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paixaorpg2007-08-11 09:27 pm
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Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent
Character(s): everyone in the food tent
Content: food, and lots of it.
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, food tent
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)
The food tent is the second biggest structure at the fair, next to the Ferris wheel. It's a large white tent set up near the far end of the grounds. Inside, the majority of the tent is filled with long tables (with white plastic tablecloths) and benches for seating.
The food, along one side of the tent, is set up buffet-style. They have a wide variety of hot and cold dishes, and it's all good stuff, having been catered by Café Ersesat. It's always well-stocked, too, somehow; if they run out of anything, it's replenished within a few minutes. There is also a small bar, where alcoholic drinks and cocktails are available upon request to anyone who looks old enough.
Content: food, and lots of it.
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, food tent
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)
The food tent is the second biggest structure at the fair, next to the Ferris wheel. It's a large white tent set up near the far end of the grounds. Inside, the majority of the tent is filled with long tables (with white plastic tablecloths) and benches for seating.
The food, along one side of the tent, is set up buffet-style. They have a wide variety of hot and cold dishes, and it's all good stuff, having been catered by Café Ersesat. It's always well-stocked, too, somehow; if they run out of anything, it's replenished within a few minutes. There is also a small bar, where alcoholic drinks and cocktails are available upon request to anyone who looks old enough.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
Her words cut off with a cry of pain as the knife plunged into her arm. "Loud" had been a correct assessment, and her screams rang through the tent as the blade dragged through her flesh. She had to get away - she had to!
But what little magic she had wouldn't come, wouldn't form into a coherent spell without concentration; with the aftereffects of electric shock playing through her body and a blade in her arm, concentration was something Flonne simply didn't have. Trying to pull away, struggling against Larxene, only made the wound that much worse.
But still she tried to get away, still screaming, tears of pain running down her face.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
She finished the cut down Flonne's arm, jagged and deep from the girl's struggles. Pulling the knife away, the savage nymph couldn't help but giggle as she hoisted the girl a little higher by her arm, bringing Flonne's back against her. The knife vanished as she brushed her fingers under Flonne's chin, before cruelly forcing her chin up with a jerk so she could get a look at Flonne's crying face. "Awww~ Did that hurt~?"
She couldn't wait for a response as Death was suddenly charging at her with his scythe. Still keeping a grasp on Flonne, she dodged Death's first attack, then hopped to the side to avoid the second swing.
Larxene heard Laharl cry out, alerting her that he was coming towards her. Oh, he'd finally managed to get on his feet? And he was trying to attack her no less!
"You want her that much, hmm~? Fine! Here you go~!" she crooned, as she suddenly released Flonne and gave her a hard shove towards the incoming demon.
Having created quite a bit of chaos, much to her pleasure, Larxene realized perhaps it was time she departed before any more arrived on the scene. She'd had her fun at any rate. "Well, as much fun as this has been, I'd really like to see the rest of the festival, so, do take care~," she said as she backed up and the dark blooms of a portal swirling up around her.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
Halfway through her fall Etna already knew that she had missed her chance, but she struck down with all the force she had anyways. Even after hitting ground, even after piercing through the solid surface of the fairgrounds, the demon still pushed down on her spear, edging it further into the dirt as if to ingrain the concept of cutting downwards into her mind.
"Dammit!" ,She screamed, fuming for a moment, stopping her imperishable breathing only to curse again.
needless to say she was pissed off, but not at the woman who had been torturing her friends or not at the agenda that had trapped her here, but at herself for failing to be present and qualified for the task she had sent out to do so ardently just days before.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
Having listened to the screams of those he knew, force himself to pry his sight away from their agony, the entire situation itself... It was a large leap from what he'd been used to seeing, even coming from a meerkat colony; a twenty four seven open buffet. The jungle scene had been so relaxing, peaceful. There was no such violence, cries echoing throughout the trees. At least, not that he wanted to remember.
The meerkat felt so awfully out of place, he was a terrified child. Being surrounded by such terrible things, thinking back to the night in the alley when it was him receiving such treatment from the organization member... Blocking out all the bad things was difficult. He never liked talking about such topics (or thinking of them), avoiding it when he could.
But before he could deny the entire meeting, run from cloud of uncharacteristic feelings and thoughts hanging over him, he wanted to at least see that everyone was okay, especially Flonne. He watched, brave enough without Larxene's presence now to stay long enough to see the girl received proper medical attention. Though he was positive Laharl, Death, and Etna would bring her immediately.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
It should have stopped him from forming attachments.
It didn't.
Being unable to hit Larxene and watching Flonne be hurt by her...helplessness was what it was. He'd not experienced it before. He'd never gone into a situation where he'd not held at least one of the cards. It was new to him, and it was not something he appreciated.
Unable to express it through anger he did not have, that helplessness found a new outlet: a cold, steely determination. He would see this Organization taken down. He would orchestrate it himself if possible.
But for now, there were more pressing matters at hand. He glanced towards Timon, making sure he was alright, before putting his scythe away and moving towards the tangle that was Laharl and Flonne, offering his hand to help them rise. WE SHOULD FIND MEDICAL ATTENTION, he stated the obvious, AND FAST. I BELIEVE THERE IS A TENT AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE FESTIVAL THAT WILL PROVIDE SUCH SHOULD WE ASK.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
It took a moment to register what had happened. He heard... Etna? And saw out of the corner of his eye the dark trails of Larxene's portal vanish. Damnit, she got away. Oh well, whatever, there were more important things. Like dealing with the weeping fallen angel, laying on top of him.
He could feel her tears on his neck as he held her, and he continued to lay there for several long moments simply doing so as he finally had a moment to let out a sigh of relief. She was safe now. Hurt, but safe. No thanks to him, however.... Well, first things first, he had to get them off the ground.
Normally he would have blushed, spluttered and more likely than not have simply spazzed at being in such a position, however her pain filled cries subdued any such inclinations. Slowly Laharl began to move his hand from her head and pushed back her hair. "Flonne?" he mumbled softly after a moment, but didn't wait for a reply, "I'm moving now.... okay?"
Glancing up at Death's offered hand, he shook his head, waving it off, as he could manage fine himself. Shifting his grasp around her, he carefully eased her partially to the ground as he rolled to his side then moved onto his knees, but still held her head and shoulders up against him. Reaching for his cloak, he quickly pulled it off and wrapped it around her. That done, he slid his other arm beneath her knees and scooped her up like she weighed nothing, rising to his feet quite easily from there.
"No way," Laharl replied Death's suggestion with vehemence, "I trust them as much as I trust Larxene. I just want to get the hell out of here." He felt pretty sure Etna or he could bandage up her arm just as easily as they could, and it would be easier to clean up in a bathroom anyways. No, there was no way they were sticking around. He just wanted to get her far away from here.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
She didn't hear Laharl's words and barely felt the cloak being wrapped around her, but she could move enough to wrap her good arm around Laharl's shoulders as he lifted her, and she clung tightly to him, sobbing loudly and completely unwilling to let go anytime soon.