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Ciara

"There is beauty in corruption, don't you think?"

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a character in “Impending Pursuit”, as played by phantasms

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« I. D E S C R I P T I O N »

« F U L L N A M E »
→ Ciara ←

« A G E »
→ 59 (Fifty-Nine) ←

« G E N D E R»
→ Female ←

« H E I G H T»
→ 5'6 (168 cm) ←

« W E I G H T »
→ 69 kg (150 lbs) ←

« R A C E »
→ Slime(Symbiote/Black Sludge) ←
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« II. A B I L I T I E S »

ImageImage« S T R E N G T H S »
✦Slime Physiology - While her skin is indistinguible from a human's touch normally, when exposed to significant physical strain or when her body is sliced clean into, she will reform herself. She is only able to be killed if her core is destroyed which resides in her chest. She is also able to create solidified weapons out of her own body or from her own body.
✧Physical Strength - Her body is naturally strong due to her age and the symbiote. Able to nonchalantly lift several thousand pounds and fight with an almost unmatched physical prowess.
✦Stubborness - She quite literally doesn't know how to give up, needing the reasoning of others to be convinced off her path. This helps to her advantage as well, relentless and unwavering and coupled with her advanced metabolism are all useful traits for surviving the harsh games of the Pursuit.

« W E A K N E S S E S »
✦Susceptibility to Certain Elements - Despite her body possessing a near immunity to physical strains, she does have weaknesses to certain elements. Extreme cold temperatures make it difficult for her to move quickly while sweltering heat and electricity makes it difficult for her to keep her body intact.
✧Masochist - Slimes are without the ability to feel much, however, pain is a stimuli that Ciara feels as deeply as most. Her drive to feel anything can lead to her taking more damage that she can sustain in the long run during skirmishes.
✦Simplistic - Simple in goal and method, Ciara usually doesn't have much in terms of plan. A more welcoming follower as opposed to leader which could lead to her being easily tricked into losing her life.



« III. P E R S O N A L I T Y »

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Eyes painted with a baggy gloom and mouth fixated in a perpetual frown, her resting expression does not reveal much besides theory, taking the demeanor and sway of a dreary day-dream. Not much can hope to snap her out of this constant daze, going about her own goals regardless of the stimuli around her. On the cusp of cold and distant, between the valley of apathetic and hopelessly unaware, she goes about her own passions like a moving vehicle. Unstopping, unwavering and only interested in stilling when presented with food or fickle interests.

She moves with the sway of someone thoroughly sleep-deprived, constant twitching as she bounces in and out of consciousness but always earnest in her own tasks and orders despite yawning as frequently as breathing while performing them.

While she is generally described as a loner, Ciara is an affectionate individual, at least that is the most plausible method to her usual antics. Slimes have developed the ability to feel emotion through touch and coupled with Ciara's own unawareness but boundless curiosity leads to her touching and hugging others seemingly at random without understanding the present implications.

Despite her eccentric nature, Ciara is a capable warrior. Seemingly enjoying combat with a crazed grin, battle is a particular motivator of hers and the prospect of feeling anything (usually pain) is enough to fuel her involvement with the Pursuit alongside the delicious food and her own personal goals.



« IV. H I S T O R Y »

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........Born a black sludge in a corrupted rain-forest, most inhabitants below exposed to the First Impact find themselves mutated by the conditions, the sludge instead was born as a being who was both created and furthered the spread of corruption after The First Impact. It existed for the sole cause of rendering the lands uninhabitable, a task she performed unquestionably. Despite not exactly constituting as sentient at this time, it saw beauty in mutation, and only wished to corrupt as opposed to destroy.
........However, even a simplistic being such as herself had heard of lands undefiled, untainted by the corruption below. While it held no personal malice, its entire being lived to corrupt and the only lands that remained were above.
........Seeking a way to travel up, the slime possessed the body of a zealous researcher, born above and wishing to thoroughly study the mutants below. The black sludge developed sentience and intelligent as they became a single being and eventually after living almost half a decade, the corruption became one with the host.
........Ciara, now with the intellect to see out her simplistic but lofty ideals, masqueraded as a mutant and enrolled into the games. She had the mind to play nice as to not be executed on the spot..but when the opportunity arises, she will seek to corrupt everything.


So begins...

Ciara's Story

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Few dare venture deep inside the forest that Ciara had made her dwelling. Her presence and the perpetual corruption that had seeped into lands once verdant had turned the once thriving wood into a heart of tainted evil. Of course, there were ones who choose to live near her despite the danger, their mutations more prevalent as a result, but the lands were extra inhospitable to travelers, with the inhabitants also sharing a similar sentiment to these unwanted guests.

