New York City

New York City/Earth - First Location of the Tournament

Sikes stood at a roof top of one of the apartment buildings as he looked around, abit of a suprised look on his face as he saw a world with so many things he had never seen before.

"Wow....this place sure isn't anything like home. So many weird things and so many people just walking around for no reason." He sits down, on the edge of the building he was on as he looked down at the scurrying people below, chuckling abit. "This place might be abit fun then. A place so different from home does seem interesting." He then laid down, having only his legs hanging off the edge as he laid his back on the roof he was on as he placed his hands behind his head, turning to look up at the sky.

((Just place your character into the place and once everyone does their "intro" I'll assign some of my specially made characters in my head as enemies once the matches start XD))

Zethya was well out of her comfort zone. She had walked down two streets, and someone had touched her. Made strange faces and noises at her, mostly the males...what sort of people did those things to Kinshe's? Zethya shook her head. These were not her people. They didn't know what she was...or what she could do. People thought she was just another one of them...

He stood in the middle of an alleyway, staring out into the streets beyond. A hood was pulled over his head, prtecting him from the unwanted elements and prying eyes of others. His eyes darted from left to right, watching the people go by, all those helpless lives. did they know what was in store for them?
Kendel Strykes smiled a cruel, menacing smile, his slightly jagged teeth flashing white in the dimly lit alley. Reaching down to his waist, he grabbed his claws, attaching them to hand and knuckels, a routine procedure. He turned and slashed one diagonally down the wall, sparks flying as he did, then spun a struck with the other, creating an "X' in the brick. The smile grew larger at this. Everything was ready.
Kendel stared up into the sky, at the unknown powers that be. "Okay, Tournament. Bring your worst. Do yur best to strike me down. I take everything you got and bring it back ten fold." A very malcious chuckle escaped hsi throat.

Luckily, a change of clothes wouldn't be necessary this time. Western styles seemed to still be a popular thing in this date, particularly with this country music thing. But, wait, this wasn't the music Eian had remembered hearing in 1885. Oh well, he figured. Things change all the time and there is no sense in getting all in a hustle about.

Still, doubt crossed his mind. This did not seem like the location for a legendary battle, but rather just an ordinary day in an ordinary city with ordinary people all packed in way too close. However, this was the date. Eian had double and triple checked before even thinking about sending himself back. It was just a matter of waiting and watching for a chance to weave himself into this tournament.

In the mean time, he wandered the streets of New York City and prayed that there was some good lunch here.

Zethya stopped. She heard metal striking brick. Not something you would normaly hear in a city like this. Her tattoos began to burn, warning her that someone inhuman was near. The tattoo on her shoulder of a small pheonix began to burn. It rose up off of her skin, and after a nod it flew off. The small flaming bird landed on a rooftop just above Kendel. After looking around for a few seconds, it flew back to it's master, and reported.

Hm...a Mythros...of the Reptilio. Interesting. Zethya thought to herself. The Mythos and the Pyrathians had long been allies...however, in the Millenium Tournament, no one was your alli...you were on your own.

Kendel stopped his mocking revelrie when something small caught his attention. Casting his eyes toward the edge of a roof, he spotted a brilliant;y coloured bird, looking around the alley, but mostly at him. He glared back at the small being. Someone is spying on me!
Kendel grinned his wicked grin. If somone was spying on him, then his presence was known to someone. Particularly, someone withpower, power enough to send this small bird. Turning his back to the bird, he bounded up towards the opposing wall. His feet hit the wall, but only long enough for him to kick off and launch himself back the other wall. Kendel gripped the edge of the roof and flipped himseld over, landing with ease on the rooftop.
Kendel glared around at the rooftop and the others near by. He could not make out a soul, and the bird had left without a trace, back to it's master. Kendel flicked his tongue out, getting a taste of the air. Like most snakes, Kendel used his tongue to track a persons scent. There, a slight smokey woody smell marked the path of the bird. The grin grew wider.
This Tournament is having a wonderful start. He lept off the roof, landing on the adjoining on, following the scent. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" he called out, taunting his prey.

Zethya grinned as she heard the Mythros.

"Such impatient creatures thy people are my friend..." Zethya said, flame engulfing her, and transporting her to the rooftop. "Why does thou say that I was hiding?" The flames dwindled, and stayed near her, burning intensly, but never burning her, or anything around.