Side Story The Devil's Carnival

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She gave the magician a serious face, writing down his name and the items he had stated."You do not vant me to give you a search,"Frederika gave him a slight smirk. "My searches tend to get a bit... physical. If you are fine vith having a sore body for the rest of the visit, I vouldn't mind searching thoroughly." The woman paused in writing as she dug inside her pocket, pulling out a white latex glove. Only the adults around them could probably guess what kind of "search" Frederika was talking about. She placed the glove right back into her pocket as if knowing that the magician wouldn't try to flirt around her again. The policewoman looked at the ground where a doll had wrote on it. "Uh, child, is this your vay of speaking to me?" She thought the doll was the small girl's; however, it would have been clear to Frederika that the sack child was doing something to the doll.

"Vell... I vould take the boy into custody and find a sutiable punishment, but... I do not believe Monsieur Loyal discussed the rules quite well for you all. So, I believe I shall let this one slide. I am not like the ringmaster here; however, I do expect all of you to comply with the rules after I explain. It is also vise not to talk back to any of the carnies who vork here. They have all vorked in the carnival for many years, so they believe they should be treated vith a lot of respect. Failure to do so vill result in them vanting to hurt you. Monsieur Loyal is the vorst to talk back. However, the others are not quite as brutal as him. He's the most short tempered out of us." The woman knew that this would have made the ringmaster furious, but it was only fair for the group to know what they could do or not. "I believe that he should have not said what he did to the little girl. Though, he has seen many children be abandoned in the carnival... to vhich the ringmaster, himself, goes and takes care of the kids. Ve have a whole tent dedicated to providing housing of these children which comes with unlimited access to rides and food." With that said, she didn't intend taking away a child's lollipop. She knew it was outside food, but nothing could bring her to take something like that away. Now, if it was a full meal, that would be something too extreme for her to let it pass. It was against the carnival's rules to have food because guests would not be attracted to buying the food that the carnival provided. "Sam,"Frederika would have knelt just like she did with the little girl, "I vill not take away your lollipop, but promise me this..." Rules are rules and they were meant to protect the guests inside the carnival, so it was best for the policewoman to state what she had in mind. "Once you are done vith it, throw it away. I do not vant to see it on the floor or on any of the attractions. Alright?"

"Mister Rumble," She had turned to face what looked like a virtual character from a video game. "I do not believe there are any other 'fight fighters'. But I velcome you to the Devil's Carnival." Another male was bowing to Frederika which made her feel somewhat important; however, his continuation of talking about the various items he had brought with him irritated the woman. She could not believe someone brought all these items with them, and most of them could be a danger to other guests beyond the entrance.

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"Mister Takeru," She was enraged, taking the bag and placing it in front of him. "I vould like you to leave almost everything that you have brought forth. This is absolutely too much to take inside vith you! For shame, do you not know vhat you need for a simple carnival visit?" She expected him to leave his "captain ghost" and motorcycle behind since there was no need of bringing those along with him. Seeing that almost everyone had an item or weapon, she thought it would be best for them to take a few as long as they were responsible with it. "Alright, I vill let you all take three items or veapons! If I find out that any of these are abandoned within the carnival, I vill find your name and the item that you took! Then ve vill have a bigger problem! Are you all content?"

As much as the red man who was flaunting his buttock was slightly amusing, Frederika took out her whip and gave him a slight whipping to show the man some decency. "There are kids around, Mister... Pool Dead! I vill not allow you to do such indecent acts!"She understood that these people were not frequent guests as she also took notice on Monsieur Loyal's failure of explaining the rules. It made her feel a bit awful for the group that was in front of her. They didn't really know what they were doing. "Alright, alright. I shall tell you all the rules of this carnival. Sometimes these rules can be bent as you have seen me take advantage, letting you all take certain items inside." She would have turned to the ticket booth, receiving a rolled up paper that contained all the rules of the carnival. She turned it around to show them that 666 rules did exist. "I vill not tell you all of them; however, I vill tell you the important ones."

