn't gone unnoticed by most, some actually being able to divine the extent of what she just did.

"So... Age: 28754-years-of-relevant-existence...", Elysia continued muttering. After that she went to planet of birth. Here she simply put down 'Fysalda'. and when it came to the Location of said world(Space Sector and/or Plain of Existence) she had no choice but to put down N/A.

She had to skip a few other answers to questions, for lack of having them, until she finally finished by signing the Waiver. She wasn't all that worried about her 'life' all things considered. Mostly because she was outside of that cycle, simply being. A true immortal.

As people stepped up and took some registration forms, a strange vortex appeared on the ceiling. For a moment, nothing came through, and then it closed. Nothing happened, so people shrugged their shoulders and disregarded it....until another vortex opened up, and Jaune, Demor, and Iviri fell through.

"Owww...."

"Could someone please get off of me?!"

"Jaune! Kimaru! Thank goodness, I just detected a spike in interference with the neural lin..."

And then, as if on cue, a huge stream of fire emerged, centered around a red haired boy (Shinku) like a flaming snake, with extreme hostility. There was no precursor incident (aside from Azaken's brainwashing from earlier that morning), and no trigger. It just happened immediately, and then struck out towards the audience. Its brilliant flames flaring with life....and then, several swords launched out from the flames and changed up the attack entirely.

But at that same time, a huge gust of wind seemed to knock the flames away and restore piece, even blowing the figure who had been hidden by fire and smoke out of sight...

"Whew...that was close...now, stay still!"

In truth, Jaune had just sped Shinku to the opposite side of the room to get out of eyesight while he figured out what the hell just happened. Of course, most people might miss it, but anyone with exceptional perceptive abilities might have noticed.

Iviri was still confused about what happened, but so where many others. Ixa just stayed by Elysia and hoped to not get involved. Plus, he was not a big fan of fire.

However, it was at this point that the leader of the Mage's Guild, Aedrious Gale, appeared.

"Do not worry. Sometimes, magical anomalies happen in these areas. Please stay calm and know that you are in no danger here, as the security people already had barriers and other countermeasures deployed to deal with the situation if needed. Now then, since I am here, and you are all here, does anyone have any questions about the Grand Magi Games that will be hosted soon?"

Despite his age, he spoke loudly and clearly to everyone, and given his height, towered over most if not all of the people there.

Rayia made her way at last into the mage guild hq. Mages of all sizes and sorts where rushing around to get sighed up and settled in. Any that could sense it would feel a darkness coming from Rayia has she walked into the hq. The Red armored figure of Kassandra soon joined her side have had finished filling out the docking paper she joined her mistress.

"Some of these are just kids..." Muttered Kassandra.

Rayia was silent making her way to the nearest table. "So is this where I sign up?"

Needless to say, Demor was a little surprised by being warped to the Mages Guild Headquarters via portal stone... or whatever it was that got him here. Landing on his stomach, the Male Drachini rolled to his feet, and then stretched out his body, now fully relaxed and clean from his time at the baths with Iviri and Jaune. His tail swished out behind him, likewise stretching as he yawned, revealing sharp teeth. As he finished he licked his lips and crossed his arms over his chest, blinking slowly.

Looking around, Demor took in the area around him, and each individual he could see, or smell, or even just magically sense. There was a massive amount of magic energy in the area, and he sensed that the games would prove to be quite the spectacle to be a part of, let alone to watch. A bolt of lightning sparked around his body, arcing around his shoulder as he became eager, and he shivered with excitement.

"Well, that's one way to make an entrance I suppose..." he commented finally before turning to Iviri, offering the boy his tail to help him to his feet if he hadn't already made it there yet.

Norme, currently seated in a chair, finished filling out his form as Jezebeth peered over his shoulder, an inquisitive eye trained on the paper.

Well, Norme, it seems the host has made himself known. He's got a powerful aura though, so you'd best be on guard.

Norme looked up and filled out the last part of the sheet, completing it.

Urgh. Just being in the room with him is oppressive. Well, we'd best listen carefully. Some questions may give us the information we need to take note of.

Norme glanced at one of his gloved hands, a look of determination crossing his face as Jezebeth placed her own like hand on top of his, surprising him. The faint glowing marks embedded in each were identical.

Jezebeth...

Oh, my Norme. Remember we share our power, and my power is far more intense than any lowly demon you may have ever known; it's a power you have to your name as well. We'll succeed for sure, and I've got your back as long as you have mine. That's a part of this connection, right?

