This whole experience has been disorienting for Vivi ever since he opened his eyes to strangers ushering him around as they told him that he was to fight others to the death. He had learned from his previous experience in Dali to speak up this time, but before he knew it, he suddenly found himself in some unfamiliar terrain. The first night was the hardest. It was that moment as the sun went down that he realized he couldn't cast any spells. He made do with what he learned from Quan and managed to keep himself quiet and hidden for the most part, until the flames caught up with him and he couldn't run fast enough.
His time in the arena may have only been just over a week, but he hadn't expected to wake up at all, let alone to also learn that he has to participate in this game over and over again. Isn't death supposed to be permanent?
Vivi was told that he had a room assigned to him in the suites, so he figures he could have some time alone to think there. The elevator isn't too foreign, but it's so sleek and shiny compared to the moving platforms he has seen back home. Right as the doors open, he jumps at what sounds like a mug shattering, following the noise to its source. He rounds the corner of the suite to catch the sight of a man striking another - a servant it looks like, from what he has seen while wandering about.
"W-What are you doing?!"
It's none of his business and he knows it, but the sight is enough for him to conclude that it's straight up wrong. Standing barely at 3'9, he does not remotely appear intimidating but the bright glow of his eyes speaks more loudly than his actual voice.
II
His time in the arena may have only been just over a week, but he hadn't expected to wake up at all, let alone to also learn that he has to participate in this game over and over again. Isn't death supposed to be permanent?
Vivi was told that he had a room assigned to him in the suites, so he figures he could have some time alone to think there. The elevator isn't too foreign, but it's so sleek and shiny compared to the moving platforms he has seen back home. Right as the doors open, he jumps at what sounds like a mug shattering, following the noise to its source. He rounds the corner of the suite to catch the sight of a man striking another - a servant it looks like, from what he has seen while wandering about.
"W-What are you doing?!"
It's none of his business and he knows it, but the sight is enough for him to conclude that it's straight up wrong. Standing barely at 3'9, he does not remotely appear intimidating but the bright glow of his eyes speaks more loudly than his actual voice.