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Kriss's first fight was also a loss.

Junius reports a loss

((XD I know, I was just trying to think of what the reward would be, since Taz was fairly high up in the non-demi rankings already.))

Hexynia looks over Taz, then thinks for a moment before speaking. "I promote you, Taz, to the rank of Black Shuck. This is the highest ranking one may achieve before one is considered for the possibility of becoming one of my Demi's."

(This is a little madness for any Carnies who want to respond to some rp chaos fun! This is just to add some rp flavor to the event for your pockettu. Sinbari and I hope you enjoy our little madness! You can read the prolog and planning to this post Here.)



Dervire had worked long and hard preparing a chariot for it's wild ride through the carnival. With iron bars reinforcing the small one person basket, heavy wooden wheels with inches long spikes rounding the circles. Several pockets filled with light bulb grenades filled with tacks and Easter eggs filled with bleach were loaded and ready for lobbing. Dervire adjusted his eye patch over his missing eye, then brushed some dust off the symbol of Martyr painted on the side of the chariot. "All is in order Yanamari!" He declared as he stepped into the chariot and snapped a net across the back to keep himself from falling out.

Yanamari had left most of the details of construction to the cat, but of course helped where it mattered, especially when it came to her being the one to pull the contraption. Chains were attached to the chariot, and on the other end, instead of a degrading and bulky harness for the centauress, were clamps. They attached simply but solidly to the rings in her backside, allowing for easy removal if needed. She had also put the chariot through its paces with a test run, helping Dervire find and reinforce weak spots, as well as getting him used to the speed with which Yanamari could manage. While the cat had his proverbial bag of tricks, she was wielding dual swords, resembling cutlasses, to better help cause damage and defend herself, and possibly the cat as well. "Good, it's about time," she snorted at him as he strapped himself in. "This shall be a most interesting evening," she chuckles, heading off out of their camp and in the direction of Venezia's carnival.

"Hey. Like a tsunami, you can't rush a force of perfect nature." Dervire snapped in a rather good natured voice. His tail flicked behind him and he grabbed hold of the edge of the chariot. Dervire took a deep breath, then pointed forwards. "And lets be off! Time to deliver some chaos and pain!" He declared.

Yana just snorted again at the cat's theatrics and headed out. She didn't go to top speed just yet, preferring to save some of her energy, but she did make good time getting to the carnival. She looked over her shoulder at the cat, and grinned. "Ready?" she asks him, but doesn't wait for a reply before turning back around and picking up the pace, barreling into the carnival at full speed. If there were any guards there, she was not about to slow down for anything or anyone, as they began their destructive whirlwind around the carnival grounds.

Dervire found the ride to the carnival much easier then the test run last night. When they arrived, his only answer to the question posed by Yanamari was a maniacal sort of grin and the hefting of a light bulb in one hand.

Like a wildfire unleashed on dry woodland, Yanamari and Dervire raced through the streets of the carnival. Dervire left the direction and pace up to Yanamari, while he focused on flinging his self made grenades at anything that moved. Anything colorful or with some sort of image on it's surface he lobbed Easter eggs full of bleach at. Any follower that he managed to spy he whipped a light bulb filled with tacks at. Somewhere amid the run he began to laugh. His head tossed back as a howl of laughter shook his body.

The duo raced through the carnival, wrecking whatever was in their path and attempting to inflict damage or injury on anything else within their range. With Yanamari pulling the chariot after pockettu to try and run them down, or slashing at them with her blades. Even cutting random ropes that she drew close enough. Together they raced through the carnival, and then out again. Leaving the carnies to make of the event what they would.

Antarmur'ss strides back through the carnival, brushing off his armor as he does so. "I have defeated the Defender." He states with a flick of his hair.

Zeran trotted out into the open to see what all the commotion. An object flew at him and he reacted with a swift strike of his staff, shattering the glass and sending a spray of tacks raining down. He reared in surprise and rage, his eyes locked onto the weaponized cart as it tore through the camp. He frowned and narrowed his eyes behind his mask before taking off after the cart with great speed. Hooves pounding on the ground he made a black and white streak as he ran up alongside the cursed centauress and swinging his staff to try and trip up the beast.


Black Death lay on the ground at Lina's feet as she treated the injured while brightly singing something about darkness and bloody wounds. Then there was a sudden explosion of sound from outside the healers tent. Lina glanced to the tent door and Black Death rose to stand on all fours, ears pinned back to his head, growling. Lina patted Black Death on the head. "Go get it." She bubbled like a child might tell a dog to fetch. Black Death flicked his tail and bolted from the tent and ran straight at the taur and cart barreling down the path towards him.

Black Death trots back to the healers tent Victorious with jagger's sword in his blood-stained teeth like a puppy happily bringing a ball back to it's master.