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[darksumer]

This is a new edition to the Moonlocket nexus: An arena! There are bleachers set up in a semi-circle around what looks to be a large blue wrestling mat. There's a table set up at the opposite end of the mat, with two chairs, perhaps for commentators

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[hells_shower]

"Aaaah! What's this?"

Well, Ishtar has found the arena...and is going right toward that maybe-commentator table. Yup. She's looking for a microphone.

"This is excellent!" She cackles, in a not quite-so-evil way. "I can use this to make a trap! Perfect!"

[darksumer]

Sumer's eyes snap up and she glares at this intruder. She stands, and her fencing foil is suddenly firmly in hand and blocking this annoyance's way.

"Who do you think you are?" she snaps. A pause. "...Trap who?" Don't think she's just backing down though.

[hells_shower]

"Hey!" Well, that's not very nice. "What are you doing?! I need to use that table!"

[darksumer]

"Idiot," Sumer sneers. "You're dumber than you look, and that's saying something. It's not your table to use."

[fairprinces]

Insert Masako sitting on one of the bleachers farther up. She's been watching for a bit now.

"Miss a costume party?"

[darksumer]

There's a startled noise from the girl, and she stumbles forward in her haste to get up. She turns hard on her heel, fencing foil pointed accusingly at the girl on the bleachers.

'When did you get there?!' would sound like she didn't know anything, so she settles instead for a very chilling glare while she collects herself. No, she wasn't startled. shut up.

"Who are you?" she questions sharply.

[fairprinces]

"Someone who asked you a question... but it seems like that's your every day outfit. I'm sorry." For your bad fashion sense.

Masako continued to sit, making no move to get up. She wasn't too impressed, to say the least with the girl in the pink and silver outfit. She'd seen worse.

[darksumer]

"Not really," she answers dismissively. "I don't care for the fashion of humans. But show business calls for flashy clothing." But not her usual clothing of choice. That was a little too much for most people to handle.

Sumer's eyes critically run over the girl, up and down.

"...You look familiar."

[kingofblackmoon]

A quick look around. "Where is this?!" Demando... well... demands. His eyes come to rest on Sumer, and the lack of any glimmer of recognition suggests he may not know her. "Who are you?"

[darksumer]

"Your guess is as good as mine," Sumer answers sharply.

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The girl's head snaps up. "YOU!" she cries, indicating the prince with her fencing foil. "Kurotsuki Hikaru--the past Demand! What do you want now?!"

[kingofblackmoon]

What he wants? Possibly to know what in the world this girl is raving about.

"I am Prince Demand," he says, firmly negating the 'past'. "Who are you?" he demands again.

[darksumer]

She glares at him darkly.

"You. It's because of you! Sirius, Nibiru-sama, the others..." she snarls, enforcing her point with the foil just a bit.

"You've already humiliated me once. Leave me alone! Or I swear I'll cut you down this time!"