As Jake watched in awe, something furry bumped into him, nearly knocking him over. He watched as a Flofas, giant for his kind, over 1.8 m in height, lumbered it's way in. "Kids these days. They have no respect for the elderly, sheesh." Rolling it's six eyes, half in one direction, while the other half the other way, it lumbered it's way into the hall, carrying what looks to be a bloody (that's what Jake believes it to be, bright pink colour) mace into the main atrium.
With this impromptu warning, he realized that he was not the only one here, as he finally registered the many races and species that were coming into the hall. Just as he was preparing to go in, a sudden payload, dropped from the sky, nearly squashing Jake's very troubled head. "Hey watch it bird - brain! Don't let me catch you again, otherwise it's to the slammers for you!" After swearing at the Karury delivery driver for nearly crashing her parcel on top Jake's head, he huffed in anger, before realizing that nothing could be done.
As he went back, a shrill cry was heard from above "I'm still 16, you bald rock! Catch me if you can, haha ha haha!" In anger, he picked up the nearest rock, and aimed at her from behind. Hurrriedly, Jake had to pull him back, in case it turned into a fiasco. "Just think about it, what donyou think the headlines will be next morning, calm yourself down man!" Jake finally managed to calm Jerry down, albeit with few promises.
Just then, a small Rabbitos receptionist walked her way there, her small puffy tail bobbing up and down slightly. "Hello esteemed sir, and young champion. What can I do for you today?" Puffing her ever so slightly big chest, she asked with pride, believing that they should be captivated by her.
Jake and Jerry looked at each other, before replying:
"I'm sorry miss, I'm here on official business."
"I like 'em big"
Turning their heads sharply, the receptionist and Jerry turned their heads to Jake, one questioning, the other one trying her best to rein her anger. Not realising what he had just said, Jake turns to them, questioning "What did I say wro - oh, I wasn't supposed to say that loud, was I?" Laughing sheepishly, he turned his head, whistling ever so slightly.
Trying her best to remain professional, she coughed, still slightly ticked off " *hm hm*, what can I do for you, esteemed sirs?" Jerry, realising the severity, whispered "Oh, you goofed up good." Embarrassed, Jake just huffed angrily.
As they headed inside, the receptionist, still clearly angry, asked "Which hall do you want to go to - the martial or the mage?" Jerry, trying to ease the relationship, replied, with flatter, "To the martial hall please, I believe that someone as kind and smart as you would be able to do so, for you surely know everything here." Feeling proud, she puffed her B - cup chest, and walked quickly to the martial hall.
Going right from the atrium, they travel through a long corridor, filled with murals of historic martial artists who have sacrificed themselves for the sake of the universe, protecting the people from horror unknown. Their noble deeds littered the walls, infecting the young protege with honour and chivalry. As he continued to immerse himself in this atmosphere.
Jake l, not realising that they had stopped, bumped into Jerry. Although Jerry, being big and all, did not flinch, but Jake fell and banged his head pretty hard onto the floor. "Oh, sorry there little man. I forgot I still had this gauntlet on me. Wait, let me quickly take it off for you."
While Jerry was removing the gauntlet, the receptionist turned back to Jake, no longer mad, started explaining " Welcome to the Hall Of Martiality, where you will embark into a journey of epic proportions, filled with adventures, treasures, and most importantly, ladies (I hope someone carries me of my feet, mom wants me to marry soon, and im not getting any younger...)."
"It's too cheesy." Jake interrupted her, imagining that the latter half of the sentence did not happen at all. As he talked to her, his eyes wandere into the hall.
Littered across the hall laid various weapons of mystical powers, each emanating every sort of element and attribute, causing the walls to light up like disco. Scattered among the floors were remains of testing machines, each broken into various fragments, placards placed on top, indicating who did what. Some read glorious names, such as 'Drax the great laid waste to this machine. His noble fists pierced through its guts, embodying his fiery spirit', while others, though for some odd reason, spelled their names in pseudonyms, especially those for comic relief: 'Hugh Grunk Rekson was here, suck on it, yeah baby'.
Disturbed, Jake's eyes continued to wander around, but was interrupted when some snaps were heard "Hello, Earth to Mr., where are you? Anyways, come on, let's test your strength to determine which stage you are in. Shall we begin?