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"I'm not really sure who she was," Abyssa sighed as they walked to his room, "I saw her talking to someone at one of the tables, but I don't know what her name was or anything. Sorry...Oh how CUTE!!!"

She squealed at seeing his two animals in their little beds. She loved most things fuzzy and feathery, "Did you name them?"

((I don't mind, this is fun.))

Erde's ears turned a light shade of red. In humans this could be taken as a form of embarrassment, but in faeries, it was a signal of annoyance. Her thin dark eyebrows creased together.

"What is your extreme fascination with me?" She growled. "I don't need you at all. You could go drop dead and it would be no skin off my ears." Deep down, Erde was shocked at her own behavior. She hadn't been taught to speak to brutally to anyone, not to mention someone who only wanted to help her.

Karoku started thinking.Maybe you should try making some pork or bear or boar or wolf or chicken or turkey or bull or karaboo or bird or hamburgers or meatloaf or aostirj or llama or hot dogs Karoku said.

"You can't go wrong with foreign foods like sushi. Say, did you get a new lamp? I think the room got brighter and it seems like it is eminating from your side of the room." Peter called, before turning around. "Well it's about TIME. That light hurt my eyes." Feeling Blue said. "Wait - you can talk?!" Peter exclamated. "Well, no DUH. If I can make funny tricks like that then I'm pretty sure I'd be able to taAAAAlk. Oops. Sorry. Too much of tehz cocktail." Peter stared at Feeling blue for a moment. "But, I thought - Then that means - But also ... Where did you COME from?!" Peter's words evaporated into thin air when a loud buzzing noise came from outside. A large group of carriages and gizmos were slowing down and stopped a bit away from the village. Short, green figures, humans and more walked out of the carriages. There were big ones and small ones. They set up some things, while a short human-skinned person walked out with a sign that said:

WELCOME TO DARKMOON FAIRE

Peter shook Kar's hand and took Feeling Blue on his shoulder. He hopped out of the window, legs first and landed on another conveniently placed stack of hay. He ran towards the carriages and tents. He walked around, wondering what was going on. There were weird contraptions he'd never seen before. He walked around, and found the short figure with the sign. He walked up to him and asked, "What're you doing here? What is all this?" He said. "This is what you may call a festival, we don't come around often. We have old artifacts, and new technologies you have never seen before. But first, I'd like you to try this. By the way, your hair is a bit messy." He remarked, throwing a metallic box-like thing to Peter. "What am I supposed to do with this crap?" He asked. "Y'see, you move the little sticks on it and press the buttons and this little contraption should start to move around." Peter did as he said, and this little box started to move around. He pressed a button rapidly. Three tiny shots flew out of the box. He pressed a black button with blue swirls on it. A swirl of blue washed over the machine, but nothing else happened. Except that the light-blue swirl appeared under the machine as a charge, it sent the machine flying and it broke through the roof of the inn. Peter's pointy ears titled downward and his mouth turned straight. He returned the device which he was given and ran towards the inn.

Peter walked into the inn as if nothing had happened. He walked to the kitchen, sneaked by any employees and searched around.

Three buckets, twelve cabinets, a supplies room, two boxes, a cooler, but alas, no pile-of-junk. He tried to sneak out when he heard footsteps. He faded into the wall, and into the electrical lines between the walls. He zoomed on the line and reappeared in his room. He looked around when he heard the same sound he heard when he pressed the unique button on the controller.

Peter was pretty sure he could hear a scream, but that was soon drowned out by the commotion of the fair, or faire. Peter walked around, looking for the short man who had assigned him the position of testing the crap. Peter found him sitting on a small stand. He asked him why there was so much of the junk moving around. "You see, it's actually supposed to be a toy. You duel other people's tanks and sometimes you win prizes. I realized that the one carrying the shield ability was bugged. I quickly got my engineers to fix it." He remarked, pointing to a blue-skinned man. "How's ya doin mon?" He waved. "Anyways, I didn't tell you. My name is Silas Darkmoon, I run this faire. Why don't you try some stuff out? Oh, and for being the first tester of my tanks, or 'Tonks', I like to call them, you will get a large bucket of tickets to show my gratitude. G'bye!" Peter looked at the colorful bucket filled with tickets. He carried that around when he wandered about the faire. Gadgets, food & drinks, games, prizes, cards, horses, alot of wonderful things. But one thing that caught his eye was a large shiny object. It was tall, had paint with numbers on it, a large platform and a hammer. He walked over. "Uh, Hi. I'm Peter, and I'd like to take 10 tries on this ... thing." He asked the woman standing next to it. "My name is Kerri Hicks, the strongest woman alive. You are supposed to take the hammer and pound the little platform. The harder you hit, the higher it goes, the more tickets you get. Get it to the top for a bunch of tickets." Peter listened to every word, set his bucket down and grinned. He hit the platform with the hammer. Half-way, six times in a row. He pounded it rapidly three more times. about 90% up the meter. Peter was going to make the last one count. He raised it high, and brought it down with everything in him. He was about to hit the platform, when someone mysterious dropped a black necklace on the platform. Peter picked it up and gazed at it. He shrugged, put it in his pouch, and hit the last one for the bonus.