The contestants that were still in the lobby disbanded, heading into the rooms Jonathan seemed to conjure out of thin air. The only two who remained in the lobby was Gaara and Broly, the former seeming to glare at the others as he stood in the room.

"Something the matter?" Sharon asked, her voice teetering on the edge of panic, "Don't you want to grab your stuff?"

"All I need is my sand…" Gaara growled, his glare shifting to the maid. "I don't need anything else in order to win this.. game."

"W-what about you sir?" Sharon stuttered, now moving beside Broly.

"Ka….Kak…." Broly seemed to be almost in pain, trying to form the words he wanted to say. Kaka…"

"Don't worry about him Sharon," Jonathan called from his desk, putting his feet up on top of it. "He'll be fine once he starts fighting."

"A-are you sure?" Sharon asked, her face a mix between worry and panic, "H-he seems to be in a rather.. uncomfortable position."
"Like I said," Jonathan muttered , tuning his guitar. "Don't worry about it."

Sharon stared at Broly sheepishly for a moment before rushing into the hallway leading to the kitchen, leaving the trio to their business. Upon her arrival she noticed Alexander and Mafuyu in the corner, the latter adjusting a strap of her outfit with a bit of a blush on her face. She looked to the left of them to find Dante sitting at a table, his feet next to an open pizza box on the table.

"You missed a show!" He called, taking a bite of the pizza.

"It wasn't a show." Alexander said. He almost seemed to refuse to make eye contact with Dante as he sat across from him. "It's how the qwaser get their power, from soma."

"Really?" Dante said with a laugh, "Because to me it really just looked like you two were having a rather intimate mom-"

"Will you both shut up!" Sharon turned to notice Rita was at the other side of the table, several scrolls in front of her. "I'm trying to do research as to how we got here!"

"By dancing like a nutcase?" Dante casually leaned back in his chair, causing it to creek loudly.

"Have you ever tried to cast magic?" Rita shot back, her annoyance beginning to flair in her voice.

"Consider this-" Dante said, standing up and walking over to Rita in a casual fashion. "The last time magic came around in my life, my mother went and got killed and my father utterly destroyed by his own brethren. So.." He took a bit of pizza, spun around, and motioned with his hands towards Rita. "I dfn't rwlly lwke mgic." He said through the pizza.

"Well…" Sharon said, causing Dante to look at her, his mouth still full of pizza. "It seems Dante has already found the master fridge… I've rigged it to where it would have the same food you'd find in your dimension, as well as whatever else may be put in there."

"Borsch." Alexander say. "Mafuyu, make me-"

"Uh…" Sharon stuttered. "Actually… cooking is my-"

Mafuyu cut her off with a shake of her hand. "Sasha is rather picky with his borsch… I'm afraid I'm the only one who will be able to-"

"Woah woah woah," Dante said, "A teenager, picky about his food?" He made his familiar stroll over to Alexander, "Listen kid, I'm a grown man and all I strive off of is pizza. That's all I need, no need to be picky, you could end up a lot worse, I mean-"

"U-uh…" Sharon stuttered. "Just… you can have anything you want.. I mean…"

"You're fine lady," Dante said, "It's just this kid. He's getting on my nerves."

"The same could be said about all of you!" Rita shouted from across the room. "Will you all just shut up and let me work!"

"I haven't said anything since he began speaking." Alexander said calmly. "I simply made a request."

Rita twitched for a moment before a weird glow seemed to surround her. "Why don't all of you just shut the hell up!" There was a slight ring as the glow faded, a fireball forming in front of her. She spun around and pointed her hand out, and the flame seemed to follow towards Alexander.

The teenager Leaped at a height that amazed even Dante, landing on one of the metal chairs. He grabbed one of the legs, the iron turning to liquid in his hands. He flung his hand towards his attacker, the liquid metal turning to hard daggers mid-flight. Rita ducked slightly, the knives flying over her head.

"Tsk.. annoying brat.." Rita growled, the glow returning yet again.
"S-shouldn't we do something?!" Sharon exclaimed.

"And ruin a perfectly good show?" Dante laughed, putting his feet up in the now three-legged chair. "Why bother?"

The cafeteria was chaos for a good few minutes, various fireballs and knives flying through the air. The chaos was broken when a loud metal thud hit one of the tables.

"Sasha!" Mafuyu called. "Enough!"

Alexander froze mid-throw and looked at Mafuyu, dumbfounded for a moment before the knives liquified yet again, creating a puddle of iron at his feet. Rita was stunned before a sinister smile hit her face. A purple glow surrounded her as she began to chant.

"O' disturbing power now unleashed, mete thy-ow!" She was cut off when Mafuyu hit her over the head with what appeared to be a kendo stick. "Ow! What the hell?"

"No fighting at the dinner table." Mafuyu said, spinning the kendo stick in her hand. Rita looked up to see Alexander sitting down, filling a bowl from what appeared to be a pot of curry.

"Tsk… At least he finally shut up." Rita growled, returning to her scrolls. "Just keep it that way."

