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Whilst removing the unwanted, unnecessary, unloved, horrid, disgusting, unfavored, irrelevant putri-... Whilst removing his less than favorite flavors from his cone, time seemed to slow down. A small faunus, maybe a squirrel, intercepted his target. Adam was impressed. Was she, too, an avid ice cream lover? Respect. Her little adorable tail twitched as she swallowed the delectable dairy treat. He blinked rapidly nearly confused at what just happened. He sighed a bit amused at the small girl as she ran off. "You're welcome!" he shouts back to her. "Cute kid. Reminds me of Al." he thought. The world suddenly grew dark. "Who turned out the sun?" he said between licks. He turned to see the man who previously signed up was now towering over himself and the vendor. "Well. That's something you don't see everyday. And we kill embodiments of darkness and death." he said aloud. He smiled at the giant of a man though upset the purple giant was taller than him, but that was for a different day. His eyes widened as the man points to his ice cream. Immediately he got defensive and said, "'ell yeah I'm eatin' this! You out yo mind thinkin' I'm givin' up this sweetness!" he said as his tongue began to slip back into his past.

Azura walked along with Cecil, careful to match his pace. Half on her wanted to yell at him, and the other half wanted to tuck him into bed with a bowl of soup. As it turned out going on a date was the middle ground to all of that. Planned or not, Cecil had managed to cleverly avoid either scenario. "Part of me still wants to give you an earful. Unarmed and no semblance against Tessa?" Azura gave her head a shake. "What were you thinking?" Cecil was an excellent fighter and would make a great huntsman once they graduated, but Tessa was a behemoth. Any strategist would say only another such behemoth should go toe to toe and grapple with her. "I'll never understand this rivalry you have with her, or why you agree to such biased terms. Or why she would enjoy a fight so clearly in her favour. But you did surprisingly well considering she had every advantage over you and you fought honourably where she did not." All in all, she was proud of how Cecil performed, even if she vehemently against the spar in the first place. "Besides, you would have gotten an earful if you hadn't asked me to the carnival." Though it pained her to see him limping and his arm in a sling, he must not have been feeling too bad if he invited her out. They had chosen a dangerous line of work. This wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last time he got injured.

Azura was not one to turn down a coconut treat. "That sounds like an excellent plan." She said cheerfully, permafrost earnings sparkling in the sun. She wore shorts and had her long black hair tied back in case Cecil was up for going on the rides. A large sunhat protected her from the sun. Ever pragmatic, she wasn't about to risk getting sunburnt or waste her aura on something like that. In theory, all of the Grimm had been cleared out of the area, Azura herself spending some volunteer hours doing so, and the positive vibes should keep them away, but you never knew when such a creature might show up. Of course, she also had her bag of supplies. "Hey, Cecil." She began as they walked towards the food stand he had pointed out. "What's a bint?"




Semblance: 0/(5/4/3)
Cooldown: 0/4
Backpack: First Aid Kit, Water bottles, snacks, sunscreen

Post Count: 142+1


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Excitement coursed through Cerulean’s small body in an amount far superior to his size, perhaps it was why he could not keep still. It was impossible! The energy had to escape before he physically exploded. This festival was the greatest and yet most terrifying thing he had ever experienced. Water was life to him! And festivals meant lots and lots of sweets! However…. it was a water festival which almost brought his greatest fear…. small puddles and squirts of water! An ironic fear for a penguin faunus but he did not trust water he could not swim in. At the moment his face was focused on the booth in front of him. His mouth drooling as he gazed at all the delicious looking sweets before him, many of which he had never seen before. He wanted to eat them all and decide for himself which ones were worthy of his attention. For now his decision was settled on a cotton like substance he learned was called cotton-candy. Who knew cotton could be turned into candy! The process was an amazing one to witness. So the cotton was powered and then mixed with something with heat that turned it into a fluffy material once more? But he was still a bit weary…. after all…. cotton clothing did not taste good at all.

