Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[Tami]

Praxat is with Dash " You know Dash I really wanted to enter that tournament , well I hope anyways that tournament that Sarada, Cthylla, Meagan, Charco are entering in that alternate world is up to code of conduct that all tournaments should go by . There are shady tournaments out there that don't even check for things like doping." Praxat said

"Ah've been in a tournament, and believe me, they don't care much 'bout how you got stronger. Only that you are and that you can put on a good show." Dash then looked towards the entrance to the RoST, "Ah do hope they don't run into anyone they can't handle."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Big Papa Toadil:



A large toadian at 7 ft tall. Seems more of a physical fighter than an energy or magic caster.

[Tami]

Big Papa Toadil:



A large toadian at 7 ft tall. Seems more of a physical fighter than an energy or magic caster.

Noticing the Toadian, Meagan casually tried to read his power level.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Noticing the Toadian, Meagan casually tried to read his power level.

He’s not hiding it. He doesn’t seem to know how.

Roughly about 700,000.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

There were so many people here. Sarada wanted to find this so called Masked Man of Mystery so she could get a load of him.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ah, credits were still good here. Excellent. "That's quite the offer! 10,000 per seat, correct?" He asked. 10,000 for the entire box was just too good to be true...but it didn't hurt to ask.

“10,000 a piece.”

[Tami]

He’s not hiding it. He doesn’t seem to know how.

Roughly about 700,000.

She then walked, with little sign of emotion, to where she could view the most people in search of others on the list. If this timeline Chris-the-knife was anything like their timeline's, he would not be out in the open. So she doubted he would be that easy to find. However, she kept all her senses up, doing her best to size up the opposition without giving away anything about herself.

She trusted Althena would also be observing those gathered, in her own way. The more advanced information they had, the better.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

There were so many people here. Sarada wanted to find this so called Masked Man of Mystery so she could get a load of him.

As officials started leading the chosen fighters into the casino and towards the arena in the far backyard, Sarada sees the fighter she was looking for.

[KingofPie]

“10,000 a piece.”

Blizzar's personal drones had been deployed, opening their compartments so Blizzar can handle the payment for the seating arrangement. "From the looks of things, the tourney may very well be starting soon and I don't want to miss any sort of ceremony they may be starting the festivities with," he informed the ticket scalper. "So, my good friend, I'm going to presenting you with the deal of a lifetime. Firstly, I'm going to transfer to you twenty-five thousand credits," Blizzar began.

"Secondly, I will present you with this to cover the rest of the costs..." Blizzar stated, reaching into one of the compartments and presenting a jewel encrusted golden bar. "The Lost Limerick of Limentide. An ancient Tuffle artifact thought lost to time," Blizzar stated, not quite sure if this timeline had Tuffles as they did...not that at mattered, the gold bar may or may not have been a fake.

Weighed the same, smelled the same, the jewels may even have some minor value in this timelime, but Blizzar figured the allure and mystery of the name was worth some interest.

"I don't want just any box, I want a V.I.P box," the Arcosian explained. "One with the works. For the high rollers. Craps tables, poker, blackjack," Blizzar listed off, tossing the scalper several dubloons to cement the payment. "Slot machines, roulettes, dancing girls, the finest champaigne, whatever games you have in this...country. I was the box with the best, understand?"

"These dubloons are from an ancient maritime vessel sunken on a obscure planet long ago..." Blizzar stated, possibly truthfully. "Once the tourney is over, IF the seats are of proper quality, I'll find you and deliver to you the rest of the set. Is this payment sufficient?"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Blizzar's personal drones had been deployed, opening their compartments so Blizzar can handle the payment for the seating arrangement. "From the looks of things, the tourney may very well be starting soon and I don't want to miss any sort of ceremony they may be starting the festivities with," he informed the ticket scalper. "So, my good friend, I'm going to presenting you with the deal of a lifetime. Firstly, I'm going to transfer to you twenty-five thousand credits," Blizzar began.

"Secondly, I will present you with this to cover the rest of the costs..." Blizzar stated, reaching into one of the compartments and presenting a jewel encrusted golden bar. "The Lost Limerick of Limentide. An ancient Tuffle artifact thought lost to time," Blizzar stated, not quite sure if this timeline had Tuffles as they did...not that at mattered, the gold bar may or may not have been a fake.

Weighed the same, smelled the same, the jewels may even have some minor value in this timelime, but Blizzar figured the allure and mystery of the name was worth some interest.

"I don't want just any box, I want a V.I.P box," the Arcosian explained. "One with the works. For the high rollers. Craps tables, poker, blackjack," Blizzar listed off, tossing the scalper several dubloons to cement the payment. "Slot machines, roulettes, dancing girls, the finest champaigne, whatever games you have in this...country. I was the box with the best, understand?"

