Day One: Morning

[Talys]

A light mist rolled from the vast ocean and across the beach, carried on the back of a cool, damp wind. The thin haze caressed still smoldering fire pit of the night before and its sleeping creator. Several of the smaller sections of wood snapped, crackled, and popped as the embers died off.

"No, there's no time for breakfast. . ." Talys muttered from his sleeping position beneath the tree he had claimed. "I don't care if it's Rice Krispies or not. . .the purple monkeys say that I have to fight now. I don't really want to and I don't think I'll do too well, but they say I have to. . .No they wouldn't take the bananas. . ."

One particularly forceful crack of the timber sent sparks flying from the site, several landing on the human's face.

"Wha-? Fuck!" The man shouted and jumped to his feet, wiping the hot embers from his face. "What the hell?"

The warrior peered through the combination of mist, sleepiness, and unadjusted light filters blocking his vision, momentarily forgetting where he was. His eyes then fell upon the fire pit and the Gameboy at his feet. The sight brought an uncontrolled fit of pathetic, hysterical laughter.

"I am so fucked," he muttered, starting up his Pokemon Red. The competitor then remembered the frustrating point of the game his was in last night and shut it off, opting to play Bomberman instead.

"Wait a second," he realized, thinking about what he had just thought. "Last night?! I let myself fall asleep?!"

There was a brief moment of panic in which the man unnecessarily checked his body for injuries that might have existed.

"What the hell was I thinking? I am quite probably the weakest competitor in this game and I fall asleep completely helpless for-," he looked at the sun's position in the sky and made a judge at the time, "-God knows how long. . .I could never really tell that that well. . .God am I stupid!"

Talys then allotted himself a short ADD moment to calm his nerves. The fighter started up the game of Bomberman and played a few rounds, blasting Wario into oblivion before even allowing his second worry to enter his mind. . .the fire pit. A blazing fire in the first night of this competition surely would not go unnoticed. Not to mention the smoke that it had been emitting for the past few hours.

"I really guess I should move," the black haired man slid back into reality, powering down the system.

With a sigh, Talys picked up his bag, kicked some dirt onto the smoldering wood, and began his march off across the plains. It did not take long for him to spot the next target for his camp.

"Is that-?" He began before shaking his head a few times. The image did not disappear so he assumed it to be true. "A village?"

The warrior tightened the combat wrapping around his body and the belt which help up his baggy gi pants before leaning into a bone breaking sprint to the town in sight. Little did he know what lay ahead, waiting.

"Hello?" The man shouted upon arrival, surprised by the silence that met his arrival. He looked from building to empty building before a thought reached his mind. "Oh, right. . .a tournament like Dante's Abyss can be rather violent. A town full of people would only get in the way. Of course it's deserted."

His last words held a tone of depression. It was only several hours into the game and the weight of it was already crushing in on him. There was no way the young fighter could continue much longer on his own.

"Well, not quite deserted. . ." A loud voice answered back.

Talys let out a squeal and leaped a good four feet into the air, dropping his bag and turning to face the speaker. A tall humanoid with a deep scar over one eye greeted his sight.

"Haha, Uno. This guy make the snake thing look like nothing," he shouted to someone over Talys' shoulder.

Turning again, the athletic youth saw a silver haired man standing on the far side of the street, chuckling.

"Listen," Talys said, setting his teeth. The man's light hearted disposition morphed into one of severe seriousness. "I didn't want to get into a battle this soon. . .'Specially not against two people who seem much more confident than I. . .But I understand what it takes to win, so if you insist. . ."

The raven haired fighter suddenly brought his hands together before snapping them out again, one directed to each of his opponents. There was a loud crackling noise and an odd, deep green energy began to form on either palm.

"No, no, you misjudge us," the collected, silver haired man explained, pumping his shotgun for emphasis. "We have no intention of fighting you, drop your assault and follow us if you're interested."

Talys froze, astonished for a moment as the figure walked away, the other quickly catching up.

"Dammit," he uttered, releasing the energy. "This feels like it may be a worse situation than a battle. . .but what the hell, I have no better option."

With that, the warrior jogged to catch up with the new-found "friends".