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Blossom giggled both at what Aidan did and what he said, reaching up to tug reproachfully on his ponytail. "At least people won't think you're an old man too soon," she tried. "You think anyone guesses my age properly?" The sight of Ganon on the roof... well, that was kind of hard to miss, and she waved back to him, the smile wide enough on her face for him to catch, despite the distance, and then looked back to Aidan, thinking about games most carnivals had.

Blossom really did intend to say something else, something involving fish, but then she caught sight of that big stuffed cat, black fabric and a long tail and a face that... well, it almost looked piggish, actually. But it was cute and Blossom immediately had her eyes locked on it. "What kind of game is it? I like that cat!" Blossom tugged on Aidan's arm and pointed at it. "Isn't that cute?"

Amelia nodded once. She didn't really pay attention to Leon writing on his pad, knowing he did it constantly. He really did take his job as record keeper to heart, that was for sure. As she finished off her skewer, comfortably full now, she could hear a horse's hooves approaching. "Rhys isn't a Lord, he's only a Bishop -- oh, and thanks... Hi, Sue!" Amelia found herself changing the subject rapidly, ending with a wave to the green-haired nomad before turning back to Leon.

"But seriously, he's not honestly a lord of any kind. He just runs that club of ours. Lord's just kind of a title he has around that place." Amelia shrugged one shoulder, thought of a man with orange hair and white robes, and the warm smile was enough to light up her expression. Why hadn't he arrived yet, anyway? Have to find him later... but where would he lurk?

Amelia shook her head. "No. Not a Lord. Just your normal man of the cloth, but that's not why I chose him, y'know? I'm not shallow like that." Amelia stretched her arms high above her head, then let them drop to her sides. One hand combed through her hair, brushing messy strands away from her eyes as Sue spoke.

"She said it better than I could have," Amelia commented with a smile. Leon's souring attitude, though, made her laugh. "Oh, brighten up. At least they're able to keep with good supplies," Amelia commented, kicking her heels against the stone wall before hopping off, skirt settling against her thighs once she'd fallen still.

"In any case. Should we wander, or just sit here?" she questioned. She picked up her lance and spun it around like a baton (taking care to not hit anybody with either end, mind you).

As usual Hatmon was with Kris, as they entered the festival grounds. They weren’t together very long, for as soon as the wily Manakete caught sight of a familiar lizard, he vanished with a quick word of farewell, much to Hatmon’s distress. She did enjoy time away from the feminine man, but it prevented her from doing her job. But, this was a festival, some time apart would do no harm, and they wouldn’t have any changes to meet new people if they stayed together. Not that Hatmon much cared for meeting new people, and this place was crawling with humans anyway!

It was less than a second later, that Hatmon noticed Ganon for herself. My, my. Kris is always so quick to pick up on these things. By now though, having traveled well into the festival crowds, they amount of people sure had increased in number. Making it to where Ganon was would be no easy manner if she walked that is. “Time to fly,” she said to herself as a smirk played across her face. With those three words, her body responded in turn as her tail swished a few times to clear some space to herself as she spread her small, black, demon wings. With one small, yet powerful she launched herself into the air and started to flutter to where Ganon was seated on a sloped roof.

It took a lot less time to fly to where the reptilian man was compared to if she had decided to walk. Her greeting consisted of a small wave of the hand as she landed gracefully on the roof beside Ganon. Her wings folded securely against her back as she seated herself. “We meet again,” she said in a sing-song voice as she curled her tail around her body. “I take it by the way you’re eating, you’re enjoying yourself, hm?”

Nils couldn't keep the grin off of his face if he had tried. Three years! Three whole years. Sure, he hadn't been in Learania that whole time, but he still was happy and proud. The town looked absolutely amazing with all the decorations and he could practically feel the excitement from all those who were gathered.

After Nino's speech, he nodded to Nino, carefully taking the microphone from her and watched her run off.
Wait. Run? Moments later, the people began to flood in, and he realized he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Still keeping a grip on the microphone, he fought (not literally, although the idea of a bard fighting with a microphone is a hilarious image) his way out of the crowd and more to the edge. He sighed in relief once he was there, looking down for a moment before looking back up.

When he looked back up, he was able to see FD. The bard grinned, resisting the temptation to just shout into the microphone.

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"Mommy! Mommy! Look! Look!" A small child, staring in awe at all the decoration, ran excitedly forward towards the festival, dragging her stumbling mother behind. "It's so colorful!!" Amara exclaimed, pointing up to a string of lights. She let out a happy squeal and spun around, still keeping a grip on her mother's hand. Eventually, though, she stopped spinning and stumbled around a bit, dizzy. "Everything's... spinning... whee~"

A moment later, Amara was picked up off her feet and placed on her mother's shoulders.

"Up you go, Amara!" Alihi told her with a grin. "I don't want you to get trampled on, now. So just hold on tight, alright?" And so the tactician, along with her precious daughter, headed farther into the festival grounds.