"These dubloons are from an ancient maritime vessel sunken on a obscure planet long ago..." Blizzar stated, possibly truthfully. "Once the tourney is over, IF the seats are of proper quality, I'll find you and deliver to you the rest of the set. Is this payment sufficient?"

The scalper’s eyes narrow, then his grin widens.

“Yeah, gotcha mate.”

He gestures and if Blizzar follows, he walks to a security agent and whispers something in her ear. She nods and comms someone else.

“VIP box seven is taken now, Master Incenio. Escorting the guests now. Yes sir, full price. Yes sir, an Arcosian in fact.”

She nods to the scalper and Blizzar.

“Good job, Jeice. Master Incenio is pleased. He wasn’t sure anyone would buy the last box.”

She gestures to Blizzar.

“If you and your friends will follow me, I’ll lead you to the box seats.”

[Sub-Zero MKA]

As officials started leading the chosen fighters into the casino and towards the arena in the far backyard, Sarada sees the fighter she was looking for.

After some looking, she found the masked man. He... wasn't what she was expecting. Which was saying something, since she wasn't expecting anything.

As they started to herd the fighters into the arena for 5he tournament to begin, she sidled up to him. "Cool looking mask," she commented. "Is it a relic or an antique?"

She measured his PL to see what he was working with.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

After some looking, she found the masked man. He... wasn't what she was expecting. Which was saying something, since she wasn't expecting anything.

As they started to herd the fighters into the arena for 5he tournament to begin, she sidled up to him. "Cool looking mask," she commented. "Is it a relic or an antique?"

She measured his PL to see what he was working with.

He spins and poses. He’s just a bit taller than her.

“Haha! I am the Masked Man of Mystery! Warrior of Justice, Defenser of Truth! Winner of this upcoming Tournament!”

While he poses and cameras go off, getting al angle son him, he seems to ignore her original question in favor of posing for nearby paparazzi.

He seems strong. Over 500,000.

[Tami]

She then walked, with little sign of emotion, to where she could view the most people in search of others on the list. If this timeline Chris-the-knife was anything like their timeline's, he would not be out in the open. So she doubted he would be that easy to find. However, she kept all her senses up, doing her best to size up the opposition without giving away anything about herself.

She trusted Althena would also be observing those gathered, in her own way. The more advanced information they had, the better.

Keeping the hood of her cape just low enough over her head to shadow her face, Meagan observed Sarada talking to the masked man. He reminded her of someone, but she wasn't sure who.

Moving past as they headed towards the arena, she scanned the others, checking power levels, and looking for anyone who might pose a threat.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

He spins and poses. He’s just a bit taller than her.

“Haha! I am the Masked Man of Mystery! Warrior of Justice, Defenser of Truth! Winner of this upcoming Tournament!”

While he poses and cameras go off, getting al angle son him, he seems to ignore her original question in favor of posing for nearby paparazzi.

He seems strong. Over 500,000.

These stupid cameras are annoying.

He wasn't that far behind her. He should provide her with a quality fight before she dashed his dreams and ended his time in the tournament.

"Superhero, huh? You remind me of this guy I know. Totoma; that name ring any bells?" She eyed him closely to gauge his reaction. Hearing his name should have made him flinch just slightly, which would confirm her suspicions.

[KingofPie]

The scalper’s eyes narrow, then his grin widens.

“Yeah, gotcha mate.”

He gestures and if Blizzar follows, he walks to a security agent and whispers something in her ear. She nods and comms someone else.

“VIP box seven is taken now, Master Incenio. Escorting the guests now. Yes sir, full price. Yes sir, an Arcosian in fact.”

She nods to the scalper and Blizzar.

“Good job, Jeice. Master Incenio is pleased. He wasn’t sure anyone would buy the last box.”

She gestures to Blizzar.

“If you and your friends will follow me, I’ll lead you to the box seats.”

The scalper talked to security guard...meaning he wasn't just some street hustler, he had ties to the casino. The Arcosian lieutenant's suspiscions were raised, but it was something he decided to keep to himself for now. Outwardly, Blizzar responded with a friendly, "Excellent! Thank you!"

He loudly snapped his fingers, to draw the attention of Held and Althena. "Held. Frog. I've found us arrangements. A VIP box, in fact," he explained, before leaning in and whispering to them, "No need to thank me, just hand me your ten thousand reimbursement credits once we return to our homeworld."

"And with everyone gathered here...onward to box 7!" Blizzar nodded at the guard, prepared to follow. 7 was indeed a lucky number...but thsee seats had better be worth it.