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Jove didn't mind letting Mathias hold his hand. After everything that had happened, it was almost a relief to know his friend was right there beside him, and would be right there so long as he held on tight enough. Plus there was a newfound closeness between them, and actions that he would not have tolerated from many friends seemed inoffensive when the wolpertinger was the one doing it.

There were many things he tolerated better, and things he did willingly when Mathias was involved. Like the pink bracelet with little flower beads he had worn to the carnival, it was not something he would have selected with only himself in mind... But if it did it's job, he would gladly wear it as long as it was needed.

While Mathias kept his gaze low, Jove was busy peering through the crowd with great interest, his fluffy ears turning whenever he heard the sounds of games or coins or laughter. But he showed no interest in approaching the booths until Mathias paused.

With a wag of his fluffy, curled up tail, he pushed the wolpertinger to go try his luck.

Hel, of course, had to come bother her bro at the carnival. She was eager to talk to him and see what he was up to, so she all but barreled up to the counter. On the way, she accidentally bumped into someone, Matty, who she quickly mistook for something feminine. "Ah, my bad, ghoulie!" She grinned and then planted her hands on the counter once she was close enough.

"Shun!" She called out, grinning wider. "So good to see you, friend! So this is your tent, ya!? Knives, I should have known!" She then peered at the others. "Ah, are those your mentees as well!?" She asked excitedly. She had seen the reaper's name up on the roster, and was oh so curious to hear his experience about it so far.

Piper's sudden movement made Lock go full-protector mode. What was it? A bully? Hunters?

Either way, he quickly ushered Piper behind the booth and stood looking menacing (that is to say, not menacing at all) and wondered why the jack Voodoo wasn't summoning to his side. Looking back at Piper, he whispered, "What is it?"

As far as Lock could see, there was nothing of danger. But you could never be too careful.

Hating how pitiful she was acting, she wrung her ponytail. "Nuthin'," Piper replied as she leaned against the wall. "Just don't wanna talk to some people." Certain ones might smell the fail on her, which had been clinging to her person since Wonderland.

She gave Lock a curious look. He'd always been a more timid fella, or at least that's the impression she'd gotten. But for a moment Piper swore he looked . . . Nah. That was just heat of the moment crap at the tower. (Which she actually wanted to ask him about later on, she remembered.)

"So, how's it going so far?" she asked more brightly. "Busy n' stuff? What're they making you do back here?"

The carnival, huh? Imbere had heard of such things under the water, and decided that maybe, going wouldn't be so bad. It seemed fun, and... even dressing up didn't seem too bad. So she pulled on a little something she bought at a nearby costume place and adorned it with a few of her jewels, and BAM, she was ready. The first thing she saw was a knife throwing place. Seeing as she had never done it before, she thought, why the hell not, and went ahead, throwing one in the direction of the target.

Wow. Her eyes widened considerably, and a small smirk slid onto her face."Beginners luck, perhaps?" She mumbled under her breath, chuckling haughtily to herself as she went to receive her prize.

I won!
Prize: Ticket + Mini :>!!
Minis sn: quite uneventful

"Hey I wasn't tryin' t'be--" Her mouth stayed open. Her eyes were locked on the massive dark bird that had appeared out of the blue by them, and just like on the battlefield and in the midst of the clones ALICE had made, the ghoul found herself incapable of speaking.

It was touching her hair. It was putting its crooked little beak in her hair. She was mortified--pleased because birdssss--but mostly mortified. Her--HER 'DO--

The rest of her answer came through pressed lips. "It's. That. One." Piper indicated with her eyes towards the ghoul speaking to Shun before giving Lock a most pitiful look.

Hel didn't mention she had a sweet a** familiar oh my Jack but please get it off of her please please please. The look she had painstakingly taken an hour and a half to do was falling apart in seconds.

A few more people gave a try, though one unfamiliar face caught his attention. When the knife landed right in the center, Shun gave the knife thrower a curt nod of approval as she handed the blindfold back. Good work. His attention didn't linger there for long, as Hel had strutted on up and called out to him.

"That it is," he answered her before nodding again as he motioned towards the two under his proverbial wing.

"Yes. These are the two I'm training. Estel, whom you've met, and Lock."

Overhearing the others, he gave a sort of raised brow.