Hey there. HERE MY FRIENDS IS WHEREST THE FUN BEGINETH! Anyway, yeah, here's where we'll roleplay. Let's begin with a plot, shall weee? Okay, so... I reckon it's been a good few years since G-Rev, most bladers have gone their separate ways in their new found adulthood. Beyblading isn't so serious to them anymore, just a pleasant passtime... However that's to change, that's or sure. There's a storm... something horridly violent, but strange at the same time, something that destroys things with no mercy. The strangest thing is, is that when the next day breaks, and the storm dies off, nothing is the same... The weather's taken a flip to the other polarity, like summer became winter. Beyblades are acting up, and the scariest thing - some Bitbeasts are gone, some Bitbeasts are acting horribly, and some bladers have knew bitbeats altogether, some they've never even seen before... There are myths of this... an archaic prophecy that foresaw this disaster... whilst some try and control their raging beasts or tame their new; some seek out the cause of this problem; the collapse of an ethereal world turning the real world into a Dystopia. [b]ACCEPTED ORIGINAL CHARACTERS[/b] Alastair McLeod [Played by VolundRigLiulfr] Aiden Bell [Played by AnnyWJ] [b]ACCEPTED CANONS[/b] Kai Hiwatari [Played by AnnyWJ] Tyson Granger [Played by VolundRigLiulfr] Kenny [Played by VolundRigLiulfr]

What a fine day... What a fine day indeed. Well, in his opinion it was a grand day. The weather was in most eyes horrible and torrential, but to him? The sight of the rain pelting off the glass dome ceiling was pleasant, the sight of the grey clouds sailing by gradually, forming numerous shapes of all sorts as they drifted into view and then out again. He liked the weather like that; nice and cold, and a bit rainy... Meant less people were out and about meaning he could venture out in a certain degree of peace without little fangirls running up to bother him and follow him around like they were little lost puppies... Still, if that was the case, then why on earth was he stood at the opening of a tunnel-like corridor leading into a massive beystadium? He was a famous musician, not a blader... Well, no truer word said, he never really was the best beyblader to walk the earth; in fact, he sucked royally at beyblading... then again, that couldn't be more of a false hypothesis right now, I mean, Tyson Granger, one of the world's best bladers was probably sulking and complaining as he so stood there, because Tyson? He and his Dragoon were just slain by Alastair, and his new beyblade and bitbeast... thing was, his bitbeast didn't even have t become visible, whereas Dragoon was out giving it's all, and it was obliterated. Yeah, yeah that new bitbeast of his was sure working wonders, he'd hacked down all challengers so far, no sign of his Fenrisulfr though... So, with a drawled sigh, the tall redhead stood behind the curtains, idly strumming away on his beloved guitar, not really paying any mind to much; just wondering where his old Nessair bitbeast went, and why on earth he had this all powerful wolf now. That and, he was curious to know who he was battling next, hell, he'd just defeated one of the best, rumours were circulating that it'd be one of that guy's cohorts... Now in all honesty, the darkly male wasn't here to win, he was just here to try out his luck with his new bitbeast... but hell, was that thing a lot more powerful than he'd ever imagine... He'd been hearing analysis groups from other teams quake after his instantaneous victories, claiming that those power levels were way too high, how they were unparalleled; not that he believed them for a second. He'd just have to wait, he guessed... there was a few more battles to be held before it was his final round, and if he won that, then essentially, he'd be crowned the best beyblader of them all. Oh what an honour, in a world famous and worshipped band, and the best blader ever... what a joy. He didn't care about winning or the fame though now, like said, he was just here to try his luck, and now he was stuck amazing some bladers, both famous and not so well known, that Max Mizuhara was particularly impressed with him; however their chat about it was done and dusted, apparently now, he was waiting to battle someone rather infamous... Kai Hiwatari... Now this would be interesting... very interesting indeed.