Yes. You're right. I think he's about to speak more, let's ready ourselves, and commit everything he says to memory.

Brand chuckled at the flaming apparition that had appeared. He was as lost as anyone else in guessing where it had come from but he felt motivated to take a humorous approach to the situation.

“Pyromancers, am I right?” he remarked. Whether his joking was appreciated was little concern to him, so long as he wouldn’t get in trouble with the authorities. Well, at least not too much trouble.

His attention however was mostly focused on the arrival of new mages directly into the room that had just occurred. Having now registered he thought he might as well get to know the other contestants, if they were social anyway.

“Well, that was more unusual than taking the front door!” he joked as he approached Demor and Iviri.

"And here we are, the moment we have all been waiting for! The Grand Magi Games has begun! Here in the QuestZone Colosseum at Questrios, we are here now to celebrate, or participate, or just enjoy the Grand Magi Games! I am your well known reporter, Trisha Adler, here with ONINet, the Original News Intelligence Network! We are here live for the very start of the event, hosted by the Mage's Guild, and sponsored by more companies and organizations then I can say in one go! So you can see the list of sponsors below, and probably across the stadium on various ads! In addition, I believe those companies and organizations have even offered to pay all of the expenses for certain contestants in exchange for wearing clothes that feature their brand! Now...oh, look! The Guildmaster, Aedrios Gale, is standing up from his center position to make a speech!"

ALl of the cameras cut to the center judges table, where Aedrios Gale had stood up.

"We are here today to let everyone here today use their magic to their fullest. Remember, today, it is not just about magical strength! It is about creativity, cunning, cleverness, charm, aesthetics, talent, skill, hard work, and so much more! For we are not just brutish warriors or powerful artillery, we are those who have honed and mastered our gifts to their fullest! We are those who had taken our talents, our aims, beyond what most view our gifts as being used for! We are those who will seek out the unknown, find unexpected ways to use what we have, and aspire for greatness beyond simple means!"

With those words, he sat down. It appeared for today, the judges would be Head Mage's Guild Leader Aedrios Gale, Second Prince Acara Verrevia, and Local Mage's Guildmaster Donna Roux. Meanwhile, in terms of announcers, there was Allo Aurios, the reporter herself Trisha Adler, and Lyrian LeCross.

"Now then, lets go and watch the contestests as they come on out!" she announced, and surely enough the contestants hurried onto the field. There had to be at least one or two hundred, a large number to keep track of, with mages of all types. Men, women, old and young, it seemed like people across the galaxy had come to compete. Some even looked rather intimidating and scary, as if they had experienced hundreds of battles and wars.

ANd in the center of all that, the Master of Ceremonies, Sola Arken, stepped onto...

"Oh my...look! Its Sola! Sola, sign my cup!"

"Sign my shirt!"

"Sign my napkin!"

Suddenly, the audience went into a blitz for someone who was not even competing. That was just how popular Sola was as a pop idol.

"Now now, calm down everyone! Otherwise, I wont be able to do my bit and get the games underway!" he told everyone with a charming wink. The audience calmed down in an instant, far quicker then anyone else had expected to be possible. "Now then, I am here to announce the first event for the competitors! That is right, the first one right off the bat! After all, we have too many people here right now to introduce everyone! And iv been told that it is rather fitting I introduce this one...because event number one is a talent show and popularity contest!"

With that, the crowd cheered even more until Sola waved at them to let him continue.

"After all, while the Mage's Guild has plenty of people who can fight, the primary focus is not fighting but magic! The Grand Magi Games is about magic and creativity, about spirit, not about who is stronger! So, here is the deal! You gotta use your magic and abilities to put up a great show, dazzle the crowd and get their interest, win their hearts! Be charming and sweet, cool and composed! But don't worry, because its not just a popularity contest but also a talent contest! You can pass either by getting enough votes from the crowd, or by impressing the judges with your talent! So make sure you stand up, but do remember to play it safe! Be fair everyone, and I will appear afterwards! And if everyone behaves and enjoys the game properly, I even get to be in charge of the halftime show!"

And with that, Sola Arken hopped off the stage and into the back, since he was told this event would be impossible if he remained in the crowd's sight apparently.

And of course, as if by fate, pretty much everyone who was at the Mage's Guild together earlier would be going up with the first group...though it was pretty much guaranteed many of them had not expected the first event to be like this.

Emerin looked at Altian, and had a wicked and playful smile. "I got a great idea!"

