Dark Tournament RP Episode 1: Rough Meetings
 

The group had reached the shore, and was feeling ready to battle anyone they met. However, before they could even step off the ship, Taro stopped them. "Listen, kids, I have a few business to take care of while we're here, so try not to get into any battles, okay?" Without waiting for their replies, he walked off the ship, and disappeared in a crowd.

Gokin stared after their trainer. How in the world were they supposed to get anywhere? The only person who seemed to know where they were and how to find anything had just disappeared on them. Gokin was starting to develop a distinct distrust and dislike of Taro.

"Great," he muttered, letting his anger flash for the first time. A burst of aura shot off him and many turned to find its source. But his level had quickly subsided and left many scratching their heads wondering where the sudden spike of energy had come from. "I hope," he said to the others on his team. "That at least one of you knows where we should go."

"Well, as it happens I have some contacts and relatives coming over to watch my performance, and a room booked at the ritzy hotel over yonder. But I don't know much more than that. I suppose I should probably get off too, and see if I can meet up with a messenger of the organization I'm working for. But I think for now I'll hang with you guys, cause I'd have too much trouble being inconspicuous."

Faze reached into the red bag and pulled out a folded map. "But I do happen to have a map. And it tells me a decent restaurant is THAT WAY!" Faze pointed.

Gokin's head snapped up at the mention of the word restaurant. He snatched the map out of Faze's hand. "Which way?" he asked. "There? That's it? Alrigh."

He shoved the map back into Faze's hands. He dashed off without waiting for them in the direction indicated on the map. He was famished from the trip over. That bastard Taro couldn't even let up then. There is such a thing as pushing too much. As such, he had gone through his supply of food quite quickly and knew he would be ready to fight. So he counted his money, happy that he had quite a bit. When he arrived, he was overjoyed to discover the restaurant was actually a buffet. He grinned and paid a pittance, then proceeded to eat everything the cooks set out.

"A bit more rice, please," he asked a horrified chef.

"There isn't any," he replied angrily. It was then that Gokin noticed the angry mob of cooks, waiters, dishwashers and so on gathered behind the head chef. "You ate us out of business."

Gokin didn't like where this was going. Taro had said to not get into any fights. "I'm terribly sorry about that. Here." He handed him the same amount he originally paid.

"What is this? A joke?"

"You got double for this meal," Gokin said. "Now, I must be going." He pushed his chair away from the table and laid his fork on the mound of dishes piles on it. A loud creak echoed through the restaurant, and then a sharp crack. The table collapsed and dishes crashed to the floor. "Whoops." He then dashed out the door before the astonished kitchen workers could say a word.

Gokin eventually ran into the rest of his team walking leisurely towards the eatery he had just left. He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, you may want to find another place to eat."

Maron groaned. "Great... look, let's just get to a hotel before one of us gets us into trouble, okay?"

"I'm with you, as hungry as I am, he's probably already finished off the place." Faze checked the map. "Well, there are two major hotels on the island, as well as a housing area and demon campgrounds."

"The first Hotel is the overpriced "Holiday-Inn" hotel with rooms reserved for battle combatants and visitors, then there's the Luxury suites attached to the Arena, for the more wealthy spectators and fighters. Also if we're really desperate, we can board at the House of a thousand Corpses, with the dead bodies of fallen combatants built into the walls, and every tournament it gains a few floors and rooms. I hear the current favorite and champion Toguro team is staying there." Faze folded up the map and returned it to the bag.

"Your choice."

<I'd probably better stick with the group, as I"m virtually powerless on an remote island filled to the brim with demonkind, and besides I can swear that Beholder over there is staring at me!>

Maron winced as he heard about the House of a Thousand Corpses. "Eh, why would we want to stay in a place that is going to smell like a butchery? I'd rather have the Holiday-Inn, and if we can't get there, we'll just camp out or something."

Faze shrugged as he put the bag into his robes. "Okay, fine with me." Faze suddenly sensed a prescence, even through the armor he still wore. A prescense that called out warning signs in every fiber of his being. "Say, how about we get on our way there already? No sense in staying here, so let's go!" He said hurriedly as he began to push the others onward in the direction of the hotels.

Maron was surprised by Faze's pushyness, but he thought little of it as he could see the hotel. "Well, now what will we do?"

As the group moved towards the hotel, A mysterious character wandered where the others had been before. <Hmm...> This person thought. <So one of the filth is here amongst this trash? This makes things interesting> The figure chuckled sinisterly to himself. He set off towards the Arena. "I suppose I'll run into him there, eventually."

At the Holiday-Inn, Faze checked at the counter for anything under the name "Taro." He'd not found anything, so he decided to ask about the Table of Light. He found nothing again, and the Dryad behind the counter was starting to lick her chops. "Oh, how about anything with the first name of Matt?"

(Edit: Oops, sent this prematurely!)

As Faze queried the Dryad, He and the others became aware of someone else's presence, but this was not the same as before. And it was amazingly close. Faezerui Malben turned to come face to face with a complete stranger.
A similar looking stranger. Faze would have thought him to be girly, but considering his own state, he avoided it. But the man smelled familliar. His smell was masked by what might have been a rose scented perfume, but he could have sworn he smelled a fox. A familiar fox. Being wary, he stuck to small talk and ignorance.

"Can I help you?" He asked the crimson haired, scrawny man. "Oh, no. I'm just waiting in line to to check our reservations." He humbly replied in a soft voice.

"Hey Kurama! Hurry Up! I need to use the restroom!" Cried out a whiny voice of a hulking man with red hair, and a gruff face wearing a blue school uniform. "You should have gone back when we were on the boat." a short shifty man lashed at him matter of factly. This one had black pointy hair, was obviously handy with a japanese blade.

The large guy trotted in place, "What? I'm not going to piss on that damned boat! What if one of the other teams had survived and caught me with my pants down?" The weird Deckhand waived from view from outside. "Aye! Ye'd be disabled and unable to enjoy ye missus! Aye, that ye will!" Suddenly a wraith dropped from the sky and carted him off. "Yar! So much for a repeated joke! Aye, that it isn't!" The lobby of the hotel watched him fly off, then resumed function. "Ok, that was weird."

Next to him, sitting on a bench was an even shorter person, who had it's face covered except for the person's eyes for some reason or another. And lying next to that person, was a guy in a deep sleep. His hair was quite ruffled and he wore a jacket over a school uniform similar to the big guy. When he looked at the sleeper, the person with the covered face gave him a warning glance. Faze got out of Kurama's way. <Kurama?> He thought.

<Something tells me there is something important about this ragtag bunch...>

(OOC: If you're still with us, feel free to engage Team Urameshi in a little team to team conversation. Beware though, It might not be a good Idea to get on their bad side. Btw: I've Kima's permission for this.)