Aiden jumped in joy as his opponent’s beyblade stopped spinning after a mere 5 minutes into the battle. He bent down and his black and blue beyblade spun back into his hands. Hugging it, he smiled at his opponent, Rei Kon, who looked rather stunned, before he nearly skipped off the huge stadium and into the maze of corridors under the tribunes. The white haired boy smiled at his beyblade one more time. “You did and awesome job, Vitharr!” The beyblades bit, in return, glowed and Aiden clasped his palm over it. “Oh no, you don’t! You won’t even fit in this corridor!” He could almost hear his bit beast growling in dismay before the bit stopped glowing and he chuckled to himself, still smiling. Of course, that was a mistake, because seconds later, the light went out. A sulk marred his face as he started feeling his way through the darkness. “That was NOT necessary, Vitharr! Just because I chuckle at you, you don't have to take out the power!” He grumbled and could clearly picture the damn bird’s mischievous grin at the moment. Aiden kept walking around, flailing in the dark. At the moment, he craved some much needed sugar. Truthfully, Aiden had promised both himself and Vitharr that he would not consume sugar for at least one hour before a beybattle, because it threw his focus off. That’s what made these tournaments so tough. They had a lot of battles in a row, which meant he had no time for sugar. He sighed and continued walking aimlessly around while daydreaming about the pile of candy in his hotel-room…especially the lollipop… His heavenly daydream was abruptly cut off as he finally stumbled across something that was hopefully a door. Feeling for the handle, he pushed the door open and had to shield his eyes from the light that poured onto his face. He blinked several times before his blue-gray eyes managed to adjust to the new amount of light. He turned around and tilted his head as his eyes grew slightly wider at the sight. Red hair… GORGEOUS red hair… That was all he saw before the lights went out here too. “Vitharr!” He growled, irritated “STOP doing that!!” He probably should have realized that he seemed like loony when he spoke to his beyblade…

What the... What happened to the lights?! "Fenris?" The fellow now in the dark questioned, his lovely deep voice thick in that infamous Scottish accent of his. "Wuzzat you?" He wondered, prodding his own beyblade in his pocket; as it was with this other guys mischeivous bitbeast, it was like Fenrisulfr to act up occasionally too, although most of the time he wasn't this plain and unexciting with his acts. He pulled out his black and silver beyblade, looking into the shining, silvery bitchip puzzledly, questioning it, that is, until he heard another voice. "... Riiight... Fenris, put the lights back on..." He murmured, knowing another bitbeast nearby must have been doing it, and from what he'd amassed during his days with his wolf, he knew that the creature could also mess around with electricals... And as the lights flickered back on, he looked around, standing against the wall. And then, his pine green eyes befell upon a new entity in the vicinity, a rather short fellow with light hair and teal eyes. "Oh, hey..." He murmured; seeing t another beyblader, the one he'd just listened to battle no-less, "You're Aiden Bell; right?" He asked, raising his pierced eyebrow some, unsure if he was correct. Meanwhile, up on the viewing balconies, a certain indigo-haired male was going apeshit. "What the hell?!" He exclaimed, more or less tearing the blue here out of his head from under his cap "How the hell is this happening?!" He screamed, growling some in the undertone of his voice. But yes - he did just witness his comrade, Rei Kon lose, a little like himself when he was just whitewashed by that other Scottish guy, the one he'd previously thought to be the lead singer and guitarist in the band Cacophonix, not a big-shot beyblader... And the thing was, the guy's bitbeast didn't even reveal itself while he and Tyson were battling... the supposed Fenrisulfr hadn't shown it's face at all as of yet... And Kenny was going terrifiedly wild right about now because this thing was apparently more powerful than any bitbest he'd witnessed in action... Yep, the Bladebreakers and the other teams looked to be in deeeeep shit.

