Writer:  @ma-tsu-the-male-goddess

“And here we are folks, our first match of the round.” Matsu’s keeping the excitement level low, for now. With how riled up some ghaudience can get during this ghevent, there’s no reason to ramp it up early. 

“We have our first contender stepping into the arena as we speak. Now, Bib’s always been quite the gharacter!” Matsu ruffles through her notes loudly, “Oh! And it looks like a strong one at that! She made it all the way to the semi-quarter finals last year!”

Ok, it’s clear the level isn’t gonna be kept low for long, oh well. 

The ghost that floats in is very clearing not stepping, but Matsu doesn’t really understand what words are supposed to be used for ghosts versus humans; she’s never quite understood the difference between the two. The ghost looks vaguely like 4 Minecraft torches being held underwater—blue tinted and lit up by 4 glowing red dots—those are eyes, Matsu’s pretty sure, but the mask isn’t really giving many clues. 

“Bib’s opponent is actually a newbie this year! From what I’ve heard, Clora’s a fairly calm fellow, but willing to get real loud when backed into a corner.” Matsu glances up from the gooey papers on her desk; there seems to be a bit of a commotion outside—Bib is yelling into the void. 

“Ahhhhhh! Where are you coward! Phight me!!” Something is for sure going on; Matsu grabs the microphone.

“Alright, folks, gimme a moment. I’ll figure out what’s going on.” Tali slams the door open to the announcer room; it’s on the floor and smoking. She just looks at Matsu and communicates the problem telepathically. A nod, she turns back to the mic.

“Apparently the newbie phighter hasn’t even checked-in at the front desk, ladies and ghentlemen!” Bib turns and glares at the box Matsu is sitting in. It’s a good thing it’s ghost-proof.

Yeah, I noticed that! For whatever reason, the image hosting site I used crapped out, I guess? I’m hoping to fix it soon, but it might be a day or two before I can get around to it.