Abhorred Television

[Cyril]

Cyrille walked with the normal cockiness; a careful Lyzer would see his cobalt blue aura. They approached the executives who applauded quietly, amused in their own game. Cyrille's aura began to shift towards violet, as his anger was peaked by the sight of one person.
A white lion grinned notoriously and had a slow and pompous clap.
Cyrille kept his outer dimeanor the same, and he began to place away the daggers and wryly smiled.
"So, what is our reward?"

The white lion chuckled darkly, and stood to the front of the crowd.
"A pleasure it is to meet you gentlemen, I applaud that you are seeming to take this competition serious." His words flowed smoothly; perfect English with a calm and low tone. "My name is Alexander Noel. I am the head of the company to be inherited, as well as the owner of the silver. Your reward shall be a selection at removing a competitor, and watching the first consequential competition, as well as asking me any questions you may have."
Consequential competition sounded rather grim to Cyrille, and because he knew the lion from past experience, his aura fluctuated between a deep maroon and violet quite eratically, almost mimicking a strobe. However, he kept his composure and little seemed to change from the outside. He just sighed and shook his head,
"Will I have time for a drink, beforehand?"

"Of course, of course. There will be an hour gap." Alexander said, gazing towards the rest of the team in order to answer any possible questions.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir didn't like the sound of a consequential competition for the teams that lost. He did have a question about what the consequential competitions would be like, but he decided his questions would be answered when he got the chance to witness them in his own eyes. He was sure they couldn't have been that bad. But that was what thought, not what he knew. Another thought that was in the young raptor's head was about the lion in front of him, he seemed to be a little "Evil" to him. Of course he wasn't going to just ask the lion that as he knew that would be rude, so he figured he would ask one of his teammates and see if they knew something about hi.

[lyzer]

"What's with this lion" Lyzer thought to himself as he slung Kyubi's arm over his shoulder to bolster him up. The lion's aura was very dim and difficult to read, but it was distinct in which it alternated from yellow to orange in a mix Lyzer saw just earlier when he thought he had trapped the magician thief. Although he figured there may have been more to it that he couldn't read in this state. It also seemed as if Cyrille had a history with him as his aura went to that of hate and disgust almost instantly.

Lyzer kept his assumptions to himself and decided to ask Cyrille about this Alexander later. He did have a question for the lion though and inquired "Me and Kyubi here aren't in the best shape is there a place where we can get medical attention?"

[Tim Siguire]

I agree with Lyzer, we're gonna need some time to recover.
*Kyubi thought he would be a liability if he keeps getting hurt, he didn't know what to say about it but had hoped he wouldn't get hurt in the future*

[Cyril]

(Tim shall not be replying for quite a while, so I beg for pardon if this parts seems a bit domineering.)

"Ah, yes...." Alexander's green eyes fell upon Silver for a minute, before turning to one of his associates and nodding towards him. "Take the Enchanter to our hospitalization unit.... Make sure the team is notified of his condition as soon as we have determined it." With a shuffle of people, Silver was taken away by a large staff member with a shuffle of people, a silence fell upon the group for a second while Cyrille lamented the temporary loss of his team member. Cyrille then looked up the lion once more, maintaining his usual grin. His gaze was unfortunately returned, as the lion let out a smirk.
"The thief's grin; it's been quite a while." He chuckled smugly, crossing his arms for a short dialogue. "It was Cryle, wasn't it?"

Cyrille clicked his tongue and sighed quietly, "I'd assume it'd be wise, if I did not engage with a conflict towards the administrator, yet." He swallowed a bit of his pride and fed off his immediate flare of annoyance with the promise of later revenge. "You've heard it plenty of times; if you cannot pronounce it you should not try. Let us keep this rather brief, there is a nice bottle of tequila covered by my name. I shall assume that as you have created the titles, you blessed yourself with the name of Prince, once more?"

Alexander chuckled, and shook his head with a sigh at the last comment. "Still with your dreaded habit, I see. Make sure you can still walk by the beginning of the consequential game." He said, "Don't get too cocky, I do have all of the advantages.... If you try too hard you'll end up crushed." With that, he turned away, beginning to walk off with his entourage. Cyrille kicked a bit of dirt and then looked towards his team mates.

"I really need a drink."

[Magical Machine]

Thamir watched the Lion walk off, still being suspicious of his behavior. He then looked at Cyrille before hesitating slightly, wondering if this question could get him in a place he wouldn't like. The raptor figured it would fine, so he asked quietly, "Do you have a past with that guy or something?" He knew that he likely did because Cyrille seemed to know the lion, and Alexander knew Cyrille too. He chose to ask this question because he wanted to be sure. Usually, in his eyes, when someone has a past with someone else, and they don't seem to take much liking into each other, there would be a average chance that the one with more power and other things on his side will eventually strike. So he figured he should know just in case he felt as if he should warn the leader of their team.

