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Micillia rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82
Total: 82 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 6:50 pm
 Punkie panted as she finished with the pinata, hard work and dedication, the orangeblood thought to herself, that was the only way. Then the juggalo saw the lollipop game and steadied herself. It was worth a shot. the juggalo stepped up and plucked one off. Disappointed, she chose out a paper flower. Quote: I'M REACHING FOR THE STARS! MY GUESS IS...!! Punkie Vielli Number: 157
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 7:55 pm
Stamina: 24/25 Damage: 1 "YEAHHHHHH HOLLLLYYYY SHIIITTTTTT FROSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Most of the night had been going on like this, honestly.
Emi was hooping and hollering and cheering and mostly screaming. Definitely mostly screaming. But that was okay, because Frossa at times was also screaming, and that meant together, they had a screaming duet. Rock ******** on.
"HOLY s**t FROSSA! OVER TO THE LEF— FROSSA YOU HIT IT! FROSSA YOU—" her words were cut unceremoniously short as Frossa kept going left and right into... well, her. It was hard to see it coming with all that hair, and harder still to make sense of anything as the pole smashed right into her snot-nosed face. Which was was up? Was this what death was like? Damn, she was kinda hoping for more soda. Or Candy.
"Wait, s**t, ********> she was a swearing machine when Maccue wasn't present, "The candy." there was blood pouring down her cheek already from the new abrasion on her forehead. "The candy! Dude! Frossa! We didn't get nothin'." ( ): oh no )
She frowned, taking up her own stick. She didn't really need the blindfold, not with her hair. "It's like," she started saying, teal now dribbling down her chin "Like I was meant for this. I got that natural blindfold going on."
WHACK! Enough smalltalk, Emi had lashed out tried and true. When she peeked from behind her hair, though, it had hardly done anything. Weemp Womp.
"Oh well. Hey, Fross', do I got somethin' on my face?" or perhaps more accurately, staining down her shirt?
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:33 pm
"No," Frossa lied, quietly losing her s**t behind her hand. She just didn't want Emi to stop- she had more swings! They could get some candy, yet. She could clean up when they were done. "You can do this! GooOOOOOOO EMI! MAKE IT BLEED SUGAR!" Frossa did a little kicking dance, cheering her buddypal on.
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saedusk rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:37 pm
Ah, Bloodfest. Aprife always enjoyed the atmosphere that came with the events and the booths and the everything. The air was electric and fun and normally he would've taken this opportunity to romp around like an idiot and simply enjoy himself. This time was different, though. This time he had a mission.
It was a good opportunity. With so many trolls distracted by their temporary escape from reality, it was a choice chance for espionage. The queen's booth had been in his sights first and foremost, but Aprife hadn't quite made it there despite the beeline (heh) he'd been making. It was true there were plenty of other booths he wanted to peek in on before the festivities were over, but as he looked over the ribbon-lined, warmly-lit display, he found himself wondering why in the world Muerte had dragged him in this direction.
Pushing his fake glasses up on his nose—they'd been Tete's idea, among the other pieces of his disguise the good doctor had helped out with—Aprife looked over what the booth had to offer. It was definitely a cheery scene, if nothing else. It had Aprife in a pretty good mood, at least until he noticed a certain bobblehead among the prize pool.
The resemblance to Kursha Vidari was uncanny, as was the other bobblehead's likeness to the troll behind the counter, who now had Aprife's full (and somewhat disdainful) attention. Whoever she was, he began to think her booth might have more information to spare him than he'd originally thought. Was this Muerte's reasoning? Had he noticed it and realized its importance? Or-
When Aprife took a short moment to glance away from Elidae, he noticed the most impressive prize of them all. The piñata plush was cute. It wasn't a bird, and Muerte had only shown any real interest in birds so far, but it was cute like the doctor's birds were, so maybe-? Well, no one said he couldn't have a little fun while he was on his mission. It was tempting to see if he couldn't win that plush as an impromptu present. A little thank you for Muerte's help with everything so far.
