[PS] Barracks

[Orion]

OOC: Sorry Gramps, I understand you've been short of time, but I need to rp to keep my game hopes alive.

IC:

The elderly man was about to educate Koola on the 'Do's and 'Do not Do's of speaking to him, when a Syntech employee walked up from behind them and tapped them on the shoulder.

The changeling spun around on the barstool instantly. "What?!" he snapped.

"Koola? Grandpa Gohan?" she asked, unphased.

Still boiling, the two nodded in acknowledgement.

"Since you two have been selected for the Dante's Abyss tournament, you are now required to move to the barracks. Follow me, please."

"And what if I don't like being ordered around by bossy female monkeys?" the Icer retorted.

"Then you'll be disqualified." She had her fill of the belligerent patrons today. "Simple as that."

"Come on, you young whippersnapper," Gramps beckoned, getting off his stool and following the Syntech staff member.

Koola grunted. "I'm swallowing way too much pride."

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The two were led to an elevator. Once all three were inside, the attendant slid a metallic cover beneath the floor buttons, revealing another secret compartment. Her finger pressed the large button labelled with 'DA', lighting up red as the doors closed. After a short descent, the doors opened.

"Here we are," she said with false cheeriness. "Enjoy your stay." She pushed them out and the doors closed.

Gramps and Koola entered a massive room filled with beds, each stickered with a number ranging from 1 to 44. The changeling prince stood still for a moment, trying to remember his number.

"Twelve!" he exclaimed in triumph.

"...?! Do you mind?" old man Gohan stated firmly. "I was talking to you. Geez, I thought young people were supposed to have good hearing."

"Oh, you were talking?" Koola asked in ignorance. He didn't mean to anger Gramps further; he genuinely wasn't listening. "Oh, and before you starting ranting again, do you mind if I find my dad? I think he's around here somewhere."

OOC: Do what you will, Gramps.