D.E.M.O.N.S: Getting Summoned Weekly isn't so Bad-Chapter 1331 Thyme the Judge(s)

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--- Green ---

Thyme called for all of the chosen competitors to come forward. Green took around at the competition. Borgick was sprinting down the stands, taking the steps three at, clearly in a rush. *Why would he bother? It's not like getting down faster will help him at all. Actually… why is he trying to be so far ahead of us here? Is it just because he uses a cannon as a weapon?*

The rest of the competitors were taking things at a far more normal pace, Vanya and Willow walked side-by-side, clearly eying each other up. Green wasn't sure if they considered each other the toughest competitors, or if they were trying to establish an alliance somehow. *Not sure how you'd work together this round. Perhaps just sharing insights between rounds?*

Finally Bonas was skipping down the stairs, tail wagging in obvious delight. Green made a note to keep an eye on the beastkin. Aside from Borgick, she seemed the most interested in the event, and while the dwarf's interest likely had more to do with the cannon itself, Bonas' smile was a harder one to decipher. Was she also interested in cannons? Did she have some skill in diving? Green didn't know. freewebno vel.co m

Up on stage Thyme started to speak again. "Before I send you all off to the changing rooms let me show you the judges!" A bright light covered Thyme forcing everyone to look away for a few moments. When Green finally managed to blink the spots form her eyes there were 4 different Thymes up there on the stage, and they all looked quite unique, though one more so then others.

That Thyme looked like a slightly oversized gorilla… in a tuxedo. Gorilla Thyme even had a microphone in hand despite the fact Thyme didn't need a microphone for their voice to carry at all. Gorilla Thyme somehow managed to keep a look of profound refinement on their face. This was reinforced when they spoke. It was a deep, silky voice that Green had to admit, was very nice to listen to. Perhaps even better then Gareth's. Though, that wasn't something she'd admit.

"Greetings to you all. I am your announcer for this event. Do not be afraid of my large and robust appearance, for I am a refined gentleman and mean you know harm. Please keep in mind the rules, though feel free to pay the judges more attention then me, it is through their decisions that you will win or lose after all. You may call me Thyme, as the others have chosen proper nicknames," said Gorilla Thyme, or Green supposed, just Thyme.

The next Thyme stepped out from behind the gorilla and bowed to the assembly. They were dressed in an old-style ball gown, with flowing ivy hair speckled with little flowers. They had a tiara and in the centre was a sapphire encrusted 1. Oh, and they had massive tits. *Yeesh Thyme. Way to give some people an inferiority complex. I know I was never getting anything larger then an A-cup but like… I could probably curl up enough to fit my whole damn body in those things!*

"You may call me One, for I am the first, and clearly most important judge. If you can meet my exacting criteria I'm sure you will go far in the ballroom dancing scene. I expect nothing but excellence from you all," One finished speaking with a bow so low her boobs were resting on the floor. Green could FEEL the back pain from all the way over here. Well, assuming a Thyme could even experience back pain.

*So is that a hint that she wants me to spin or something? Perhaps keep my toes pointed? Urgh. I didn't think all those lessons in ballroom dancing might actually come up in the real world. Then again, I suppose this isn't too weird. Plenty of dungeons have weird requirements and there was that chess match last time around…*

As the bow ended, the next Thyme stepped out. This one was nearly as tall as the gorilla and about as muscly. He was in a suit… technically. It was a nice dark green with winding vine patterns in a slightly lighter shade. The problem was, he happened to even more ripped then March. The suit was struggling to contain his bulk. The stitching was stretched to the breaking point with VISIBLE GAPS showing off the undershirt beneath… and the boxers as well. Look the pants were just a tight. This was all topped off with a large Tophat donned with a large two right in the middle.

"You can call me TWO! I am here to see people shot out of a cannon and make a big splash. How literally I mean that is something you'll just have to work out!" Two said with a flex. Green would swear up and down that she could hear the cloth of Two's outfit ripping as he did that, and based on Vanya's flinch she wasn't the only one. Despite that… it seemed to remain in one piece. For now.

*I wonder if they meant that literally. Should I try and make the biggest splash possible? It wouldn't necessarily be too hard… except I'm not sure it's something I can properly compete with. I'm on the lighter side… or am I? Vanya might way more than me… but I'm not sure about the others. Bonas has a huge tail but that's all fur. I really don't know what she'd weigh. Hmm… still, I'm probably on the lower end.

Then again… I plan to keep my boots on so that should help a lot. Wait. Is that how it works? I'm just assuming that more weight equals a bigger splash but… that might not be the case? Shit. I guess I'll try it for a round or two depending on what everyone else tries to see if I can get a good score that way.*

When Green finished her thoughts, the next Thyme walked out. They were rail thin and dressed in a belly dancer's outfit… but they didn't exactly have the curves for it. They had no chest to speak off, and their waistline was more like a straight line from their shoulders down to their feet. Looked like good quality silk though.

"I am Three, and I'll be judging everyone based on how I feel in a few moments. I'll give you no hints because I haven't even worked out what I'm doing yet. Good luck!" said Three as they shimmied over to the table and chairs that Thyme had set up for the judges. The other two followed, with Two looking comically large in the small chairs, and One resting her oversized chest on the table, engulfing the little mic that was in front of all the judges.

Once they were in place, the table flipped around so that they were all facing the water. Thyme, the gorilla one, tapped the microphone in their hand to get everyone's attention once again. It sounded more like bending metal then a microphone tapping noise, not that Green would recognise the latter. "Right, everyone is free to go down into the changing rooms," Thyme pulled up a trapdoor affixed to the side of the stage. "You can enter an exit the area below as you will. Though taking longer then five minutes after your name is called will incur a point penalty. Do NOT try entering a changing room other then your own. You have ten minutes maximum to change. Good luck,"

*Wait did Thyme just add new rules? Well the fact you can't go into the changing room isn't new pers ay… but the longer then five minutes one seems new? Hmm… I guess it's probably to keep the game moving. I wonder if it's an official rule or not though. It's just weird that Thyme is adding it now. Did they not think of it before? Or is it not one that's part of the 'official' rules Thyme wrote up for challenge? Hmm… still probably best not to push it.*

Green, alongside everyone else, made her way into the changing room. Her own door was quite obvious, not only was it the same Green as her hair, but in big letters 'GREEN' was written across the door. Well, that and all the other doors were extremely blurry and slightly painful to look at if you glanced at them for more than a few seconds. Best not to think about that really.

Green pushed open her door and saw a whole bunch of clothes. They were split into various styles with different colours further towards the back. It was always the same order for each of the styles. There were even a few 'bottom only' racks that seemed to mostly pair up with the various two-piece swimsuits.

A longer look and Green noticed that all of the sets here were solid colours. Nothing had a pattern on it at all. *Odd. I was expecting there to be more difference between the various clothes after Thyme said that what you chose could possibly have an effect on your score… but not the design. Hmm… guess I'll pick something in green just for the joke. Though what style do I want?*