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Post by Vapovile on Nov 16, 2015 0:09:20 GMT
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's SHOWTIME!" A man dressed in a colorful red and white suit shouts, holding a cane out as fireworks shoot out around the colorful tent the audience was in, signifying the start of the show. The ringmaster poses in the middle of the stage, directing a group of performers who began to do acrobatics high above the stage on a trapise. The crowd cheered at the death-defying stunts being displayed at the tent, while outside, an entire carnival was being enjoyed by hundreds of other excited people. Stalls lined the different paths, each offering games to play, treats to buy, balloons to purchase, and various other vendors offering their wares.
Dotted around the carnival grounds were various area filled with attractions; amusement park rides, a house of mirrors, the aforementioned circus tent, an arcade building populated with people putting quarters into arcade cabinets, and many other mini attractions for people to enjoy. It was the second day that the carnival was in town at a tiny town outside of Los Angeles, California, and people were enjoying every minute of it. Walking along the pathway near the rides was a short, pink-haired woman and a tall red-haired one, each holding a bag of popcorn and admiring the different sights. "So, where do you want to go next Erin?" The pink-haired woman asked, looking at her sister. She thinks for a few moments, and takes another bite of popcorn. "I don't know Haruko...want to ride some rides?" Haruko smiles, and nods her head. "Sure! They're right here, so let's do that after we're done with these." She motions toward the popcorn in her hands. The two of them had decided to take a break from work and go to the carnival. Kate and Cosmina, Haruko's adopted kids, were trailing behind the two sisters. Kate was busy eating a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone to add input to the conversation, though she wanted to visit the arcade soon. Haruko wore a simple pink and white shirt with black shorts, looking fashionable even in casual wear. Erin wore a plain red shirt and grey pants, while Kate had an orange shirt and black pants on.
The group turns the corner, and stares at the large assortment of rides available to them. Unfortunately, the lines on a few of the larger ones appeared to be longer than expected, making Kate sigh with relief. "So, where do you wanna go?" Kate asks the two of them, intentionally leaving Cosmina out of her line of sight.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 16, 2015 1:04:17 GMT
Cosmina drew her arm back in a stance imitating the big league pitchers she saw on TV. She tilted her big striped hat and straightened her tie. With a pathetic toss, she threw the ball at the wooden bottles before her. Her horns hummed. The instant the ball bumped the bottles, so did a sonic blast that scattered them like pins. "I win!" She declared, earning a large soft snake. Immediately she turned to a younger child who had just failed to earn a prized and sat it on their head. Skipping away to the sound of their delighted squeal, she shoved her hand into Haruko's. "I won again!" She proudly told the best mom in the world.
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"A carnival? I wonder if our money's even good here." Cherry grumbled. She wasn't dressed for a carnival, decked out in a plaid vest over long white sleeves and a long emerald skirt, her hair bound up in green ribbons. "If you don't like it, we can try again." Malcolm was in a plaid shirt and kilt, holding a stone marked with strange symbols. They had been using it to teleport to random locations in search of a unique date location. "No, this looks fun. Put that away!" She marched into the carnival, looking at the various attractions with delight. Malcolm smiled and followed, pocketing the stone.
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Post by Percival on Nov 16, 2015 1:17:54 GMT
The hustle and bustle of a booming carnival day was a delight to each and every one of the senses. By day, one felt the chill breeze of the afternoon autumn that allowed for the perfect conditions for such festivities. By night, lights blinked in ornate patterns upon small food stands and immense rides that twisted and whirled like dancers throughout the polluted grass of the fairgrounds below shimmering white stars in a black backdrop. Throughout, however, one heard the shouts of gleeful children. Throughout, however, one could smell the ever present odor of frying vats and livestock. Throughout, however, one may get a chance to taste the delights the many stands have to offer.
And did one shop offer.
A quaint, white cube of plastic and metal, with a faded pink vinyl shade that dangled before a plexiglass window, wafting in the gentle breeze. Above, a simple carved wooden sign swung softly, emblazoned in pink letters "Berlingot's Best: Belgian Treats and Sweets". Though overall modest, the shop looks a little out of place. To it's right: "Anthony's BBQ Pulled Pork, Xtra Large Sammy shop" with it's blaring lights, and overbearing scent of ketchup mixed with various spices. To its left sat a shop with no name, though the words "CHOCOLATE COVERED BACON BETWEEN TWO DONUTS AND DEEP FRYED ON A STICK!" was written across the front of it in Ceramic, neon marker in all its misspelled glory.
Within the little shop, a man was seen behind the window, resting his head on his palm, and that arm's elbow on the counter. He gazes out of the window. Well, as much as a person could gaze with their eyes seemingly closed.
