Ataru was listening as his Cap'N got the request, at the word slaves he went a little internal. Not letting on since his mask was on he would just look as if he were being quiet. At the mention of the costumes, Ataru would walk into the market to find some, there were many since the wrestling had become part of this section of the towns pass time activities. He found a mask that would do him just fine a one that resembled a skull. That was how Ataru was feeling this particular day, looking at the merchant he'd point to the mask. The merchant seemed to be a little flustered by a mumbling man in a mask pointing and told him the price. With no hassle Ataru started too purchase it when he saw the man also had a the perfect skirt he would gesture to it as well and handed the man his beli. He'd get a bag to store his new purchases while walking back over to Knuckles.
"Got my outfit, I'll meet you in the locker room got to go put some stuff up don't trust it in the locker room. Ataru would make a quick trip back to the ship storing away some of his gear and keeping others. He'd keep his sword on him even though he knew he wouldn't be able to use it. Before walking into the locker room he'd scan around for a small hopeless poor kid. It wouldn't take him long to find a perfect target, walking up to him with his helmet now stored, he wasn't so well known on this island so the boy wouldn't be terrified of his presence.
"Hey, there boy I got an easy way for both of us to be happy. I'm going to be doing my debut match today and I need two things. The first is a fan, I think you would be perfect. As he said fan he'd give the kid some beli enough that the boy's attitude went a full 360 now he was bubbling and smiling. The frowns of his situation gone at least for now, Ataru would contine speaking,
"So the second thing is this I'm going to give you an item to throw at me on stage, if you do that I'll give you the same amount of beli after the match.I'll also buy your ticket for you don't want you to worry about that. How does that sound? The boy was so ecstatic his agreement was a slur of stuttered words and excitement. Ataru would look around and find a branch long enough for his purpose, to impress the boy he'd slice it so quickly it looked like he barely had drawn the sword.
This'll have to do for a sword for the match, unlikely this wrestler is that strong anyways. Handing the boy the branch, he still looked shocked Ataru would say one last thing to him.
"As soon as you see a wrestler named Reverb throw this to him, it'll be me. Have fun watching the matches kid! Buying him a ticket Ataru would hand it to him, while heading to the locker room. He'd look around and not see Knuckles so he would change into his outfit. It'd been a while since he wore a skirt but for something as comical as this he couldn't resist he knew crowds loved gimmicks. Though the sheer amount of scars that was Ataru's upper body would be disturbing to all the other wrestlers in the locker room. They were all giving him weird stares, sometimes he forgot about how many times he had been whipped, jumped and just generally fucked up. He'd take off his sword once he entered the ring so he could keep an eye on it but for now it was hanging off his skirt. To complete the outfit Ataru also had on Thigh High black and yellow striped socks.
WC: 567/400
- Gear For a Hoedown:
- Wrestling Mask:
- Skirt:
- Gauntlets( 2 Axe dials, 1 Reject Dial)
- Noah(Thunder Dial, Heat Dial)
- Jet Boots(2 Jet Dials)
Total Equipment slots used: 6.5