Post by Kalidah on Mar 9, 2024 1:26:33 GMT
Duke Womack and the other representatives from Pollo Road await Kalidah's announcement for his first pick for his team. Naturally it comes in the most unexpected way possible. A large raven flies up on stage and begins to speak in Lotte's voice.
Lotte: Blessings on this place! You wish to know who my darling monster's first peck is?
The raven turns to Womack and cocks its head to the side before offering him a loud "croak".
Lotte: Did I say "peck", I meant "pick".
Womack yells at the raven to "get on with it", clearly not amused by this farce. The raven shakes a leg at him in response and turns back to the audience.
Lotte: Very well, there is no need to be so testy, my lovely. Our first pick is a man who you all thought to be lost. He's not lost though. He's our first draft pick! On behalf of my lovely monster, I announce the number member of Kalidah's team, Matt Pulver!
The crowd murmurs with surprise. The raven begins to laugh, or at least croak very loudly. Duke Womack instructs one of his staff to grab the bird, but the raven flies up into the rafters and stays there for the time being.
***
It's time for Kalidah's second draft pick, but the raven still refuses to come down. A Pollo Road employee grabs a ladder and climbs up with a net to capture the bird, but the raven simply flies off and land on a rafter on the opposite end of the stage, croaking at poor young man.
Duke Womack pulls off one of his boots and tosses it at the raven, nearly hitting the bird. It manages to jumps aside and hisses at Womack before crying out in a loud voice.
Lotte: Nizbel! Nizbel!
The crowd murmured and many nodded their heads. At least that one is no surprise. Where Kalidah goes, his pets aren't going to be far behind.
***
The third round of the draft arrives and the raven still refuses to come down. The poor staff member once again attempts to catch the bird, only for the raven to swoop down and knock him off the ladder and through a table. Many in the crowd begin to cheer and a chant of "Best Draft Ever" echos through the room, much to the obvious disapproval of Duke Womack, who can be heard yelling, "That damn bird is turning this whole thing into a farce!"
The raven soars over the crowd, resulting in mixture of cheers and screams. As it flies over everyone the bird announces the third draft pick. No one is surprised by the pick whatsoever.
Lotte: Azalo! Azalo!
***
It's come time for the final draft pick for Kalidah's team, and it's clear the mental toll this whole ordeal has been taking on Duke Womack. He keeps staring up at the raven, who once more is roosting up in the rafters, croaking loudly and bobbing up and down. Duke clearly wants to put an end to all this nonsense, but the bird refuses to speak, even under threat of violence. Duke begins to yell at everyone around him to "get the damn bird down" and even screams at the raven to just announce the final draft pick already. The crowd continues to laugh and make jokes at Duke's expense, which only angers him even more.
Out of frustration, Duke removes his boots again. He takes aim and throws the first, narrowly missing. The raven instantly takes flight and begins flying through the air, but Duke is already tossing his second boot. This one flies true and it strikes the raven. It cries out as it falls out of the air and strikes the floor, right at Duke's feet. To the shock and horror of everyone there's a bright flash of light and a loud pop. The lights in the room all go out and a single spotlight shines down from where the raven had been roosting. Standing in the midst of it is Lotte, she looks over her shoulder at Duke Womack and waves, menacingly, before turning back to the crowd.
Lotte: Such a pity. SUCH A PITY! Duke Womack is such a party pooper, isn't he, my lovelies.
Duel chants of "Party Pooper" and "Best Draft Ever" echo from the room from the crowd. Lotte laughs, soaking in the chaos.
Lotte: Duke Womack certainly is, my lovelies. Yes indeed. He's also a monster, knocking my poor, innocent raven out of the air like that.
The crowd boos.
Lotte: But that's okay, my lovelies, I happen to have a soft spot for monsters, and so does my lovely Kalidah.
The crowd begins to chant Kalidah's name.
Lotte: It takes a monster to know a monster, which brings me to Kalidah's final draft pick. Once upon a time, under another name and in a place filled with lions, Kalidah attempted to create a monster of his own, and it only seems right that the two should fight side-by-side once again, if only for one night.
Lotte raises her hands above her head and laughs.
Lotte: My lovelies, Kalidah's final draft pick is none other than AJ KNIGHT! May whatever god you believe in have mercy on your souls!
The crowd is stunned by the announcement. Some cheer, but most are speechless. The only sound that can be heard is Lotte's laughter, and Duke Womack loudly swearing.
Lotte: Good night, my lovelies. I hope all your nightmares are filled with torment! Quote the raven, nevermore!