Ciara, however, didn't mind the company. While most of the forest dwellers were grumpy and unpredictable, they recognized the Ciara as a generally harmless swamp lady who wandered about and willingly listened to the plights of anyone once she had chosen a place to sit for the night. It was her peaceful drifting that allowed her to receive multiple..electronic device thingies from willing targets and essentially put herself in the running for her next prospect.

While most would be content with never being picked for the competition. Ciara had been quite literally waiting for the opportunity as soon as she heard of it. Despite the stock-pile of identification devices she had amassed, her ageless wait had spanned many years. Until the moments of motionless stay were cut through by a ringing buzz that crumpled her measured heap of electronics.

Sauntering over, she listened intently at the words. Forming a slight smile at a sight that would seemingly scare most, her type of wait had finally come to a close. Processing the words that illuminated the screen, the chipper electronic voice reconfirming the meaning as both light and sound cut through the dark and the quiet respectively.

"ID-4230911, please remain where you are. A shuttle will come to transport you up."

Crawling out from below the canopy that made up her dwelling, it did not take long for the forest to be greeted by the descent of a futuristic spacecraft. Sweeping over the swaying verdant with a wind that dissipated as soon as the shuttle landed, the side of the vehicle opened and pushed out a ramp after a few expectant moments. A march of white clad soldiers trickled out from the entrance. Spotting Ciara from the clearing, they walked up to escort her.

"ID-4230911, make your way towards the ship." Only answering with an uninterested yawn, the girl obediently followed the group of soldiers after presenting her identification device. With an almost unsettling form of calm, she walked through and sat at an open seat. Silent and not even acknowledging the other participants that came inside to fill the shuttle. Her stare remained equal parts tired and uninterested and while such a deep pondering look could only lead to theory as to what she was exactly thinking, her mind was truly blank in this moment. Her head filled with air instead of thought. She did however notice participants straying away from sitting next to her, though she also didn't seem to mind.

Traveling with the crowd, Ciara went where she was told without question. Undertaking a perpetual sleepless sway that reverted her reactions to mere nods, her daze led her to the gathering room though promptly ceasing at the smell of something buttery and sweet. Her everlasting wander brought her to the impressive refreshments table were she proceeded to gorge herself without much care for etiquette or even passable manners. Her aura from earlier was sure to sway the people who arrived with her, unknowingly acting as the guardian of the snack table as she proceeded to clean it out.

Registering the physical stimuli of being tapped on the shoulder, she turned her head over and subsequently down as her gaze met the eyes of a feminine figure. Halfway through a half-bitten scone in one hand and finger-sandwich in the other, she paused to register the figure before turning back and continuing her meal. Most likely forgetting the person that graced her sight before being tethered back by a stronger poke.

"AY! Don't f*cking ignore me!" The feminine figure yelled at Ciara with an unmatched fury. Bringing their head close for a moment of scrutinization, they finally spoke with a regular tone as soon as they were certain that they had Ciara's attention. "You're 4230911, right?"

Processing the simplistic question for a few moments, she paused for what seemed like would be a lengthy ponder before turning her attention to them and nodding. As soon as Ciara answered their question, her head craned back for the regularly scheduled programming of stuffing her face in.

Hearing a huff and sigh from her left, Ciara was quickly pushed from in front of the table until they were in more of a clearing in the room. "If that sassy child assigned me a slow one..then I'll bite her f*cking throat out.." Mumbling to themselves, the individual's anger faded now that Ciara's attention couldn't possibly find a way to distract herself. "I am your manager which means you'll follow my orders without fail. Understand?"

Making a show of considering their order, Ciara finally turned her attention back onto them before nodding.

"Good~, let's go then. First stop is a wash, you smell like a mix of raw sewage and stray chemicals." Pushing Ciara out of the room and through the hallways, they eventually led her to a futuristic booth. "Take your clothes off and stand still. No squirming."

Following their orders, Ciara stripped and walked until she was in the center, almost unwavering to the cold water spraying at her sides and the steam that coated her skin. Fortunately the temperature was not too unbearable in either direction, Ciara able to stay formed as Celty relayed more information through the intercom.

"I'll need to make you presentable, otherwise the multi-colored midget is going to have a cow. Fortunately you have a nice face, so I'm just gonna dress you in something fancy and set you on your way. You'll be able to meet others contestants if ya wish but I have a feeling you'll be booking in towards the food. Just..don't make a mess."

