The Black Rose Festival (Open)

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan grinned, "I think you can answer your question by yourself, Malice." Of course he had dressed for the occasion too, to match Nia as she had so wanted for their sake.

He wore a purple warrior's kimono, much like the ancient Samurai, bowing upon seeing him, and grinning at his own beloved's silly antics.

"Niaaa..." He ushered her over, as Malice was probably caught off guard, shooting another round, target hit, and shop owner very distraught that someone could win such a hacked game.

"Pick a prize, any prize!"

[Bang Shishigami]

I take a deep and heavy breath as I take in the impressive scenery. My eyes wander back and forth, emitting a glow like a child on his birthday, as I take in the mass of people, the general atmosphere of enjoyment and serenity, and the raw excitement brought on by such a fair. I seldom find time to relax myself, being the ever vigilant defender of justice that I am, but I find it impossible to worry of felonies or other such acts as I wander the fairgrounds and take in the feeling of kinship that washes over me.

Spotting a small booth selling food, my stomach rumbles and I feel myself compelled to indulge in some of the fairs delights, but a ninja knows no such weakness to earthly temptations...so I decide to have only a few.

As I continue to walk about the fair, food in hand, I keep my eyes open for any welcoming company, knowing full well that one needs to be at an event like this with friends to really enjoy the full experience.

[The Gravelord Requiem]

"Ugh, what a pointless and absolute waste of time," I mumble as I'm forced to "enjoy" this asinine congregation under such idiotic ideals as kinship and peace. Pulling the small pocket-watch out from the inside of my suit, I glance at it, hoping for the first time in my life that time would move quicker. Trying to kill the time, I wander towards the sound of music, hoping that I might find some enjoyment from my love of the craft, but am quickly disappointed. "Uninspired drivel..." I mutter as I quickly leave towards another destination.

As I meander around the fairgrounds, I slowly begin to feel this sensation gnawing at me, and I already know what it is my body craves. Glancing around at the masses that wander underneath the gentle glow of the fair's lights, a malicious grin finds it way over my dismal visage. "Perhaps I can find my own way of enjoying this carnival. It's "sight," "sounds," and "entertainment." I mention to myself as I lavish each word with a malevolent undertone.

[Kaku Rokkakyu]

Caramel looked around, her eyes wide with wonder. "Hey hey heeyyy whats all THIS?" She asked curiously, looking around. There was such a commotion, and she wanted to know what was happening.

Her cousins, Kaku and Gouji walked with her, surveying the area as well. Gouji seemed almost as excited as Caramel if not more so, while Kaku simply adjusted his glasses, seemingly unamused. He hated being around large crowds, and since most of these beings were human, he felt even more out of place.

Caramel spotted Jasmine and Aya, and grinned. She snuck up behind Jasmine and grabbed her shoulders, hoping she'd freak out. "SURPRISE!" She said in a rather loud and obnoxious tone.

[King Celtik B. Donnerlupo]

Celtik was stumbling around after taking his medication, and he was looking for someone to talk to. He looked at Mark, and remembered him... from somewhere. He walked over and said, "Hey lil' buddy, what are you doing?"

[Mark Angelus Fri]

*Mark, not glancing back at the Sumata answered.* I... want one of those flowers... *He then looked back at him and was for a second caught with surprise.* And what are you doing, Sumata? *He left out the scum part just to be polite... for now.*

[glitters]

Of course, upon being snuck up on Jasmine lost her mind simply because instead of thinking logically that it could have been anyone she knew (being that this was a popular festival and all) her first thought was 'holycrapzombie'.

And as such, she reacted by screaming bloody murder and having it echo like...everywhere.

"IIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HHHHEEELLLLLPPPP!!!!!!!!"


She flailed and leaped nearly five feet away from Caramel the moment she could, taking a glance back and for a split moment feeling a little silly for having had such an outburst over something like this. The whole time though the girl turned ghostly white and the whole of her small-framed body shook like a wild wind was rattling through her.

[annabelle]

Annabelle's eyes widened at the strange cat-like creature that spooked Jasmine so. In reaction to Jasmine's panicked flailing and screaming Annabelle threw up her hands in amusement and howled with laughter.

"HOOOOO HOHOHOHO!" she cackled madly. She was having only too much fun with her granddaughter's suffering at the moment. Annabelle took a glance at Jasmine who looked like she was on the brink of death. She shook her head at the girl disappointedly.

"Granddaughter, that's a sign of weakness to the spirits that roam. You need to improve on that," she said harshly.

[glitters]

Jasmine hadn't calmed down one bit. She tried, she really did, and took rapid breaths as she tried to speak.

"I...I...t-t-t-th..."

The girl then fainted where she was in the middle of the road.

[annabelle]

Annabelle blinked, not even expecting her to faint. What, did all those months of training just go over the girl's head? Well, at least she wasn't fainting or freaking out at the sight of a normal spirit, anyway.

Hmm. It appeared zombies and ghouls were going to be their next challenge.

"That's a sign of weakness, too! Stupid Granddaughter!" Annabelle scolded as she reached into her bag, pulling a potion out to revive Jasmine.

[Maliciferum]

As Nia approached, Malice slipped away from Aya to stroll around the festival and to get a closer look at the roses everyone seemed to be pining for.

Malice passed a few games of skill, some rather "interesting" looking guests, the anthropomorphic cat-girl he had met in the forests of Alberisato "Odd creature indeed" he thought, and came upon the roses. Black as night and mysterious as an ancient tomb, Malice found the flowers beautiful.

"What would I do with one of these?" he wondered to himself. There was no one on the other side that he wished to talk to. All he could do would be to study the flower, but that would deny someone else the opportunity to visit with the dead. Malice sighed, becoming slightly bored.

[King Celtik B. Donnerlupo]

"It is a festival, I am going to live it up, before my medicine wears off." He said, as he looked at him, "So, how is your leader, Seigmand? I haven't talked to him in a while."

[Mark Angelus Fri]

*He laughed.* Leader, is that what he's saying? I'm pretty sure I showed him otherwise last time we fought.. *He stopped laughing to respond.*

Mark: I am not part of the Sumata. I really have no hate or likes to them too, I just hate your leader. I dream of killing him. *He stood up straight but not in a aggressive manner, in fact strangely he spoke with still some respect to the King.* My name is Mark Angelus Fri, your leader killed someone very important to me so I'm going to take his life in return. Hope this doesn't bother you.

[King Celtik B. Donnerlupo]

"Oh, Trucido?" He asked, "Oh he killed so many people, that really what is the different between them?"

[Mark Angelus Fri]

Mark: The difference is that I cared about that person and that's all that matters. *Mark snapped, loosing patients with this man.* I don't expect you to understand, I'm sure you haven't loved anyone.