"Horns..? Oh.. Yeah.. I guess she did grow horns." Luka tried to recall the events of that day. She was pretty certain she saw someone with horns. Oh well, they were roomies after all. She'd see Kira eventually. "And don't worry about it, I didn't take you for one to attend such a class either.. I don't think you wanted to but whatever. I'm positive on your student profile you don't take it anymore.. Did you even get your classes yet? Whatever, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Luka waved the thought from her head, literally swaying her hand as if to shoo it away. Bree's next question interested the Necro. And rightfully so. She really didn't remember a single thing did she? '..If Bree saw.. That Me.. It could trigger some awful memories.' Luka contemplated. "I think it's best you leave that question unanswered. And if you're lucky, you'll never see my powers again."
"Grow them...?" Bree said under her breath with furrowed brows. She smiled and nodded, though, for a moment, as Luka went on to skirt some other things.
"Wait wait wait... What?" Bree cocked her hip and looked incredulously at Luka. "I'm pretty sure I should still be in that class. Did I forget changing my mind about it too?" Bree would key on this, but to think she forgot the shadiness with which Luka addressed the other question would be forgotten would be unwise. Needless to say she wasn't done. She nodded toward a candle-lit trail.
"Mind if we take a walk? I have a feeling we have some things to catch up on."
"Hmm.. Everything has been completely scattered recently. I'll have to look into it." Luka gestured for the girl to walk ahead first. "Aaaafter you." Once the small girl took the gesture and began walking, the much taller girl would begin walking next to her. Observing the colorful surroundings. "Never been to a festival before.. But anyway, whatcha need catching up on? I wasn't here for a short period of time however. I was off.. Recovering, so to speak." The red-head stuffed her claw like hands into her pockets as they walked. She had to wonder where Bree had been all this time, or how she had been doing. If she truly didn't remember anything, she could only imagine how frightened she must have been to wake up in place such as this. Oh well, what mattered now was that the girl was safe. For the time being anyway.
Dimitri walked among the many stands and games littered around the event. This area had so many shops, events, and a high-end school. Even the festival was much more glamorous than the average. His old town barely had a festival if it could be called one. Suddenly, he came upon something very interesting... a public piano. It was weather, its keys were dirty, and it was covered in age, stickers, and various writing. Yet still, Dimitri did not see a beaten up piano but more as an aged instrument that would sound marvelous. No one was around to touch the piece as not everyday citizen plays piano. So, he sat down and brushed his pants, thinking of a tune ironic for the season and began to play a lovely number without thinking of anyone listening or watching.
Bree took the lead, however odd it was to see her leading anything, and started down the leafy trail of paper fairies--not there totally weren't actual fairies fairy-ing about on the sides of the trail like chlorine-eye fireflies. She couldn't help look over, but snapped her attention back to Luka soon enough to catch her meaning.
"Recover?? Oh no, what happened~?" Bree immediately turned into a momma bear despite the elephant in the room now literally--figuratively--sitting on her. "Was it that girl--Kira?--with the horns? ... Should I be worried? She seems so nice..." She muttered that last sentence. The fairies were coming closer, or at least some of them, to hear what happened next.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:10 pm
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His expression brightened a little, the failure leaving with the comfort she brought.
"I will still achieve this favored plushie."
Being led for sometime, Stefan wondered exactly what a festival truly was. There were so many oddities from fish to cotton candy. Still, it didn't matter. The fact Luka was there, tugging at his hand as they could both be there to enjoy all of this is what made the festival wonderful. Suddenly, a spooky building stood in clear view infront of the two. The haunted house were some shabby, painted wooden signs. 'A haunted house?' It seemed like the only thing around the area. His finger directed towards it.
"I didn't know you were a fan of horror. If you want, we can both go in."
"Caaalm yourself, woman! I was actually recovering from saving the students, including your a**, missy!~" Luka gave the girl a soft playful nudge. She didn't expect her to understand what the Necro meant by it. Nor did Luka plan on explaining. But things don't always go as planed now do they. "I honestly have no idea what happened with Kira. Seems like you were the last person to speak with her before she went M.I.A"
Her stomach dropped at the mention of horror. 'I'm really not..'"O-Oh.. Yeah! S-Sure..~" Luka tried desperately to hide the sinking feeling of utter terror that was beginning to fill her chest. It was either this or singing. Pick Luka, pick. The girl began to close the distance between the two, gradually walking closer and closer to him, to the point where she was now clinging, nearly hanging, to his arm. Her fingers still tightly interlocked with his own. She didn't want to be a spoiler of fun so she went along with it! 'Who knows maybe I'll actually enjoy myself..' However, upon entering the large spook house, she immediately regretted her decision. '..Or not..'
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"Saying that we'll meet again someday, we waved to each other, but it seems we won't see each other again. That final lie was a kind one; I won't forget it."
Bree flinched and sighed for doing so at Luka response. There was just so much fear in the poor girl! There was now a faint but very beautiful piano piece playing on a piano which sounded as if it had character. the fairies, who were now in Bree's face, didn't seem so welcoming anymore.
"Oh..." Bree gave up another wary smile and started off toward the festival to that enchanted melody. "I'll just keep nodding until all this stops sounding insane, ok?" Bree said chuckling. "The thing is, I really used to think all this stuff was fake," a more serious face rolling over that mask or peeling it off, "but I know that trouble that involves saving people doesn't get any less real no matter where you are... Right?" The face of somebody who was hellbent on helping but unsure if they could was something else.
