Tanabata Festival

[memento_mods]

Who: Any participants
What: Tanabata Festival. Feel free to assume small prizes (plushies/goldfish/whatever) from participation. Note any money spent in journal entries, if you would.
Where: City park
When: August 7 - August 13
Warnings: Please keep the content here PG-13. Take it to the journals and lock it if it gets any naughtier than that

Comments

[lillovefreak]

"Wow!" Flonne exclaimed as she walked into the festival grounds. Her eyes practically sparkled with excitement as she gazed around at the various stalls and booths where the games could be found. "This looks like a lot of fun!" She said happily as she walked down the street, her head constantly turning in an effort to see everything. "You two wanted to play, didn't you?" She asked, looking to the two demons that accompanied her.

[hailbeautyqueen]

Etna fluttered alongside the happy little angel. Although she herself wasn't going to be nearly as chipper or bubbly over the festival, she did have to admit that it did look like it would be pretty interesting. At the very least, it'd be a good break from her usual schedule of...harassing people around the apartments. Hey, even that gets boring after a while.

"I wouldn't mind doing a few other things, but I think Prince wants me to kick his ass as soon as possible."

[yournewoverlord]

"Shut up! You don't stand a chance against me in any of these stupid games!"

Laharl considered his motivation for joining the girls to be 100% based on beating Etna. His inner monologue furiously denied the possibility that 2-5% may have had something to do with fun or Love Freak.

[lillovefreak]

"So... Are you good at games, then?" Flonne asked the pair, genuinely curious as she walked with them. She stopped looking around in wonder for once, concentrating on her friends instead.

[hailbeautyqueen]

"Am I good at games?" Etna grinned and snickered. "I'm amazing, of course." While she honestly believed that, she knew she had little to base that on. She certainly hadn't remembered being great at games, but she had played a few while in Memento Eden and she won them all!

...Granted, they were against the Prinnies and that didn't mean much, but still!

[yournewoverlord]

"Are you kidding? I'm good at everything!"

Laharl made his way directly to a strength test. It was a cliched carnival game; hit the lever with the hammer, make the weight shoot up and hit the bell.

Etna and Flonne watching, he swung the mallet with deliberate force. The weight not only hit the bell but propelled it upwards, along with the tower on which the bell was mounted, which launched into the air and quickly out of sight.

He snickered. "Hey, Etna! How are you gonna take your turn now? I WIN BY DEFAULT!"

[lillovefreak]

"Um, Laharl..." Flonne said, looking at the wrecked game anxiously. "Are you sure we won't get in trouble for something like this...?"

[hailbeautyqueen]

"Damn it, Prince! You don't win by default! The game is to compare strength, not see who can break it first!" Grumbling, Etna moved onto the next game.

This one was just as cliched: whack-a-mole. Naturally, you simply took the mallet given and whack each of the moles as they popped out of their little holes.

...Of course, the game was designed for lesser beings. First, she smashed a gaping hole when trying to attack the first mole. Since she missed, she wound up and, with an enormous crash, destroyed the game utterly, moles and all.

"Well...I whacked them. THERE, I WIN."

[yournewoverlord]

"Cheater! You know you missed!"

The next victim was a game of accuracy--tossing a baseball at a stack of bottles to knock as many as possible down. Laharl, of course, missed the stack. As the ball hit the wall on the opposite side of the booth, the establishment creaked before collapsing.

The table and the bottles upon it remained standing.

"DAMMIT!"

[hailbeautyqueen]

"Wahahahaha, great job, Prince!"

Etna plucked up a ball. With a simple, quick flick of her wrist, the ball rocketed at the bottles, shattering them into thousands of pieces of razor-sharp shrapnel that fell to the ground, waiting for poor, unfortunate--and preferably barefoot--people later in the day to step on them.

"And that's another win for me~!"

[yournewoverlord]

"Gah!"

Laharl went straight for the dunk tank, and without giving the poor souls operating the game time to react, he flung a small Overlord's Wrath at the target, the blast smashing the tank open and blowing away much of the booth. Neither of the men were within the blast radius, but both made a point of running for their lives.