Jaune meanwhile looked at Shinku, and had a mischevous grin. "Game on".

Allo just sighed, and hoped no one would trigger his ability.

Nao started to do some stretches before anything began.

Iviri meanwhile was rooting from the sidelines, though he was not sure who he should be rooting for. Demor? Ixa? Rivyan? So he rooted for all three.

Ixa just looked back at Elysia. "I think this will be a ton of fun!"

Azaken meanwhile may have used his highest of stealth and discression ability, and pumped a small amount of an oderless, colorless, soundless, tasteless hallucinogen into the field to see what sort of mayhem would occur...though, when he saw everyone else get pumped up, he couldn't help but decide to compete for real.

Luna and Astral were also doing stretches, as they glared at each other from their friendly rivalry.

And Cyrus was preparing himself for a grand show, interested in participating in such an event. Teh revelation of the first event had only pumped him up more actually.

And so, the Grand Magi Games....began!

Elysia listened to the explanation, it was nothing she hadn't foreseen, but she couldn't help but feel nervous. A fight might have been easier on her frazzling nerves. She was not quite being used to being around people yet after millennia of isolation, let alone comfortable at being the centre of attention like this.

It was Ixa's words that drew her out of her funk. She smiled, albeit still a bit of a wan one, to the boy, "I'm sure it will!"

She watched as a few of the more confident people in the group she was standing on one of multiple stages with, started their appeals. In some case, that confidence seemed to be founded. In most others it seemed to be decidedly misplaced. Not even a minute had passed before she decided to join in on the fun herself.

She eyed what was already being cast, and how the different magics clashed with each other in a rather unsightly manner.

'This wil not do', she thought to herself, a mischievous smile on her face.

She began to draw on her magic, which in turn drew on the Seed of Wonder hiding itself in her soul. She altered the structure of her magic, which was by nature an amethyst color, to make it shine golden.

As it was, it caused her to seem to be surrounded by a lazily swirling golden haze, birdlike constructs formed of the same golden magic, visible in the vortex. She took the opportunity created by going unseen to transfigure her clothes into something more fitting for the occasion.

All of this, safe for the transfiguration of her clothes, had been pure manipulation of aether, not given purpose as of yet. This, as one might have guessed, was about to change.

She imbued the magic around her with a single purpose, and blasted it outwards. That purpose: Dispel. The magic raced across the field, dispelling whatever displays it was capable of. In the process her new outfit was unveiled, a form-hugging pale green ensemble with white, black accents.

She did a rather good job at hiding just how uncomfortable she was in such a revealing outfit, continuing on with her appeal.

Now that the field was cleared of most magic cast by the rabble that would have lost anyway, whether it be to her, or to other opponents with actual personality, she started her appeal for real.

She raised her arms to the sky, and a giant construct shaped like a bird formed around her. If one had paid attention earlier on, they would have noticed that this bird seemed to be of the same design as the ones flying around the haze earlier.

The bird moved, and a mournful trill could be heard throughout the entire colosseum, reaching even the spectators that where the furthest away. Creating several more effects by shaping her magic, she simultaneously focussed on continuing what turned out to be the approximation of a bird's song. In truth, she controlled strings of magic to create the music.

A portion of the spectators, and even a few contestants broke into tears at the sound. It was a song of loss, of longing, of melancholy. It was song of realisation that what was longed for could no longer be found anywhere but in memories. Yet halfway through an undercurrent that had been there from the beginning, but was not focussed on became the focus of the piece. It seemed to speak of determination, of love, of hope.

What once was may never be again, but every end marks a new beginning. As the music died down the bird flew to the sky, the other effects she had created rising with it. With a final 'cry' the bird and the other visual effects burst into flame, a golden shower of sparks raining down on the platform she was and the others in her group were on.

At the center of these gentle lights, a small construct shaped like an egg appeared in the sky, where the bird, now identified as phoenix used to be. It slowly floated down to Elysia, who appeared to absorb it into her body. She gave a small bow, signalling that she was done.

As she sat down on the edge of the platform, her legs dangling. As the transfiguration on her clothes dispelled, sounds of dismay could be heard once more from her fellow contestants. The first round of grumbling had come when their magic had been dispelled mid-action. The second however, was when they determined those gentle lights from earlier, which stuck to them, were draining their magic bit by bit. They gave her the stink eye, but she didn't see nor care. That performance had drained her emotionally, if not magically.

She'd start paying attention again when Ixa decided to come out and play.