Aiden felt shudders travelling up his spine at the deep voice, and dear gods it was Scottish as well. [i]‘God, why did you have to hit me the places where it REALLY hurt?? Red hair, deep voice AND accent? The red hair would’ve been enough…’[/i] Aiden thought to himself, shifting his footing nervously and swallowing. Maybe he should get himself out of here before he did something stupid. Yeah, that would be a good idea… But alas, too late. Aiden had to cover his eyes again as the lights flickered on again. He was going to end up blind one day because of this, he swore it. Blinking, he shook his head, white strands brushing around his face while he tried to see who it was as there really wasn’t any escape now. His eyes took in a pair of piercing green eyes, and (of course) the gorgeous red hair and the other boy’s face. He recognized him as the vocalist of the band…what was it called… oh, yeah Cacophonix. Aiden had been a fan of their music for quite a while before beyblading started to take up most of his time. He couldn’t remember the lad’s name, though. [i]“Oh, hey… You’re Aiden Bell, right?” [/i] Aiden blinked, surprised the redhead knew his name. He nodded and smiled, walking over to him. He was quite tall, now that he looked at him. He hadn’t really noticed before because he was sitting. He reached out a tanned hand. “What’s your name? I watched you battle, but I didn’t really catch your name” Kai stared down at the beystadium, red eyes narrowed dangerously. First Tyson and now Rei. Truthfully, the competition was tougher this year, but both of his team-mates losing in a row? That couldn’t have been just sheer bad luck for Rei and Tyson or extremely good luck for the ones that defeated them… Standing up, the dual-hair flipped his blood-red scarf behind him and stood up, walking off to the aura of gloom where his team-mates were standing, heads hung low. ((OOC: I made an extremely crap sketch of him, but you get the general idea of his outfit and accessories: ))

[[ Aww, that's no' crappp... It's better than what I can doo D: ]] "Name's Alastair..." The other replied, his expression cracking into a somewhat uneasy half smile. Perhaps the guy's slight oddness was already making an effect on him, perhaps Alastair was already under the impression that the lad was insane... Perhaps, perhaps not. Well still, it wouldn't be an abnormality – Alastair was so used to witnessing utterly stupid and random acts by random, fucking over the top pathetic fangirls and whatnot that took amusement from the most immature of things... so really, he wasn't inclined to find amusement in something like this, he didn't find amusement in many things, truth be told. Well, either way, he still accepted the shorter one's gesture of greeting and took his hand warmly anyway; he was a little mean, but he was still courteous at least. Now the lights were back on, he blinked just the slightest bit, even though his forest eyes were hidden beneath the thick, styled dark red hair on his head, the light still got through and reflected from his eyebrow piercing anyway; kinda like when your parents used to get you up for school on the mornings, they'd come in when it was completely dark, wake you up, ans switched the lights on so you went blind, yes, it was like that. Even so, the feeling was still good and familiar in his head, to the point that he had to lever up his unused arm and rub his eye lightly with the back of his hand, using the fabric of his black fingerless glove, which while were being honest, they used to be normal gloves, he just chopped the fingers off himself... Mind you, that open door let in a slight draft... the kind of draft that could drift into the tears in his worn out grey jeans and make the hairs on his legs stand on end. Nooo, not something he appreciated at all, he was just glad he was wearing his ¾ sleeved black button-up shirt (with the expected Metallica ninja star logo embroidered on the pocket in white, of course) instead of his sleeveless 'Ride The Lightning' t-shirt, but for the most part, he looked a lot more suave and to put it bluntly a hell of a lot more attractive in that attire, which could prove both good and bad, depends on who it was that grew magnetized to his sexy appearance. ~~~~~~ Tyson was moping, he was panicking and stressing out even. “But Kenny! His bitbeast didn't even come out, that can't be possible!!” He cried, still at a total loss. He paced and paced, and paced some more, throwing his head into his hands every now and then from the stress. “I mean even Rei just got beat too, that can't be right!” He foamed. Kenny just sighed inaudibly unto himself. “It couldn't have been a stroke of good luck either, the two of you were whitewashed” He groaned, tapping away on his laptop and pushing his round glasses up his nose some. “To put it simply” He started, shutting the lid of his laptop softly and carefully, “Those bitbeasts, whatever they are, are not normal... whether they aren't earthly, whether they're robotic, whether they're artificial, I dunno but no bitbeast can be that strong, there's just no way I can possibly think of” He sighed, tilting his head down some, the thick locks of brown hair atop his head falling even further down in front of his face than it usually did. “This is crazy” Tyson growled stubbornly, flailing his arms as he spouted out whatever he had to say before turning on heel and stomping off back to the edge of the balcony. “Well he'll be up again a few matches after this...” He mumbled, “Maybe then we'll get to see his o' powerful bitbeast when he faces Kai” He narrowed his eyes slightly, mostly aggravated at the thought that perhaps Kai could beat this guy when Tyson couldn't... Oh well, Kenny's findings could be of great comfort, according to them, not even the great Dranzer would measure up to that thing in the darkly redhead's beyblade.

