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CitrusArmsKikka - Common Realm
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@Zeroth
Camilla never did visit the bathrooms, which - as we all already knew - meant that her words to Pompadouce about going to freshen up was nothing more than a polite way of getting the heck away from his sorry loser-ass. But leaving that sad sakc and his cronies far behind, Camilla proceed towards where the applicants and spectators were moving. When she reached the area where the groups of were being seperated, she gave a once-over to the crowd, before pmoving on past the gate and the large, imposing doors that were - for the time being - swung open, inviting the brave into the proverbial lion's den. Not that lions actually live in dens, that's a horrible misconception and doesn't actually make any sense. But enough about animal facts!
Moving along the arena floor, the young lady didn't seem at all interested in sharing in the activity of most others. Which is to say, scoping out or eyeing out the competition. Camilla's gaze and head remained largely still, as she gracefully kept on walking, until she found a suitable spot among the gathered where there was still room and folks were packed too tightly like sardines. It was at that point she noticed the handsome
fellow with the long blue hair and the slight scar. This Alwin-fellow seemed to be drawing a lot of eyes.
However, to anyone paying close enough attention, Camilla didn't seem at all interested in checking out this young, objectively attractive and dignified young man, but rather... Her gaze seemed to fall on the gaggle of floozies who were sueeing and trying to cozy up to the stoic, unflinching fellow. A slight smile was on her face.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice spoke up, seemingly directed at her.
"Makes ya sick, don't it?"
A short, but brawny, dwarf person had appeared! Red doublet, bead darky eyes, had the beginnings of a beard, spurred boots - how unfashionable.... - and now he was lighting a smoking implement - next to me...? Ugh... - and then proceeded to speak some more.
"Gunnar Einsley." he introduced himself, holding out a rough palm to Camilla. "And if ya don't mind me sayin' so, you are the definition of high class."
"Bet you say that to all the girls." Camilla half-smiled, half-smirked, before extending her own, white-gloved hand and giving the pint-sized chimney a brief but gentle shake of the hand. "Camilla Azurios, by the way." Compared to her speech and mannerisms when interacting with Pompadour a few minutes ago, the young lady's demeanor seemed almost entirely different. She wasn't anywhere near as eloquent or refined in her speech, seeming instead much more laid-back and casual. "As for that --" She let her eyes wander over to Alwin (the chipmunk?) and his entourage again. "-- I think it's kinda cute." She gave a slight, quick and bright laugh.
Camilla then spared a moment to follow where this Alwin was gazing. A ... Balcony? Ah, yes. That must be where the esteemed judges of this spectacle were going to be watching from. The illustrious Captains of the Clover Kingdom's finest, most noble protectors and guardians. The same renowned and admirable heroes who, for five years, had made no meaningful progress in bringin the monsters who ruined her life to justice. No, she shouldn't think that way. That wasn't why she was here today... Luckily, these bitter, dark thoughts and feelings were kept inside, and didn't mange to bubble up or show on her impeccable surface. Her gaze quickly left the currently vacant balcony and returned to the guy called Gunner. Or was it Gumball? Bah, who cares! She just needed to entertain any further comments until this whole thing got started.
She could do that.
... Wait, was that...?
Oh, isn't that the cute red-head boy from before? She spotted a familiar ... Face? No, it wans't his face that was familiar. Just his hair. It seemed he was here to participate as well. It wasn't until that moment that Camilla realized somehting very important though!
She looked down into her left hand, spotting the little wooden badge with her number on it. With an amused giggle at her own scatterbrained self, she moved the little piece to one of the buttons on her dress, and with some quick fingers, attached it. After all, the thing wouldn't do much good if nobody could see it once things got started.