(To anybody interested in joining in, voice your interest in this thread and I'll find a place to squeeze you in. Considering the nature of the RP, it won't be particularly hard: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106030.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106030.0))<br/><br/>It was a peaceful time in world at large, then again, it had been peaceful for the last one hundred and fifty years. It wasn't that any of the major countries of the earth didn't want to get involved in the world affairs, it was just that there wasn't anything worth fighting over anymore. World peace was declared for the first time in human history over a century ago, and humanity prospered because of it. However, just because there was peace, that didn't mean that there wasn't massive violence. It was just controlled, supervised, and put on public television for entertainment in the form of squad based Mech suit battles (Dubbed Mechanized Mobile Weapons. Often referred to as MWs or Mechs). Mech suits were a revolutionary new technology introduced right at the end of the last war humanity would ever wage, and it looked like it would be technology wasted were it not for the MBF reviving it decades later.<br/><br/>The MBF (Mech Battling Federation) was a federation that filmed both teams of mech pilots and lone wolves battling in controlled environments, and sold it as pay-per-view entertainment to the massive. After all, there was no easier way to entertain a people that had never known anything but peace then to show them war.<br/><br/>Since the appearance of the MBF, mech battling took over as the world's primary sport, conquering the competition in record time. It got so popular that lesser leagues also started popping up all over the place, within a few decades of it's creation, mech battling became as common of a school sport as many of the other more athletic activities, and was easily more thrilling.<br/><br/>It was a Mech based world, and the people that lived there wouldn't have it any other way.<br/><br/>...........................................................<br/><br/><em>Location: MBF main waiting lobby</em><br/><br/>It was the start of a new season of mech battling, after about five months of down time for all of the pilots to rest and let down their hair, the time for each of them to step into the field of battle had come again. And, just like every season that had come before it, the lobbies of MBF main headquarters was flooded with people itching to make a name for themselves. Instead of working off a contract system, the MBF had pilots enroll on a yearly basis, each new season brought about a new contract and a fresh start for every pilot that took part.<br/><br/>For many of the elites, this paperwork was nothing more then a mere formality, but for the newcomers, this was their one chance to really make a name for themselves. This was their chance to work towards a life of fame and stardom, with everybody the world over knowing their face and memorizing their name. Everybody was looking to be the next Gigasteel Joe, or the next Mattias Malrain, legends of their time who would be remembered for their glorious victories for generations yet to be born. Today, these dreamers had their chance to start walking down that path, they had their chance to make their name known.<br/><br/>Anybody could show up to MBF registration, so long as they owned an MW and they were willing to fight. However, they had to bring a resume' with them, and they had to be approved for the preliminaries by an attendant at the front desk, who would look over their past accomplishments and ensure that they had the qualifications necessary to entertain the world at large.<br/><br/>Once approved for preliminary competition, the pilots were told that they would be contacted when their first match came, and they would be sent away. The preliminaries were yet another hassle that stood in the way of the elites, yet carried pulse pounding excitement to the newbies. Pilots would be pitted against one another based upon a randomly set number of variables that took place beyond the view of the pilots. They would fight one another before the official league began, and their performance in the preliminaries determined who they would be put against once the real league began. After all, nobody wants to pay to watch some of the best in the league completely demolish greenhorn rookies every single match, which was what would happen without the preliminaries.<br/><br/>The preliminaries also served as an elimination for all those that weren't quite up to the standards that the MBF had set. Since MBF signups were open to the pubic, there had to be some sort of system in place to prevent any average high school student from consuming screen time.<br/><br/>This was also a prime time for pilots to meet one another while they waited to get their paperwork filed. With the full knowledge that this would be a multiple day event, the MBF allowed for certain food chains to set up booths within the park area just out front of the headquarters. It was wonderful for the food chains, as they made bank off all the pilots that would come in droves, all of them hungry. As mentioned just before, there was also a rather large park surrounding the headquarters. It was spacious, and allowed for people to get plenty of breathing room if they felt themselves getting a bit overwhelmed by all the people waiting right at the front of the building while waiting for their line number to show up on the screen. It would have been anarchy to try and get anything civil done in such a way were it not for the line number system that was implemented.<br/><br/>All things considered, it would be a long day for even the early risers.<br/><br/>..................................................<br/><br/>Mira groaned as she looked down at her line number.<br/>"983!? I had no idea that the MBF had so many people wanting to sign up! The preliminaries must really get rid of a lot of people."<br/><br/>The thought of such a thing made the attractive black haired girl shiver, she questioned if she was really good enough to make it in the big league itself. Even with Einenlancer by her side, she still had a lot to be desired. It was very possible that she'd get pitted against all the wrong people, and then she'd lose every match, and then she'd be booted from the league before she even had a chance to prove herself.<br/>"C'mon, that's not true. I was in the top of my class during that training seminar, and I've shined in all of the prior circuits... I'm ready for this."<br/><br/>She took a deep breath to calm herself down as she sat down on one of the benches. She cast her gaze upwards towards the bar screen that hung from the building off in the distance.<br/><em>"115, 116, 117..."</em><br/><br/>She groaned and cast her gaze down to the floor.<br/>"... Damn"