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Arena Floor, Neo Domino City, May 10th, 08:40AM<br/>
</i></b>​</div></span><br/>Hotsuma just continued to watch the room, eyes glaring out across the crowds; he'd noticed some of the others had already started grouping up. Likely to discuss pleasantries and such other foolish mortal things, things that hardly registered on the Emperor's radar.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3"><i>"Why do we wait...This tournament is bound to start soon, all the eyes will be on the first match."</i></span>Hotsuma heard the Emperor say in an impatient tone, the lad replying<i>"Calm down; trust me, people cream their pants for this sort of thing. Even if it just to be a spectator; no one's going anywhere. Besides, we go out there guns blazing now, all you're going to do is make yourself look like an idiot. You wanna make an impression, you play by the rules for now...And ruthlessly crush whoever our opponent's going to be. THAT...is how you get acknowledgment here. That is how your power is shown."</i><br/><br/>The Emperor was silent for a moment; it seemed how festivities were carried out in the Palabyrinth were far different than they were carried out here. The entrance ceremony itself was something all his subjects enjoyed, knowing their King had decided to grace them with his presence. But..Then again, he wasn't in his kingdom at the moment.<br/><br/>However, his thoughts were distracted as a blonde-haired young man so audaciously approached him, his numerous guards already starting to converge and draw their own blades, but then the boy's name was called and he just sauntered off after his remark. And with a wave of his hand, his guards stood down.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3">"I do hope I fight him first...I will enjoy grinding him to dust beneath my heel."</span>the Emperor growled in that gravely voice of his, Hotsuma mentally laughing,<i>"Seriously? You're going to let someone like that rile you? He's garbage, leave him alone...Though admitted watching him get stomped would be amusing. Let's go watch the Duel...See how it goes. Maybe this 'Satsuki' will prove something more entertaining."</i><br/><br/>Truth be told, the room was getting stuffy...And seeing some of the slack-jawed stares made the Emperor grow more irritated and decided air would be the best thing; without a word, he pushed through the crowds of Duelists that decided to remain in the lobby and watch from ringside. Naturally those that dared speak earned either a threatening gesture from one of the many guards or a stern glare from the Emperor himself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3"><i>"Whatever happened to not announcing ourselves?"</i></span>asked the Emperor, Hotsuma replying<i>"We're not; sure, people might notice us, but they'll be more focused on the Duel than some spectators."</i><br/><br/>And as they made their way through the halls leading outside, they would soon be confronted by a guard overlooking the side entrance...All by his lonesome self. "Hey, you! Ringside's off-limts from here; you wanna watch, the box seats are three floors up!" the guard then shouted sarcastically, getting a hand on his radio to call for back-up; however, the small hand-held device soon flew out of his hand and into Hotsuma's outstretched palm.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3">"I don't think so...No peon commands an Emperor...."</span>his voice seemed to call out hauntingly, iron fingers crushing the radio like paper.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3">"You're no soldier...But I know a role you can better serve..."</span>Hotsuma/Emperor spoke harshly, the black tendrils erupting from his limb and ensnaring the skinny lone guard, his form now surrounded in a writing black mass that muffled all noise from within.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3">"Know the true meaning of madness...Stare into the abyss and serve unto me..."</span>were those next fated words, the pulsing dark falling away to reveal the guard transfigured into some horrific<a class="link link--external" href="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120209155522/yugiohenespanol/es/images/2/22/Foto_archidemonio_del_trance.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">goblin-like creature</a>. Unlike the impressively bulky soldiers, these demons were small...frail, but had their uses. The skin like leather and covered in warts, his eyes now seemed far too big for his head and were blood-red throughout, the only clothing a tattered loincloth as his tiny near-useless wings flapped feebly.<br/><br/>"M-master...Forgive my insolence..." the pathetic vermin begged, the Emperor stating<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3">"Silence, worm"</span>before simply strolling past him, his entourage following closely before they reached the end of the passage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3">"I believe I see what you mean...Yes, few will see us here. Now then, let us see how these two perform. Perhaps the victor I will grant the honor of becoming a General; if not, the Giants can always use a new plaything."</span>spoke the Emperor maliciously, arms crossed as he waited just at the edge of the tunnel, the shadows helping to conceal most of his form from view. Though if either of the Duelists happened to look, they might get a good glimpse of him.