Before telling the group about the rules, Frederika flipped back in her notepad to write down the little girl's description of her parents. The carnival wasn't that big; however, there are many attractions that made it look as if the entire place was ginormous. It wouldn't take long for her to search around for the parental couple, though she would have to tell the other carnies to be on the look out as well. "Aika, I vill try my best to find your parents. In the mean time, you vill just have to enjoy the carnival. Please stay vith someone you trust or if you vould like, you may stick around vith me or someone other than Monsieur Loyal. I believe you may not like him very vell after what he said."

Frederika noticed Hisoka, seeing him lick his own cards. She would raise an eyebrow towards how he looked at the others, becoming a bit worried about the children. "Mister Hisoka, you may keep your cards... But please do not do that kind of gesture vith the children around."

"I also still need the others to bring forth their veapons. If you vould like to keep any of your items or veapons, please just let me know. If you do not tell me what you possess now, you vill be in big trouble!"
 
So many things in life can kill you. You could be walking down the stairs, slip on a puddle and then end up with a broken neck. Or you could meet an asshole on the worst day of his life and for now reason whatsoever "bang", right in your face. Dying didn't upset Mike. What did upset him was that after all he got away with, this was the thing that took him down, the rage of a mad man under despair. Nevertheless, he was ready to accept his fate. He knew he had made mistakes in his life and he never denied responsability over them.

The flashy lights and carnival look of the place didn't really made him comfortable, but hey, that's not the purpose of Hell, right? There was a bunch of random things happening around the place, people chatting, asking questions. Mike didn't care for any of it. Looking around, the only thing that truly surprised was thepimento sandwich on his right hand. "Why?", he asked himself. A last wish, maybe? Funny, he didn't remembered asking for a pimento sandwich, but hey, whatever would make his eternal time easier, he would take it.

Seeing the people gathering around the weird man who introduced them to the place, Mike simply decided to follow. What was this bullshit? Why was this whole process of trying to deceive people even happening? Mike approached Mr. Loyal and just sighed. "Look, cut this shit, just show me door to hell and I'll gladly walk inside".
 
At the mention of weapons, Bazett simply nodded and raised her fists without preamble, gloves shining bright with emerald runes. "These are the only weapons I require. I trust they will not be an issue? And only personal effects for the other two items."
 
Luso seemed to be focused on Frederika in respectful silence, making sense of her explanation. It seemed he would have to cool down for awhile if he wanted to keep out of trouble. "Thank you, ma'am, and sorry for causing you trouble," He nodded with a smile as she let him off with a warning, and put away his journal, "I think if I just stay away from the ringmaster, I should be okay... Though it's kind of weird, he seems so mean but he takes in the kids? Anyways, yeah, the rules would be a good thing to know..."

At the whipping of the masked jokester in red, the boy couldn't help but snicker a little behind his hand, "You might be adding fuel to the fire for that guy, Miss Frederika..." However, the laughter died as she then spoke to Aika, and he raised his hand, "Aika can stay with me if she wants and that's alright. I wouldn't want her to get hurt or picked by up..." He glanced over toward Hisoka and shivered, "that guy."
 
"Aw..."

Sam was bitterly disappointed that apart from the slap, Luso wasn't going to be punished! Luso seemed like an alright fellow-At least as far as grown-ups went. But rules were still rules, no matter if you knew about them or not! You broke one, you received what you were due! He didn't go around explaining the rules of Halloween to everybody after all. You were just supposed to inform yourself and too bad if you didn't. Then you were either mauled by werewolves, devoured by zombies, or stabbed to death by the Spirit of Halloween himself. In all of his adorable sack baby glory.

But then seeing Luso punished didn't seem to sit well with Aika. Who Sam really wanted to be friends with! So maybe it was for the better that he wasn't harmed further. But the way this woman whipped that silly man in red and black? She could have done that to Luso! Until he stopped breathing!

"Hehe.."

The thought made the giggles come out in a hurry.

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"Mmm! Hehehehe!"

