Private Finished [AGoDR] Courtyard

Morgan had received a letter not that long before he decided to come to the courtyard. He had written it off, and he had pretty much conveniently came to one of the meeting spots without really meaning to. He just happened to pass through. He tiredly drank some coffee from a thermos, not even having the message that he had been given on him.

He decided to stand around for a bit, before his older brother dragged him away for 'relaxation', Galen had been dragging Morgan out for so called relaxation for a little while now. He appreciated actually having what he considered to be his own relaxation. He even forgot that this was one of the meeting spots.

@Emy @Goblin

Tai rolled his shoulders back and eyed the letter in his hand once more to verify that this was indeec where he was supposed to go. As cryptic and strange as this all was, in his mind it was exactly what he needed right now: A promise of both competion and potentially of new power. With how he had been stagnating recently, he'd take nearly any alternative, and this seemed to be a good one.

Spotting Morgan already hanging out at the meeting spot, he shoved the letter into the back pocket of his jeans and headed over. "Uh, sup? So...we suppised to be fighting, or what? You're here for the tournament, yeah?"

Morgan just stared at Tai for a long time. He had his regular glasses on rather than The Index, so he couldn’t tell what Tai was species wise. He guessed something monkey related.

Either way, he had a confused look. “Uh. No. I did get a message but I’m just chilling here for a bit?” He sounded a little bit worried. Mostly because a very buff dude just asked the twig that is Morgan if he wanted to fight.

@Emy

Tai squinted for a moment and looked Morgan up and down, scratching his chin. He certainly didn't seem particularly powerful, but looks can be deceiving, especially here of all places. "Huh...well, I guess I've got the wrong g-.." He trailed off at the appearance of Cornelius, blinking and now looking him over. "Ah, somebody official lookin'. I mean, sure, I came here to compete. I'm ready for whatever you've got."

Morgan looked increasingly confused, but internally he started to realise what he walked in on. It was that competition or whatever. He vaguely remembered that it listed the very courtyard he stood in as a meeting point.

He wasn’t exactly sure whether he regretted his decision to come here or not. On one hand he isn’t the competitive type or a fighting type. On the other, it did seem pretty interesting... “Give me a second.” He spoke a bit slowly as he thought to himself.
A solid 5 seconds passed before he looked up again. “...yeah...? I’m ready...?” He still sounded a little uncertain. A bit. Moderately. But he seemed to give off the impression that he was gonna go through with it.