[lyzer]

"I agree it does seem as if you know that lion" Lyzer said inquisitively "I'm sure any info on that particular person would help the team" he said to further justify his questioning. He wanted to know but didn't want to spark up the anger in Cyrille's heart at the same time so he was intrigued as to where his vibe would sway and looked toward him for a response

[Cyril]

Cyrille's gaze fell from the back of the lion towards his teammates, his calm demeanor becoming a bit more accurate by the second. "Let us walk back, there's apparently only an hour." Cyrille began to walk in what he was pretty sure was the direction to their homes. "I'll give a brief explanation, that'll probably end up in me rambling on, and on.... I warn you that, because he technically has cameras bugged everywhere, there's only so much I'll leak, and some of it is probably not correct; there are a lot of holes, now where do I begin...? Let's just say, that most of the competitors have far out abilities. This is quite relevant, because Alexandre Noel, the Prince, no doubtedly he has titled himself, possesses the basic mind control ability. Needless to say, this ability has turned him into somewhat of a self justified sociopath who believes he is doing well, by accelerating the deaths of many people with similar abilities. Magicians, heavy warriors, et cetera. That's the part that should interest you both, no?
But the reason why I know him, is because on his way to becoming a rich power well by using his powers to persuade millionaires to invest, I happened to, borrow, some of the funds. Of course he didn't find out for quite the time, and by the time he did.... Let me just say by trying to indirectly attack me he ended up wounding himself, rather than getting me. By the time he actually had a mind grip on me, there wasn't actually much he could do; the funds were.... Gone. I destroyed him rather well, that time. You see, it seems his control only works with people he's able to see while he wishes to use it." He looked back, already mostly home and let his narrow eyes fall upon his teammates, stopping for a second to let some of the information sink in. "Which means that, because he has this surveillance, we're all vulnerable. " He decided to take a break; his accent and slurring was biting at him once more.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir listened closely to his words. As soon as he mentioned the first negative thing about Alexander, he immediately felt worry in his mind. Alexander didn't sound like someone he would want to cross paths with at all. Nor did he sound like someone he could trust. He felt like this because when Cyrille mentioned the lion's ability to use mind control, he instantly knew that he likely used that against people he hadn't taken a liking into. He then felt that worry turn into a small amount of fear when Cyrille mentioned that the lion is always watching, so they were vulnerable because of that. The raptor decided to ask no more questions because he knew that if he chose to ask a question now, they would be watched by the prince.

[lyzer]

Lyzer finished processing the words of his teammate and returned a reply in a cautious tone "I knew this game was twisted and with this explanation I can see as to why. This knowledge also gives me worry that our team will be targeted behind the scenes if that lion is the revenge type. But for now I think keeping talk of the 'prince', as you have named him, to a minimum is best for business."

Lyzer then at that moment was reminded of his wounds and urged the team to enter the house.

[Cyril]

He shook his head, "Don't fall into the titles. Just call him Alexander, as he's introduced. The prince part is another part of the past; something between him and I." He walked into the house, and almost immediately found himself in the bar within his room, removing a bottle of dark tequila and proceeding to have himself a nice glass. "Where is the other jackal when you need him?" He sighed under his breath, remembering his cuts. After finishing his glass and pouring another, he removed the top and sighed, going to get a cobalt blue one from his room and placing a thick leather coat over it, changing his dice to the maroon matching what he just removed. His vision was a bit more hazy, yet his steps were normal as he felt the satisfying buzz set in; most of his .75L bottle gone, already.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir was tempted to ask what happened that made the title of "prince" be removed from Alexander's name. However, he chose not too, remembering that Cyrille told him that they were always vulnerable. He watched him drink, wondering to himself what was going to happen to the other teams. He also couldn't get the question about Cyrille and his drinking, he wodnered how was it that the Jackal was able to consume so much liquor and alcohol without feeling some kind of dizziness or nausea. He then decided to ask as he figured the question wasn't going to be to important of a topic, so he asked while looking between the .75 liter bottle and the jackal "Hey Cyrille, how is it that you drink so much that you don't feel nausea?"

[lyzer]

Lyzer proceeded to his room and grabbed a set of his heavy bandages for his cuts. He realized he didn't have any alcohol to clean his wounds with and decided to ask Cyrille if he had any extra only to hear Thamir ask about Cyrille's drinking habits.

Lyzer found Thamir's question comical yet still he was intrigued to know as well. Stopping his stride to see the answer or dodge of the question. While he waited to see Cyrille's response he would wrap himself in the bandages he had already grabbed from his room. "So... I wanna know the answer as well. How can you drink so much?"

[Cyril]

(Somebody should post anything in the OOC so I can without dealing with things, got some things to say about the direction this is going in)

Cyrille looked to the two and placed down his bottle with a sigh, looking towards Lyzer for a moment and then finishing his tequila bottle with a final swig. He then looked around the two and laughed quietly, shuddering slightly and then showing the two the label of the bottle, "this is anejo tequila. Rather than drinking a purer and clearer blanco, I went with the dark one. And, it only looks like it's a lot, because the bottle is much larger than it is wider." He then placed down the empty bottle and looked to the two, the buzz beginning to creep up behind him as he smiled a bit, taking a casual lean to the counter. "I guess, it was only a while before that question was asked, it's mostly experience." He reclaimed his empty glass from the counter and then moved to the faucet to drink a few glasses of water systematically, although his hands got a bit clumsy after the third glass of water. "Perhaps, it is time for us to get towards the challenge?"

[Magical Machine]

"Oh, alright." Thamir said in response to Cyrille's explanation of why he could drink so much without feeling sick. He didn't really have a drinking habit at all, so he didn't show too much interest in this, but when he had a question, he already put more than half of his interest in what he is asking, so he listened to Cyrille of course. He then watched Cyrille get the glass of water, a little afraid he would drop the glass cup and make shards of glass go everywhere due to him being clumsy with his grip. He then said after nodding to Cyrille's question about the challenge, "I guess we should." He didn't like these challenges too much seeing how he could be perfectly fine the first second before dying immediately after that second is over. However, he wasn't going to complain and let it affect how he competed in the challenges as he knew that would make him seem like a bad person to both his teammates and the audience that was watching this show, likely on the edge of there seats to see who would meet their demise next. It could also get him killed if he let it affect him in a challenge.