“Hmmm…” Aiden dropped down on a chair thoughtfully “…Alastair…” His face then lit up, his eyes now sparkling blue “Al!” the boy concluded happily. He was personally very surprised that he managed to keep himself acting normal, as he DID have a Scottish, red-haired sex god right in front of him. He was extremely happy he had not consumed any sugar today, because if he had, he’d probably be bouncing and having constant nosebleeds by now. He yawned and stretched, arching his upper body into a perfect curve while still sitting in the chair. “Na, Al…” He said, his voice a bit lower and eyes slanted “…You’ve seen Narnia, right?” Not waiting for an answer, he continued. “I bet you’d recognize this, then.” The teal-eyed boy reached down into one of the pockets in his khaki-pants and pulled out a small box. Opening it, he took out a dark and beautifully carved flute. Placing it to his mouth, he started playing on a familiar tune. He closed his eyes and continued, letting the music flow through his soul and body, nearly forgetting that there was actually someone else in the room. He loved that particular tune, the fauns dance, because it was so mysterious yet so sad at the same time. When he got to the end of the tune, his eyes fluttered open, and he blinked. Aiden grinned somewhat embarrassedly, a slight blush colouring his tan cheeks -------------------------------------- Kai walked calmly over to his team, leaning against the wall. “Well, well… the almighty Tyson Granger lost… And so easily too…” He shook his head disappointedly at both Tyson and Rei, proceeding over the Kenny. “What do you have on them, Kenny? Any visible strategy? Weaknesses?”

Alastair just... stared the prat down... What an effing idiot. He was like a 3rd degree fanboy under his little mental rating system - which 3rd degree came under as 'rather mild', whereas a 1st degree came under 'FUCKING INSANE!!'... He was just happy the guy wasn't glomp-attacking him or nosebleeding all over the flooor... metaphorically speaking anyway. Still, he just watched this guy fool around like he was a bi-polar schizophrenic, just surveying with a raised eyebrow beneath his red hair. The guy was an idiot; a silly, immature idiot. "... Nnnnoooooooo..." He managed to drawl out slowly, after the shorter one was finished prancing around like some manic leprechaun. "I've no' seen tha' bloody movie, en' either way, I didn'ae fe'l partial tae tha' li'l melody ae yours..." He sighed a little, reaching down to the wooden bench that spanned most of the length of the room; like a locker room bench and picking up a half-full bottle of beer - yes, even beyblading, or even playing music, he drank, not alot, but he drank. ~~~~~~ "Shut up Kai - we'll just see how well you do..." Tyson spat, feeling very opposed to his supposed 'comrade' right about now. "The pair of you, shut up before you start bickering, I'm busy..." Kenny grunted, addressing the pair like he were a grumpy parent busy making dinner or something. By now, he was back on his laptop though, doublechecking all of his records to see if there were any actual strategies the dual-toned blue haired blader could use against this beast. "I'm afraid I can't identify many major weaknesses, in fact none at all..." He sighed rather bleakly "My only recommended strategy is dodge the thing as best you can and try sneak attacking... although it's a long shot, that thing's got some major speed and power packed in" He sighed. "I'd just say 'you're doomed' to simplify" Tyson smiled rather smugly, putting his arms around the back of his head in a rather relaxed manner.