He appeared peculiar, dressed in a white dress shirt and a scarlet vest. A crimson cravat is tied in a bow around his neck. Khaki dress pants envelop his legs, and black dress shoes sit on his feet. In his free hand, a skimmer cap, which he spins on his finger. "Damn, I hate how boring this is... and the stench of these freaking pigsties to each side of me is going to make me sick." The man mutters. "Unfortunately, this is what Americans eat... how do they not upchuck constantly...?" He grimaces, then grabs his face, squirming around. "UUUGH! I wanna do somethinggg! Anythinggg! I don't wanna be surrounded by these schmucks!" He slams his fists down on the counter, then catches sight of the House of Mirrors across from him.
A grin creeps up on his face, and he turns on his heel. He turns off everything in the shop and closes the metal gate in front of the window. His hands snatch up his lab coat and cane, and he pops a lollipop in his maw with a satisfied hum.
Out from the stand, he waltzes, spinning the bamboo cane in his hand towards the fun house. A teen, with ginger curls upon his head mans the front of the line, but our peculiar individual passes by him with nary a second glance.
"Sir..." The adolescent grumbles, turning to face the man, but he keeps walking. "Sir! Get back here, I need your ticket!"
The man continues walking until he reaches the end of the corridor, looking around at each of the mirrors meant solely to confound anyone within. You never know when you've reached a glass wall, a mirror, or a dead end. It's a sprawling mystery maze that scares the daylights out of those who lack much of a clever mindset.
"Sir, listen, we're all excited to go into Mr. Fantasmagorie's Mystery Maze, but we all have to wait our turn, and pay one ticket to enter." The boy is now growing highly irritated at our peculiar man's actions.
But, this time, the man heard his words. This time, the boy made the mistake of letting the man hear him. "Oh, I'm sorry... how many tickets was that? One?"
A voice is heard behind the boy. "I do believe that it is one per person."
"Eh?" The boy turns in horror, only to see yet another of our individual. "wait, but...?"
"Yes, it is one per person, isn't it? So... how many do we need? Two?...Three?" The man seems to split, listing off numbers as he goes, eventually becoming numerous as the copies position themselves to appear further duplicated in the mirrors. "One hundred?" they chant. "One thousand? One million?"
From the fun house came a loud scream.
From the fun house... came laughter.
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Post by Iris on Nov 16, 2015 14:04:35 GMT
The bus made its way down its scheduled route with all its passengers huddled together; all the seats had been filled and the heat of body against body was beginning to make the air both stale and searing, an uncomfortable atmosphere for anybody who took the time to pay attention to it.
In the far back of the bus there sat a rather young female and next to her a seat occupied by a rather large, blocky container. The wood seemed scratched and aged, its handle well-worn, and beneath it was a strange...plush creature? Its body was a amalgamation of patterned fabrics all sewn together, the form obstructed by the container that crushed it down, but one or two things stood out most about the creature; one, it had very long limbs that trailed from the seat right into the floor and two, the legs visible had strange markings aligning them, sewn in with a dim, golden thread.
The girl herself wasn't anywhere as strange as the cargo she harbored. Sitting straight in the shabby bus-seat it was easy for people to see her with the elaborate way she dressed; a white shirt that buttoned into a frill collar, sleeves large and puffy towards the ends of her hands and around her neck was a black scarf that reflected light as if it were some type of silk or satin. Her skirt rose high against her waist, buttoned firmly while the ends of the material splayed out in frills along her thighs, barely covering the black stockings she had decided to wear that day. The only truly odd thing about her were the things she had in her lap.
As if she were unaffected by everything going about her, the young woman was sewing on the bus. Patches of material were in disarray along her lap and her fingers were covered in a culmination of bandages and thimbles, her hands were ceaselessly moving as she stitched again and again with the thread being pulled tightly enough so that the sun's rays caused a faint golden glint to strike off of the thread. For the young woman, her current piece was a disaster that she just couldn't repair and it was getting under her skin.
So consumed in her work, the woman named Iris missed her stop. And then she missed the next. And the next one...rinse, repeat. It was only after she fumbled the next line of stitches with her needle, sending the sharp metal into a finger not protected by a thimble, that she looked up just long enough during the bandaging of her new wound.
"Oh my." Her bus was not at her stop by any means or measures, as a matter of fact the place the bus was stopping at was not anywhere on her agenda today. The brilliant colors and the dim hum of voices and music lay just outside; from one of the windows a passenger had opened wafted in the smell of carnival foods.
