Mjoll was back, to play again. After taking some time to cool off and finish lamenting about her bad luck streak she'd decided to take another whack at it.
Olivia was finding it a little nice to be on her own, wandering the stalls. It wasn't like she was totally alone and uncomfortable, as there were still many people around to make her feel in her element. But this gave her the chance to creeple watch to her full potential. All around her, others were as stag as she was, just playing games while there were still those groups and couples.
She came back to the darts, having found it to be fun and pretty familiar by now. (And well, maybe she would be able to find someone she knew since this seemed a rather popular spot).
Oivia picked up the darts and began to throw. In the midst realizing there was a rather familiar blonde not too far from her.
Tracey said with the most deadpan tone he could muster.
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"I let you borrow some of my luck for cups right, let me borrow some of yours for this." Rep said, gently elbowing Harrison in the ribs.
Setting up for some shooting, he was determined to do it right this time. Of course, determination never really got anyone anywhere. His aim was terrible, it was a sad but very real fact.
"Eh. I'm just glad I don't need to wield a gun." he sighed. "Everyone I love would be dead. Probably by accidental bullets."
Makoto glanced at the cat with mild amusement, his long tail furling back and forth in thought. He rolled the caught dart in between his fingers slowly, ears wavering slightly in the air. Leveling the playing piece, he threw it at another balloon, resounding in a popping noise before laughing and letting his full attention fall on Maddy.
What a funny thing for him to say.
It was true; Makoto had never heard those words before, at least not in a situation where they were directed at him solely and for reasons other than seasonal greetings. And for them to come from the mouth of another demon he'd only recently terrorized... It was almost startling. But the demon had never had much invested in being surprised by others words, so instead he simply took a step closer, a slow smile curving across his face.
In the end, Maddy should have expected it - or at least expected a reaction that wasn't at all what one would normally do in a situation like theirs, with a short history already dotted in places by violence and a game of sharp, cutting words. Laughing, the demon grazed his lips against Maddy's cheek, kissing the warm skin there.
"Happy Scarentines to you as well." He growled in pleasure, leaning back up to his full height and turning to toss a dart idly at one of the balloons.
"Well you can rub bald people's head for luck. You are only close to baldy." Sauntering past, he still nevertheless ran a hand through his hair, careful with claws and ridiculous antennae.
You might think having a natural form that dripped and slithered and was all around consumed by a layer of ink would make for a creature less inclined to being grossed out. You might be partially right. Certainly seeing the half-mangled corpse in front of her wasn't enough to make her balk. But to see the tip of one of her wings dip into the boil's shoulder like that.... shivers spread like ripples on water through her body, particularly as she withdrew the limb back towards her body.
Could he... speak? The groan made her doubt it, along with the fact half his face was missing. She could have called the remaining flesh intriguing, visually, but she had no other reaction to the zombie. Well. That wasn't exactly true. Her features were quickly shifting into those of vague... disgust. Unease. As she watched though, unable to decide if she should be staring at the eye with a lid still capable of covering it, or the one bare as could be, she was rather impressed by the realization it wasn't an empty look. He was capable of speech. Choppy and not without... interesting sights concerning his physiology (she would admit a slight curiosity in seeing how the muscles moved). But not the most unpleasant voice she'd heard. Bonus. He was attempting to be polite.
Her head inclined, accepting his apology before watching him throw a round of darts. Well. His aim seemed to be better than hers... how. A twinge of pride stung at her. How did he do better than her... that was sort of insulting really.... The offered hand interrupted her thoughts, gazing for a long moment at the white bone. Her eyes flickered to his face, unsure if it was normal for her stomach to roll a little at the effect the smile had on his features. He was being polite.... "Agsilved." Simple response, but she extended her ink stained hand to grasp the one he offered. The feeling of sinew and bone against her skin was... peculiar. Glancing down along his forearm, one side of her mouth perked up. "Your name is... fitting."
Releasing his hand, she was somewhat startled by the sudden new inclusion of cold air near her. Glancing towards Spinar, she lifted a brow. Didn't he have others to speak to? She glancing back to Rosy, confused why the ice demon was now over with her and Chains. It was then she noticed the two other boils near the ghost ghoul and cocked her head. One of them certainly had interesting tastes in clothing, something she approved of. The other... well. She glanced a few times between him and Chains, both having exposed muscles. Was he another zombie? Or something else? There was no real chance to say hello or ask questions, though she did raise a hand in greeting towards both. Her attention was quickly drawn back to the two closest to her when Spinar made his... introduction. Or rather, his name he introduced himself with. "I didn't realize you were so social," she chirped to the ice demon, swaying tail flicking carefully over the icy spikes of his tail. She didn't know why he chose to move away from the other group, but it wasn't her place to kick him out.
