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If depression could take human form, Lenore might have been it. She gave a tired wave despite only having been awake two hours. "Hey, Zin. I know; it's ridiculous."

"I'm so sorry!" Zin sympathized while simultaneously trying to control her laughter. She knew it wasn't nice, but she couldn't help it; it did look ridiculous. No more so than anyone else's costume, but still, it made the sight all the more rich to see Lenore's small, glum expression from within the otherwise flamboyant costume.

The blue-haired girl coughed to cover the last of her giggles. "Do you want to walk around?" she asked. "No one else seems to be coming this way, and I'm supposed to keep an eye out for trouble." She puffed her chest out a little, clearly proud that she had been entrusted with the task.

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"Barges, then," Shun grunted out. People were needed to pull the boats and quite frankly, he didn't really belong in a marching band. There was no way in hell he was going to be donning a costume either.



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When the next day rolled around, he made his way to where the boats were settled, then reached for the nearest rope. He was going to need to be careful with his footing, seeing how he wasn't certain how deep the canal was. He didn't want to end up drowning; it'd be kind of pathetic of him if that happened. With the rope in hand, he looked around for where he was supposed to tether it, and soon spotted Axel and Preacher in the vicinity.

To the two, he just gave a curt nod of acknowledgement. It looked like they were bickering.

Shakuntala peeled back her sleeve and gave a panicked glance to the area where the ox would have likely bitten her hand off. Disbelief was etched into her features as her glance flicked wildly between the bovine and the marks on her wrist. Eventually, she frowned at the animal, and came to the conclusion she did not like oxen. At all. They were all out to get her. She was positive of it. Pursing her lips, she finished up her work on them as quickly as she could to relieve herself of remaining in their presence anymore.

But she felt like a hero. Facing the incarnate of Death known as Ox and surviving proved her to be one.

Before she had a chance to bring up the matter with Alec, a man who was clearly out of breath approached them with an offer that seemed too good to be true. The excitement she felt burst and crackled like fireworks within her bosom and the girl came close to make happy whale noises at the circumstance that seemed to work to her benefit. While her heart did go out to the two riders who were sick, she was more mirthful for the chance to be in the equine show.

"Y-Yes, oh, yes!" she yipped gleefully. "T-Tell him yes, Alec, we must... We must agree!"

Her excitement receded just a bit when she recalled there was still some more work to be done with the carts, but when Alec's mother offered to take on their duties, a sparkle glimmered in the teen's eye.

S-She's a goddess! Shakuntala thought to herself in wonder. No one of mortal being could be that nice.

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Saoirse maneuvered around all the people as she headed over to the tent where the trainee was taking signups and handing out positions for people. She smiled at the girl who was tending the sheets. "Hello! I'm Saoirse Claes." She said wondering if she should spell her name for the other girl. "If you uh can't find it I can spell it out for you, its a tricky name." She said a bit awkwardly.

His dig had gotten under Preacher's skin, and good. He couldn't sit back and enjoy his victory, though, because Preacher infuriated him just as much as he infuriated Preacher. The younger boy was threatening to fight him, and though Axel was not violent by nature, he was sorely tempted to shut Preacher up with a punch.

He took a menacing step towards Preacher. Preacher was as fast as a snake, but he outweighed the boy. If he managed to close with Preacher he was sure he could wrestle Preacher into submission.

But--no. That wasn't his style. Besides, they were surrounded by people, in public. Preacher might think this was the best place for a brawl, but he, Axel, was not a thief or a gangster. His temper was flaring dangerously, but he reigned himself in.

"No," he said flatly. "I don't want to fight you." He shot a meaningful look towards the big purple bruise blossoming on Preacher's arm. The bruise where someone had hit Preacher, or grabbed the boy violently in order to hit him somewhere else. "I don't like hurting people. And I don't fight with people smaller than me."

With that, he turned his back on Preacher. He was tense, ready for Preacher to pounce on him and attack anyways, but he felt he had made his point.

Lenore watched the two boys bicker with a sort-of interest. It seemed like they weren't going to fight, after all. That was boring.

((I'm sorry, I have very little inspiration right now. DX OTL))

His reservations concerning putting his two cents in about how the barge should be decorated vanished to the wayside as a young man he had briefly noticed as the keeper of the Titan booth, and who had taken part in the dirt bag dragging approached him. Dipping his head in a formal yet silent greeting he gave Axel’s comment about plugging the barge with costumes some consideration. Eventually a smile formed on his face at the thought of stuffing some of those eye grabbing abominations into the cracks of the ill-fated barge before him. He had just lifted his hand with the intent of extending it to Axel in introduction when an urchin-like young boy sauntered up and immediately started in on the much bigger blonde.

The situation escalated quickly as words became more heated and the gestures followed. With a disapproving shake of his head he turned about, not wanting to get any more involved than need be. Even so, he still couldn’t help but to wonder how a brat like that managed to get on security. Just as his back shut them out his eyes landed on the tan, dark haired young man from before. He had acknowledged him in the dirt bag towing event, but instantly became aware of just how aloof this particular individual was.

With little more than a polite dip of his chin to signify that he had indeed seen him and was courteously acknowledging his presence he turned to stare at the barge once again. How on earth were they supposed to decorate something so tragic? Even covering the entire thing in cloth wouldn’t make it look any better. His thoughts on the matter were not long for this world as talk of a fight echoed over the group and one of the two young ladies who had just approached stepped forward in an attempt to intervene. In response a deep frown hung on the corners of Nik’s mouth and he was just about at the point where he was going to haul off the instigator by his collar.