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Post by Tourit on Nov 10, 2016 4:01:27 GMT
“So when it says on air, that’s when I should start?”
“Right. Just say what you want then, we will try to find a good time to display the images.”
“Great, I’ll count on you.”
Not too long ago, Tourit had announced that he was going to be holding a tournament on Earth. While he didn’t distrust the fighters he had already met to spread the news by word of mouth, he felt an urge to make it known globally. He had found a news station, and with a little persuasion via valuable jewels he had brought from Tayona, he was allowed to make an announcement.
“Ok, get ready to take it away, demon prince. We are live in three, two, one…”
“Greetings, inhabitants of the Earth! I am Tourit Sanichi, prince of the Pashifikku kingdom of the planet Tayona. I have come to hold a grand tournament and I extend the offer to join to any fighters who think they are worthy!” An image of tournament grounds flashed behind him. “It will take place in exactly twelve days, so be ready for it! I’ll see you there, so be there!” Tourit motioned for the cameraman to stop recording, but they didn’t get the memo right away, thinking there was more to the prince’s speech, seeing how short it. “So we are off the air now, right? I was kind of nervous during that.” Hearing this made the cameraman realize that Tourit was already done, and shut it off after. “We got that last part in accidently, sorry about that.”
Tourit’s heart froze as he heard this. “We can do a retake though, right?”
The cameraman shoke his head. “That was live. Sorry.”
“Oh man…”
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Nov 18, 2016 2:45:52 GMT
171 zeni. 2843 > 3,014
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