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[farmhandhero]

Characters: You know who you are.
Location: Carnival
Date: [Eight hours after this happening.]
Rating: [PG-13]/[R]

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[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy takes a deep breath before heading into Carnival. He'd never wanted to come here and now it appeared that he had no choice. What he did have, however, was a large group ready to face whatever it was they were going to find. He was glad he'd practiced with Kate earlier. He could at least keep some of the bears away, he felt.

The focus here, however, were Asad and Shayn. The wolf had a scent and sure as hell they were going to follow it. He nods to no one but himself as he runs the plan down in his head and who he would need to do what. He was sure Erol was ready to command just as he was. Remy only wanted two things out of this mission. The first was the death of Shayn and Asad. The second was to be there as Asad died.

He stayed behind Kate, Link and Midna, only slightly ahead of the rest of the group.]

[thenotmagician]

[Carnival.

Carnival carnival carnival.

Such wonderful memories. Running around, going on rides, eating cotton candy. That whole thing.

...Too bad this wasn't that kind of carnival. What a pity. He could have gone for some of that fancy cotton-candy-on-a-stick. Oh well. This was serious business. The last time he'd been in here, he'd been killed by a bear. He was more prepared this time. Yeah, he wasn't letting any nasty bear get him this time around.

Mr. Bear, he's still pissed at you. You're still not invited to dinner]

[morequartersplz]

[Jane hadn't said much or anything at all really, during the planning meeting. She hardly expected anyone to notice she was there. But hey, it was a party to go leveling with. She'd been itching to kill something for a while. Bears would totally do.]

[ello_poppies]

[It's not usually his thing to be making an effort for the greater good, especially with no promise of profit in the end.

He is, however, irritated with all of the screaming, being somewhere he doesn't want to be, and at having nothing to do. The prospect of being able to beat people up is irresistible.

He has to admit that this 'carnival' is pretty mardamned demented looking though. Not that it shows.]

[citheronia]

[Moth is more or less new to Camp Carnival; he doesn't remember much of being tortured to death in here, after all. Although the aura of the place makes him want to curl into a ball and scream--not that he'd be very good at either--he just sets his jaw, clenches his teeth and takes a deep breath.

The frills of his ears broaden slightly as the adrenaline rushes through him, and he tries his best to ignore how much this place reminds him of a giant plague. He has a reason to be here, there's nothing that could get him to turn tail now.]