"Mommy... I'm hungry..." Amara whined softly. "Alright, alright... We'll get you some food! I'll even buy you chocolate-covered strawberries if I can find the-- ow!!" The small child was already tugging on her mother's hair with anticipation, squealing happily. Man, did Amara love strawberries. "Yeah!!"

(( Now, off to go get ready for my first two finals...! OTL;; Be back sometime after 1, unless I get some time at school... ))

Amelia nodded once to Leon and Sue. She scratched the side of her neck, then tapped the ground twice with the butt of her spear. "If we're going to be searching, then let's get going. It'll be difficult to wade through these crowds unless we follow Sue on her horse."

It was about then that Sue started going along, so Amelia followed, taking care to not walk right behind the horse. She held her lance close, not wanting to look menacing with it. "Maybe I could attach a flag to it and act like I'm marching in some invisible band... I keep getting funny looks for still having this with me," Amelia commented idly. It was a little hypocritical, what with other people in the crowd having a sheathed dagger or sword (presumably mercenaries or, in the case of the dagger, keeping it for practical purposes, if they weren't professional thieves), but it had to be said that there wasn't really a very practical sheath for a lance.

"If there's any sort of sparring area, I'd bet you that we'd find Ghis or Dan there," Amelia commented absentmindedly. Green eyes continued to scan the crowd for a familiar face, noting a black-haired and -dressed man tackling down a man in a green mantle before turning back to the rest of the crowd.

Blossom was still trying to figure out how to play this booth's game when she very suddenly heard someone shout from behind her, and she only had time to turn her head before an all-too-familiar man tackled Aidan down. Straight to the ground, actually. All Blossom could do was gape as Lance practically roughhoused her husband, only stopping when he noticed her standing there, standing with her mouth slightly open and eyes widened.

"And hey hey! If it isn't Blossy! How are you Shorty!"

Blossom pouted and only leaned down to help Aidan stand, making sure to brush the dirt and dust from the cobbled streets off of him before hugging onto his arm again. "I'm fine, thank you," she managed with more eloquence than she thought she could muster. And you'd expect her to shout at him for the crack on her height, wouldn't you?

Oh, no, that would come later... I'll bide my time, yes I will...

"Aidan was gonna win that piggy cat-thing for me. Weren't you, sweetie?" Blossom questioned, turning up wide, hopeful eyes to the brown-haired man. She moved just a little close, still holding quite comfortably (albeit a little possessively) onto his left arm.

[[Does no one even notice that I turned the kitty prize into Mr. Mew? XD My fault for playing a game most of you haven't played, sans (at least) Rhys...]]

(I can see Blossom and Aidan now:

Blossom: Go, Mr. Mew!
Aidan: Get 'em, Piggy!

Also, go green. Jin does.)

Masks. No matter where he was at, who he was with, and what he was doing, Jin always preferred to wear some sort of mask. This guildaversary festival was no exception--he'd originally thought nothing of going with his usual black facemask, but Rhys had stopped him ("Sometimes, I think you WANT to scare people"). Jin had to admit, Rhys had a point... so instead, he opted for a bright yellow fox mask, with black-tipped pointed ears and nose.

Rhys had needed to stay behind--illness and injury wait for no carnival, and since Rhys had been covered for the wedding, he was now covering Jin for this occasion.

The priest in the fox mask was busily munching away on a brightly-colored pastry, strolling through the crowd, taking in the sights. There were footraces, jugglers, a firebreather or two, carnival games... quite a selection!

Jin lifted his mask forward just a bit, keeping his face covered as he took a bite of the sweet pastry. He stood there, looking around, finding himself stuck in the same situation as Isadora.

[She's run into Rhys at work for... "important business". Jin understands. |D]

"Mmmph?"

Jin turned around, still trying to eat pastry as Amelia walked up to him.

"Mmm, mrr heee..."

Jin swallowed his mouthful of pastry at this time, allowing him to speak English as opposed to Food.

"Hello, Amelia," Jin said, chuckling. "I actually just got here, and other than my sweet tooth, I have no idea what to go for."

"The mask? Thank your fiance. He would've Sleep-staff'd me if I'd gone with the usual," he added, shaking his head. "How are you doing? You on patrol for the Watch now?"

Chad clapped at the appropriate moment after Nino's speech, he knew he should have been listening but he was busy fiddling with the hilt of his dagger and surveying the area looking for the quickest routes around and any possible escape routes, incase he did a little 'work' around the stalls.

As the crowd began to wander to their preferred stalls, Chad made his way to the food area, passing by some other stalls and getting quick glances of people he'd seen during the incident about a month back. He also saw a man dressed in green get dump tackled but someone who was shouting something Chad couldn't quite make out. Thinking little of it he continued on his path until he found the steak-on-a-stick merchant. Handing over a couple of coins he took the stick and took a small bite out of the piece of meat, turned around and began observing the masses. This was one of Chad's favourite activities, watching people act when they didn't think they were being watched by anyone, it reveals little idiosynchrasies, useful to someone of his profession.