As he stared at the blue cotton on a stick in his hand, he slowly took a nibble, his mind wishing as hard as it could that it was not a trick! That it would be as delicious as it smelled. To his surprise the moment he took in a bit, it melted in his mouth with sweet delicate, literally and metaphorically. Eyes sparkling he giggled out loud as he took in another bite, one that was much larger. This was the best cotton in the world! Why couldn’t they make clothes with this so he could eat it off himself! Such an innocent thought that if expressed to others would… surely get questionable glances he did not understand.

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The tall one with flip-flops and purple hair seemed hypnotized by her sweet stacks, enough so that it complemented Raphaela knowing that her goodies were enough to make someone salivate over them; The raccoon faunus ever thankful to have a plastic food display cover for her stand. The happy little baker would smile at the first contestant of her event while he held the clipboard with pen in his larger hands, even if the man's penmanship wasn't quite the best in the world. "I'm so glad to hear it Ashley! I wish you luck in the competition and hope you enjoy the cake." While the young man did seem to have quite the sweet tooth he wasn't the only one around who was drawn to the cakes and pies.

Shortly after, in a dust of hurried flurry, another youthful young man dashed under the baker's tent with as much energy for competition as the previous one. Only differences were that this young man was human, he was a tad bit shorter than the goat faunus and maybe the human had a little more sugar in his system than Ashley. It was rather skillful to see the newest tall lad use his mouth in such a way, if not unusual as well, but the fact remained that others would have to touch the clipboard and thus the baker would puck up the items with a napkin and gently spray them with disinfectant. "You're very welcome!" Raphaela replied with with chime. "Don't forget to choose your cake before the race-" With zeal the human turned to the faunus, looming shadows now casting the poor squirrel girl would take a step back from the sense of a small rivalry brewing; Perhaps this contest would be morning interesting than she thought.

"Can I get a couple of Coconut Blondies for myself and my girlfriend here?" "Eh?" A new voice had whisked Raphaela away from the two giant lads, her attention now turning around and on to two sweethearts; A human male with a cane for support and a girl of jet black hair. "Oh, but of course!" With tongues and quickly carful small styrofoam plate placement the lightly colored raccoon rang up the order for the couple to see the original price. "And since I'm having a special because of the Water Festival you get to spin the Wheel of Sweets and get a discount on the price!" The raccoon then paused for a moment; Her hands high in extended with welcoming excitement. ". . . One sec please." Excusing herself she'd dip down, hiding her small figure underneath her display before fishing out the wheel she had made at home; A small clutter of plates, bags and receipt tape falling onto the floor in the process.

The lad would spin the wheel before even thinking of purchasing, and with his spin came a clasping of Raphaela's hands. "Oh my gosh, what luck! First spin of the day and you won half off your purchase today!" Raphaela was a little worried she may have made her wheel a little difficult but basing her judgment on the luck of this first spin she figured things would be okay for the other customers, putting her worries at ease. The treats themselves would be beached themed with the coconut and bread being bare for a portion of the square while the other 3/4 of the treat was lightly frosted with blues and while to create an image of an ocean wave on sandy shores, with even a tiny pink frosting starfish meticulously penned near the blues to create the image. "Thank you for your purchase!"

With talk about a cake eating contest being whispered and loud sounds of a victorious raffle a small crowd of people was beginning to gather at the sweets stall. Raphaela was quite glad to see the number of potential customers going up, a small faunus man with the tail of a rat quietly signing up for the contest; Unbenounced to the raccoon woman, the faunus rat was actually a small time food eating champion. "You know, there is a friendly cake eating contest going on." Raphaela kindly pointed out to the young couple out on their date together; She clearly also not trying to bring attention to the overhead question from the human girl. "It'd be a fun experience, and it might be a memory you both could smile back on." Sure there wasn't a prize involved for her last minute contest but Raphaela still offered the idea to the youths, herself wondering if the boy would even be in a mood for such a thing. Hopefully some laughs from the contest would be a small cure for the lad's heart.