There's an explosion of light, the sound is almost deafening. When the lights in the room turn back on, Lotte is gone once more. In the middle of the room is a pile of raven feathers. Duke Womack's boots stand beside it, both on fire and covered in bird droppings.
Lotte: Blessings on this place! You wish to know who my darling monster's first peck is?
The raven turns to Womack and cocks its head to the side before offering him a loud "croak".
Lotte: Did I say "peck", I meant "pick".
Womack yells at the raven to "get on with it", clearly not amused by this farce. The raven shakes a leg at him in response and turns back to the audience.
Lotte: Very well, there is no need to be so testy, my lovely. Our first pick is a man who you all thought to be lost. He's not lost though. He's our first draft pick! On behalf of my lovely monster, I announce the number member of Kalidah's team, Matt Pulver!
The crowd murmurs with surprise. The raven begins to laugh, or at least croak very loudly. Duke Womack instructs one of his staff to grab the bird, but the raven flies up into the rafters and stays there for the time being.
***
It's time for Kalidah's second draft pick, but the raven still refuses to come down. A Pollo Road employee grabs a ladder and climbs up with a net to capture the bird, but the raven simply flies off and land on a rafter on the opposite end of the stage, croaking at poor young man.
Duke Womack pulls off one of his boots and tosses it at the raven, nearly hitting the bird. It manages to jumps aside and hisses at Womack before crying out in a loud voice.
Lotte: Nizbel! Nizbel!
The crowd murmured and many nodded their heads. At least that one is no surprise. Where Kalidah goes, his pets aren't going to be far behind.
***
The third round of the draft arrives and the raven still refuses to come down. The poor staff member once again attempts to catch the bird, only for the raven to swoop down and knock him off the ladder and through a table. Many in the crowd begin to cheer and a chant of "Best Draft Ever" echos through the room, much to the obvious disapproval of Duke Womack, who can be heard yelling, "That damn bird is turning this whole thing into a farce!"
The raven soars over the crowd, resulting in mixture of cheers and screams. As it flies over everyone the bird announces the third draft pick. No one is surprised by the pick whatsoever.
Lotte: Azalo! Azalo!
***
It's come time for the final draft pick for Kalidah's team, and it's clear the mental toll this whole ordeal has been taking on Duke Womack. He keeps staring up at the raven, who once more is roosting up in the rafters, croaking loudly and bobbing up and down. Duke clearly wants to put an end to all this nonsense, but the bird refuses to speak, even under threat of violence. Duke begins to yell at everyone around him to "get the damn bird down" and even screams at the raven to just announce the final draft pick already. The crowd continues to laugh and make jokes at Duke's expense, which only angers him even more.
Out of frustration, Duke removes his boots again. He takes aim and throws the first, narrowly missing. The raven instantly takes flight and begins flying through the air, but Duke is already tossing his second boot. This one flies true and it strikes the raven. It cries out as it falls out of the air and strikes the floor, right at Duke's feet. To the shock and horror of everyone there's a bright flash of light and a loud pop. The lights in the room all go out and a single spotlight shines down from where the raven had been roosting. Standing in the midst of it is Lotte, she looks over her shoulder at Duke Womack and waves, menacingly, before turning back to the crowd.
Lotte: Such a pity. SUCH A PITY! Duke Womack is such a party pooper, isn't he, my lovelies.
Duel chants of "Party Pooper" and "Best Draft Ever" echo from the room from the crowd. Lotte laughs, soaking in the chaos.
Lotte: Duke Womack certainly is, my lovelies. Yes indeed. He's also a monster, knocking my poor, innocent raven out of the air like that.
The crowd boos.
Lotte: But that's okay, my lovelies, I happen to have a soft spot for monsters, and so does my lovely Kalidah.
The crowd begins to chant Kalidah's name.
Lotte: It takes a monster to know a monster, which brings me to Kalidah's final draft pick. Once upon a time, under another name and in a place filled with lions, Kalidah attempted to create a monster of his own, and it only seems right that the two should fight side-by-side once again, if only for one night.
Lotte raises her hands above her head and laughs.
Lotte: My lovelies, Kalidah's final draft pick is none other than AJ KNIGHT! May whatever god you believe in have mercy on your souls!
The crowd is stunned by the announcement. Some cheer, but most are speechless. The only sound that can be heard is Lotte's laughter, and Duke Womack loudly swearing.
Lotte: Good night, my lovelies. I hope all your nightmares are filled with torment! Quote the raven, nevermore!
There's an explosion of light, the sound is almost deafening. When the lights in the room turn back on, Lotte is gone once more. In the middle of the room is a pile of raven feathers. Duke Womack's boots stand beside it, both on fire and covered in bird droppings.