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[Baetyl Royale RP] Official Roleplay

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TyranBrûlée:
Introduction:
  At last, the opening day of the Royale has come. The desert sands blow around in the wind, amplifying the wave ripples, as if egging for the Royale to start. In the middle of the vast desert lies the Facility. There, all the spectators and contestants bustle through the main room, waiting for the announcement. The speakers screech, then a cheery male voice speaks up, "Thank you all for attending the first annual Baetyl Royale. I'm sure you've all read about us in the pamphlets provided at the information desk; if not please grab a copy now. To all the wonderful contestants who have been hand-chosen by our system, please make your way to the Crew Rooms we've set up for you."
  In each of the 4 Crew Rooms, a message is posted by a large door. It reads, "Get acquainted with your partner! Microphones are provided on the counter to remain in contact with your Supervisor or Paeyon. Paeyons have 30 minutes before they are dispatched in various places within the desert field outside a 50 mile radius of each other. You both have 30 minutes upon your arrival to come up with battle tactics. Supervisors must stay here and supervise through the security cameras posted throughout the playing field. You may use any and all of the provisions within this Facility. You may also leave the room at any time, but do NOT leave the premises for your own good. Choose your comrades wisely, as there may be only one crew victorious. Cry Havoc and let slip the dogs of Baetyl."
Again, the man behind the microphone addresses the crowd though the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for waiting. We'll begin in a matter of thirty minutes. In this time, the crews will discuss their order of attack. If you wish to take a break, please head over to our gift shop and food court. You may leave at any time during the Royale(although it would be a terrible waste of your money), just speak to one of the guards to escort you to our underground exit. Let us slip the dogs of Baetyl."
Rena walks through the door labeled "Crew 1" and looks around. Spotting the peculiar paper on the wall, she approaches and reads it. "30 minutes, huh? I hope my partner gets here soon.. I wonder who it is.. I wonder what kind of people are in this experiment..." As her thoughts flood, she hears the door behind her click open.

BloodcatNS:
* Nero silently enters the room "Crew 3".
Nero: Thirty minutes.... it's all I have for planning everything out.... Once he- or she.... gets in the room, there shouldn't be any greetings... This is serious, there's no need to put up a cheerful mask, anyway.. ...So all I have to do now is wait.

dark 5FVD:
Enters the room "Crew 2"
BlindshoT: thirthy minutes wow that's alot of time. But with who will i get droped in the team. hmmmmm just hope i can work with him/her
well sinds i gotta wait i might as well train some more

Light:
Metatron enters the room labeled 'Crew 3" and finds someone already waiting there. "You are... Nero, correct? I am Metatron, your supervisor. Are you ready for the tactical meeting?"


Light hurriedly runs through the halls of the facility with a panicked look on his face. Crap crap crap, I missed the entire ceremony...! Which crew am I on? Which door do I go through? Craaaaaap... He stops in front of a door labeled "Crew 1". Ehh... I guess I'll try door #1. He opens the door and walks through.

TyranBrûlée:
Rena looks up to find a boy rushing through the door, analyzing his sweat and heavy breathing as a rushed attempt to make it.
"Hi, you must be.. uh.. Blindshot? I'm Rdroid9000, but you can call me Rena"
She holds out her hand to shake his.

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