Company:: Horned male faunus, talk human male and human couple.
Clothing:: Sunny
Feeling::
Condition:: Healthy
Location:: Carnival - Her stall
Items:: Megaphone

Adam took a bite from his ice cream concreting that he was, indeed, "...gonna eat that." He topped it off by downing one of his cones showing that the man's appetite was nothing to laugh at either. He held both his cones up complying with with barrel at the back of his head. In a soft compassionate voice he says, "Look, bruh, we don't have to do this. Just let the ice cream g-" he was cut off as he recognized the voice. At her order he turned around and with every inch his grin grew. Finally facing her he spread his arm wide as he enveloped her in a hug. "Onyxia!" he said squeezing her and easily picking her up. He spun her around making sure he was careful not to damage his cones. He set her down to look her in the face. "I've missed you so much! Where have you be-" he suddenly stopped. The color drained of his face once he realized the gravity of the situation. He back up with his face in disbelief. He pointed the tall cone at her with, somehow defying gravity, and declared, "You're not Onyxia! You have a face! Everyone knows she doesn't have a face! HISSSS" Adam hissed. Then he got a better look. He circled her and eyed her suspiciously. She sounds liker her. He sniffs her. She smells like her. Before he knew it he had the irresistable urge to hug her again. After downing his remaining cones he did just that. "Nope! You're definitely her! I missed you!" he repeated. "And when did you get a face?" He was sure she was gonna chop him for being so suspicious of her, but he didn't care. He then remembered the giant of a man. "Sorry about that. Where were we? Oh yeah! You ain't ever getting any of this sweetness!" Adam repeated.

Shamilla was calm but silently ecstatic beneath the surface. She arrived just in time for the Water Festival at Beacon. It had been a while since she joined any significant festivities anywhere, and she had skipped the local town celebration in her hometown last year. The train ride to the city had been dizzyingly long, and Shamilla was only awake because she slept during a good half of the trip. The trip to the school after the train ride had been equally long and arduous, but Shamilla couldn't take her eyes away from the city scenery on her way here. The sight of so many people, the view of the dramatically tall buildings, and the various advanced products being sold at every store! Shamilla had crossed her arms as if to hold herself back, but with just enough self-control to enjoy the view with an intellectual standpoint. By the time she got to her school and dragged out her large and heavy traveling bag, she went straight to the dorms to drop off her stuff, then proceeded to explore the immediate premises. She wanted to wait around and see who comes her way, but her curiosity got the best of her, and as soon as she noticed nobody was around, that was the last straw for her.

A flyer flew into her face as soon as she hit the bottom floor, and after seeing the embossed paper, her eyes narrowed into a quizzical expression, but with nobody to ask about the strange event marked on it, she decided it was best to follow the directions and go to the location the poster provided. She carried the poster with her the whole time, her right hand positioned into a pointer finger to indicate as she walked which building she passed and which direction she already walked past. Soon she found herself on the outskirts of the campus, and soon the huge shadow of a celebration in the distance greeted her line of sight. It seemed like a carnival! Shamilla, dressed in her most simple but cozy clothing along with her simple black sling bag filled with her school identifications and a small parcel of cash, was glad that she was at least dressed decently for the occasion of exploring a festival. She hopped right into the entrance and gave her school ID. They pressed some button on the receiver and the register, and they gave her a pass that allowed her to access the impressive but rather chaotic and full festivities.

As soon as she was in, she found herself hiding behind some barrel filled with something smelly and liquid-y, and was forced to watch a fight happen right inside the carnival. She sneaked away before it concluded though, and found herself wandering. She was just taking in the place, with the swarm of students everywhere to the large tents and booths that housed the rides and games. Soon she found herself in a rather isolated courtyard. There, she found a guy with pale-greyish tipped hair struggling with an injury. He looked like he wasn't trying to get anywhere, in particular, so Shamilla stepped forward and decided to ask him, "Er, excuse me, sir? That looks like a serious injury. You sure you'll be okay?" He looked like a pissed off hard-a** with a lot on his mind, so she tried to be as polite as she could manage without seeming too awkward with her approach. "Also, do you happen to know when this carnival celebration ends?" She still gripped the poster that led her here, and Shamilla started to wonder how she ended up here, to begin with.

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