Besides, if he stayed long enough, maybe Kursha would show up. With a small hmm, he went for what looked to be the simplest game, and picked a lollipop from the board. Step one in Operation: Secure Piñata (and Other Important Information).
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seekingCylem rolled 1 100-sided dice:
29
Total: 29 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:39 pm
This was super dumb. Rasali had no idea how to act like the fashion-savvy troll she was supposed to be portraying. And yet... That sucker had been lemon and not banana. That counted for a lot in Rasali's book. By the time she'd made it over to the booth, she was starting to question her priorities, but it was too late. She was in plain view if she decided to back out. What kind of troll wasn't interested in free candy? Not one that wasn't super suspicious, that was for damn sure. Rasali picked a green sucker this time. She didn't win a prize, but the candy was lime and not green apple, sooooo.... Totally worth it. Rasali tried to shuffle away from the board and its booth as quietly as the snow would allow.
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Melancholies rolled 4 6-sided dice:
2, 5, 4, 2
Total: 13 (4-24)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:44 pm
Stamina: 21/25 Damage: 2 No? Okay, sweet.
Grabbing the pole again then, she charged with even more reckless abandon. Unfortunately for Emi, she tripped on her face. Fortunately for Emi, she wasn't deterred in the slightest, and hopped back to her feet, slamming into the Pinata with her own body. Her tiny fingers ripped and thrashed against the creature.
Again, it stared at her soullessly.
"Maaaaan." Her shirt. It was so teal. "I think this stuff is rigged." her hands were on her hips, face quizzical. Oh hey, there were free lollypops over here. She grabbed one, not noticing as she smeared blood all over the counter. "Here you go Frossa!" she daintily offered it out to the purpleblood.
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seekingCylem rolled 1 100-sided dice:
65
Total: 65 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:49 pm
Sascha needed a sugar fix if he was gonna keep up with all this walking, and dancing, and extremely violent winter sports. Unfortunately his lusus was definitely against him getting more coffee after that straight mug of syrup and caffeine he'd drank last night. It was any wonder the hotel management hadn't kicked him out into the daylight with the way he'd been bouncing off the walls. Thankfully this booth provided free candy in doses small enough he could eat the whole thing before his lusus could confiscate it. The perfect crime. Sascha pulled a pink sucker off the board and immediately stuck it in his mouth. It took him a moment to realize something had been written on it. Candy and a prize!? This night just kept coming up Sascha. He scurried up to the prize counter to take a look at his options. A clip-on hair bow or a set of nail polishes. This was the hardest decision Sascha had ever needed to make in his entire life. He almost chewed through his sucker stick in his fretting. "Uhhh.... Uhhh... UHHHH......" Sascha looked between all the shinies. Eventually he slapped a hand over his eyes and spun in a circle. Upon facing the counter again, he whipped off his hand and pointed. "HAIR BOW. YELLOW." A short pause. "...PLEASE."Sascha huffed and folded his arms, satisfied with his decision. He shuffled off to the side of the prize display and leaned against the booth to wait for his prize. He was immediately bored. He looked up and around at all of the lights and decorations before settling on the jar full of paper stars. He eyed it carefully. He reached to grab it, but Bagwormother pulled his arm back down by his sleeve. Sascha stared at the jar all the more intensely. "Well there's at least... Eight."Quote: I'M REACHING FOR THE STARS! MY GUESS IS...!! Sascha Diasis Number: 8 blackbird cake The S-man's hex code is #BDB70B
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Melancholies rolled 1 100-sided dice:
72
Total: 72 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:53 pm
IT WAS. PURELY JUST A MISSION.
And they were covert. They were undercover. That was legitimately the only reason Muerte "Always Serious" Perist had accompanied one Aprife Invasi to this absolutely asinine festival. Honestly, it had been all his idea. Muerte was just along for the ride. Sort of. Not of his own free will! Not at all. Just here. Him. Muerte.
And Aprife.
And all these booths. In the cold.
