The Adventurer's Battle (Round One: Room 1-0A)

Hitching a ride on a moving train, King decided, was definitely one of his more awesome ideas. Very action movie-esque. He just hoped the train in question didn't turn into a giant robot while he was still on the outside, as it was purported to do, because that was one mechanism he didn't fancy getting caught in. Although to be fair, that Composer figure hadn't described King himself very accurately; in fact, it was pretty obvious he was specifically trying to be inaccurate. King decided to take the descriptions he'd been given of the other contestants with a grain of salt.

King was just beginning to wonder if clinging to the back of a moving train was really the safest place to be when the train began plowing through the game of spiked dodgeball being played to determine the winner of the Best Playable Female, most of the participants of which screamed and dived to the side. Thinking quickly, King reached out and grabbed the hand of a woman dressed like a witch carrying a red balloon, pulling her up next to him on the train. "Hey babe," he said coolly. The girl looked at him questioningly, then glanced at the door into the train. King decided that, compared to letting go of the train with his left hand or letting go of the girl with his right, simply kicking the door in seemed like a pretty good idea. He proceeded to do just that, accompanying the kick with a burst of green energy. He didn't really need the energy since the door opened inwards and wasn't even locked,but there was simply no excuse for skimping on a cool entrance. He slid into the car, pulling the girl in as well, and shut the door behind him, ignoring the way it simply fell open again due to the damage it had sustained.

Slipsicle put down his bottle slowly, trying to hide his confusion. "Are you real or have I had enough to drink?" he asked uncertainly.

King strolled over to him and picked the bottle up casually. "I'd guess the latter, pal. You probably want to lay off the alcohol for a while. In fact," he said, raising the bottle," why don't I take this off of your hands?" He titled the bottle towards himself and proceeded to spill most of it on his head, causing him to splutter and cough and realize that he had no actual mouth. The witch-girl in the corner giggled, and King quietly put the bottle back on the table in embarrassment.

Slipsicle stood up shakily, using his chair for support. "I dunno who you are, but yer impede...imped...interrupting important scientific work." He picked the bottle up again and took another swig, drinking the disappointingly small amount that was left after King had dumped most of it on himself. "So go find someone else to bug before I do unpleasant science-y things to you!"

King was about to start arguing that he didn't have to leave - although he had no real reason to want to stay - when the witch girl grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door and into the next compartment, which turned out to be the kitchen.