Maybe this grown up wasn't as bad as all the others! She didn't take his lolipop away for one! Which meant he wouldn't have to slice her throat open! Everybody won! But throwing away candy??? Perish the thought! The empty wrappers were another thing. Sam may have been a mischevious little spirit but he obeyed cleanliness above all else. It's why his costume always looked neat and clean even when he got done murdering a rule-breaker. So he'd toss those away but his lolipop and him had been through rough times! Like when the lady tried to put out her jack o lanterns before midnight and Sam sliced her throat open and mutilated her.

Or the old man who refused to celebrate Halloween and so Sam murdered his dog and nearly murdered him. That was until the old man accidently offered Sam a chocolate bar. Which the sack baby eagerly gobbled down and left without so much as a giggle or even a hiss. The old man had learned his lesson and would do Halloween right. At least until the zombies of the children he murdered years ago showed up at his door and killed him!

Ah, what lovely times!

Oh, that was right! Scooping up Dolly under an arm, Sam waddled back to Aika's side and handed the doll back to her. Sam still wasn't quite sure what he had felt when trying to control Dolly the last time. But it must have just been a figment of his overactive imagination! He'd been around for a thousand years, punished so many rule breakers, had a dominion of creatures at his beckoning call, yet a doll gaining life? That was just silly!

"Heh.."

Holding his free hand out towards Aika, the pagan spirit offered to accept Aika's hand and lead her into the carnival if she so desired.

Everybody needed a friend after all.

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"Is that a promise?"

What Gambler ever was afraid by risk? : |

That said, Tobias observed Frederika quietly as he noted which was her dominant hand as well as a few other details. Just the little things really, that might come in handy as he touched the brim of his hat and smirked as he backed away. Now then...His gaze flicked over each and everyone of the guests now that things were settled.

.....More or less settled.

Still, it was enough of a distraction for Twisted Fate to start analyzing each of the potential marks. Like the cute lady in the suit- Super serious, punched like the Piltover punk and apparently was magic? That was very interesting. Also, for some reason she looked somewhat familiar but he'd never met her before. He would have remembered, to be sure. He made a mental note on her hair trigger nature and moved on. The sack-kid creeped him out, the clown with the deck....Hmm, he didn't really know but he was getting some Shaco-lite story vibes from this one.

Speaking of which, the one who gave the rose was from Ionia or was inspired from it or Fate would eat his hat. Something about the clothing and the accent. Fate's frown became a little deeper and he moved on. One after another, looking over each of them as he sighed inwardly.

Well.

This was going to be a trick and a half to pull off.​
 
Cat wasn't sure why they had to go through such extensive security measures, but, a name wouldn't hurt, would it? She had come unarmed, so, she had nothing she would have to part with really...

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"My name is Cat." She said, she looked down at herself for a moment, as if to make sure she was still... Herself. She looked up again after a moment "I have no powers... Or weapons with me." she continued, but, then she paused, putting a hand on the scarf around her neck, she seemed to be thinking for a moment. "The only item I want to bring with me, is my scarf." She said... It was clear she had no other items with her, at least nothing of importance, other than that... As far as she remembered anyways; her memory was a little clouded, so, she might not be remembering what else she had with her.​
 
"Oh, we can keep our weapons? Then may I have my knuckleduster back? In case something goes wrong?" Daisuke asked Frederika. He wanted to make sure he can still defend himself and others if it ever came to it.​
 
Iggy snarled at Cat and continued to chew his gum. That name didn't sit right with him for some odd reason, but it isn't like he'd do anything to her besides fart in her general direction or something. The dog continued to chew on his coffee-flavored gum in one side of his mouth, using the other side to grip the pack and shove it back under his matted fur for safe keeping. Iggy doesn't have any place to store his possessions, so he has to resort to not bathing and using his greasy, thick fur to entangle items within.

That, or have his stand carry them. Unfortunately, there isn't much sand nearby for The Fool to be effective. Hopefully, if Iggy ever has to get up his ass and fight, he will be able to find some kind of sand or gravel to use as weaponry. Hopefully, his tricks wont cause somebody to go on a kicking spree, just like another asshole Iggy knew.