Glancing at Chains again, she looked back where his darts had landed. "You're not bad at this... I half expected the darts to just fall to the ground." Unkind though her words might have been, there was a smile on her face as she looked back to Chains. Picking up a few more darts, the smile shifted into a smirk. "Care to prove me wrong again? We can see who's luck is better."
Without waiting long for the zombie's response, the dragon flung out the darts one by one. With each POP, her smile grew. Her tail swung almost merrily through the air behind her, pleased as could be for the outcome. Sure she might have hit some of the black balloons... but all those pink ones! Maybe this game was fun....
Laughing outright, she grinned towards the boils. "Well then. Let's see how you do this time, Chains." Pausing, her smile became rather wicked as she added, "How did you do in your shots, Siku~?"
Hearing Rosy's voice, she looked over to the ghoul and lifted a hand to wave to her and the two boils. Scarentine making booth? She hadn't seen that one yet, though it did sound interesting... Would ink be an acceptable crafting option? "It was good seeing you again, Rosy. Perhaps we'll run into each other later?" Hearing the comment about pouring glitter on Spinar though... she had to use her hand to muffle the snicker that popped up at that. Oh wouldn't that be a sight.
Balloons Hit: X Score Total: (5 - 2) + 3 = 6
Paynes Gray
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Torvil
Mainly quoting since Agsil did notice your boy and yeah couldn't really have her go over to interact since was dead from work most of today fff but uh maybe later? owob
face your demon
Same as aboooove sorry I couldn't shove her over to properly say hi ;;~
Lumikki stood looking at the booth yet again, why she had bothered coming back to this booth she wasn't sure but she did. And that meant she was going to try and play the game again. Hopefully after the little stint she had in the cafe she'd be able to do a better job this time. Taking the dart she took aim.
Opening her eyes she smiled happily she managed to hit more pink balloons this time. She also managed to hit almost ALL the heartless balloons too but...the pink out weighted the heartless right?
Completely elated from her first attempt it was only prudent to try again. Perhaps today she would come out ahead! As she tossed the darts at the board she couldn't help but frown out of eight darts only 4 of them actually hit anything. Luckily only one this time was a heartless balloon. Things seemed to be looking up for her. Perhaps one more shot and she'd be lucky enough to wander away with a prize today.
He was getting so much better at the thrusting himself in to the fold and just enjoying snapping at the balloons.
Only one was remaining from this group of eight, which almost put him off.
I'll get you next time.
Balloons Hit: Score Total: 3 - 2 + 2 + 3 = 6
Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 5:30 pm
OnionGrump
question, sorrytobotherrrrrr <3
I posted yesterday, and I think I won a heartless behemoth otokoyo? (and you said to quote you in your post this morning if we hadn't received it) If I did something incorrectly, then my bad x'D
Taking a deep breath she tried one last time. Blinking as she hit the first pink balloon feeling happy and prideful in the fact that she wasn't failing like last time. Only to be completely let down when she hit the two heartless balloons and managed only one more pink balloon. Frowning she felt only a little better after her performance today. It went a little better she thought as she perked up actually it went a lot better she was going to be able to walk away with an adorable little pet today. And possibly tomorrow would be better still. Nodding happily she went to go find the person to turn her scores in to.
Smiling happily she walked to the front of the booth. "Hello? I'd like to claim a prize if I could"
Rep wasn't a huge believer in good or bad luck when it came down to it, things just happened regardless, often to undeserving people. It was all chaos and anarchy, not controllable or changeable, not really.
Sometimes a bit of superstition never hurt anyone though, not in a place where a lot of those superstitions were happily walking around and popping balloons. Anything was worth a shot, and with the particular thing he had in mind, there was nothing to lose.
Taking a break from shooting for just a second, he wandered over to Harrison and without so much as a word of warning, kissed him again, smirking into it. When he broke off he added in explanation "Maybe this will."
There really wasn't much saving his score, but he no longer cared he was losing.
Balloons Hit: Score Total: -2 Rep you are terrible
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