"Welp…" Dante said. "It was fun while it lasted. I'ma head out and grab my stuff." He gave a small two-finger salute as he left the doorway.

He made his way through the entrance hall, receiving a rather insidious look from Gaara, and walked down the hallway labeled 'men'. The hallway was surprisingly well lit, despite there not being anything seeming to generate that light. Just outside the door labeled 'Dante' he saw Sho, who seemed to be creating some kind of sigil out of chalk on the wall across from it..

"3 is to the point of 1…" Sho muttered. "4 the 1-5-9 are 2."

"Uh…" Dante scratched his head. "What are you doing?"

"6-5, 3-5!" Sho continued, seeming to ignore Dante. "8-9, 7-9! 32384 62643 38327! And... perfect." He stepped back, dusting the chalk off of his hands. "Now my victory is sealed."

He turned and seemed to finally notice Dante. "Oh, D. Right right… Df and Rf equals DV. Then again Cf and Df equals Cv" He walked away, leaving Dante confused.

Dante finally shrugged. "Whatever…" He walked through the wooden door with his name on it. On it he found a large bed with red blankets resting on it, the nightstand beside it had a large broadsword leaning against it. "Ah…" He said, walking inside. "Home sweet home for now I suppose."

He froze when a black-iron pistol was pressed against his head. "Bang! Haha!" A voice said, high and full of energy. "Gotcha."

"Hmph… Really?" He made a swift motion, disarming his attacker and pointing the gun at them, however in an an instant the blue-haired girl had a bright pink minigun pointed at Dante.

"Well played, but I think I win." Jinx said, laughter clearly being held back on her face.

"Not quite…" He said. He flipped back, kicking the minigun out of her arms only to be met with a navy blue rocket launcher.

"You done yet?" She said, a wider smile on her face.

"Not even close." He spun around, kicking the rocket launcher to the side. He brought down his leg again, kicking her to the ground and pointing his own gun at her, once again staring down the barrel of a silver plated gun.

"You're good." Jinx said. "It'll be fun fighting you." She smiled even wider. "Well… if you last that long." She fired the gun, landing a clean shot into Dantes head, knocking his head back.

Jinx stayed there for a moment, wondering why her opponent didn't fall yet. It wasn't until Dante put his head back down did she notice he didn't even have a scratch.

"Ooooh!" Jinx exclaimed, excited. "I see you're a strong one. But playtime's over unfortunately, I have to go before someone catches me in the mens room. Bye-Bye!" She dashed out, leaving the pistol behind her.

"Well.. that was interesting." Dante muttered, Bending down to pick up his gun. "At least I got my girls back." He spun the guns around in his hands, showing off for an invisible audience. He ended his little show by pointing them behind and in front of him, one of them pointing directly into Alucards face.

"Go ahead, shoot me." He said, a rather dark smile on his face. "It would be a short fight, but you never know."

Dante spun the guns on his fingers once again, holstering them in the back of his pants. "And to what do I owe the pleasure Vampire man?"
"Hoho, so you know." Alucard said, his smile unfading. "Then again I would expect no less from the half-demon devil hunter."

Dante made a slow clap. "So we know each other, congratulations. Still doesn't explain why you're here. I mean, if you're looking for the bathroom it's in the back."

"Charming, but no." Alucard sat down in an recliner to the side of the room. "I simply wanted to offer you a chance at victory in this game."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well think about it," The light seemed to reflect of Alucards glasses, giving him a rather sinister aura. "You know of my abilities, you've seen the other contestants. What makes you think you stand a chance against any of them?"

Dante laughed. "You really take me for an idiot, you should meet my brother, you'd really hit it off."

"Trying to cheat in the game now aren't we?" Both residents of the room instinctively drew their guns and pointed them at the new voice. Standing in the doorway was Sebastian, actually pouring tea into two cups now. "Now now is that really how you treat someone who is pouring you tea?"

Dante and Alucard looked at each other for a moment before holstering their weapons.

"There we go now," Sebastian said, setting a cup of tea across from Alucard. The tea was a strange dark red. "We can be civil gentlemen now can't we?"

"What brings you to the party?" Dante asked.

"Hmmm?" Sebastian hummed in a confused manner. "I simply wanted to make tea for the guests."

Alucard cleared his throat. "Well unless you have business here, I'll have to ask you to-"

"Attention players," Jonathans voice echoed through the castle. "Please return to the entrance hall so that the game may begin."

"Oh bother…" Sebastian muttered. "I didn't even get to serve the pastries… Pity." He cleaned off the plates faster than Dante could drink his tea. "Shall we?"

The three men were actually the last of the contestants to enter the hall, the others already standing in front of a podium Jonathan had mounted in place of his desk. Various screens were projected on the stone walls behind him, each depicting an arena-esque area.

"Ah, there they are." Jonathan said. "Now then, each of you will be facing your opponent in one of these arenas, and as I said before you shall fight until your opponent cannot, or until I no longer find it entertaining. Your opponents were chosen at random, and by at random I mean by me. Now then," he cocked his guitar up, ready to play. "Entertain me!" He strummed, the blue light out of the entrance hall.