The Undead King of Fighters: Signing up and Settling in
Summary: The six vampires arrive at the tournament and run into problems
signing up for it.
The six brothers ended up near a huge building with a large sign that
said "KING OF FIGHTERS
TOURNAMENT SIGN UP BOOTH" Not one of them could read it however except
Rahab cause he was the scholar of the family and he could understand most
ancient languages. "Turel, could you whip up a spell that will get you
and the others to understand the languages used here. Cause if you and
the others can't read this sign, how will you know the rules of the tournament."
Turel whipped up such a spell and everyone then could understand the languages.
Everyone was about to go into the building when Melchiah spoke up. "Don't you notice that we're missing something? I mean look at ourselves and tell me what we are missing." They looked at their clan armor with their clan symbol draped over their bare chests. Their skintight pants going down to just above their bare ankles. "We're missing shoes brothers. Humans wear shoes and since we're disguised as humans I believe we should wear shoes. Also you can do a lot more damage kicking a man wearing shoes than barefoot."
Rahab slapped Melchiah on the back and said, "Glad to see that I'm not the only genius of this family." That remark earned a slap in the face by Raziel "Don't piss me off Rahab. Right lets get some shoes and then sign up for the tournament." They searched the street for anyone selling shoes. They found a clothing store and after some bargaining, some threatening, and some assaulting the salesmen the six sons of Kain walked out wearing what they came in with but also wearing black boots and black sleeveless shirts. Also they decided on wearing sunglasses cause even though they were now immune to sunlight their eyes weren't used to it.
They finally went inside to sign up for the tournament. When they went in they saw many fighters waiting in line to sign up. More fighters were lining up behind them. "This is boring." Zephon said as he watched the line move slower then a human sinking in quicksand. Dumah yelled out "Can we hurry up with this? I mean there are other people here in line besides the assholes in front." Everyone in front of him except his brothers looked at him in anger and he said "Come and get some then. It'll make the line move faster." Raziel looked at Turel and asked, "Can you do something about this?" Turel mumbled some words and everyone in front of Raziel were thrown out of line into the walls knocking them unconscious. "Nice spell big brother." Melchiah said as they walked to the front of the line. "Thank you Melchiah now lets sign up before they regain consciousness."
When they got to the desk they saw a little man wearing glasses looking at them funny. "You want to enter the tournament?" "YES!" They screamed at him "Not so loud." He said. "Do you have the entry fee?" "What's an entry fee?" Dumah asked getting inpatient at the man. "You have to pay us to enter the tournament. Also we will give you room and board during the tournament. " Dumah would've ripped the man apart if it wasn't for the fact that his three younger brothers were holding him back while Turel was trying to calm him down. Raziel meanwhile had given the man six gold coins and told him to take them as their entry fee. The man checked the coins and decided it was good enough. "Now do you want to be in just the singles tournament, team tournament, or both?" "Team tournament?" "Yes teams of three fight in a totally different tournament than the singles. Most competitors go for both." "Just sign the six of us up for both then." "Just sign your names and who you would like to be teamed up with." The six of them looked and each other and signed their names.
RAZIEL
TUREL
DUMAH
RAHAB
ZEPHON
MELCHIAH
"Interesting names you guys have. Now what teams do you want to be on?" Raziel said to the group "Rahab and Dumah will be on my team and Turel will lead the others." They all nodded and when that was all done a small man wearing all red, sporting an ugly hat, led them to their rooms. "Here are your rooms gentlemen and also tonight's the big pre tournament party down at the club next to this building. Get a chance to see your opponents before you face them." He then stood there expecting a tip. "Can you be helped?" Melchiah asked the bellboy. "Aren't you forgetting something?" "Yes I am." Melchiah then dragged the bellboy into the room and fed on him. Afterwards Melchiah erased the bellboy's memory so he wouldn't be found out. Later the six of them came out of their rooms heading towards the club to check out the competition.
