Welcome to Gaia! ::

What ever this booth was, Charlie had no idea. The demon was more interested in the fact that LIFEN was here. His friend. The demon practically glided on over to her booth.

"LIFENNNNNNN~" He chimed.

Then he noticed the box. With out thinking he went ahead and stuck his long sleeved hand in to the box and blindly pulled something out. He tilted his head at it and held it out to Lifen.

"Lifen... What is this thing. What are you doing with strange boxes?" There was a > / face made.

Azmodel was back to the kissing booth, facing Soren.

She hesitates for a second before putting her silver seed in his jar, wondering what will happen this time. He just stood, put an "intermission" sign and left.
She was so stunned that she hadn't moved at all when he came back what seems like hours later.
Once he is back, though, he gave her a light kiss and a very large rack. it would seem he caught her staring at Lifen. It doesn't matter that they are both ghouls...

Lihua made her way back to the fortune and kissing booth. She was still mad from yesterday and didn't want to get her hopes up.

"Nothing is wrong with me? thank you for this reading it made me a little more happy."

She didn't care about the second reading she knew she was a weak person and didn't see any point in mopping around about it. But to be told that nothing was wrong with her and that she was perfect.

Not only that but she won a token.

"Since you were in such a good mood. I think I will give this another go around."

Lihua couldn't get past the last kiss and pucked up her lips.

When the horseman puted up a sign intited Intermission she felt heated.

"Intermission? You can take whatever intermission or break you want after i get my kiss."

She huffed and puffed as she watched the horseman leave.

She was not waiting around for him. Her mom alway said to never wait for a man it should be the other way around.

Alice was just walking around, admiring all the creative, and not-so decorated booths. Without noticing, she stumbled slightly on a root, but caught herself before falling in front of a booth. She dusted herself off from any dirt that might have gotten on her dress, and stood up to notice the people inside the booth. Aren't those Horsemen? she thought as she looked around to find any sort of sign as to what booth it might be. She looked, but she didn't seem to find the answer she was looking for.

After a moment, Alice thought that she might as well wait in one of the lines, and found out what it might be once she reached the front. She pulled her hair behind her ears as she went to the back of the line, waiting to know what she was getting herself into.

It didn't take long for her to overhear some ghouls talking behind her. She decided to try and join in on the conversation they were having. She didn't talk very much, but enough to make it seem as if she were very sociable. Almost at the front of the line, they had begun to talk about the guy that they might be kissed by.

"Maybe it's a boil who smells." said one of them. "Maybe it's a horse! Haha!" said the other ghoul. She smiled slightly. "If we were kissing a horse, it indeed wouldn't be very nice.," she said with a small laugh.

She soon turned around to see herself at the front of the line, standing in front of one of the Horsemen. Oh my, she thought, he's actually really handsome. I do hope he didn't hear me.

She closed her eyes slightly, thinking she was going to be kissed, but it didn't come. She opened her eyes slowly to see a mini pet out in front of her. She shyly smiled as she saw the cute little. "It's so cute. Thank you very much, sir," Alice said as she took the mini pet in her hands and walked away. "Best day ever", she said, thinking of a name for her new pet.

Alice Marie LaToure

Miyuki had been walking through the festival for a few minutes, her silvery gaze traveling over the different booths curiously. The atmosphere here was far different from her home and she couldn't say she disliked it. Gracefully she wove through the crowds, not yet sure what she wanted to do first. A few of the booths didn't seem her style and she eyed a few others with wary reservation. Her parasol still resting over her shoulder, Miyuki finally noticed a stand with three people working it. Interested, she walked over, stopping to read the sign on the booth. One slim eyebrow rose, her look hard to read.

A kissing booth? Her mother would certainly find this inappropriate. Miyuki felt a smirk turn up her carefully glossed lips. Perhaps this would prove at least somewhat amusing. Although, she also would admit to herself the idea of kissing a man...well it certainly made her wonder. Waiting in yet another line, she restrained herself from showing impatience. These lines were a bit tedious but obviously it meant this Horseman was popular. Well, she would just have to see what all the fuss was about. Once it was her turn, she folded her parasol and held it at her side as she walked up. One slender hand dropped the required money in the jar as she kept her expression calm, unwilling to betray her internal nervousness.

After the kiss, the Horseman's comment left her blinking in surprise. Well, this had been her first kiss and it had been pleasant enough. However, she was rather certain that wasn't a common thing to say after kissing someone. "Curse?" She murmured to herself, silver blue eyes giving him a slightly confused look as she reopened her parasol and left the booth. "Perhaps he mistook something about me as cursed? Or is it just some odd tradition to say such a thing?" Miyuki realized she was still murmuring to herself and quickly shut up, leveling a cold glare at anyone who had dared to stare at her. Stopping near another booth, she glanced back thoughtfully. Still the experience had not been unpleasant so she might consider trying it again later.

She felt it before she saw it. Conquest nobles had a thing. That thing being the stare of judgement. It was not a power, but a skill, practiced, learned, and passed down. The closer you were to the nobles, the more likely you were to experience it. If you were a noble, not only did you learn how to make such a stare, but you could feel it in your bones when someone used it on you.

So as Lan was getting her teas organized, she froze as she felt that chill. Someone from conquest was giving her the stare. The look of judging. Gold eyes looked for the source but once more, she felt before she saw. Her name, by none other than her cousin. Her posture straightened immediately as she turned from her seat to face him "Invictus." She bowed low, trying to hide the fact that yes. She was working. And also yes.

It was serving tea to those below her station. "You honor us with your presence." Oh god he had been judging her. She remembered him giving them the lessons when they had been younger and their horde of cousins had sat in awe as their heir thought it worth his time to instruct them in the stare.

She was doomed to dishonor.

Invictus didn't say anything further than a second: "Lan." His tone was just slightly more pointed in a way that those who knew him would be more able to place. SHAME. I AM DISAPPOINT. Invictus was, after all, the most experienced in the expression of judging. He'd also been exposed to the most serious of levels in dishonoring.