He groaned, somewhat annoyed, but not really to the point that he was demanding they turn around and go right the hell back to the swamp. Actually, it was kind of nice getting out of that parasitic swampbeast infected hellhole. Maybe. It was definitely that, and not because of his company, or because of—
Oh. Was that a giant board of lollypops? Well, alright. Sure.
"I need those." he told Aprife in a way that left no room for argument. Naturally, as he got closer though, he noticed Elidae. And then Kursha. Or well, the bobbleheads. "Aprife," he cleared his throat as he talked behind his medical mask (very quietly as well, as to not incite any sort of suspicion) "We need code names. Also, I need one of those bobbleheads. As in, I want to know where I can get one of myself."
"He pretended" to make it look like he was "partaking in the booth" by "grabbing a lollypop", except then he actually won something. Aprife grabbed one too; "Did you win?" he stopped caring when he noticed he had won but better. Tier two prizes? Oh...
The bows were really quite fetching, but the nail polish stood out more. Except, there were a multitude of options here, and Muerte was very indecisive.
"I'm thinking we can use Tetete for myself." he told Aprife (quietly again) as he pocketed the pale gale and pity to meet you into his satchel. "I cannot stand it, so we must keep the name's usage to a bare minimum, but because of my inherent distaste then trolls that should, hypothetically, recognize us will surely be unable to discern my identity."
Full proof.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:01 pm
"Oh! Oh my~!" Frossa held her hands against her collarbone, expressing her gratitude. "How sweet of you!" She let out a giddy laugh at her own joke, accepting the lollipop. Teal smeared on her hand. "Whoops- I guess you did get some blood on you~" Pointing at Emi's soaked shirt, she shrugged innocently. "Hey- I have some stuff back at the FLARP booth. Let's get you into a, as you would say, 'sick' costume."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:24 pm
"What the heck are you gonna do with a bobblehead of yourself?" Aprife asked incredulously, watching as Muerte went about "pretending" the way he was, with that very casual not-quite-pretending-at-all sort of body language. It was a genuine question. Now, a Kursha bobblehead, Aprife could think of plenty of uses for that one, including but not limited to dismemberment.
If Muerte really wanted a bobblehead of himself, Aprife was sure he'd find a way to procure one. Hell, if he really wanted to, he could probably make one.
"Uh, I guess that works," he responded next, equally quiet (but when wasn't he these nights, unfortunately). Okay, so he didn't sound all that convinced about Muerte's name choice, but no one was going to recognize them, and even if they did by some miracle, Aprife would make sure they didn't have eyes to recognize anything ever again. "Call me... Bombee." Full proof, meet flawless.
"Hey, help me out here, too... I can't decide what prize to take for-" he checked his luckypop draw again "-the lowest tier." The way Muerte had pocketed his own prize so surely (was that nail polish?), he was suddenly positive he'd be the perfect troll to help with this dilemma.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:33 pm
"I would look at it of course. Moron." wasn't it obvious? Who wouldn't want a bobblehead of their own likeness? "Act like the head of intel for more than five seconds, wouldn't you?"For all the venom in his voice, it was basically teasing, not that anyone who was an outsider to their... peculiar relationship would know. He was already sneaking more lollypops into his bag (or attempting to) when Aprife spoke with him again, eye slowly sliding over to look at him. "BOMBEE is ABSOLUTELY ridiculous!" he took a deep breath, "What did I just say? Weren't you listening? I swear, it's in one ear and out the other." sigh, see what he had to put up with?
"And now I have to pick for you t— oh, this is easy. here." he greedily went right for the pop rocks, but not without eyeing the massive lollypop first.
"Alright, Bombee, we are going to return here again soon." he explained very slowly and evenly so that Aprife would understand him. "There is unfinished business to take care of, but first we really must return to our goal, that is— " oh god what was with those snowflake things.
"THIS. We're doing this." he dragged Aprife's arm right over, shoving some scissors into his hand. "Go on now."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 10:02 pm
Head of Intelligence wasn't just a pretty title Aprife was given like a smiley face sticker stuck to his shirt, okay? He was smart, he'd earned it, and heaven for ******** bid he not realize Muerte wanted a bobblehead of himself just to look at it. So they were both egotistical assholes, didn't mean he'd wanna look at his own oversized head constantly nodding at him as if he was always right (even if he was).
