Day One: Morning

[Bra]

Bra was very rudely dumped onto the island without so much as a ?good luck.? Even worse, she was standing ankle-deep in the mud, and her pack sat in the sludge next to her. Blowing her hair out of her face in her best ?fuck-off-and-die? expression, the princess hefted the weighty bag out of the muck and threw one strap over her shoulder.

Turning on her heel, Bra leapt out of the mud and skidded across a dry patch of grass. Wiping the disgusting material from her heels, the cyan haired girl marched ahead, through a thick patch of tall grass, totally unsure of which direction she was heading in, much less what was ahead of her.

Rummaging through her pack, the halfling pulled out her weapon. This, of course, caused her to raise an eyebrow. Tilting her head, she looked at the strange item, trying to figure out what exactly it did. Interestingly enough, it was quite light. At the very least, that would be fantastic for combat.

?How the fuck did I end up here?? she asked her weapon, stuffing it between her skirt and her belt. ?Why am I even here this time? Exosus - she?s this... it?s complicated - but she wants me to win. I?m not even sure why. It?s like... I guess I never seem to know what?s going on anymore. You, you?re just designed to kill. You?ll always know what to do, I guess. Just as long as somebody tells you to do it...?

Folding her arms across her chest, she strolled up over a hill and between a pair of massive oak trees, crunching over the golden leaves beneath her boots. It was funny; each and every year she failed to realize just how much she took her reliance on flight for granted. Instead of rocketing to and fro, she was subjected to walking around like a common plebeian.

Trudging over the suddenly rocky terrain, Bra soured over her lost abilities, knowing she would only be fortunate enough to retain the two she had selected in advance; a testament to the technological sorcery wrought by the administration overseeing the Dante?s Abyss competition.

A cool breeze gushed over the wavy grass, tugging at the heiress? clothing and playing with her long, silken hair. A handful of rain droplets, and then a light rain fell down, cascading over everything beneath.

?Just great.? the demi saiyan muttered, hugging herself tighter as her breath escaped in a misty vapor. She hoped she was walking out of the storm, rather than into it. Not that it mattered. It was just as well; at least rain wasn?t the worst thing that could happen to her.

A rabbit skittered across the grass in front of her, rushing into the bushes and out of sight, and startling the cyan haired girl. She stumbled back before regaining her composure, and shook her head to clear her mind.

?Got to... calm down. Stay calm, fight smart...?

The light shower suddenly turned into a torrential downpour.

?Oh-! Fuck off!!?