Iris's brow tucked in slightly, a look of irritation more than anything. Her original plan of that day had been to head in to the city and find some new materials, but it looked like that had changed...she certainly didn't want to have to wait on the bus all day and her current patch of fabric was far too gone, far too littered with tears and holes after her extravaganza of a mess-up. Placing the end of her needle delicately between her teeth, Iris fished around the strange pouch at her waist, muttering something under her breath as she retrieved a pair of scissors and cut the worn line attached to her needle. Depositing the scissors, as well as the destroyed fabric, into her pouch, Iris rose in her seat and figured she'd better make the best of this trip. Every place had fabric in some way or another...she'd just get her hands on it. Maybe this carnival could prove to be a diamond in the rough.
Scooting past her large container, Iris gave a firm snap of her fingers along the way and suddenly the stuffed plush beneath the box trembled...then rose. About waist-high, the pink monstrosity warbled briefly on its feet and the box fell in to its back, the opening winding around it and tying itself off as the lengthy legs took wobbling steps to follow her in the narrow isle. When she exited the bus, she exited it with a train of confused and frightened stares that ended only when the bus-driver promptly closed the door behind her and took off.
Outside of the bus all of the sensations were much more heavy. The noise, the smells...it all disgusted her to a degree. Focusing on the many paths she could take, she felt the bump against her waist and looked over to her wobbling, plus-creation with a slight look of irritation; when she'd made it, she knew she'd made a mistake somewhere...it's legs were supposed to be stronger, but it walked like a newborn doe. Iris had decided she'd stick with it until she'd prepared a sigil that repaired the mistake she'd made, but she'd seen how well that'g done over on that bumpy bus. Yes, it was the bus's fault and not hers, or so she'd be adamantly telling herself.
"I haven't been to a carnival before..." Talking to herself, Iris stood in the middle of a pathway with no regard for other pedestrians, her head turning this way and that as she tried to figure out where to go...while simultaneously looking like an attraction herself with the way her cargo-holder stumbled about her, waiting for command.
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Post by Obscuris on Nov 16, 2015 16:12:02 GMT
To the common folk that enjoyed the brilliant and vibrant attractions, the colorful clothes of the clowns and the sweet (and disproportionately expensive) candies, the carnival was their way to escape from their dull weekly routine and immerse in a couple of hours of mindless fun. Families with noisy children, young and old couples going in romantic walks around the place and the occasional old creep overflowed the carnival with their chattering and laughs.
However, there were two men entering the carnival who weren’t there to enjoy themselves. They parked in front of the main entrance in a discreet black car with tainted windows, the kind of car nobody notices. They paid for a ticket and walked inside in silence. In the middle of that festival of colors and music, both of them stood out from the rest of the people like the black dot in the middle of the ying.
One of them was a tall and muscular black man. Wearing an impeccable black suit and simple sunglasses over his dark eyes, Bertuccio had a really threatening air around him. His bald head and tough features seemed as if they were carved in marble after all his years and violent fights as an underworld street fighter. He walked with confidence and menacing look through the carnival, but under his tough exterior he was actually amused as a little child with the wonders of the festival and in some occasion he had to do an almost super-human effort to stop himself from buying a huge cotton candy.
A family was walking in front of him and when a strong wind raced through the carnival their youngest daughter, who couldn’t be more than five years old, let go of her unicorn shaped balloon with a yell and tried, without much success, catching it. The kid was about to cry when a shadow blocked the lights and she looked up to see Bertuccio’s tall figure. Before she could scream with fear of that scary man, he kneeled and with a big, cheerful smile handed her the pink unicorn that almost got away. “Here you go, little girl” he said with his deep and soothing voice as she took the balloon from his huge hands “You have to hold on tight to your friends, you never know when they will fly away”. The five year old looked at him with her tiny blue eyes wide open and didn’t say anything. With a wider smile he continued “You’re a strong girl, right?” the girl nodded “then don’t let go of that balloon again. Unicorns get sad if you let go of them”. “I won’t, mister! I promise” the girl high pitched and childish voice was a funny contrast against Bertuccio’s voice. “Good girl” he laughed as he put his hand on the girl’s head and ruffled her hair. Laughing, the girl thanked him and went back with his family as Bertuccio waved and smiled.
“Damn, man. Are you going to stay creeping on kids all day or what? We have something to do, ya know?” the other man grunted. Baptistin was almost the complete opposite of Bertuccio. Wearing a wrinkled and untidy suit, he was the embodiment of the word casual. Walked in a laid back fashion and with a constant arrogant look on his face crowned by a long pompadour, Baptistin wasn’t an inch excited about the carnival. He gave impatient taps with a long and shiny wooden cane against his shoes as Bertuccio waved and the flung the cane behind his shoulders and rested his arms on the wood.