Ouch. That one hurt. He managed not to show it though. Aiden may have been a sensitive person, and truthfully, he did let comments like that get under his skin easily, but he wasn’t the type to go cry in a corner about it. A comment like that would most likely sting for about a minute or so before he was able to brush it off. Must be a bi-effect to all of the sugar he’d consumed up through the years. He quirked an eyebrow amusedly while stuffing back his flute in his pocket. People like this were very nice subjects to annoying unless they became violent. The sol wasn’t stupid, however, and was not about to get a singer that had the rumour of being a (although sexy) sadistic bastard angry with him. Instead he chuckled at him and stood up, stretching again. “Well then, I do humbly apologize for taking up your utmost precious time, Mr. McLeod” He coated his voice in a southern English accent, bowing mockingly at the redhead. Aiden really did thank the gods for remembering the dude’s last name in time, or he would have royally fucked up that sentence. “And I’ll remember to chose a more emo song the next time I meet a sourpuss such as yourself” He gave him a amused look before turning towards the door, mumbling something about sugar and lollipops. --------------------------- Kai shot a glare at Tyson. “At least I’ll be able to hold off the guy for more than 4 lousy minutes” He spat back at the bluenette, aiming low. He turned towards Kenny again. “So who others are in play? Any chance that any of them will be taken out so I won’t have to face them?” ((OOC: I know Kai is ooc in trying to evade it, but he’s also smart so he knows that evading him would be a good idea if he aims to win this thing))

True, he was a sadistic bastard - a VERY VERY sadistic bastard, getting on his wrong side was possibly the worst shit anyone could ever get themselves into, because honestly? He was an unforgiving, relentless, merciless evil maniac... Probably because of his rough childhood... then again his rough childhood was mostly caused by his case of schizophrenia... he heard voices... voices that made him kill, cut and spill blood. He could remember one particular night... one night he'd never forget, the night the voices got so terrible he ended up killing his own mother... He took her life away as she slept, the blade kissed at her throat, life bled without a chance to weep... He took her life away. Of course that lead to the question why he wasn't in prison now... well that was simple, he was on plea of insanity in court, and was sent to a psychiatric unit... of course now, he's all better, still pretty scarred from that harsh past, but beyond it nonetheless. He just shook his head slightly, laughing somewhat belittlingly beneath his breath as he watched the smaller one mock him and then flee. Rightly so to toddle of, rightly so indeed, he'd probably kick his pansy arse for doing the worst attempt at an English accent, let alone being a cocky bastard. "MIGHT WANNAE PRACTICE THA' ACCENT A BIT, LADDIE!" He called out after the little sod, drinking up the remnants of his beer. ~~~~ "Well," Kenny started in an exhaling breath, somewhat exasperated as he sifted through more files on his laptop, or moreover the live battle fixtures for today's event. "There's two matches left... This Aiden Bell guy versus Max... then it's you versus Alastair..." He sighed, scratching the side of his head nervously "Sorry, Kai, I don't think there's any escaping this..." "HAHA!" Tyson exclaimed, "And it was 6 'lousy' minutes you idiot" He smirked. Truth be told though, he was probably going to love this - Kai was probably going to be beaten, and he knew how much Kai hated it when he wasn't the best, this was definitely going to be something to watch most intently, most intently indeed, Kai was gonna come back defeated and belittled, Tyson just knew it, and he couldn't wait to see that smug look on his face melted away.

Aiden chuckled to himself as he closed the door behind him. Ah… he was pissy, so very pissy. Yet, he amused him for some reason which was odd seeing as the two things he hated the most was brats and pissy and emo people. Then again, it might just be the hair and voice the repelled his attempts to hate the guy. Oh well, a sourpuss was still a sourpuss no matter how hot he was. Shrugging it off, he walked down the now lit-up corridor, starting to wonder where the hell he had ended up. He sighed, irritation starting to get the best of him. If he had something even remotely similar to pride, he wouldn’t even have thought about what he was doing now. But since Aiden was…well… Aiden, he really didn’t care at all. Still somewhat annoyed for getting lost, he opened the door again and poked his head in with a bored expression on his face. “You wouldn’t happen to know which way I have to go to get to the stadium, would you?” He asked Mr. Sourpuss (He had found a new nickname in his mind for the guy. Hooray.) flatly. -------------------------------------------- The dual-haired boy sighed, closing his eyes and seemingly concentrating before hearing Tysons comment and snorting rather uncharacteristically. “Oh well, excuse me then, Tyson. The next time someone manages to kick your fat ass without even using a bit beast, I’ll remember that it takes only 6 minutes”