He really, really hopes Polnareff got the message.

In the meantime, Iggy looked around at the other shmucks entering his carnival...

Ah, right.

Sam.

Iggy sniffed the air around Sam for a brief moment, just to confirm his suspicions. Much to the boys dismay, Iggy clearly knew what was up with Sam; at the very least, Iggy knew that Sam was most definitely supernatural. As observed by his pumpkin-like body, could he...possibly be a stand? Could he be similar to The Fool, but instead of being made of sand, he is made of...pumpkins and candy?

Iggy didn't care too much, but he did make sure not to try and confront Sam about it, or else he'll become Mr. Joestars new bloody wallpaper.

Then there was Sam's companion, Aika. Of course, Iggy responded to Aika brashly before, not wanting to be pet. But, after watching how this kid rolls and how she acts...she really doesn't know anything. Pure, absolute innocence, doesn't know any better besides being nice and polite.

She reminds Iggy of that one dog-loving brat who almost got himself killed by the birdbrain. Didn't know what he was getting himself into, just wanted to find his two dogs (though, to be fair, those two dogs tried to attack Iggy just before getting themselves killed). Iggy seemed to stare at Aika for a brief moment, trying to think. To Aika, she would observe that Iggy wasn't wearing his "fuck off" look, but more of a neutral, bored stare.

Does Iggy really wan't to go out of his way to help this brat if she ever gets into trouble?

Eh....

EEEH....

Ah, fuck it! Iggy isn't so cruel to let an innocent child die in some spooky-ass carnival! After all..

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...Well, a girl who likes dogs, anyway.​
 
I was dumbfounded. Only now were we allowed to bring our possessions into the park? No no no, this didn't feel right. This felt like a mother giving in and handing her whining baby his candy just to shut him up. It made sense...after all, I was surrounded by children and the childlike, whereas she was their current authority figure. Curse my pride, but it isn't like a gentleman to accept such a gesture of pity, now is it? Besides, I had been dying to do some minimalist work. Perhaps some time away from Whisper could give me some new inspiration. "Oh, Madame Frederika, you really don't have to. Keep my gun, and my rose. My cane is all I'll be needing tonight,"
 
Rumble seemed slightly shocked, and somewhat disappointed at the mention of there being no other Fight Fighters im the carnival. However, there was a carnival, which intrigued him. “I must have been summoned to bring justice to this place! I will seek the one in need of justification, and take them to it! Hu-hah!” Merely exclamating to whoever it might have been he sought, he punched the nearest object: the gate.

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Rumble wore nothing but cut shorts, a headband, and wrist tape. He had no weapons, and wanted to make that clear. “My only weapons are my punches!"Despite also being capable of utilizing a variety of other attacks beside punching, it was his most common, and in his eyes powerful one. Plus, he couldn’t exactly leave the ability to conjure fireballs at the gate. Which by the way now bore the effect of his punch.​
 
“Alright, we are ETA thirty seconds from final test! Everything is green!”

BOB heard the announcement bounced off of the gray steel walls. The black as night robot was busy checking if all of his own systems were green as well. He looked up away from the sleek and slender energy carbine to the window right in front. The black glass reflected all light back prevent him from peering into the command center, but he knew the staff was hard at work to make sure that Jas INC’s latest robot model would survive the dimension jump.

Otherwise CEO Jason would tear them a new asshole.

“We are a go in twenty seconds!”

BOB heard the whirring of the twin rods as they spun around him and glowed golden. His sensors registered the air changing from being oppressive to a merry atmosphere. The robot lifted his carbine and spread his legs apart to take a firing position on the symbol of the UNG which was Eagle holding a flag.

“Ten seconds! You ready to go?”

“System diagnostics checked, operational status is green. This unit is now ready to meet aliens!”

“Chances of that happening are low BOB.”

“It is exactly four point two percent given statistical data. Still, this unit hopes to meat aliens and spread love and guns!”

“Err, no guns. Just go in, gather samples, and get out. Simple!”