Bertuccio lost his youthful smile when he glared at his partner. It had been hate at first sight. They had abhorred each other since the first time the Count had introduced them and only the respect they had for that man made them act like normal human beings. “All right, let’s go” he simply said. As the two of them crossed through the carnival, Baptistin winked shamelessly to every young woman he went by no matter if they were alone or in a date with a boy. “Man, what’s with this guy that Pointy-ears is looking for?” Baptistin complained. He’d always try to call the Count by a new and creative nick name every time he talked about him just to get on Bertuccio’s nerves “Why would he need someone from here? It’s just a dumb carnival, ya know?”
As usual, Bertuccio tried his best not to answer Baptistin teases. “That doesn’t matter. The Count…” the black man remarked that last part and his deep respect for his master was noticeable on his voice “has his reasons. It’s our duty to do as he wishes”. Baptistin glared at him bitterly and shook his head in disgust “You never change, ya know?” he stated “A boot licker will always be a boot licker”.
“I have nothing but respect of the Count” Bertuccio seemed offended and after a small pause he added “At least I don’t get angry as a little child when I can’t win a duel against him”. After that, the discussion was assured. The Count’s servants made their best effort of avoiding settling the score with their fists and used only words as they walked around, trying to find their target.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 17, 2015 14:55:53 GMT
A red car stopped near the entrance to the carnival. Remilia Arling exited the car, readjusted her glasses and straightened out skirt. She took her purse before closing the car door.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cox." She said to the middle aged woman in the drivers seat.
"Thanks, mom. Don't forget to pick us up later." A blond girl wearing plain jeans and a red cardigan over a white shirt stretched.
"Don't worry, I won't. Have fun, you two." Mrs. Cox waved and hid all the curses aimed at her daughter's refusal to get a driver's license behind a smile. The good side of driving the girls here was that she and her husband would get to spend some quality time alone at home.
The girls waved her off before entering the carnival. "Where do you want to go first?" Remilia asked her friend.
"No idea, I'll let you pick the rides."
"No idea? Diana, I thought you had this all planned out before we came."
"Nope! I just wanted to hang out somewhere fun. Your social life is practically non-existent and I hoped a carnival would make you at least a bit less gloomy."
"I'm not gloomy."
"And yet you never smile.
"Because I choose not to. But fine, I'll pick. Let's go over there." She pointed at a nearby roller coaster.
"Sure, that sounds fun!" The duo went toward the tall construct, one filled with enthusiasm, the other seemingly completely apathetic.
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 23, 2015 10:54:47 GMT
Smiling at Cosmina, Haruko swings her hand slightly when Cosmina grabbed it. "Oh really? Great job!" Squinting her eyes at Cosmina, Haruko looks at the booth she was just at. "I'm sure you won that totally fairly. It's nice that you gave it to that kid." Rubbing the top of Cosmina's head slightly, Haruko notices a strange object walking down the road. It appeared to be a stuffed animal, stitched up with different colored patches and carrying supplies for a woman that was walking in front of it. Instantly, her seamstress intuition began to kick in. Was that animal similar to Marika's dolls? Who was this woman in front of it? Was she with anyone?
Moving her eyes to the woman, Haruko began to look over her outfit. White shirt with a frilly collar, puffy sleeves, classy scarf that shone in the light and clearly had quality materials put into it, slightly less frilly skirt, and black stockings. Clearly, this woman was either a fashion designer, or was another seamstress like herself. Considering the odd creature walking behind her, Haruko assumed the later. Looking over to Erin, Haruko begins speaking once more. "Hey Erin, mind watching the kids for a moment? I have to go talk to someone about something. Bye!" Without waiting for a response, Haruko makes her way toward Iris, her own outfit being clearly more casual than Iris's but a trained eye would see that subtle design improvements had been made; like how Haruko's pink and white t-shirt had frills along her sleeves, her shorts having a fake skirt design, with two layers overlapping the top to give an illusion of a skirt, but ending with two leg holes at the bottom. Waving her hand slightly to get Iris's attention, Haruko points to her animal. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your adorable little friend. What's he made out of? There seems to be many different materials here."
Looking over the animal, Haruko couldn't help but notice that it had a strange golden thread binding some of it's parts together. This only increased her suspicion that this animal was similar to Marika's dolls, as Cosmina and Marceline's thread was a similar color. Hopefully this woman wasn't evil like Marika.
Back with Erin and the kids, Erin looked at the two with a slight face of confusion. "So uh...what do you two wanna do? Haruko seems a bit busy at the moment..."
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 23, 2015 16:46:21 GMT
Cosmina reluctantly let go when Haruko decided to investigate the fancy lady. She clicked once and smiled. "Let's do that! I bet I can punch harder than you two!" She pointed at a machine set up with a little punching bag, made to measure punching force. "Especially you, Kate!" She poked her sister and ran over to the machine, only to find it was made for adults. She frowned deeply.
