CARNIVAL MEGATHREAD

[crown_of_poppy]

[ WHO ] : Heather Morris and OPEN
[ WHERE ]: The Carnival --
[ WHEN ]: All weekend Friday, June-12th- Sunday, June 14
[ RATING ]: (use G, PG, etc.) TBD
[ WARNINGS ]: TBD
[ NOTES ]: Want to Join in on the carnival action? Post your character's experiences here!

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BUMPER CARS [open]

[flawedrevenge]

There had been that draw to the place, but more than that, a curiosity. To know further what it was they were facing here in this town of horrors. The curios drives of the shouldbedead, the potential reasons for why such a place was to be erected at the cost of all others [not that he held any fear of the dark, but for an event of such a scale, it was worth nothing whatever reasons - if only on sheer whim - there was for these recent developments].

The grounds had been perused, every ounce of fight in him on alert. Like s festival and yet. . .not of any sort he had witnessed before. There were games, yes, a twisted menagerie of them, along with various forms of entertainment that generally affronted his good senses as a ninja.

However, it was this current attraction that had him at the moment. Despite the noise, seemingly harmless. Run down. Just like the rest of this park. But just as he had been set to cross, a stir from one of the devices. One that already had him leaping back as the metal bars were rattled, a car having shot straight in like an animal, starved and vengeful for it.

In his hand, Kusanagi, ready, the fading vestiges of lightning sparking from the blade. The car, however, relatively untouched by the jutsu, scarred only by the sword. Whatever it was driving these things, electricity wasn't going to counter them easily.

Re: BUMPER CARS [open]

[petalsofdeath]

Oddly, this was the first person Marluxia saw that he was convinced was a human. One of the other tenants, he mused. Attacking a toy car.

A possessed, malevolent toy car, but a toy nevertheless.

There were more, he could see, circling around the metal rink like sharks, likely a deadly situation for the youth. Not normally being one to step in, he went forward anyway, his scythe appearing at his hand in a shower of petals. He could play nice, make a potential ally... or at least, use this ride as an outlet of his endless frustrations. Cautiously and silently, he moved in, stepping lightly on the ground. Rather than jumping into the ring, he leapt up onto the low railing keeping the cars in place, knowing that he had to be careful, or risk falling in.

"Are we directing traffic here?" He asked, his sly smirk shadowed by the unnatural lights and the tilt of his mask.

BUMPER CARS [open]

[flawedrevenge]

Aware of it, that presence, long before Marluxia uttered a word. A brief glance back, no more than a flick from the corner of eyes that could have been all too easily missed, to confirm that what approached had been human. He seemed enough so, at least. A fact confirmed moments later with attention on the cars, an attitude towards him.

Definitely not another specter of this carnival.

And the scythe? Sasuke felt the smirk claim his lips as his gaze returned to the cars.

"Who are you?"

Arrogant, perhaps even the slightest bit amused. In the way that he wasn't exactly, a dry humor to line that curve of his lips. It wasn't as though he couldn't have handled the situation himself. not like he couldn't walk away from it entirely either. There's a sharp flick of the sword, metal cutting air.

Re: BUMPER CARS [open]

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia's legs tensed, his eyes focused on the nearest car, driving towards the gate at high speed, timing his jump to the inevitable crash, before leaping into the car, crouching slightly to let it take him where it will, swatting at the other cars as he flew by them in an erratic pattern.

"I am called Marluxia. And yourself?"

BUMPER CARS [open]

[flawedrevenge]

This would be called putting to others to good use, would it not? Sasuke watched, expression unchanging, as Marluxia took his joy ride around the ring. As for himself, he stood perched on the railing, taking in all the scene afford him - his temporary ally's abilities [the least of which he was certain], the play of the cars, the haphazard attack pattern employed all around.

"Uchiha Sasuke," came the reply. Coolly efficient and offering nothing as far as emotion. About as devoid of it as a desert's day.

But the sword remained unsheathed. He had learned enough in that one attack to know that metal was best put to use against metal in this case. An eye for an eye so to speak, and as the next car veered headlong at him, ground was stood until the final fleeting seconds. A strike, and one car rendered utterly useless beneath it.

Unwilling to linger to long on the floor, he was back on the railing, back to watching this farce of a battle as though he hadn't been forced to act in the first place.

Re: BUMPER CARS [open]

[petalsofdeath]

"Were you waiting for someone here?" He asked, keeping his body loose to brace against the impacts as the car crashed haphazardly into the the railings an other cars.

BUMPER CARS [open]

[flawedrevenge]

"No."

As simple and concise as that. There is no one he is waiting for, not in this place. Merely caught in a moment, between here and there. And this matter now? To be handled as necessary, though why he lingers is a point of contention within him.

Even now, there's a flick of his gaze to the left, out over the walkway between the bumper cars and the beckon of some other game. Just as surely riddled with malice as this ride itself. The whole carnival, it would seem, the air singed with that ominous air.

"Do you make it a habit of leaping into battles like this?"

His gaze returns to the mess at hand, the wounded cars that still seem into on charging. For now, circling at the end like sharks getting a taste for blood. His attention has never left them, though he carries no killer intent regarding the situation.

He can take it or leave it.

(I finally came back!)

[petalsofdeath]

"Actually, I do not." He replied candidly, bracing his heel against the lip of the car. "Though perhaps I should. Slashing at these... things has been rather cathartic." His lips quirked in a dead smile at the notion. "Perhaps though, it is my standards that have been lowered."