Allowing the scented steam to settle, Ciara's bare form walked from out of the stall. Celty looking her over before throwing her a bathrobe to cover herself with. "Put this on..and I didn't get your name."

After holding the robe for a few moments, she simply nodded and threw it over herself. "Ciara." With a soft, quiet tone, she answered their question with her first word.

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Sighing audibly, Ciara attempted a turn in her deeply constricting gown. Increments of black frilly fabric made up the draped collar, wrist ribbons and ends of her dress while a pattern of light and dark reds formed the base of the dress. A small dark bow was tied on the top of her head while similarly black ribbons were tied around the waist and stomach area. It was loud and deeply old-fashioned design and the worst part was her perpetrator was not finished with their preparations.

"Ciaaaara..!~" A voice cut through her efforts to lament, prompting the red-head to seek out a place to hide. Hearing scurrying and the pip-paps of barefeet, the manager would be greeted with silence, a fittingly white-noise quiet that made the paled-walled guest room that they were changing Ciara in seem truly empty. "Ciara! Come out! Don't make me count.." Only needing to saunter a few steps, the manager squatted down to look under one of the tables to find Ciara crouching under, closing her eyes shut and propping her hands atop her head.

Despite feeling Celty's breath, it seemed that Ciara believed the age-old notion that if she couldn't see her seeker then her seeker subsequently was unable to see her. A myth soon popped as Celty spoke to her face to face. "Don't be difficult."

Finally heeding her words, Ciara crawled from under the table and made her way to the middle of the room. Wearing a slight pout, her eyes formed a fitting glare as Celty reached for the add-ons they had placed onto the bed and begun to dress her with them. Her own fed-'upness readily apparent from her silent expression alone. Noticing this, Celty's face formed a similar stern scowl before speaking out with a huff of annoyance.

"Don't be such a wuss. My sense of style can't be that bad." As soon as the manager spoke those words, Ciara's eyes narrowed at Celty's transparent bubble-wrap top. Her autumn orbs fixated on the outlandish article of clothing before the slime girl wrenched her gaze back at Celty and cracked a smug smile.

"F*CK YOU DUDE!" With an expression that shifted from a studied calm to an almost primal fury, Celty let loose a growl at their mutant, tying the 7th ribbon around the girl's waist with an unkempt ferocity. Taking a few steps back, they looked at Ciara head-to-toe before nodding.

"You don't look half bad, all thanks to me, of course.." They placed a hand over their chin. Studying Ciara's simple expressions in an effort to derive a reaction, only to sigh once it was made clear that the slime girl was indifferent, as she was to everything. "Now, shoes. I don't wanna hear no moans. Put these on." Celty pulled out a pair of ruby heels, a shade of red that wasn't close to even matching the color of her dress.

Following her direct order, Ciara strolled over and slipped her feet inside. Her first few steps were horrendous, becoming close to tripping on her face after every pace. However, the slime-girl found her footing and was able to walk in her new shoes while only looking a little awkward.

"Now, I'll set you off. Again, to reiterate..don't eat like a slob and talk with people more. Ohoho." Smiling to themselves, Celty lightly shoved the balancing girl, seemingly enjoying watching her stumble in an attempt to regain her footing. Finally gaining her fill of watching her competitor trip about, they offered a hand to escort. Ciara clenching desperately onto their arm as they escorted her out and to the ballroom that their party was being held.

Celty deposited her at the door before waving her off. "Hehe..oh yeah, when meeting someone, ask them what their ideal spouse is!" Meaning their parting words as a joke, Ciara would undoubtedly mistake it as an order.

As she stumbled her way through the party room doors, her eyes instinctively zeroed in on any feast that accompanied the party, only to find the banquet was all the way on the other side of the room. Cursing her heeled feet, her curious gaze turned to study who had already arrived in the main lobby.

While her eyes could register the stimulus, her inability to read their emotions from a glance only made the gathered groups of people all the more confusing. It would be best for her to greet how she always has. Starting with the damper, sharp-eared gentleman in the lobby who was similarly studying the convened masses with a hostile expression.

At first, she only wanted a touch, leaning over and reaching to pat his back, only to trip on her heel and to stumble into him. Her attempts to grab at any handhold resulted in her wrapping her arms around the man's chest in an accidental caress, however she was in no hurry to remedy her mistake by pulling away. In fact, this was the best case scenario if she were able to dismiss conventional societal norms.

