DAY :33

[wille]

[ Fatigue is the clearest sense that bleeds through when she opens the link, but it's not dwelled upon, just an old bedfellow grown familiar. In contrast, Misato tries her darndest to seem nothing but determined, confident, enthused. It's not a lie if she also believes it. ]

( Hey everyone. We've found a few things we can use to our advantage.

First, if you want to pander to the judges' preferences, you should go colorful, electric, violent, sexy and loud. It's no time to be shy. Miss Mystery hates forest green and wears shoes dipped in liquid metal. Saldo Saldo likes soft vore, shiny and over-the-top body modifs and, uhm, transformations, like ugly duckling turning into a swan stuff. Now Talius Rex loves exotic pets, the more human-like the better, exploit that, he also likes cute things and dressing them and himself up. You may have seen his pets around . . .

Sam has also found that the chips the competitors wear are tracking their vitals, location and they act as credit cards. We may be able to use this. I know we've got a few tech-savvy people out there.

Lastly, I've got some experience choreographing giant weapons, so talk to me if you want help with that.

We can win this! I know it! Let's do our best!! )
 

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[unsea]

( Good. I was afraid you'd cease to surprise, after that display on the Platform. )

[ You know, the one where you summoned weapons out of hammerspace? Weapons, he had noted, that seemed to be made of light.

The undercurrent of something hungry. A mere flicker, across the smooth surface of a quiet mind. The dark ice, by now, has been left with deep rifts and a surface peppered with rends and wounds. ]

( What do you call that skill? )

[somnifacient]

[He pauses, rightfully so. He hadn't realized that others (who hadn't made their presence known at the time) were privy to his little... issue on the Platform. But that isn't the part that bothers Noctis; it's the undertone of something else lurking under the surface upon mention of his magic, gone as quickly as it had arrived.

Outwardly, he frowns. Maybe it's nothing.]

(That's my magic. It's inherited.) [A bloodline of kings and queens alike, the royal Lucis Caelum line.] (The power of kings.)

[To summon blades from thin air, in a flash of crystalline light. To warp, to phase, to call upon the Royal Arms. You know, the usual.]