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It had taken all week for Larque to muster up the nerve it took to make the journey through the city, and out to the pier. Celebrations such as the one being held were wholly distasteful to him. The noise, the added crowds, the stupid tourists, none of it held any appeal. The only part that might have salvaged it for him were the games, and due to unforseen delays, he had missed capture the flag. It didn't upset him too much, but now there was a single reason for his visit, and it was Tamiya herself. He showed up later in the evening, observing her booth at a distance first before making his approach. He was still getting used to her being around again, and had been a bit scarce since their first reunion. Despite the unsavory surroundings, he wanted to at least attempt to show some form of solidarity, and so there he was, lurking around her booth.

He pocketed a pamphlet when he thought no one was looking, before distancing himself from the booth, eyes glued on the tiny plush toy sitting on the counter. It took all his willpower not to curl his lip, and he focused on the dunking vat instead. It seemed Tamiya had left momentarily, leaving volunteers to shout vulgarities at the waiting crowd. Well, that was a little bit interesting, wasn't it? He watched with a neutral expression as one troll after the next splashed into the waiting vat of orange liquid. Jostled forward, he wasn't sure what exactly had possessed him to go along with such an idea, but in a very stupid way, it was tantalizing. Would Tamiya have wanted him to, pressured him to?

She'd been showering off her previous dunk as he climbed up into the seat, tensing up as he suddenly found a crowd of eyes trained on him. With his teeth bared, he swallowed, think pan churning as he got ready to release the nastiest thoughts he could muster. "SNOTSLAGGING MORONS. I DARE YOU WORTHLESS FOOLS TO TRY TO HIT ME. None of you are worthy, you shitslinging sadsack excuses for trolls, you gutragged, ********, thief fingered, ******** LOSERS. HIT ME OR GET THE ******** OUT OF THIS CITY." His curses might not have been as explicit as some of Tamiya's, but the pure venom in his voice made up for it. He ended the tirade with a wrathful roar, which was swiftly cut short when someone finally hit the depressor. Hitting the soda was a nasty shock, and the greenblood spluttered to haul himself out, looking like a wet gnawbeast as he flopped onto the ground.

eostre saw a kid win one of the prizes and never wanted something as badly as she wanted the weird plushie!!

Free stuff? Worth a shot.

As he waited his turn, Adamaz perused one of the complimentary pamphlets. Apparently, being "down with the clown" meant enjoying the "religious sermons" blaring over the boombox at the booth. Shame. He thought the masks or whatever looked cool.

When Adamaz walked up to the Juggalo booth, he cleared his head of the religious slam poetry echoing from the boombox, hefted a ball, and gave it a good toss.

It connected with the trigger, and the resulting fizzy splash spread the sticky smell of orange flavoring through his nose.

Adamaz blinked. He did not think he'd make that shot.

Cool.

He was not looking forward to interacting with the jeering clown lady, though. Perhaps he did not think this through. Might as well get it over with.

He turned towards the booth and pointed at the tank. "Did it. Give me the plush."

Maihue loved walking around and looking at all the others booths. This particular booth she had walked by several times, but was usually too nervous to actually attempt anything. This time though, she thought why not?

Maihue picked up the ball, stared at the target for a bit. She seemed to be focusing in on it. She threw at what she thought was a correct angle, but was off. Very off. Maihue squinted at the target, and then slowly turned and nodded at the highblood, took a pamphlet and left while examining it.

You are all soundly dunked! Tamiya gives you your tickets.

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Hearing a familiar voice, Tamiya gasped. "Larque...! You are here!" She was choked up. He was speaking her kind of speak! There were no words. She took him in a tight hug, feeling the squelch as she pressed into him.

Aandes laughed yet again - something he wasn't controlling. His normal laugh had a bit of a warble to it, and it was frankly embarrassing. He caught himself laughing and feigned a cough to draw attention away from it. If only the two weren't around this highblood - they may be able to talk more candidly.

"Likewise!" He took Sinter's hand in his and gave it a firm shake. Aandes' lips curled into a sly smile. "I could say the same thing about you."

He didn't want to directly ask what the troll was doing here (in case his purpleblood friend didn't take kindly to such questions), but the opportunity couldn't be passed up. Aandes knew just how to get his answer. "I might skip the sugar coated sales pitch, but I'd like to chat with you again. Do you think you might stop by the boardwalk later? There's a tucked away little cafe that's to die for, if you can make the time for a scalding hot hustle and delicacy break,"

Gagging from the orange soda in his nose and mouth, it was hard for Larque to smile, but at the sound of Tamiya's excited voice, the sharp look in his eyes dissolved into something softer. Her embrace made his breath hitch, and after a tense second, he returned it awkwardly, still unused to such gestures. "Had to come see what you were up to. What a chaotic celebration this has become."

He could vaguely remember previous Bloodfests, and this was the most raucous one he could ever remember there being. The reason for it was obvious, of course (bigger cities equal bigger parties), but it was still offensive to him nonetheless. "Have you been well? No trouble here, I hope..." He muttered, glancing around.