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"Carry these, please." Cherry handed Malcolm the large stuffed skull she had won and her corndog. "And throw the gross thing away. Bleh." Malcolm managed to balance them and his own hot dog with some difficulty. It was easier when he passed a trash can and lost the corndog. "That looks fun." She pointed to a roller coaster. "Can we not?" Malcolm shook his head. Cherry giggled and kissed him. "Come on, love. You're brave." She stared into his eyes and his knees went weak. "O-okay." He let her goad him towards the same rider Remilia and her friend were approaching.
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Post by Percival on Nov 24, 2015 3:31:55 GMT
Anthony sat with the brightest beam smeared across his face as he watched the one who dared confront him hobble from the darkened depths of the Fun House. With a satisfying click, he sheathed the blade which hid in his bamboo cane. He took a few steps to scan his surroundings. A mirror there. A mirror here. A mirror above, a mirror below. Everything was mirrors, and mirrors mirrored all without questioning what stood before them. That is why Anthony loved them so, for when he looked into a mirror, a mirror always had such a happy face upon it. And now, in this house of mirrors, there were nothing but smiles all around. Smiles for him, for all he had done.
The sheath the blade fit in was so snug, it had wiped the blade clean when sheathed, causing droplets of crimson to splash upon the clear, reflective surface of the mirrors below. Drops of the same kind laced his lab coat, and even smeared his face, though he remained unfazed. He simply hummed a cacophony of a song as he traveled deeper into the recesses of the Fun House. Each step clicked loudly, echoing through the structure. Each step sounded like a tick upon a clock, growing slower and slower as he got deeper and deeper.
Near the exit, the ginger haired boy hobbled into the blinding light of outside, his arm was limping, holding on by but tendons. Blood trailed behind him, and his breath was fain at most. Once seen, the entire crowd froze in place. The horrified look in the boy's eyes, the arm that held desperately onto his body, he appeared as though he had walked straight out of a slasher flick. This sent the crowd into a frenzy. A flock of seagulls squawking and fluttering from the first sign of danger. Some called police. Some called ambulances. Some called guards, and others called rides home. All of this, Anthony could see through the eyes of the boy. All of this he could see as he stepped over the lifeless husk of the ginger worker.
Outside, the boy fades from existence while nobody is looking.
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Post by Iris on Nov 26, 2015 23:39:03 GMT
With her hand on her hip, manicured nails slightly hidden beneath the faces of bandages wrapped around the digits, Iris looked about her surroundings. There was cheap food, the type she wouldn't dream of putting in her mouth with her refined palette. Carnival rides she had no interest in riding and those ripoff side-stall games...but, those did manage to pique her interest if only for a moment; the sight of their cheaply made, mass-produced prizes would offer her the chance to use some fabric she could feel less irritated about throwing away.
With her wobbling companion at her side, Iris's hand drifted into the zippered mouth of her Kaspa pouch and when she withdrew it back, there was a needle with seemingly nothing attached to it which was only betrayed by the faintest gleam when she tightened it very carefully with her other hand. Iris didn't like the idea of cheating in these disgusting games, but she'd already wasted much of her precious time this day and she didn't feel like inflating the ego of stall-keepers as she emptied money into their rigged festivities.
Iris had been nodding to herself in affirmation to her inner dialogue when she heard the feminine voice behind her. At the mention of the word "adorable", Iris couldn't help but produce a scoff. "Adorable by no means. Practically a failure is more like it." She gave the wobbly creation a light shove with her free hand after she'd placed the needle carefully through her left sleeve. The patched monster practically toppled, but it's only purpose in life was to carry and not fall...so it was immediate to position its strangely long legs in a way that kept its hoard from hitting the ground. It stood back up, wobbling again as it re-positioned its legs and went back to its idle swaying around Iris once again, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at the action...at least it was capable of performing its duty. Unfortunately for it, Iris still saw it as a failure and it was the reason why she was even out this day. "It's made out of several things." Counting them on her wounded fingers, she listed a few names off, but the creation was simply a massive coagulation of fabric that even she had lost count of. "Abaya, antique silk, batiste, baize...There's some chiffon as well." The whole process was done with her eyes closed as she pictured each fabric individually in her head; Iris could practically feel the threads across her fingers when she re-accounted what they looked like...Ironically, she'd failed to notice this woman's outfit in spite of her own boasting and lamentation.
Through her rambling of fabric names, some she looked disgusted with pronouncing while others she seemed more pleased, the sound of distressed rabble made her look quite irritated as it cut her off mid-speech. People were far too noisy at these types of meetups...and these were exceptionally loud with their cries of terror, some even running past them still screaming. "Ugh. What is it now? I've only got so much time in a day..."