Ah, peace again at last... well, it wasn't but 5 minutes the smaller lad had been present in the room, but man, was he more relaxed now he was gone... Only a brief exchange of words and he already disliked him... And what?! He was not an emo! The day he walked through his door with black hair, fringe over eye(s), eyeliner caked on, snakebites, skinny jeans and fucking slashes down his wrists, THEN you could call him emo, but now? No! He was nowhere near emo! He was just a very grumpy metaller, and metallers generally were grumpy when it came to energetic youngsters; of course during his mental rant, that lovely physical peace would have been short lived as the familiar face poked it's way into view through the door sitting ajar on its frame... that Aiden kid again... “Thataway...” He grumbled with an amused, yet somewhat dazed and tired smile as he pointed in the other direction down the tunnel from wherest the young lad came – however, he just had to slot his own mocking snipes at the kid, that was just how he was, he had to do it. “You can get down there on your own, can't ye?” He asked with a sarcastic, slightly falsetto voice “Or would you like me to hold your hand so ye don't get looost?” He mocked, sniping at his immaturity and dopiness; still, he figured some part of Aiden would REALLY like the idea of that... then again that'd be the inner Aiden that says 'OMG, he's a fucking sex god!!'... most likely anyway. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Yeah, you'd better,” Tyson sniped back, getting a little amusedly riled up, but nevertheless, not taking as much unpleasantry from their bickering, he just found it ever so highly amusing – just to know the aftermath that the guy Kai was about to battle was going to wipe the floor with him was consolidation enough. “For the second time – this is no time to be bickering you imbeciles!” Kenny barked, really getting annoyed with the pair of them now – right now, all he was concerned about was this upcoming battle, and odds were Tyson was right, this guy was going to batter Kai and Dranzer to pieces, and it didn't look like he could think of anything at all to prevent or hinder it. “Kai, I suggest you prepare yourself for your next battle, you'll be up soon, and I don't think it's something you should take lightly at all” He sighed, speaking rather sincerely, but sternly at the same time.

Aiden blinked several times through his currently very irritated state before his eyebrows shot up. He rolled his eyes at the redhead, although he could feel some amusement lurking behind his irritation. He was about to bite back that he could find his way himself when a somewhat triumphant smirk played across his face. Naturally, after what he’d seen from this guy, he obviously wasn’t going to do so, but it would be fun to see his reaction, ifff…. “Well, since you offer it so kindly and seeing as my sense of direction is about as good as a piece of bread’s…” He held out his hand, notably still irritated, but amused because he knew Alastair wouldn’t do it. ----------------------------------------------------- Kai mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “whatever” but we have no proof whatsoever that he really said that. He pulled out his Dranzer, staring at the bit for a second before pocketing it again and walking off to the training-rooms, his crimson scarf fluttering behind him.

"Fair enough then" He laughed. Oh come on, did he really think he was that stupid? So, the crimson haired 'sex god' as this little guy had mentally penned him, pushed himself from his perfectly relaxed position resting against the wall, and slowly, somewhat intimidatingly paced over to the smaller one, starting to loom evilly as he got closer and closer, until he reached out and snatched the hand tha was held out to him... grabbing it in a vice-like claw grip and bending it back - not to the point that the bones would snap, but so that it was... [i]uncomfortable[/i]... What? He said he'd hold his hand, right? "Come on then, kid!" He grinned with a slight new found cheerfulness as he lightly yanked the smaller one along with him down in the right direction towards the stadium... He was holding his hand, just not in a nice, painless way... well he was apparently a 'sadistic bastard' too, ne? Aiden asked for it, so he got it, nope Alastair was sooo not the kind of guy to fuck with, he'd just fuck you over straight back, twice as brutally. ~~~~~~ Meanwhile, Tyson stuck his tongue out at Kai as he departed from the viewing balcony, and pacing back over to the barricade, he looked over with the utmost anticipation, Max and Aiden were up next and he was itching to know whether Aiden could beat Max too... if he did, then he knew Rei's loss couldn't have been a fluke for this Aiden kid, that it was just a stroke of good luck, however that Alastair guy was a different story, he brutally massacred Tyson and his Dragoon paying little afterthought, if anything revelling in it - truth be told... no, that wasn't luck, that was just pure power.