"Sorry." Her head angled up to meet his reactive over the shoulder gaze, Ciara seemingly uninterested in breaking off her hands as she continued to hold onto him with the upmost nonchalance.

From her deep touch, she could feel his emotions. Gathering notes of disgust and anger that seemingly festered inside of him like a perpetual flame. Her curiosity beckoned her to learn more, but her lack of passable etiquette made it difficult to naturally do so.

However..that did not deter her from trying.

"What is your ideal..spouse?" An outlandish question coupled with a butchered deadpan delivery, Ciara was setting the stage for a rather unforgettable first meeting.

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Edward scanned the room of now crowded contestants. Knowing that information was key in achieving a perfect victory, he looked on to see if any of the mutants in the crowds was worth saving and ones that he needed to be wary about. There were creatures of all different shapes and sizes, some gathering off in the bar others bunched up in the middle, mingling, and munching. Most of these creatures seemed like they didn't have anything special about them.

The elf couldn't help but reflect back to what happened on the shuttle. The muscular monster that he met, set on only destruction and fighting; if he were ever to join this Game, it would have had to be Edward's duty to kill him before further damage could be done. Fortunately, the red haired man was captured by the humans and nowhere in sight. However there was one more mutant that he met on the shuttle.

A butterfly mutant, who claimed to be the queen of her "people". She seemed to share a similar sense of justice to Edward, but that didn't make her any less dangerous. Her poisonous spores that come out of her wings, immobilized a big menace like the one he saw on the shuttle. That same toxic fumes came from the bight pink mushrooms of the Amazon rain-forest. Close to his home, every now and then, Edward would see foolish adventurers brush up against the brightly colored mushroom only to be knocked out and immobilized.

It was his and the other elf's duty, as helpers of the creator, to guide those poor souls out of the rain forest, so as to not taint the grounds with rotten corpses. The elves would take shifts outside of their hidden village, and if the travelers were to be found knocked unconscious, the elf on duty would carry them out of the rain forest. From a young age, Edward taught of different toxins and other various hazardous chemicals. The particular poison the butterfly lady carried with her was one of the worst ones. It took a bit of time to take effect, as it wasn't anything dangerous at a tiny dose, but inhaling too much would immobilize someone, getting some on an open wound would mean death to all the cells around the area and even bone decay. Just the thought of the poison made Edward cringe in disgust.

His thoughts were interrupted, as arms from behind grabbed onto his chest, the unknown figure leaning full force on his back. Quickly, Edward adjusted his weight to not fall over and support whatever weight was being put on him. Irritated, he looked over his shoulder to meet the orange-eyed, human-like creature. Her red hair was falling down on her face and her dark bow on the head, slouching back due to gravity, as she looked up at him with a blank expression expressing an apology, but not removing her hands from him. She held her position, even when Edward showed his discontent on his face. She then proceeded to ask Edward what his ideal spouse was.

Initially, rage filled him, as the concept of a forsaken race, the humans, caressing him, was a big damage to his pride. However, upon closer inspection, the figure that looked to be human did not act as such. What was more, was that the figure leaning on him was most likely a contestant, meaning she was a a mutant of some sort. Suddenly, rage turned into interest, as the elf grabbed the two hands gently wrapped around him. He let out a smile, as he elegantly turned himself towards the girl without letting go of her hands.

Looking downwards, Edward could see the red haired lady was wearing ruby red high heels. Inferring from how she leaned on him, he could tell she was not used to them. Her scent was was perfumy and no not a single scent of alcohol could be found. Plus, the contestants just got here and the Elf doubted anyone would dare chug down such high levels alcohol before the orientation. Hence being drunk was out of the equation.

Edward began to doubt this creature was human, as she wasn't used to the way her body worked. Furthermore, her behavior was anything but human, as regular people would have gotten off of him quickly, apologizing for bumping into him. Instead, she latched on to his body, seeming to enjoy the close contact. This human could either be a pervert or something more...A parasite of some sort? he thought. What was this creature, and why did it enter the Game? He was about to find out. The more information he could gather, the better it would be in the future.

Carefully pulling the red haired girl up-right, with his two hands on hers, Edward stared at the girl's eyes.

"Well, take me out on a dinner first. Then I'll tell you." He responded indirectly to the girl's bizarre question.

"The name is Edward, Edward Killedge." The elf took a slight bow, not letting go of her hand, so she won't fall over. "So what is an odd, pretty creature like yourself doing here?" He inquired.