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Post by Obscuris on Nov 26, 2015 23:42:17 GMT
What was weirder than two menacing looking men in suits walking around in a carnival meant for kids and families? The same two guys challenging each other skills in the carnival’s attractions in a fierce, competitive and almost violent atmosphere. The Count always stopped them when they were about to get into a fight and the sheer respect and loyalty for him made Bertuccio and Baptistin endure their mood when they were on a mission. But they would always find a way to get into some sort of competition so intense, it was an impressive feat the way both bear with the compulsive need of beating each other to the ground.
The competition was pretty equal so far, but it was gradually turning into an all-out war. Baptistin was better on the games that required more finesse and totally dominated Bertuccio in things such as shooting ranges, water gun games and skee ball. With the precision of a true gunslinger, the fencer destroyed his competitions with quick and showy bullseyes. His constant banter could be heard all around the carnival as both of them sprinted from game to game.
Bertuccio, on the other hand, excelled on pure physical feat and his strength left a few of the assistants with their jaws hanging. Some of the moles from the whack-a-mole had to be changed as he stormed through the game, the high striker’s bell rang so loudly that the pimpled teenager who was taking care of the attraction had to climb to see if it was broken. He went pass a small girl who was staring at the punching bag with a childish frown and punched the bag with enough force to shake the whole damn machine.
They found themselves in front of the last game they could find and Bertuccio cursed from himself when he noticed it was another shooting range. Panting and sweating, the Count’s servants took the B&B guns on top of the counter and took aim. They were so tired the couldn’t even mock the other one. Without much surprise, Baptistin shot a barrage of lead bullets that hit dead center on the hearts of the targets, a bunch of wooden figures that simulated cowboys, before Bertuccio could pull the trigger once. As if he was dropping a mic, the former thief threw the gun onto the counter and opened his arms “Bouche! Sit down! I’m the best, ya know?!”
The black man was sweating a river as he kneeled for better aim. After some deep breathes, he pulled the trigger once. *Bam* one down. “Beginners luck” laughed Baptistin. Bertuccio didn’t pay attention to his rival and pulled the trigger again. *Bam* another one goes down. *Bam* there down the third. Baptistin wasn’t looking as confident as before, Bertuccio only had two more left. With an impressive shot, the former street fighter took down the fourth one. Baptistin jaw dropped as his partner took aim for the last shot. Trembling with excitement, Bertuccio cleaned the sweat that was covering his forehead and put his gigantic hands on the trigger once more. Just as he was about to pull it, a terrifying scream broke through the carnival’s high music and Bertuccio stood up violently with the gun on his hands.
“What the hell was that?” he shouted. Unfortunately, his finger was still on the trigger and he pulled it without noticing it… pointed right at Baptistin foot. “MOTHER FU….” His curse was drowned when another yell pierced through the air. Bertuccio threw the ground to the floor as Baptistin jumped around, holding his foot in pain. “What are you doing fooling around, man?” Bertuccio blurted “Let’s go!” and then dashed towards the house of mirrors, with Baptistin limping and cursing behind him.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 27, 2015 19:17:41 GMT
Remilia and Diana's trip to the roller coaster was interrupted by screams and sounds of running.
"What's going on?" Diana asked, looking at the panicking visitors.
"I don't know, but I think we'll have to reschedule this trip. Let's go." Remily pushed D towards the exit. They joined the escaping crowd and D called her mother, explaining that something was going on. When she finished the call, she realized that Remilia wasn't there. "Remie? Remie?!" She yelled to no avail. She must have lost her in the crowd. She was sure they would find each other again at the gate.
When Remilia made sure Diana was distracted, she slipped away and started running in the other direction, following the river of people upstream, toward the house of mirrors. While running, she opened her purse and made sure her quantum computer was there.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 12, 2015 17:41:36 GMT
"Yeah right! I am SO stronger than you!" Kate protests as she ran after Cosmina to the strength machine. Unfortunately, both of them were turned away when they found out that the machine was one of those that had a 'you must be this tall' restriction on it. After bugging the attendant to let them play to no avail, Erin finally catches up to the other two. "Erin! You should try this for us instead!" Kate suggests, pointing to the machine. "Uh...no thanks. I'm not that strong." Just as Erin finishes her sentence, the people around them begin to panic and run away, seeing that the commotion was centered around an area nearby. "What's this...? I'm going to need to check that out, so you two hang out with Haruko, ok?" And with that, Erin began running off toward the source of the panic.
