[The feed clicks on to show the bright lights of the carnival as from the view of a PCD leaning up against the side of a stall. Eventually, the glare dies down enough to show people passing by, all unfamiliar and dressed in outfits of many different cultures, each person's appearance colorfully clashing with the next.]
[It also shows one Fran,
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.. Mu', what are you wearing?
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The reason why I hate the idiot prince.
[Munch. Munch.]
Did Mammon rob some of the booths?
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[ Though he sounded more amused than anything else, really. Reaching out, Mammon grabbed onto the piece of cheesecake, to take a bite out of it. So much for asking. ]
Perhaps. It's not as if they seemed to care much at all.
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[Fran gives a frown, though he releases the cheesecake, opting to take what looks like a double-fried doughnut out of the pile.]
I don't think they're even real people, like in those horror movies.
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What did you get?
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[ After finishing that bite of cheesecake, he paused, looking over to the bag before giving a small shrug of his shoulders. ]
Things. Things for me, not you.
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[Oh, well. He's munching on the doughnut instead of thinking about it.]
I should have expected that from greedy Mammon.
With your powers back, are you feeling less suicidal?
[Concern? No.]
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[ After he finished the cheesecake, Mammon reached over, pulling a candy bar away from Fran, too, before shoving it under his cloak, for later. ]
I was merely curious on how death works here-- and that seemed like a good chance to test it, since I wouldn't be missing anything worth being around for if it lasted a while.
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[Fran, on the other hand, is finishing the doughnut, walking over to a food stall, grabbing a bag and coming back to shove all of this fried food in it.]
It's like going to sleep. There. Now you know.
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Have you even won anything instead of stealing it yet?
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[ Mammon had enough for now; and he could always get some more later on, too, so he didn't bother fighting Fran for more, no. ]
Aside from things that were merely bought, I've won them all.
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[He slings the bag over his shoulder and turns to the clerk.]
Ch. No thank yo-
[Oh. He's gone. Ah, well. He was too familiar for comfort anyway.]
[He turns back to Mammon.]
What haven't you won?
[A CHALLENGER APPROACHES.]
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[ Smirking. Not that anyone would ever want to win that hat-- really, who would want something that large and hideous? ]
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I didn't want this thing. He just put it on my and wouldn't let me take it off.
I really wanted the bike...
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Steal the bike, then? [ It couldn't hurt or anything, right?]
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[He looks at the stall, looks around for the vendor with the hidden eyes- nope, he's not there.]
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[The bike is gone. Where did it goooo~]
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[ -and Mammon's walking, to search around for a vendor with a bike. It'd be useful for transportation, if his abilities ever decided to quit again. ]
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[It actually seems interesting. He follows, bag of fried food securely in his hand.]
[...Mammon riding a bike is the funniest mental image ever.]
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