“In fiction, nothing ever goes right! Thankfully, this unit is not a fictional one… oh, wait. Deactivating that chip.”

“Yep, make sure you don’t go around breaking fourth walls now BOB! We are now ready!”

“That took longer than ten seconds!” BOB yelled as his optics tried adjusting to the blinding yellow light. However, it only lasted for a moment when he found himself inside a colorful tent and the laughter of children could be heard beyond. BOB also picked up the triumphant dings and the smell of cotton candy along with various other carnival related sights, sounds, and smells. The likely hood of being transported into a circus was nearly a hundred percent. That was, until, a man dressed in typical Ringmaster clothing talked to them.

The robot was quick to notice that ‘Loyal’, as he fancied himself, was nothing more than a head. BOB’s computer processor tried finding a logical reason and came up with invisibility. Why the ringmaster not to cloak his head was not needed as he explained that he and others were in the ‘Devil’s Carnival’ and they had 666 rules.

How appropriate!

After a bit, BOB was surprised when a ticket booth appeared out of nowhere and a hand gave him a carnival ticket. Once again his computer processor tried to find a logical reasoning and came up with the Parallel Universe theory.

Yay! BOB was in a alternate reality! That meant new laws of physics could be discovered as well as many other things! Already his A.I. was coming up with a detailed list of objective ranging from figuring out how Newton’s three laws worked to gathering gifts for everyone back home.

But the robot also noticed that this was not a place that a sane human would want to stay in for long. Loyal, however, said they were stuck with him for now. BOB would be able to leave if he survived. That meant Loyal likely wanted to kill them or something was very wrong with this place.

But for now, BOB looked at the others. There were around twenty five or six people in total, some already speaking to one another.
He saw humans, a dog, a sack skeleton creature, and various others. Among them, BOB picked out a male in a 21st century officer uniform. As a robot created to uphold the law and UNG interests, he had worked alongside with many police officers and finding one checked off one of his objective.

Find a ally.

And thus, BOB walked over single mindedly over to the officer. Anyone caught in his path was simply told to move or be pushed aside. Hopefully no one would attempt to get in the way of a underdeveloped murder bot.

When he stood in front of the man, BOB placed his rifle on his back and a metallic clang followed as magnets hooked the rifle onto his upper right back. The robot then extended his five digit hand and merrily said, “Hello! Are you an officer of the UNG?”

The cool wind of Canada smacked his cheeks like icicles. Michelangelo was accustomed to the feeling of numbness as he exited the SRU Headquarters. He was still in his uniform, off-duty now. Spike was tired with the entirety of the day, but another victim saved due to the actions of the SRU. The day ending, he decided to drive home to Woodridge without much thought, his body feeling lightweight. Tired. His eyes opened, closed, struggled through the walk home before falling down. Succumbed to sleep and all alone then.

Until he had woke up again. Where the Hell was he?... He had no idea, but he stood up, dusting the dirt off his uniform as he stared at the darkness around him.

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Dumbfounded. He stared straight ahead toward where the lights of fanfare and carnival games stood ahead as he took out the pistol, using the flashlight as he pointed it at the ground to watch his step. Only yet again was he more dumbfounded at the sight, showing the weapon away as he shook his head.

"Now definitely... Where the fuck am I?" He walked over, stood in the same place as he listened to everything go on from that "Loyal" person, the ringmaster apparently. But as he received his ticket, he felt the strange urge that he'd need to participate if he were to ever get back home. And soon he slowly began walking until...

BOB came along and tried to get make small talk. Spike had worked with robots before, but nothing of a full scale android. Trying to find words to say, this time Spike was much more jubilant as he stared down at the machine.

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"N-No... I'm Officer Scarlatti with the Police Strategic Response Unit... Metropolitan Police, y'know... Holy hell, what are you... Who made you?" He asked now more curious over BOB.

"This unit has been designated as BOB!" The robot answered cheerfully as per protocol."BOB was built by Jas INC to assist UNG Peacekeeper forces and was sent to another planet to gather sample for study. However, it would seem teleportation did not go according to plan therefore this unit now finds itself in a carnival. May I ask, do you know any of these people?"