In a few minutes they were in the spot where the piano man (not that one) was finishing his piece. As he got up Bree stood there looking stupidly at him.
"Well, that's a little more like what I'm used to..." She said to herself without being able to pull her eyes away, like she could see the notes in time on the evening sky if she waited long enough.
☌Talos found it all so intriguing, the enjoyment organics felt when they had won something so childish, the looks on their faces, the joy they felt, he could not experience any of it and yet he felt as though he accomplished something. Before long his sensors had picked up a peculiar energy source...It was different to say the least and was magic in origin. Looking around, he eventually saw the source of the energy and began to approach the red haired woman slowly and calmly before accidentally bumping into her, not reacting at all. "You are giving off an anomalous energy signature...Elaboration required.." He demanded from the red haired woman, wanting to understand what he was picking up. Out of all the organics at this gathering, she stood out the most and because of it she had gained Talos's attention as he was beginning to believe that she might be able to help him find the principle so he could enroll. However he soon realized something, it was a organic custom to trade something for information and with nothing on his person but the prize he had won, he would hand it out to her "I will give you this cotton object in return for your answer..." He would say in a apathetic voice, somewhat hoping she would answer his question.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:41 pm
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Stefan was quite surprised how tightly she was gripping to both his arm and his hands. It was as though she was trying to choke his arm or cut off the circulation as an act of violence. Stefan was happy she was so excited to enter a haunted house, her face was even confused in enjoyment. They stepped in and the environment was dark with fogged flooring and decorative cob-webbing. It looked... cheesy for a moment. Yet, it was like living a horror movie. They walked up the stairs, ready to begin the journey.
"Yeah yea.. I suppose yo-Oof!" Luka felt an abrupt bump from behind. Something hard, completely solid, something metal had just ran into her. She assumed maybe she fell onto a lamp post maybe but upon turning around she was greeted with an.. Oddly average looking face. "Uh.. Can I help you?" Yup, definitely a robot. So he was made of metal. She could tell just from they way he spoke. Luka had seen a lot of things in her life, but an android? This'll be a first. "O-Oh.. I was sure I still had that under control.. Oh well.. As long as I'm not destroying anything it'll be fine.." Luka spoke aloud to herself, not really realizing she had. "Uhm.. That 'energy signature' is my aura.. My powers? I have a lot of.. 'raw power' flowing throughout my body and what you're picking up is bits and pieces of it." Luka tried to explain in the simplest terms she possibly could. Her eyes carefully observing the A.I. She calmly took the plushie from him, giving him somewhat of an odd look. "Uh.. Thanks?"
MINI-TIME SKIP That.. Was utterly dreadful to her. As cheesy or cheap as it may have seemed, Luka was an easily startled frail girl. Her screams from the crap jump scares were genuine. She really was frightened by the whole experience. But she wasn't going to let her ruin her night. She didn't know how, but clinging to his arm tighter than before, she gave him a nervous giggle as they exited the building. To anyone else, it really would've depended on what they were looking for when going into the house. Some may have thought it was cheap, others may have thought it was a fun 10 minutes or so. But if you were like Luka, then you found it absolutely terrifying. 'Shrugitoffshrugitoffshrugitoff..'"Ne ne.. That was kinda scary wasn't it?" She asked, nervously smiling up at him.
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"Saying that we'll meet again someday, we waved to each other, but it seems we won't see each other again. That final lie was a kind one; I won't forget it."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 4:17 pm
Stefan Eisenberg
Well, that was nice. A well organized event of people in costumes in a setting to scare the unexpected. Some of the things done slightly made him jump but cheap jump-scares was not enough to really scare him. It was essentially a lame gimmick but kinda fun. Stefan's look went to Luka who actually looked scared. That's why she enjoyed horror so much, she was terrified. It worked greatly on her. Though, a question came to him about if it was scary or not. He didn't want to say it wasn't or else it'd appear the haunted house failed him. There was that one moment where a cardboard picture popped from the side and it startled him enough to punch through it with his hand on impulse, but only because he mistook the moment as a danger for a split second. He was always going to be honest with her, that was a promise he made himself. Though, he would be kind about it.
"...it was spooky."
Was something that slithered quietly out of him, looking blankly ahead She really was still frightened. A change in environment couldn't hurt. While she was still clinging to him, getting the shakes out (Something he was secretly glad for the haunted house), he scooped up a thing of cotton candy, handing it over to her.
"Sweets?"
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~Dimitri O'Sullivan~
Dimitri finally finished his song, enjoying what came out. For a minute, he thought it wasn't going to be possible today. Luckily, the piano tunes were able to come out of him for once.
"Ah, Spring, may you tenderly dance your way through the beginning that is Summer and shortly after being Autumn. The blooming is still fond until next year..."
Dimitri looked from his hands and saw a girl staring intently at him, one of the only people paying attention to him playing. He wasn't trying to pull an audience, but she was pretty. He also enjoyed anyone who happened to love music especially of this styling. His attention went to Bree through dark shades, an interesting smile on his face as he struck conversation.
"A fan of Chopin, madam? It's great to know there is someone like me who can be drifted by such keys.... You've inspired me with a new tune to play~"
Excitedly, he started a new song which was slow and melodic in its beginning only to become more hectic and powerful in push, his fingers aggressively pushing in such moments. It's ending sweet, drifting as the wind. Such music was almost like a brisk gust of the mid Fall weather. Something was... ominous about it, but maybe that was only the wonder of what Winter may bring after. After he finished, he looked over to the young lady again, joy in his eyes to finally be playing for someone yet again.
