Thread: Yugioh - Designer Souls

Hotsuma Oboro - Emperor of the Archfiends Stadium Entrance, Neo Domino City, May 10th, 0800AM By this point, the stadium was starting to fill up contestants and spectators alike began to crowd to the stadium. A new piece of flippant Tops architecture that made all these silver-spoon trust-fund babies feel better about themselves. Something that made them forget all too easily the events of the past, and how their hubris nearly got them all killed. Even so, it would make quite the stage for who was going to arrive. From an alleyway that happened to be across the street from the giant arena, Hotsuma's massive armored figured seem to rise from the shadows, eyes glowering across the street as the youngsters squealed and ran about in delight, some even engaging in Duels just outside the walls to practice. Others still simply meandered in through the doorway to where they would present their invitation letter and be officially registered for the tournament. Seems like we'll have the perfect audience. Those were the words that Hotsuma as the Emperor spoke to himself, slowly stepping from the alley to let the sun wash over him again. Needless to say his appearance did not go unnoticed many passerby stopped completely as he walked out on the sidewalk, unsure of what this person's deal was to dress in what they thought was an extremely realistic costume. 'Mommy, look at that' 'Must be a promotional stunt for the tournament' 'Man, kudos to you, pal...You put some serious effort into that' Those were some of the things Hotsuma heard as he stood looking at the stadium, ignoring further comments as he began to cross the street....Right in the middle of deadlocked traffic. Hm. Yes, yes this will do splendidly. he mused right as he stepped foot off the curb, a strangely-dressed individual - again passerby assuming this was someone dressed as a Duel Monster, one pointing out it was Archfiend Soldier - stepped out of the same alley he did...Followed by another, and another, soon enough a veritable army of nearly three dozen identically dressed 'people' following behind, traveling in front and flanking Hotsuma's sides...Like they were guarding him. And though traffic was stopped, people still stared and some even took out their phones and began recording. Even still, Hotsuma was undeterred though he could hear the Emperor chuckling in his head Look at how they gawk and stare...You'd think they had never seen a King before. Hotsuma snorted derisively, You're the one who wanted an audience most of these morons think we're just play actors in costumes. Don't worry though our first Duel will be your big debut. And we'll show them we're not playing around. By the time Hotsuma finished crossing the street, he had a veritable throng of onlookers snapping pictures and taking video of his entering the doorway for the contestants. Made even stranger by the fact that two of his 'guards' opened the door and stood crisply with a strange salute - one arm raised to the sky at an angle, palm facing down - as the towering man passed through the doorway, entourage following suit. And before Hotsuma stood a massive entryway, tables upon tables that had lines of people registering for the stadium competition. And again, those who were busy waiting or chatting might look and pause in whatever they were doing. Sure, there were 'theme Duelists' that had registered for the tournament...But no one could expect something like this. Especially not someone surrounded by a group that seemed to be perfect clones of each other. Next over....here? a voice called out, the auditory belonging to a young lithe woman with short red hair and dressed in a grey blazer and skirt, platinum hair drawn into a bun. Hotsuma approached, the two in front of doing the smart thing and instantly moving aside, several of the Soldiers glaring them down and making them do a hasty retreat. N-name, please? the woman asked, clearly unsettled by the ominous figure standing before her. Hotsuma Oboro. he replied simply, the Emperor's voice making chills run down her spine as she then asked I-invitation letter, please...? And with a snap of his metallic fingers, the Soldier directly to his left presented the rolled-up invitational, bowing down on one knee as it was taken and given to the woman. Needless to say she wasn't keen on being around him, and just said, Very-good-now-please-go-join-the-others-in-the-waiting-room! A hand slapped over her mouth as she realized she just shouted at a contestant, Hotsuma just giving an amused chuckle and walking away, the woman letting out a shaky breath as he went into the main gathering room she'd seen some shady characters but that one was one of the few that actually felt...Dangerous. And alone he stood - aside from the guards at every side forming a literal wall to prevent those deemed inferior from getting near him - arms crossed over his massive armored chest as the glowing red hues beneath the helmet seemed to scan over the number of people here. Some seemed to pay him no mind, but others still couldn't take their eyes off of him. Hmph, I'm beginning to wonder if I'll truly have a chance to exercise my might here. Hardly anyone seems to be worth the effort. the Emperor then spoke again, dismissing almost everyone else as insignificant. Funny, you said the same about me...And last I recall, I'm still here. Don't bitch so much, we'll find someone worthwhile to crush...And if things go well, you might just be able to drag another few souls down to join your legions. At this the Emperor chuckled, Whether they're worthwhile or not matters little all will come to the understand the true power of the Darkness. Speaking of which, I've heard we were to be granted a room to stay in...Where is that Hotsuma laughed, According to the letter, ours is on the top floor at the end. A good-sized room at the end of the hall too, but I'm the neighbors won't mind if we 'borrow' theirs the King's Suite should be the grandest after all. But don't go too crazy, alright? Just the first or second ones on each side. We can see about taking this hotel as a whole later, because I know that's what you want to do. The Emperor's fingers stroked his chin thoughtfully, before long ordering a detachment of his soldiers to find and 'liberate' occupants of the neighboring rooms of their visitation rights, as well as make the changes necessary...His vessel was right, he should have a residence befitting his status as ruler.