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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 11:16 pm
The carnival had come on the city's request. Lighten up the mood. Celebrate the end of quarantine. Besides fun and games, they got something else. Youma. What was a gathering place quickly turned into a youma hotspot. So many starseeds in the open, how could any monster resist? Likewise, how could a senshi? Tonight, a large frog like youma, warty, slimy, and downright ugly was snatching up anyone it's elastic tongue could find. By the time Castor arrived, it had eaten one person already, and had a clown in it's stick grip, another clown desperately trying to save their friend, only to slowly be dragged with them.
Grabbing the nearest item, (an overflowing trash can), Castor managed to shove it in the youma's maw before the end curtain was drawn on the two would be victims. On this note, the clowns ran, leaving Castor to deal with the angry frog beast. Not that he minded. He was fine with that. Puffing up with air it made a loud ribbit before trying to snatch up Castor. When it missed and puffed up again, Castor wasted no time calling out his attack.
POP!
Puffed up Youma frog: 0
Castor: 1
Bonus for the fact it sounded like a balloon popping when it died. If this was a Carnival game, Castor would have won the large prize, (so he liked to think).
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:44 am
In a way Castor was awarded a prize, of a sort. The amphibious youma's punctured hide sputtered and whizzed comically down the carnival walkway and past booths and stalls of all kinds and colors, before finally hitting the ground with a rubbery flop and disintegrating to its familiar pile of moldery dust. There was the also-familiar oily coal lump that was its wasted star seed, and nearby the faint luminescence of the one it had swallowed. Castor might have been able to trade it in for a paddle-ball or something if this had been a Negaverse carnival.
Amidst the general chaos settling back into the minor discord that was expected in a carnival, there was a woman slumped over the kissing booth she was running, dark-haired and unconscious. Five bucks a pop for a kiss, what a rip-off -- but her crystallized soul had to be worth at least that much.
Several booths over there was also someone who looked like they might be on break from running the mad science-themed centrifuge ride from across the park: dark gray labcoat, large rubber gloves, fancy goggles and... well, the pointed metallic shoulderpads were an interesting embellishment, to say the least. However, their attention was towards the booth and not on Castor for the moment.
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