Day One: Morning

[Minoshia]

The flashlight was quite a handy tool, unfortunately the sun had already risen and his older brother was a little late in his discovery. The Konat watched his only remaining relative took it away somewhere in his baggy clothing, almost identical to the younger's own. The younger prince was back in his cold, calculating manner. No matter how happy he was, he had to remember business was of the essence, and the business here was killing others, and protecting your allies. The darker of the two souls looked at his brother, fiddling with the blank computer. The last person he truly cared about.

The youngest then scampered away, making a racket on purpose, hoping his brother would follow. Tapion turned towards his brother and chuckled, chasing the little demon up the narrow staircase that had been hiding around the corner. As they both ran up each little step, their feet echoed in the atmosphere, light shining down from the doorless frame above. They burst outside on the roof, Minoshia jumping up and down in excitement, they could see for miles. He waited for Tapion to come to his side, which he did. The taller Prince put his hand on the younger's head and ruffled his hair to the side, running his fingers through the mohawk protege. Minoshia lifted both his arms up to his mouth, creating a small megaphone.

"The Konat Princes are back!" He paused for a second to listen to his brother chuckle. "Come and Get us, The Kings of the World!"

The duo stood atop the building, together, and happy. Nothing could stop them, and they were never more serious about winning this tournament.