"This unit request a team and because it would appear that there are no other officers at the moment, BOB would like to work with you." BOB said before Spike could go. He hadn't acknowledged Frederika yet, but his processor created a 'concern' state for the children. It would appear though that the woman had taken note of their missing parents and would be on the lookout for them.

BOB then had nothing to be concerned about unless the kids were in danger. There were a few shady people such as the sack creature and clown(?), but Laws allowed people to dress as they wish as long as it didn't reveal certain parts.​
 
The zombie lets out a gentle sigh and nods, stepping forward slightly "I have this chainsaw here, he's called Mystletainn, truth is, since he decided to change my clothes without asking, I'm kinda...stuck in this dress, till I can find something else to wear..." he rubs his neck, chuckling nervously "So I'm going to need to keep ahold of him" he pauses as the engine revs up once more "I'm aware you were trying to help, but fighting that guy wasn't a good idea"

He smiles awkwardly as he looks up from the ground, to Frederika

"I mean, he's technically alive too, so...I don't know if that would change things" he murmurs, a small bead of sweat forming on his head. He'd only been here a short while, and already he was at risk of ending up stark naked in front of everyone "O-Oh, and before I forget, my name is Ayumu, Ayumu Aikawa"​
 
Spike shrugged once again at who to make a team with. He still was not so acquainted with the entire situation, and so he shrugged again. "I don't know... Sure, not so much of a trouble toward me." Finally as Spike was done with BOB, he went up toward Frederika to announce himself and his weapons and nodded his head, a sincere smile on his face as he approached her, extending his hand.

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"Hi. Officer Scarlatti, Police Strategic Response Unit... Look, not wanting to take your time, do I absolutely have to give you my weapon? Cause you know, I'm an officer of the law. I have to have it to keep the public safe. If you may allow me?" Spike asked nicely, maybe a bit too nice.​
 
"This unit will now act alone... forever alone," BOB said sadly. He felt 'lonely', but the robot still had a job to do and it will carry it out. So BOB strode up to Frederika. His optics scanned the assorted oddities that had gathered and categorized them into interest levels. He planned on stalking them, interviewing, and collecting information about them when time permits. BOB also still had his rifle and due to laws, he could not part with it.

"Hello Officer Unit! This robot is BOB!" He greeted Frederika
 

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"Heh.."

Iggy was a different type of dog, that's for damn sure. Sam could tell that the dog knew about Sam's true nature. Or at the very least it knew Sam was more than a creepy child in a burlap sack and footy pajamas. But he also knew to keep his distance from the guardian of Halloween's rules lest he meet a similar fate to that of old man Krieg's dog. But he was closer than he would have probably been comfortable knowing with his guess. Sam wasn't a stand but to someone with Iggy's understanding, he may as well have been. In truth Sam or Samhain(pronounced Sow-wen)was created from the celebration of Samhain/Halloween back in the Celtic days of Ireland's history. His true form was one that very few people have seen and even lived to tell about it.

He wasn't the biggest fan of his usual attire anyhow. It fit the Halloween spirit, sure. But he couldn't walk around humanity adorned in nothing but Grim Reaper robes and his face exposed. Which is why he adopted the scarecrow costume that had served him well through each and every Halloween. That was to say however, he couldn't help but give Iggy a little bit of a scare. Giggling under his breath, Iggy's train of thought would have been briefly derailed as he caught a brief glance of Sam's true form. Or as close to it as one could reasonably get.

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But his attempt to get some laughs at the dog's expense aside, Sam didn't mind Iggy's company one bit. It was a welcome reprieve to not being assaulted and having to outright mutilate any given cat or dog that Sam came across. Aika even seemed to like him despite how stand offish Iggy had been earlier. Not to mention that Sam still had intentions of taking Iggy home with him back to the pumpkin patch!~​
 
"Sorry about that, Miss Frederika," Takeru said, "they were kind of... with me at all times..."