Meanwhile, Haruko listened intently to Iris explaining what the creature was made out of. While using this many fabrics wasn't nearly as sturdy as using one type normally, it did give the creation a unique appearance. Did this woman create it out of simple scraps of material she had laying around? Before she could inquire further, she heard the crowd screaming as well, and looks over to the source. Once she saw that Erin was headed over there, Haruko knew that something horrible was going on. Looking back at Iris, she nods her head slightly. "Fascinating. I'd love to stay and ask more about it, but there seems to be a problem over there. I'm Haruko Miyata, matron of the seamstress guild. Nice to meet you, miss...?" Haruko trailed off near the end, asking for Iris's own name so she knew at least how to address this woman.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 13, 2015 19:14:43 GMT
"Kate, make us grown ups so we can do it!" Cosmina insisted before turning to the distance. "What's that?" She asked a moment before the others could hear the panicked crowd. When Erin ran off to check it out, Cosmina turned to Kate. "Come on, let's help her!"
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Cherry and Malcolm found their way to the rollercoaster blocked by people leaving the park. Cherry tried to hover a little to see over them. What was going on? Malcolm wasn't any taller than Cherry and couldn't hover, so he was no more informed than her. "I think something is interrupting our date..." Cherry scowled and plopped back to the ground. The girl running the other way could have some answers. Cherry got pointed at her. "Malcolm, follow her! We're dealing with this and continuing our date." She pushed him into the crowd and closely followed, tailing behind Remilia.
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Post by Iris on Dec 18, 2015 16:58:14 GMT
"Seamstress?" All at once Iris halted the flaunting of her materials and she seemed to finally look over the smaller woman. Indeed, her clothes were rather expertly crafted, she could see the small shimmers of golden patterning even if it was faint; in the end, it wasn't her choice of clothing, but Iris could always appreciate fine craftsmanship. "My name is Iris." Stating her name rather quickly, she turned to face the woman more directly and bluntly spoke to her as if the drastic happenings around them weren't even commencing. "You're the matron of the Seamstress? Perfect, who would have guessed. I came here looking for materials and instead, I find you. Then, while we're here and I have your attention, I have a request. I'd like to join this 'Seamstress', I have certain desires that could possibly be best filled by joining." While she spoke, Iris began reaching into the rather ugly pouch at her side, her hand shuffling around the zippered mouth before producing a small spool of silver thread. Placing the spool carefully in her palm, she reached towards her hair that was pulled into a meticulous bun and pulled from the back, producing a single needle as she then quickly began to fasten the thread to the metal, walking off without entirely waiting for Haruko's answer. "We can discuss things later in a more timely fashion, for now this screaming is giving me a headache. Let's go see the source, shall we?" Taking wide, confident strides, Iris quickly tugged on the needle to tighten the thread, causing the sunlight to shimmer off of it rather threateningly.
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Post by Percival on Dec 27, 2015 22:40:57 GMT
To describe the laughter ringing from Anthony's lungs as maniacal would be to describe the Empire State Building as "tall". His face warped beyond its cheery smile into the face of the devil himself. His eyes bulged, his lips curled to his ears, he threw not just his head back, but his entire torso, almost falling over. "You should have seen the look on their faces!" He cried out. He sounded like he had jumped up and shouted "boo!" and not embedded the image of an emaciated adolescent into the minds of every witness just outside the Fun house's door. He slumped forward, letting one arm fall to the ground as the other wiped a tear from his eye, now closed once more. He turned to face the true carcass of the boy - a mere smear on the floor amidst a thousand mirrors. This was his audience as he spoke. "You should have been there to see it." His movements were exaggerated as he stood straight once more, fixing his cap and cravat with a couple swift movements. This is the most fun he's had in awhile, and it was hard for him to contain this excitement which welled up within him, ready to burst out at a moment's notice. The entire time, he had seen every horrific response through the eyes of the boy's mirage.
There was one man's expression in particular that amused him the most - a gaping maw, with eyes almost falling out of their sockets, with a heart wrenching scream that one could only hear from the falsetto of a castrato. Oh, how he hated classical music - but the idea of a castrato amused him. He giggled and cheered, tingling over every exaggerated wrinkle that man could twist his face to form. He could have sworn that for a split second, his head was turned a full one hundred and eighty degrees as he fled. After a bit, he calmed with a loud "whoo," taking off his cap and running his fingers through his hair. "Alright, let's wait and see what other playthings arrive, shall we?" he giggled, popping the cap back on his head.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 9, 2016 18:30:44 GMT
"Help her?! Erin told us to hang out with mom, and that's what I plan to do." Kate says to Cosmina as Erin ran off to see what was going on. The cackling laughter echoing through the area sent chills down her spine, making her not want to go anywhere near that area even if she agreed to follow Erin. Grabbing Cosmina by the arm, Kate begins pulling her towards Haruko. "Come on, you heard her!" Kate says as they approach Haruko and Iris.