If Aiden hadn’t been blinking in pure surprise, he probably would have been intimidated by the very tall and sadistic bastard walking towards him. He didn’t really snap out of it until he felt the redhead’s painful grip on his hand. Managing to only wince when Alastair grabbed his hand, he chuckled to himself. The Scottish never ceased to amaze him, really. But he’d asked for it, so he rightfully deserved what he was getting. Not really paying attention, as the pain started to dull down so he barely noticed it, he let himself be pulled down the hallway, his mind fixating on the upcoming battle. His opponent was Max Mizuhara and, if he remembered correctly, specialized in defence. Frowning, he closed his eyes slightly, still moving forward. If he was to outclass Max without using Vitharr, he’d have to focus on the duration so he spun longer than him. Of course, it would be over before it even begun if he used ‘vitharr, but… He grimaced. Using Vitharr somehow felt like cheating because of the bit beasts awesome power. Then again, the person who was currently crushing his hand also had just as much power, if not more. Sighing, he shrugged. He’d just have to see how things went. ----------------------------------------- Kai spun his beyblade through the tin-cans once more before nodding to himself and picking Dranzer up, satisfied. He turned on his heels back from the training-room towards the others, but keeping his distance from them and reverting into his ‘calm observer’-mode.

He said nothing really, he just kept that vice like grip on like he were an android or robot, just paying no mind whatsoever as he sloped dwn the long tunnel to the opening onto the stadium floor. "Here's the stadium" He sighed, letting go of the other's hand with a slight push "Is there anything else I can gi' yi' a hand wi'? You know, I don't want you breaking a toe or anything" He gasped sarcastically, putting on some fake concern for the kid there. Of course, he was sidetracked by a battle ending around about now... it looked relatively entertaining, and all he knew was that after the next battle, he was up for his semi-final battle. He'd even had the same sort of randomly appearing bitbeast as Aiden... of course he didn't see it as cheating... Why so? The bitbeast came to you, if you lawfully have the bitbeast and it's a bloody strong one, then do something novel and use it! Who cares how powerful it was, all the more victory for him it meant. ~~~~~~~ "This is hopeless" Kenny drawled, tapping away relentlessly at his laptop, surveying every file, every word, every letter, just looking endlessly for something, looking on and on for something he just wasn't going to find - the solution for this problem, a clue as to how to defeat these newly appeared mega beasts... but no joy... they seemed practically unstoppable. "Surely there can't be an invincible bitbeast, surely not" He groaned; running his fingers through his now messy brown hair. "I'd just leave it, if Kai's gonna get that superiority of his knocked down, then I don't care if it's an invincible bitbeast, all the better for me to spectate" Tyson smirked to himself, spectating the finishing match below, waiting for Max's match to begin.

Aiden held up his newly released hand and flexed the fingers, hearing the satisfying sound of his joints snapping back into their original place. He chuckled and decided to ignore the obvious sarcasm in the other male’s voice. “No thanks, mate. I think I’ll be able to take care of my toes.” His eyes shifted briefly towards the ending battle before they settled on a man going through the tribunes selling candy and soda. Spacing out for a second, eyes fixated on the contents of the man’s tray, he absentmindedly thought about how he really did dislike tournaments like this. His eyes shifted towards Alastair again, and he gave the other a half smile. ”Ah well, in any case, thanks for the help.” He flexed the joints on both of his hands this time before walking off towards one of the boxes on either side of the stadium, waiting for his battle to begin. --------------------------- Kai watched silently from the side as Kenny looked like he was close to ripping his hair out, crimson eyes glazing to the side, his eyes landed on the person who was currently representing a huge block in his way. He narrowed his eyes at the two people at the other side of the stadium, a small voice in the back of his head noting that the two looked like night and day. Complete opposites. His stare soon fixed itself on the redhead however, and his frown soon turned into a scowl. He was not going to allow himself to lose. He was going to win, no matter what.