Takeru starts off by parking his motorcycle. "Well, sorry my friends, but I can only bring a few of you..."

You would think that he would bring along the red one, but he didn't. What a twist!

Turning the Ghost Gadgets into their regular household form - a retro phone, an alarm clock and a lantern. He stores all three in the bag.

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"I'm kind of bound to this thing..." Takeru speaks as he causes the Ore Eyecon to vanish.

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"My other two choices will be difficult... I'm taking Edison with me," Takeru continues.

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"... and Billy."

Takeru looks at the line before him that accumulated due to his... excessive equipment. He bows respectfully and apologetically for holding up the line. Well, at least he wasn't the Mayor from Animal Crossing ready to board the next plane to Smash Bros. imagine if that guy came next in line.

With that he placed:
9 Eyecons
3 Ghost Gadgets
The GanGan Saber
The Sunglasslasher


In the bag.

And for items Takeru assumes is too big for the bag:
Captain Ghost
His motorcycle


Afterwhich, he dematerialized his belt as the yellow and brown objects hid in his overcoat.​
 
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"Oh, thanks Sam! Any time you want to do any cool tricks with Dolly, I won't mind. Just be sure to ask, alrighty?"

Aika smiled as she got her Dolly back, and slipping her ticket into her Dolly's pockets. Overjoyed that she met some nice friends here after all, she didn't seem that bothered to hold Sam's head, and even better, Aika noticed that the doggy from earlier, Iggy, was following them. If only her own doggy, Biskit, was here, then it would be a true enjoyable time, even more so with her parents around.​
 
As the woman prompted for everyone to give her their weapons, Kyousuke just held his hands out and to the side, shrugging and sighing with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person to carry a weapon around, especially at a carnival. I'm just here to have a little fun."

The man didn't even have anything to show. Seemed he came with just himself.​
 
It was nice to see Aika was just as eager to share her things as Sam was to share his time with her! It would make the experience at this carnival all the more exciting! As Sam exchanged the doll with Aika however, Sam couldn't help but fail to shake off the thoughts lingering in the back of his head. Normally his telekinesis was used for more mundane utilities rather than anything practical like helping him communicate when his child-like dialect wouldn't suffice. Such as opening a door when Sam was too short in his child form to open it himself. But he had never felt another will pushing against him when he attempted to use his telekinesis on a seemingly inanimate object.

It was a disturbing feeling to say the least. The spirit was so used to playing with things like a child that the thought of something opposing him was one that didn't rear it's head too much.

But Aika cared for the doll and so Sam would tolerate it's presence for as long as it was convenient for him. But sparing a glance at the doll while holding hands with Aika, Sam's head sharply lowered and a low hiss could have been heard coming from behind his mask.

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But Aika would likely question why Sam chose to hiss if she heard it. So quickly following up the hiss with a usual giggle, Sam kept his gaze focused on Dolly. If there was indeed something more to this doll than met the eye, Sam wouldn't let it get the better of him. Aika was his friend. Not this doll's!

"Heh...Heh."

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Oh, well now wasn't that an interesting sight? After seeing the wonderland of goodies that Takeru seemed to have, the fact this tall man with oddly colored hair didn't seem to have anything surprised Sam. Yes, some of the others attending this carnival weren't necessarily loaded with extravagant accessories like Takeru but nothing at all worth showing? Even though it wasn't all of his candy, Sam had his lolipop! It was almost enough to make him feel a sharp pang of pity for the man. Before deciding to giggle anyhow. Maybe this man could come along with Aika, him, and Iggy as they explored the carnival!

He might not have had any material items worth noting. But if he stuck around with the sack baby known as Sam and co?

He'd have memories of their interactions for years to come! Which is why gently pulling Aika along, Sam glanced up at Kyousuke and tugged at his pantleg to get the man's attention. Since the last time he had just giggled to grab someone's attention, it ended up with him being punched and a crater left in the ground. Also, pumpkin seeds got everywhere and those were just a mess to clean up.

"Hi! Hehehehehe!"
 
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