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Meeting his gaze with a plain stare, she seemed thoroughly content with just remaining as they were. She was certainly not in a rush to flex her non-existent social skills, and the act of skinship was cathartic to the affectionate slime. Nonetheless, she didn't fight as her unfortunate target took her hands and spun himself about. Now face to face with the man in question, Ciara expression formed a slightly dipped frown as the idyllic hug came to pass however she reverted back to her usual resting face in time to receive his answer.

Mentally imagining the trumpet-like shrieks of an raging Celty (even though they worded their order as a joke), Ciara's looked back into his eyes posthaste directly after letting her gaze drift while she pondered his reply. She would have to keep him here until he answered her question in full. Clenching his hands to discourage escape, she stepped forward so her forearms pressed against his chest. The girl seemed almost desperate to keep their contact to an overwhelming maximum. Equal parts because her manager's orders forced her to keep the man there until he had answered with something more direct and for her ability to sense his feelings to be more potent.

For a few moments, she stilled her advance to consider his question. Odd pretty thing..? Her brain registered it as flattery but she certainly had not been trained in receiving compliments gracefully. Her grip relaxed for a few moments only to reclench as she decided on a reply. "A odd pretty creature like myself is here because..I must meet people." Reiterating and acknowledging his sweet talk unceremoniously, she seemed to decide on an answer equally vague. Recalling the short lessons that Celty had taught her while dressing her, they told her the best way to keep someone's attention was to be intentionally unclear. Make her target spill before she did.

"..Could you make an exception for me? I cannot take you to dinner..but I must know your ideal partner." Reproposing her question that had been lost in short spurts of introduction, she worded her words like a plea..but meant it as an order. Her unblinking sleepy eyes catching his stare as she inadvertently pressed herself so the ends of her dress touched his knee. Dismissing his own attempts to create distance as even the slightest reprieve resulted in an unceasing advance by the deathly affectionate slime girl.

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Edward carefully observed the girl's expressions as he pretend to flirt with her. Not once did her face show any sign of embarrassment or surprise. As a matter of fact, her face was blank, eyes half open, like she had just opened up. The elf knew he had good looks, any regular person that had interest in him would have fallen over at those words, or at least given some sort of emotional reaction. The reaction this red-head gave showed she was not adjusted to social norms of the human world. So she must have not grown up with humans.

Furthermore, if a human was to receive a name, they would give one back, and clearly this girl didn't, which meant that his point was right or that she was hiding something from him. However, he doubted that she was hiding her feeling from him, as she did give some sort of reaction, a moment where she released his hands, which indicated hesitation to him. It was more likely that this "girl" didn't know how to respond to such statements.

This conjecture was further supported by the fact that the girl gripped his hand tighter moments before responding, as if she was using all her brain power to come up with a response before deciding to focus back on to her hands-on ways. The way she responded back to him was also to note. She kept using the word "must" as if she wouldn't live without meeting humans or hearing his answer on a trivial question. From that he could gather, that these two concepts were very important for her. Why must she meet humans? He thought to himself.

If his theory about this girl was right, it must mean that whatever creature was inside the human wanted to spread itself throughout. Perhaps humans were its main feeding targets. He looked over at the girl's forearm as she pressed it against his chest. Outwardly, the elf maintained a calm expression, but he was pretty angry that this creature was going to ruin his clothes. The girl stepped close to him, positioning herself, so that if he were to back even a little bit, she would fall on top of him. He looked back into her eyes and smiled.

"You'll have to try better than that." He said to her demand for an answer for his ideal type.

Edward leaned forward bringing himself very close to the girl's face, as he wrapped his hand that wasn't holding the girl's around the girl's sender back. He could smell her sweet perfume, but the elf wasn't phased by her. In one motion he pulled her in, causing her chest to get close to his; the only thing keeping them from touching was her arm that she had on him. For a fraction of a second, their face was only separated by air that was as thin as paper. Using the momentum of the girl coming into him, Edward spun around, shifting the weight so that he was, now falling on her. Then, he stopped his momentum, catching the girl in his arms as a dancer would catch his partner to strike a final pose.

Then he brought her back up to stand straight creating great distance between them. Clearly, touch meant a lot to this creature. The only parts that were touching were the girl's and Edward's hand which the creature refused to let go. Such a persistent creature. He thought.

