Re: Incarnation Death Match 8 Research

Ronan sighed, tossing his phone onto the side of his bed.

"Darn, she's pretty attached to that thing." He decided to stretch his body before finally stepping off from the bed. Ivanna's rather early and unexpected phone call asking him to go to the fair has thrown his mood into a sour state, as his good dreams fizzled out before he got a chance to truly finish it.

Yet again, he glanced at his phone, hints of indignation evident on his expression.

"No time to waste, while those girls are having fun, I really should use this time to watch." For some odd reason, the one and only organizer, Skylar Ferrophelas and his handpicked crew, absolutely refuses to let his show be broadcasted on TV or any other officially-approved sources, causing any enthusiasts to rely on amateur videos, watch the match directly on the arena, or get the results of the latest match from that one place known as the internet.

As much as he wished he could join and have fun, he was tired, and now that he has gotten someone in the IDM, he has to do his part if he want to keep receiving the points, and in turn the Rouds, from Claire's win.

They made a promise, after all.

"Next match... So, it's either Luna and her Incarnation Venefica or that Theodore and his Kriem... Kriemhild? Quite the difficult name..." Ronan muttered, playing with the photo containing the partic.i.p.ants list on his phone. As much as his inner enthusiast wants to see a good battle, his more pragmatic side wished they could get easier opponents so they could keep winning.

On the table, sheets of paper are all scattered about, each one of them containing two names - "Lilianne" and "Charles Thiterith". Next to the hasty, scrawled details collected from both the net and the time he watched the first elimination round, some rough sketches can be seen, depicting some sort of horned figure with pencil lines to depict some sort of silvery aura from the figure's greatsword.

Several other sets of papers, with names written on the top, can be seen stacked on the corner, more organized than the newly created papers scattered about. The words 'Maxwell', 'Iven', and 'Trosker' are some of the labels that can be seen on the other stacks.

Ronan glanced at the two names, Lilianne and Charles, and shook his head.

"That pair would be a problem..."

Deciding that the best course of action is to get in as early as possible, lest he got stuck in between the crowds, Ronan pushed himself to get going.

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Even with planning, crowds aren't something that can simply be ignored on an event this big.

Ronan played with the small, black ticket with gold letters emphasizing 'IDM', while his eyes wander between the screen of his phone and the closed gates leading to the arena. After Fiora and Claire won the match, the discussions have changed, and some praises about her strategy can be heard. However, many others seem to disagree, citing the harm she inflicted on Reyvan as unnecessary and cruel.

"Hey! Are you not here with your friends?"

Ronan glanced at the general direction of that familiar voice, finding the dishevelled, white haired man he met along with the others. Similar to the day they met, Terry was still disheveled and dirty, but he has changed his dirty, worn suit for a slightly cleaner pair of casual clothes.

"Oh, hey." Ronan replied, slightly uncomfortable at the sudden meeting. "Are you here to watch as well?"

"Of course! I may not look like it, but I follow the trends as well." Terry flashed a bright, contagious smile, one that Ronan can't help but return.

"You got someone you cheer?"

"Too early to decide, though Lilianne and her partner does look promising. Your friend also got quite some guts too. Not everyone would set themselves on fire, at least not during the elimination match… Though, given the almost cheat skill on that birdhead... What do you think on the contestants so far, Ronan?"

Seeing some people have started to gather near the gate, Ronan decided to wait nearby in hopes he could get to his seat without b.u.mping into too many people. As expected, Terry trailed behind him as well, humming an odd tune while waiting for an answer.

"So far, they're all strong, for the better or worse." Ronan shrugged. "I have a bad feeling on that Krie-something or whatever."

"Kriemhild? Oh, you should've seen her in person, she's an interesting fellow." Terry hummed. "Luna and Venny are pretty nice."

"You? Knowing them in person?" Ronan asked, clearly bewildered.

"Don't forget that most contestants here has no idea about how to act as a public figure. In short, they are here just because they have a partners.h.i.+p with a supernatural ent.i.ty. Without this partners.h.i.+p, they wouldn't ever step foot on the arena, let alone become famous." Terry replied.

"Hey, it's starting already. Wouldn't want to miss the action, would you?"

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As usual, it was packed.

