As the newcomers slowly acclimated themselves to their exotic settings, the great spiralling Tower that could be seen from any part of the City began to become active. The great bulk somehow began to vibrate, building in both noise and intensity as it spun- slowly at first before picking up speed in its revolution until its great momentum bore into the skyline and space itself to reveal a white void against the darker night sky, like a dimension was fractured to reveal a glimpse into a higher plane. From the contrasting expanse came a
large screening of a figure, one that was rather... whimsicial. All that could be seen from his apperance was a humanoid shape, the rest of his body a literal blank space with a question mark floating where a face should be Peering down at the country sized City, the titanic image looked like a god with the entirety of all underneath under His purview.
"Welcome, my Players." A most genteel voice emanated from the skies, soft and yet booming at the same time, each word crystal clear.
"As you have no doubt guessed, you all are here to play a Game in this City. And I am He who brought you here, the Viewer. I won't mince any words- you have been brought here only be entertainment. Pieces in a game, as simple as that. You just simply have to survive and reach Me to win, everything else you do in this City will be of your own volition and choices. I expect great things from you all...~" And abruptly as He appeared, the great silhouette blinked away, the sheer whiteness of the space he was previously occupying being swallowed up once more by te blackness of light. For a moment, all was quiet until sheer noise rang out from the City as the other inhabitants reacted to the mercurial appearance, shifting through the gamut of reactions and generally being turbulent and churning.
Mahora"..." Ranma gaped at the man shaped thing that appeared in the sky for a moment before his brows swiftly descended southwards to form an angry slant. "That jackass!" The pigtailed boy gritted his teeth as his ki flared for a bit, illuminating his form in blue tendrils of energy before calming down as he invoked the Soul of Ice, purging the rasher emotions forcibly to keep an even temper. "Hahn..." Putting down the saucer with a careful amount of gentleness, the martial artist attempted to refocus himself and be productive rather than become Ryoga and make a mess of things.
Naturally, his eyes came to rest on the nearby Chinese woman in blue with the eye-catching spiked bracelets considering she was sitting at the same table and had mentioned him. Deciding he should at least introduce himself to someone in the group before he gained a dumb nickname again (he had prior experiences with such), the crimson clad took the lead. "Heya, the name's Saotome Ranma." Naturally, Chun-Li gave him a good impression by being 1) a martial artist that knew her stuff judging by appearance, 2) rather levelheaded compared to the martial artist kooks back home, and 3) keeping an eye out on the psychopath that was making trouble earlier. "Guess this is our ragtag group, eh? Kinda fitting for someone like me." Making a joke at his own expense, the teen jerked a thumb to himself and gave a bit of a self-deprecating smile, wondering not for the first time how he kept on getting into situations like this.
Chao for her part looked a tad more serious than she generally did after the appearance of the Viewer's broadcast, her face set in an undefinable expression that bordered on frowning but not quite. "And it has started again..." Muttering this under her breath, she took a glance at the group before reverting back to her cheshire like grin once more. "In any case, if any of you'd like, there's quite a bit of empty rooms here in the campus since Mahora was sucked into the City during summer vacation." Taking out a tray that filled with various keys, the owner of the eatery gestured to the things. "Please feel free to pick up a key and requisition a dorm room since this'll be your home base for the moment. I can't in good conscious let you sleep out in the open." The Chinese girl said, being rather helpful simply because she wanted to be. "Tomorrow will be the first challenge, so I'd rather you all be comfortable and well rested before you tackle the day."
RoanapurLooking out the window, the normally stoic Balalaika's face turned rather feral- like a wolf that was hungry and wanted to rip out its prey's throat. "You heard the Viewer. Be good gladiators and put on a good show." Waving a hand, the group of Russian mercenaries scattered about te bar grouped together about their leader and made their way out of the establishment with her in the lead. "Lots of blood will likely need spilling in the near future. We'll keep in touch, and I'll be asking for help in the future from you... fine people... " With that sarcastic drawl, the tall Hotel Moscow leader disappeared into a waiting limousine which soon drove off into the distance. Roanapur itself was now in a frenzied state that was half fearful and half greedy. Opportunities would no doubt appear very soon that would be full of either boons or perils like other such times when Players arrived in the City, where common sense and logic flew away due to the whims of a bored god.