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The foyer began to illuminate, lights flashed from all sides, holo pods illuminating as fog filled the center of the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, mutants both big and small, please make your way to the foyer and put your hands together for this year's Overseers, Kore Mars and Yeqon Cryo!" They rose from a podium in the center, Kore's smile so wide, her cheeks hurt. It wasn't exaggerated, Kore was truly eager for this moment, having been waiting for it for so long. Kore stepped off of the podium first. She and Yeqon had done three run throughs of the orientation speech, not that he would say much to begin with, but hopefully he remembered his part.

Kore looked out at the crowd, at the fifty hopefuls whose faces were a mix of bemusement, entertainment, and fear. She swished her cape over her shoulder, Kore's form illuminated by the lights, the gold in her outfit sparkling as she took her place in center-stage. "Welcome everyone!" A hover mic floated near her, capturing her voice so that the speaker hidden throughout the area could make sure that everyone would hear. "I am sure you're all very eager to get to tonight's party, but first, we have a brief orientation with some important rules!"

"We're your hosts, Kore and-" she glanced at Yeqon, hoping that he was paying attention. "Let's get right into it," Kore clapped her hands together, the holograms suddenly changing to display the rules. "We have a few rules for the mutant living corridors. Our first and most important rule, is that you must wear your tag at all times. Those tags are your key to the world card and without them, you won't be able to enter the rooms or unlock your door." Kore's smile eased a bit, the tags were akin to wrist chips, only less permanent, since injecting a mutant with a small microchip wasn't exactly efficient. Not to mention the distrust mutants already had towards the humans.

"Our second rule is, please do not attempt to leave the living space. This is an area just for you all and if you are found wandering the ship, unescorted, you will be subject to discharge from the games." This was an important rule, for the safety of the humans. Not that the door would open from the inside anyway. "Our third rule! No violence in the hallways! Sparring is allowed in the gym, but murder is only allowed in the Game!"

Did they understand at all? Were the rules registering in their pea sized brains? Kore hoped so. "Those are the three most important rules! The rest can be found in your handbooks in your rooms. As for other important information, everything we talk about tonight will be in your handbooks." Kore clapped her hands together, glancing at Yeqon again to see what he was up to.

"Now, the Games will take you through four different environments. Before each game, your manager will brief you. You have one week until the first Game begins, during which you'll each have several interviews for the audience to get to know you! You'll want to nail these interviews, since the more sponsors you have, the more mini prizes you'll earn during the Games! This can be anything from a bowl of soup, to a jacket!" The screens illuminated to show clips from past years, of sponsored items being delivered to contestants.

"Your biggest interview will take place the evening before the Game begins. As for the space around you, you are free to use it to prepare! Eat to your heart's content, train until your arms fall off, and relax! Remember, the only way to back out is between Games, so make sure you know what you're doing! Now that, that's over with, let the party begin!" Balloons and colorful streamers suddenly rained from the ceiling. Music played from the speakers and the door opened to allow potential sponsors and managers in.

"What do you think Yeqon?" Kore turned to him, her smile sparkling. "See any potential winners?"

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A contrast from the light measured scrunization the handsome elf was imparting onto her, Ciara's glances were as dry and lifeless as her droopy gaze looked. However, fortunately, her forms of study were not performed by mere eyes.

As she continued to press and grind against him, her body could feel his thoughts. Not to the point of reading him directly, but her normally scattered and unreliable perception was shaped by the flavors of his musings. While she preferred strong, more passionate emotions, she wasn't one to complain about a free meal (though this elf's dagger-like perusing was neither tasty nor sustainable).

However, either the man did not have a shared opinion with Ciara on personal space (or lack-there-of) or his perceptions truly had led him to figuring out why exactly she was so intent on touching him. Before she knew it, he had twirled her idly slightly life-less body about, bringing her close, breaking the space, teasing more intimate gestures only to dip her and plop her a few steps away. While Ciara wasn't usually one to shift her own resting expression, the fruitless dance was enough to even have the dreary slime girl wear a slight pout.

Even as the overseer spoke in an overly grandiose manner, Ciara turned her ears off to stare at her current target. Whether he chose to look away to listen or drop his grasp on her, she cared not. Continuing to latch on and stare into him with uncharacteristically determined red orbs.

It didn't help that she felt his anger before. A topic for further discussion as her hurried words were preceded with a quiet huff. "I can feel it. You are angry with me..you resent me." Shedding light onto her abilities, she took a ired step forward in an attempt to close the distance, not to the point where they were touching, but to the point where another would lead to just that.

"I mustn't let you go until you tell me why."