Re: Reisen disagrees with one of the tagsmaocontentOctober 10 2009, 20:10:06 UTC
"I didn't know where it was! This place is huge!" Mao complained in his defense. "Besides, this one has its own ticket booth right there, see?" He pointed to the front of the wicked tent. Sure enough, there was a lone demon sitting at the counter.
Yeah, sorry, but it would make following a few things easier.maocontentOctober 10 2009, 21:21:37 UTC
"Something interests me about this place," Mao murmured. "It's as good a spot to start as any."
With that, he started towards the booth. The demon watching the stand greeted. "Come see the Nation of Fools! A twisted haunted circus that's certainly not a miserable little pile of secrets!"
"Right, right..." Mao muttered, plunking his ticket down. "I hope you guys pull an interesting show."
Something about Reisen's trepidation made Mao grin. He couldn't pinpoint it, but alas, if only he could take notes!
But enough about that, he stepped into the massive circus tent... wait, was it this massive on the outside?
He glanced out for a moment. Yeah, someone's screwing with space. "Hmph."
The tent itself seemed to look worn down and creepy, yet lively and dangerous, like the bad side of town during the evening. He saw a motley crew of demon clowns, happily juggling severed heads. Upon the two of them entering, one gave Mao a twisted sneer. "Let's play!" He snarled happily before making the heads disappear and tossing Mao a playing card.
Mao preferred to head-tilt and dodge the incoming card, making sure Reisen was out of harm's way. Just as well, since it wedged itself in wood with enough force that it could have likely pierced him. "They aren't holding back, I see."
Mao sneered and brought his sword down on the closest demon, smashing him to smithereens instantly. Try as they might, the twisted demons here couldn't hold a candle to either of them.
"Well done..." Said the fallen body of one of the demon clowns. "But can you find your way out? I've got my eyes on you..."
"I? You're dead already!" Mao shot back.
"I am not just me..." He said before cackling and disappearing.
"...yeah. They're pulling out all the stops for this one." Mao noted. He checked on Reisen. "Alive, right?"
"Should have looked this up before hand," Mao weakly reprimanded himself. He turned to Reisen. "But at least it isn't boring. Some upstarts think they can scare me and make you miserable. Let's show them how wrong they are!" With that, Mao made his way up a small wooden trail of stairs, just ahead of Reisen.
Geh. "Well, this is the Netherworld. Things can always go wrong by your standards," Mao advised. "Still, there has to be something you can get a kick out of around here."
Oh wow.
When Mao stepped out, he found that, while gravity was working normally, something was seriously up with orientation. What was with the ground? Why was he facing it instead of standing on it? "Who's idea of a funhouse is this?"
A shaky backwards step, and he inadvertantly knocked over a candle. That was bad.
It spawned... a full plate of turkey! Fully cooked and edible!
As savvy as Mao was, even THAT was enough to make his brain hurt. "...what?"
A Mao on the verge of frustration simply picked it up and ATE it. Ha, that'll teach it for coming into existence out of nowhere! "Let's... not talk about that." He strangely felt a lot better.
He examined the sideways room. Apparently, there was a massive tightrope, and under it, several cannons. One tilted upwards and fired--a humanoid shape shot out of it and landed on the tightrope with finesse and grace!
The strange creature was some sort of beautiful, blue-skinned ballerina. As she landed on the rope, it only took a few seconds before she adjusted perfectly on the tightrope and began calmly walking on it.
Don't you think we should have met at the ticket booth instead of...?
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With that, he started towards the booth. The demon watching the stand greeted. "Come see the Nation of Fools! A twisted haunted circus that's certainly not a miserable little pile of secrets!"
"Right, right..." Mao muttered, plunking his ticket down. "I hope you guys pull an interesting show."
"Heheheheheh, count on it," The demon retorted.
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But enough about that, he stepped into the massive circus tent... wait, was it this massive on the outside?
He glanced out for a moment. Yeah, someone's screwing with space. "Hmph."
The tent itself seemed to look worn down and creepy, yet lively and dangerous, like the bad side of town during the evening. He saw a motley crew of demon clowns, happily juggling severed heads. Upon the two of them entering, one gave Mao a twisted sneer. "Let's play!" He snarled happily before making the heads disappear and tossing Mao a playing card.
Mao preferred to head-tilt and dodge the incoming card, making sure Reisen was out of harm's way. Just as well, since it wedged itself in wood with enough force that it could have likely pierced him. "They aren't holding back, I see."
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"W-wait, what kind of circus is this? Are they actually attacking us?!"
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No dice. "Looks like we need to find a traditional exit. Geez, gamespaces like this are annoying!"
So the question was level grind or stategic retreat (or in layman's terms: Fight or flee?)?
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Reisen let out a sigh, before sending a spray of danmaku flying at the demons.
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Mao sneered and brought his sword down on the closest demon, smashing him to smithereens instantly. Try as they might, the twisted demons here couldn't hold a candle to either of them.
"Well done..." Said the fallen body of one of the demon clowns. "But can you find your way out? I've got my eyes on you..."
"I? You're dead already!" Mao shot back.
"I am not just me..." He said before cackling and disappearing.
"...yeah. They're pulling out all the stops for this one." Mao noted. He checked on Reisen. "Alive, right?"
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She sighed, rubbing her arms unconsciously as she looked around.
"... I was hoping to relax, and not... this," the moon rabbit mumbled.
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Oh wow.
When Mao stepped out, he found that, while gravity was working normally, something was seriously up with orientation. What was with the ground? Why was he facing it instead of standing on it? "Who's idea of a funhouse is this?"
A shaky backwards step, and he inadvertantly knocked over a candle. That was bad.
It spawned... a full plate of turkey! Fully cooked and edible!
As savvy as Mao was, even THAT was enough to make his brain hurt. "...what?"
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He examined the sideways room. Apparently, there was a massive tightrope, and under it, several cannons. One tilted upwards and fired--a humanoid shape shot out of it and landed on the tightrope with finesse and grace!
The strange creature was some sort of beautiful, blue-skinned ballerina. As she landed on the rope, it only took a few seconds before she adjusted perfectly on the tightrope and began calmly walking on it.
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