Ah, the pleasant sound of bones cracking and fracturing and grating up against each other was such a seldom heard but a much loved noise to the sadist of a beyblader, standing half in the shadows beneath the roof of the tunnel; with folded arms, resting with his side up against the sold, pale blue wall of the corridor, he lazily waved a rather floppy, not really controlled hand as a sort of parting gesture at the shorter one now off to await his next battle. Now with a slight smile hiding in the shadows cast under his dark red hair, he could easily feel those rather cold eyes blazing into the back of his head; some potency to their deathly glare yet somewhat feeble at the same time, and as he pushed himself away from the wall to retreat back to the room he was in before, he just turned his head around and up some, his insanely maniacal gaze cutting through the line of sight and right into the other's up on the balcony, like Hattori Hanzo samurai swords blasted from a canon right through the air. And with that, not a second of sustainment, yet but a smirk, he slithered on back into the darkness. ~~~~~~~~~ Kenny could stand this helplessness no more, only realising unto his own despair that he was wasting his not so precious time on seeking for something simply non-existent, he could only close the lid of his laptop for now and sigh dejectedly and without hope, lifting himself from his own seat and pacing over to the edge of the balcony alongside Tyson, only catching a brief glimpse of the obviously riled Kai, having returned from his... very brief warm-up. “Something wrong, Kai?” He asked, picking up on that definite dagger glare of his, directed somewhere down on the floor, however due to his shortness, Kenny couldn't see that much as Kai could, his line of sight wasn't high enough.

Yawning and finally managing to shake most of his irritation off his back, Aiden placed both of his hands behind his head, humming silently to himself in the little box. He directed a smile down at the beyblade in his palm, his thumb idly stroking the edges of its bit. Both his ears and his lower eyelids twitched slightly at the screaming of the crowd as the last battle finished, and he was almost certain he could see one of the glass-windows on the side of the box crack in the corner. Picking up his launcher, a black and blue boomerang at the length of his arm, he casually placed it over his shoulder as he walked up to the stadium, passing a grinning boy in the process. A slight smile teasing at his own lips, he took his place in front of the dish while Jazzman, as always, announced the next battle. --------------------------------- The sharp look sent up back at him was somewhat expected, yet in a way not. Kai noted, annoyed, that it made two of his fingers twitch slightly. The ferocity of his glare way exceeding its normal limit for a few seconds, although his opponent was long gone, his face finally retreated to its normal stony features. At the others voice, his eyes moved down to focus on the shorter boy, a short and curt “I’m fine” coming from his lips. His eyes shifting back to the stadium and the dish again, he continued. “Is Max ready yet?”

My, my... It seemed the other was already one to challenge those he'd not had the chance to properly estimated yet. Slightly foolish if he did say so himself. Either way, the two toned blunette was out of his line of furious sight now, lucky for him too, Alastair's blazing gaze was nothing to glance back at at all, it was something to shy away from, to not look at because it sent shivers down the beholders spine, like they were looking into the orbs of a homicidal maniac, which in some aspects... they were; for a homicidal maniac the redhead was, a cured schizophrenic clean of urges for once – still his want for destruction and catastrophe remained strong, a sadist he was indeed. Still now, he was out the way, back in his shadowy locker room, with his mp3 player on listening [as vain as it seemed] to one of his own band's most recent songs entitled 'Eye of The Storm', just the kind of song to get him in the 'zone' so to speak. ~~~~~~ Tyson looked to the other with the most blatant expression of doubt, his dark blue eyebrow raised as if to say “I'm not that stupid” Still, to argue with Kai was a waste of his time right about now, he could just watch him be smashed to pieces later, he could take more pleasure from seeing him battered more. “Oh,” He started “He left just after you went for a warm-up spin” He shrugged “He's down on the floor now if my vision serves me well” He managed a smile, trying to keep happy about the whole thing instead of getting wound up like his currently much disliked cohort.