Potentially an ally, the voice continued, and at present, I believe that that is really all you need or wish to know.
The doors ground to a halt, having parted just widely enough to permit two men walking abreast to pass between them; of what lay beyond this partially-open gate, little cold be seen but a great expanse of white which contrasted greatly with a seemingly-endless sky of dark clouds. A tall, rather handsome fellow dressed in the flamboyant fashions of something akin to those of the European Renaissance stepped out from this frigid room, his lips spread wide in a closed yet charming smile as he swept his gaze across the span of the All-Lair. A sword of some sort lay sheathed at his left hip, the corresponding hand resting on the pommel of said weapon, and something metallic glinted faintly just beneath the ruffs of his cuffs. His garb was sodden with water and bits of ice, though this was perhaps understandable given that he appeared to have just walked straight out of the Artic Circle; yet the wetness of his otherwise-impeccable attire did not seem to trouble him or dampen his mood one bit, even with the frigid winds gusting forth from the room behind him.
He seemed every bit the affable dandy or aristocrat at first glance, but if any of the Overlords present were to take a closer look, they might notice that a few things seemed off about him. Most obviously, perhaps, was the fact that his eyes were solid black: they possessed neither iris nor pupil nor even sclera as far as anyone would be able to tell, making it impossible to tell exactly what he might be looking at at any given moment. Furthermore, the position of his left hand would allow those with sufficiently keen eyes to notice that his fingernails seemed far more like the claws of some beast than those of an ordinary human.
I concur that there is no need for violence, he said without moving his lips, his suave voice echoing within the minds of all those present. A resolution can be achieved without needless death and bloodshed, provided that I receive an answer to my questions. Firstly, where is this place and how did I come to be here?
edited 29th Aug '11 10:35:56 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexThe mention of godlike entities made the strange fellow's lips quirk ever so slightly in a faint smirk of what might have been either amusement or thinly-veiled annoyance. When Izumi rushed towards Harry, a thick wall of ice erupted from the floor to separate the two.
The Danse Macabre CodexI know something of prisons, my good man, the aristocratic fellow replied to Harry, quirking an eyebrow as he glanced briefly at the ceiling. Compared to what I have experienced, this can be considered something of a reprieve...though it remains a nuisance, to be sure.
He turned his gaze back to Harry then, and his expression grew somewhat more serious. Now then, what else can you tell us about the nature of this gaol and its gaolers?
The Danse Macabre CodexThe man nodded once or twice as he listened to Harry's description, and when the self-made orphan fell silent, his smile returned for a brief moment. Understandable; had our positions been reversed, I cannot say with good conscience that I would not have done the same. Please continue.
The Danse Macabre Codex"There will be times where a portal opens. That's what leads to the games sir."
Harry goes to the Observing Table. (OOC: I forgot the name...) "This is where we can observe the games."
Harry notices that the Challengers are all girls. "Well this is rich. They've all gotten forced sex changes... and age changes for some. Azula's the only natural girl..."
Harry sighs a little.

The young man raised an eyebrow at Izumi's declaration, but quickly turned his attention back to Harry, as he pulled out the 3 Medals. "I give you one last chance to yield, pup. It would be a shame to kill you now; you certainly are a unique specimen, and I have no way or preserving you for my collection."
Wakka-wakka-wakka-wakka~