If anything, that was the ridiculous thing here, not his perfectly crafted fake name.
"Don't you know I'm always listening to you, Tetete?" he shot back. "I wouldn't hear the end of it if I didn't." Just like he wouldn't hear the end of it if he didn't agree to Muerte's chosen prize, so he took it without complaint. Aprife had asked for help choosing, after all, and he'd been pretty damn impartial either way.
At least it was back to the mission now... Wait, what-? "Okay, fine, but after this it's back to... you know." Aprife literally could not believe he was cutting out a paper snowflake right now. This booth sure was a grab bag of things to do. "There, you happy?" he asked as he wrote his name on the masterpiece, opting for first name only, since he didn't feel like dealing with Muerte's shade at his imagination all over again.Quote: I'M A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE Name: Bombee (Aprife Invasi) ~*~*something special*~*~: I'm patient. (he writes as he looks over at Tetete) Snowflake:
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 10:06 pm
"Oh are you? That's good." yes, very good to know Aprife was listening and engaged. "Actually, I must have your ear again for a moment. It's very important."
Dragging (or more like nudging with this small body, as his hands were occupied with scissors), he led the yellowblood away.
"We need to strengthen our disguise. We'll need last names and additional backstory." honestly, he was a little peeved that they hadn't discussed this sooner. Well, he hadn't really planned on coming, but regardless. He was eyeing the lollypops again, but no less distracted from the conversation at hand.
"We need to forge some sort of infallible relationship. Something completely left field that no one would see coming. What I'm saying is, we're going to emulate a romantic bond to further elaborate our disguise."
Absolutely. Foolproof.
"No one will be able to discern our actual identities this way. You cannot ruin this Invasi. We must be convincing." he clearly wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Now tell me how pretty my snowflake is." step one, obviously. Quote: I'M A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE Name: Tetete Pooffy ~*~*something special*~*~: I'm patient looks @ aprife Snowflake: 
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Doutei rolled 6 6-sided dice:
6, 3, 3, 3, 4, 2
Total: 21 (6-36)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 11:07 pm
Stamina: 21/25 Damage: 11 Ribbons: 5 He'd come back.
He had to see for himself, was that guy still here? The greenblood gulped and did his best to stroll confidently towards Elidae's booth, bee-lining straight for her. To his relief, Kursha was nowhere in sight! Yes it must've been just a misunderstanding on his part! Relaxing, he opened his mouth to start up a conversation with Elidae when she suddenly excitedly wrapped a blindfold around his head and ushered him towards the pinata. He supposed he'd been paying more attention to her face than her words so that's why he had no idea how they'd ended up on this trajectory.
"Elid-Ack, wait- what?" Confused, he wondered if this was her way of teasing him to be playful and decided to go along with it. He liked trolls with a little humor. And the trolls who were a little weird. And especially trolls who were a little cute.
"Hyah! How's that?" After managing to whack the pinata a few times, Nucleo pulled off the blindfold to give Elidae a grin.Quote: I'M REACHING FOR THE STARS! MY GUESS IS...!! Nucleo Number: 152
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Yamashii rolled 6 6-sided dice:
5, 6, 4, 1, 4, 5
Total: 25 (6-36)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 11:54 pm
Stamina: 21
Ribbons: 10
"Time to rock and roll." Cerpin tested the weight of the bat in his hands before allowing Elidae to blindfold him and whirl him around. Tonight he would go with it and be the tornado that she was spinning him into. He would take that pinata by ******** storm and unleash the candy with in. Everyone would freaking adore him.
WHACK wiffle crunch
He tugged his blindfold off to see he'd done decently tonight and had even managed to keep from embarrassing himself again. It was shaping up to be a good evening! Cerpin let out a whoop of joy before going to guess on the jar game again.Quote: I'M REACHING FOR THE STARS! MY GUESS IS...!! Cerpin Sugall (Mickey Yensid) Number: 57
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