Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2019 13:28:15 GMT -8
"This is some utter bullshit..."
He grumbled as he walked into the lobby. His sheathed katana rested across his broad, muscled shoulders as Cress hooked his arms around it. A cigarette dangled from the corner of his lips and with every puff of smoke, a few ashes fell and stained the otherwise clean carpet beneath his feet.
"Don't see why the hell I gotta come to this thing... who does that woman think she is, forcing me to do things I don't wanna do?"
He grumbled with a derisive snort, a deep scowl taking over his face.
It was clear Cress did not want to participate in the winter event. He didn't care about a cash prize at all, but being a vassal to the Duchess of Truffle Village he was bound by oath and duty to show up and fulfill his mistress's request. But he sure as hell didn't have to like it! Iris pointed at him as he approached, announcing his arrival.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you..." She faltered and glanced at the pad in her hand. "Um... what's your team name, by the way?"
"None of your goddamn business, that's what."
Iris frowned.
"But... we need to know what name your team is going by—"
"The Bane Of Your Existence."
His dark eyes briefly flashed crimson as his demon energy was stirred by the remark. She seemed willing to let it go after that.
"Yeah... that's what I thought."
Cress stomped past the other contestants—granting Melody a pointed glare in the process—before he approached one of the towering ice blocks. This one was as good as any, wasn't it? Cress lowered his blade to the ground, finished his cigarette with a long drag, and ground it out against the ice block and waited for his partner to show—someone randomly assigned to him by the judges as Cress had outright refused to find a partner.
"Don't even see why I need a damn partner... this is the dumbest godddamn thing I've ever done in my whole goddamn life."
What a grumpy sourpuss of a Saiyan, he was.
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