Back at the scene with Haruko and Iris, Haruko was surprised to hear that Iris wanted to join her guild so quickly after meeting her. Did she know of Haruko's reputation in the industry already? It certainly seemed like Iris had her own creative style when it came to clothing and...plush animals, so having that sort of creativity in the guild would be a valuable asset. Before she could respond, Iris had already walked away a little bit, and wished to check out the source of the insane screaming going on nearby. Nodding her head, Haruko looked toward the source of the screaming as well. "Very well, we can discuss this after seeing what's going on over there." Haruko was about to ask if Iris had any sort of fighting experience, but the way she pulled on the silver thread threateningly answered that question without needing much explanation. Her train of thought is soon broken when she hears a familiar voice approaching her position.
Looking over to the side, Haruko sees Kate pulling Cosmina towards her, and finally stopping next to the seamstress. "Mom! Cosmina wanted to follow Erin to that creepy place! You're not going too, right?" Kate asked, looking slightly nervous. "Erin already left to check it out? I guess this is part of her job...you two stay here, ok? I'll be right back. Can you do that for me?" She asks the two of them. Kate simply nodded her head, looking over to see if Cosmina would protest or not.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 11, 2016 20:08:21 GMT
Remilia followed the stream of people as far as she could before the crowd was completely behind her. While she wasn't sure where the starting point for the panic was at first, but then the maniacal laughter started coming from the house of mirrors. That tipped her off that going inside unarmed might not be the best idea. She took out the buckler-like Quantum Computer out of her bag and strapped it to her forearm. Then she put on the glove with the program folder and connected it to the Computer. Finally, she put her purse near the entrance, took a deep breath and psyched herself up.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 11, 2016 23:26:21 GMT
Not far behind Remilia, Cherry and Malcolm heard the same laugh as her. "Well, we found out what it was. Let's call the cops or the HWIC and-" "Onward, my knight!" Cherry marched past her cowering boyfriend, walking right up to the fun house. Malcolm looked around, judging his options. Something was terribly wrong here.
It was dangerous in the fun house for sure, but possibly out here too. And if there was danger out here too, he'd be alone when it showed up. He ran over to her side, noticing the strange things on the hand of the girl they followed. He poked Cherry to draw her attention to the gear and mouthed "Hidden world?" to her. Cherry turned to Remilia and pointed at her gear. "Hey... what's that?"
Cosmina grumbled on the way back to Haruko, but frowned and nodded when Haruko insisted she stay there. "Fiiiiine. We'll stay out of trouble."
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Post by Iris on Jan 17, 2016 16:46:53 GMT
The thin thread was like razor wire around her fingertips, the delicate handiwork required to use them still not something she was entirely familiar with.
Iris was careful to wrap the thread loosely around the palm of one hand while the other dipped into the ugly patchwork pouch at her side. Within the strange, thick darkness of the bag Iris gave a simple motion of her finger in a gesture of 'come here'. In response to the movement, a single golden sigil gleamed for just a moment upon its activation and following it were several other gleams as they all activated off of one another; one for acceptance of command, one for movement, one for the activation of its strange, foreign, and magical innards. With an uneven scuttle for just a moment that started out slow, the pace immediately picked up and Iris slowly pulled her hand out from within the Kaspa pouch, producing a singular patchwork doll of her makings...though by accident.
Covered in an amalgamation of patterns that ranged from bright dots to dull stripes, the creature crawled with its eight arachnid-resembling limbs along Iris's arm and latched firmly with its cloth legs tying themselves in neat knots along her left bicep; for just a moment, Iris made the mental note to perfect the creature's tight grab later. She couldn't be losing a limb due to a faulty creation, how on earth would she sew then? The sewn spider's beaded eyes held no sense of sentience as Iris signed with her free hand yet again, another brief movement that consisted of two short,rolling motions of her index finger. The creature seemed to chug the request for just a moment then the zipper along its back slowly opened and from it produced a large spool of the same silver thread she had around her palm. Preparation was key and being seen around so many of her less-than-perfect creations reminded her that she should prepare much more often.
Having made her way to the entrance of the gaudy festival attraction, Iris's pastel pink lips turned in a look of disgust for just a moment; she'd never seen charm in these kinds of things. All of their mirrors did give her a good view of herself, but so many reflections would undoubtedly produce a flaw eventually that she'd have to deal with and she could just go to her home for such a treatment. "Whoever is in there seems to be having a swell time." Loosening the thread preemptively around her hand, the motion a little too quick around her flesh causing a smooth nick along the side of her palm, not so much of a wince following from the lack of surprise she'd felt. "I'll be quite honest. In terms of things such as battle, I am not very capable all on my own, but given time, I could provide a few...nuisances for battle." The statement was abrupt and rather forthcoming for a situation that hadn't been identified as a potential battleground, but Iris could tell through the way the maniacal laughter rang out that whoever was inside wasn't looking to simply be in the funhouse for...fun.
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