PT Round 2:Erist vs. NovemberNOTE: WORDS IN THESE ARE THE CHARACTER'S THOUGHTS.November sighed contentedly, kicking her feet up on the desk they provided her. Taking up her drink of ice tea, she took a sip and savoured it. The excursion to the ocean planet really had tired her out, and it was nice to just get back into eating and drinking proper food. A polite knock interrupted her relaxation. "Come in!" she yelled. A guard entered the room, followed by the scientist. "Yes?" she questioned as she got out of her chair."I'm just here to tell you that you have three hours left to prepare for the next world", the scientist said. "Also, I would like to return your item to you. You'll need it for the next planet." The guard dropped it into November's outstretched hand. She hated to admit it, but she had missed the glove during her break. She wasn't too sure why, but she felt relieved to get it back. This planet was turning out to be a barrel of fun.Speaking of the pipe....Terrified yelling echoed down the tunnel.
PT - R1- Ashkor vs. NovemberNovember watched the scientists prepare to teleport the prisoners through thick, frosted glass. She was floating in the green liquid, swaying back and forth gently., she though dully.
OCT - PrologueA rich, middle-aged Engel walked out of an ice-cream parlour carrying a lemon-flavoured triple scoop. He had fair features, an overly long nose, and was wearing a red flying jacket along with black pants. His white hair was cropped close to his face, and spectacles balanced on his nose. The Engel sighed, sat down in one of the many chairs lying around, and proceeded to eat his ice-cream. After finishing, he sighed again, got up reluctantly, and walked to the nearest run-way. He glanced up and down to assure that no one was in his way, and started to run. He gave an almighty jump off the springy material (this material, commonly called Chirk, covered each and every runway. It was bouncy enough to allow soft landings and firm enough to allow proper running) and launched himself in the air. He flew high, so it would be a quick and easy journey home without interruptions.Our Engel didn't bother with the front door to his mansion. He instead flew directly up to his balcony. Once