Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26157988-20150315042441

Uusally about the end of each month, Delerium holds what Mr. Sands calls Open Ring Night. For one night, the dance floor becomes an arena, with hunters, huntresses, scrappers, gunslingers, brawlers, and all kinds of combatants gather to test themselves and to hear the cheers of the crowd. After a few years of holding this, Mr. Sands was able to afford a barrier shield which allows fighters to use weapons safely. This allows for more complex rules and tournaments, though raw pugilism has always been a crowd favorite. The rules for this month's brawl was "Crowd's Choice." The crowd would be able to vote on who they want to fight what rules they want using their Scrolls.

Tonight, Basil was the MC for the monthly Open Ring. Usually he is watching and betting on the hunters and fighters, but tonight he was in charge. His usual attire was replaced with a more extravagent charcoal suit with violet tie and pocket scarf. His mic hung in front of his face as he stood at the DJ's booth, looking over the murmuring crowd gathered today. They all gathered around a large ring of sand that was sectioned off for the night's festivities. Skimming over the competitor's list, he found his own name. He rolled his eyes, figuring that Mr Sands added it there to boost attendance sales. Basil turned his mic on, deciding to begin the show.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for tonight's battle royale?!" he said, drawing a large cheer and bedlam from the crowd. "The polls are open for the first few fights, so get those votes in!" 