16th Rankings Tournament – Day 0 – 6:45 PM
Grimalkin popped in with bags under her eyes - this late.
“Don’t know why this is necessary, I can just use my powers for this,” she said.
“Don’t be like that,” one of her staff said, “this is a special occasion!”
“There’s probably going to be another one of these next year,” Grimalkin responded, “and the next.”
“And how many of them are you going to be in?”
“Hopefully not too many,” Grimalkin as they started to apply makeup on her.
“Let’s hide those bags,” one of the makeup artists said.
“Like I said,” Grimalkin replied, “I can just..”
She swiped her hand across her face to make her eyebags disappear.
16th Rankings Tournament – Day 0 – 7:55 PM
Grimalkin emerged from her limousine, sporting a reflective emerald dress accompanied by a fashionable hat, topped off with a red scarf for completion.
The camera shone on her, which meant it was her time to shine as she walked down the red carpet.
“Pretty Striker Grimalkin!” She declared with her signature pose, “Cat’s Crossing!”
That was for the children watching.
Grimalkin, by instinct, dropped her glass of beverage at the news delivered by the clown, before someone came to sweep the area of fragiles. They’re just going to proceed like that? She was trying to maintain her composure.
She had to stay positive, or at the very least, hold her demoralization back.
They were right, this is a special occasion. Just not in the way she was expecting.
“Breathe in, breathe out,” she approached and guided some guests who started to panic. She even tried to cheer some kids up, using her abilities to actively shapeshift into forms that would make them happy, such as fluffy animals or plushies, even letting them hug her in such forms.
"You think the whole being positive spiel is gonna help us?" a guest asked.
"Not exactly," Grimalkin responded, "but the opposite would actively make things worse. There's only so many of us - why not you calm your peers down too?"