Ronan quickly found his seat in the front row, while Terry simply stood in front as if he owned the place. A part of himself thought that the things Terry did might be illegal, but he was in no mood to either dig deeper or question the odd fellow. In addition, as odd as he is, he still seemed like a decent sort, with his contagious smile and playfulness.

Minutes pa.s.s, and droves of people trailed in, finally filling up the rows of seats. Within a short period of time, the place became packed. Ronan thanked his lucky stars for the decision to come early, and the fact that the afternoon weather was cooperating. The cover from the white clouds, along with the gentle wind blowing across the place, made him feel much more comfortable.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the announcer's sharp voice broke the cacophony.

"Welcome, to the elimination round! This round, we have seen plenty of awesome moments, from a demon king annihilating his opponent with three words, the legendary, famed battle synergy between Carolina and Gilbert, and even a newcomer who defeated her opponent with a clever use of her partner's powers! Now, in the last battle for the elimination round, we have a pair of stunning, if highly unique, contestants! Show them your support!"

On cue, a round of applause rang throughout the arena.

A pair of females, both contrasting in age, walked into the arena. The woman walking on the left side wore a loose, translucent white dress, the color as beautiful as the clouds above. Her long blonde hair was braided into two plaits on the left and right side of her head, while her brown eyes looked stern and sharp.

Next to her, a small child with boyish cut hair walked in, her dress almost too cheerful for the literal life and death situation she walked into. Her aqucolored eyes sparkled with interest and innocence. Saying that the two looked odd would be a severe understatement - it was like they had no idea on what kind of situation they would be dealing with.

"On the left side, we have Luna and Venefica, a known pair with ma.s.sive following since the first announcement of the contestants! Now, in the last, but not least, battle for the elimination round, they can show their power!"

The beautiful woman waved at the crowd and gave a cordial smile, while the little girl removed the clasp from her chain necklace before giving it to the woman. In mere moments, the little girl's hair turned aqua, similar to her eyes, complete with black, wide-brimmed pointy hat and a multi-layered dress highlighted in various shades of blue.

The mage carried a spear almost twice her height with blue and purple markings etched on the surface. She twirled the weapon before riding it as how a stereotypical witch would ride a flying broom, before flying around the arena, close to the top of the protective field, while smiling and waving to all the contestants. It seems that people found the innocent, wide smile infectious, and they began smiling in return.

"A round of applause for the B-rank little mage!"

The audience cheered, as Venefica descended next to Luna. Luna gave the little girl a hug, before letting her land on the ground and grab her spear. Afterwards, Luna gave her a gentle smile, took off the little girl's hat and patted her head, ruffling her short aqua hair every which way.

"Give your best, but don't force yourself, okay Venny?"

"Yes, big sis!" Venefica smiled and nodded.

Both of them looked at the dark hallway on the other side of the arena, waiting for their opponent to come out.

"Now, for the second team in this round, Theodore and his partner, Kriemhild! The man, along with his B-ranked Incarnation is a hidden gem with almost no profile outside what is known within the Death Match circles, if Luna is the prime target of admiration, he was the prime target for intrigue! Don't let his appearance fool you, I'm sure he packs a punch!"

Another pair walked out from the other hall.

An ancient man with dishevelled strands of wispy, dried white hair walked out from the hall. From his black cloak, bony fingers stuck out, grasping a luxurious, carved wooden cane topped with a brilliant, knuckle-sized emerald. His posture was hunched, and his steps sure but slow, giving the impression of a man who has seen everything under the sun.

Alongside the man, a tall, imposing woman walked in, her pale skin and waist-length white hair giving a brilliant glimmer even under the merciful afternoon sun. She was beautiful, almost otherworldly so, her pink eyes provided a nice contrast to her predominantly white features.

Such a sight prompted murmurs in the crowd, some giving a low whistle of adoration or praising the old man, while others expressed their doubts at the abilities of the old man. Some countered that the other pair looked far too young, causing heated debates to occur in several sections of the audience seats.

"It's you." The woman said, her eyes narrowed and clear contempt in her gaze. "I had hoped that I was mistaken, I hoped to see an impostor. Seems that my hopes were dashed yet again." She hissed.

"Vio, Vio. You've grown, yet you still can't get your head away from the clouds." The old man shook his head. "When will you stop playing pretend with my weapon?"