THIRTY-FOUR : The world passes by

[wristsniper]

Six months. Honestly... What kind of idiocy...

[This is filtered from drones. There's a pause here as Olivier clears her throat; yes, she is so pissed off that she is thinking out loud for a moment.]Before any of you assholes say "I told you so", I'm well aware of what I said when I started, and that I'm facing a more formidable enemy than I

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[perfektsymmetry]

[After some thinking, Crowe does sign up. He knows he has no chance of winning, but something tells him deep down that Jecht would make him sign up for this anyway. A motorcycle would be pretty awesome though. That might be a lot easier to drive than that infernal car...]
Name: Calleo Crowe
Age: 16
Address: 1247 Williams
Fighting division (physical or magical): Physical
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[He'll also have a question for you over the phone!]

Hmm. Will we be assigned opponents randomly, or by skill level?

[wristsniper]

It depends on the number of entrants; if necessary, I'll divide people up.

[perfektsymmetry]

Ha, alright. I figure with some of the people we have in this town, it's the only way I'd have half a chance.

[wristsniper]

If you want things to be evened out, encourage people to join.

[perfektsymmetry]

I'll see if I can. But then again, more chances would hurt my chance at a prize, eh?

[wristsniper]

It depends on your skill level. If you're training with Jecht in any fashion, you're going to have a decent shot.