[Fauna's not dressing up- Why would she need to? People seem content to assume her fox ears are part of a costume, and leave her alone. So she's just investigating around... Spotting the pumpkin booth, it seems easy enough. So she picks one up, looks at the challenge... and slams it back down.]
Hell no.
ii. funhouse
[Fauna's mood only seems to be getting worse as the month goes on. She's already prickly at the best of times, but now she's even more irritable and snappish than ever. She needs a place to cool off, a place to be alone... so she tries the funhouse.
And there, her reflection shows too much. A boy with scruffy, black hair is found by a glowing goddess. The boy transforms- The fox-armored figure people have seen Fauna turn into. The figure hands out strange seeds, and people transform into monsters, and the armored figure soon fights those monsters. The boy then is consumed by fire, turning into Fauna.
"You still want to destroy it all." The voice haunts her. "You haven't changed. You're just so desperate that someone might love you that you're faking-"]
Shut up!
[... Fauna punches the glass, her fist transformed into gray armor. She turns to glare at anyone else around, to see if they saw.]
iii. witch hunt
[By the time of the witch hunt, the reason for Fauna's anger becomes apparent- She seems to just be radiating heat. The effects of her sentencing are burning her up. Even if it's cold out, she just gives off clouds of steam, and it does nothing to help her.
Someone tries to direct her to the witch hunt. She grabs a hat... and leaves a scorch mark on it from her hand.]
Tch...
[She's trying to leave, but it's crowded. She's going to just try to force her way through the crowd, but be careful- If she touches you, you might get burned.]
[How curious and amusing. Whether she minds or not, he draws closer, intent on figuring out what the fuss is all about. Aren't these things supposed to be "fun", anyway? Even he's starting not to think TOO much about his costume.]
[He notices the heat, an eyebrow lifting at its intensity as much as her reaction. Still, he doesn't seem too bothered. A calm before a storm.]
I was busy trying to figure you out. You obviously wanna play the game, dontcha? Otherwise, why'd ya pick one of these up?
[And, after he fits the mask back to his hat, he taps a pumpkin bobbing on by. Slowly, it floats up out of the water and hovers before them, defying gravity as she knows it.]
Well? Will this one do?
[He's polite enough to let her read it; it'll be her prize, after all.]
[What's with her now? Are all the people like this here? He doubts she wants him any closer, so he utilizes gravity to hand it over and she still..! He can really pick them, huh?]
Ok, Flares, have it your way, but something tells me that won't be easy unless you play.
[So he turns it. Exhales as the message makes him realize his crime all the more. Defining his humanity without even knowing something as basic as...]
So, you coming or not? There might be more tickets in it if we go together. [It's the only hint he gives before he turns on his heel and starts towards those stalls at such a careful, casual pace. A hummed tune not far behind.]
That's all? Huh. You really don't wanna see what all the fuss is about with these food stalls? They smell pretty good, you know.
[He keeps a few paces ahead. If only because he figures she has something going on with the heat he felt earlier when offering her his mask. It won't stop him from carrying on a conversation. After all, there's no reason not to. Even he wants to enjoy something he's never experienced before. Even if it's somewhere... like this.]
[It's that statement that makes him wonder if she's ever gotten the chance to try any of these things, either. Does she even want to..?]
So, even after we find the best meat one of these stands has to offer, you still wouldn't wanna try another speciality they offer here?
[His head tilts with that. Geuine. Curious. Just what the hell is this place to make others struggle so much? It reminds him of his days in the slums and he doesn't like it.]
fauna | original character | current
[Fauna's not dressing up- Why would she need to? People seem content to assume her fox ears are part of a costume, and leave her alone. So she's just investigating around... Spotting the pumpkin booth, it seems easy enough. So she picks one up, looks at the challenge... and slams it back down.]
Hell no.
ii. funhouse
[Fauna's mood only seems to be getting worse as the month goes on. She's already prickly at the best of times, but now she's even more irritable and snappish than ever. She needs a place to cool off, a place to be alone... so she tries the funhouse.
And there, her reflection shows too much. A boy with scruffy, black hair is found by a glowing goddess. The boy transforms- The fox-armored figure people have seen Fauna turn into. The figure hands out strange seeds, and people transform into monsters, and the armored figure soon fights those monsters. The boy then is consumed by fire, turning into Fauna.
"You still want to destroy it all." The voice haunts her. "You haven't changed. You're just so desperate that someone might love you that you're faking-"]
Shut up!
[... Fauna punches the glass, her fist transformed into gray armor. She turns to glare at anyone else around, to see if they saw.]
iii. witch hunt
[By the time of the witch hunt, the reason for Fauna's anger becomes apparent- She seems to just be radiating heat. The effects of her sentencing are burning her up. Even if it's cold out, she just gives off clouds of steam, and it does nothing to help her.
Someone tries to direct her to the witch hunt. She grabs a hat... and leaves a scorch mark on it from her hand.]
Tch...
[She's trying to leave, but it's crowded. She's going to just try to force her way through the crowd, but be careful- If she touches you, you might get burned.]
i.
[How curious and amusing. Whether she minds or not, he draws closer, intent on figuring out what the fuss is all about. Aren't these things supposed to be "fun", anyway? Even he's starting not to think TOO much about his costume.]
C'mon, was the challenge that bad?
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But still, she glares.]
You're welcome to try to find it yourself, if you're so curious.
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[He's teasing her, lopsided smile and all, but all the same he takes it off and holds it out in a way she can observe it at her leisure.]
Take it up with the costume tent, but I think it's harmless.
Anyway, I can sift through these damn things all day, but that still won't tell me which one was yours~.
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Her body is... a bit too hot. Chuuya may notice that it's a bit like she's burning.]
Sounds like a personal problem, then. Not my problem if you're too blind to keep track of one pumpkin.
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I was busy trying to figure you out. You obviously wanna play the game, dontcha? Otherwise, why'd ya pick one of these up?
[And, after he fits the mask back to his hat, he taps a pumpkin bobbing on by. Slowly, it floats up out of the water and hovers before them, defying gravity as she knows it.]
Well? Will this one do?
[He's polite enough to let her read it; it'll be her prize, after all.]
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I don't want to play the game, I just want the prizes. Food's all I'm here for.
[She's ignoring the pumpkin, in favor of Chuuya.]
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Ok, Flares, have it your way, but something tells me that won't be easy unless you play.
[So he turns it. Exhales as the message makes him realize his crime all the more. Defining his humanity without even knowing something as basic as...]
You said you were here for the food, right?
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[Well, given that she's a Japanese girl, it's probably a fake name. But that's beside the point, right?]
Yeah, I am. So what?
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Well, Fauna aren't there food stalls down that way? [he jerks his thumb over his shoulder after he shifts that pumpkin under his arm.]
Since you're here for food, let's go check it out.
[A pause. Since she said her name...]
Oh, and my name's Chuuya, by the way.
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[She's dressed like a punk, but... Still, no money.]
I was trying to get the prize tickets from this game.
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[He jerks his head towards the stands again.]
So, you coming or not? There might be more tickets in it if we go together. [It's the only hint he gives before he turns on his heel and starts towards those stalls at such a careful, casual pace. A hummed tune not far behind.]
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[She doesn't trust this guy, but... Food. Food's important. And if he tries anything, she can just mug him for his money and leave.]
I'm looking for meat, for the record.
gag answer: chuuya's whimsy 🎶
[He keeps a few paces ahead. If only because he figures she has something going on with the heat he felt earlier when offering her his mask. It won't stop him from carrying on a conversation. After all, there's no reason not to. Even he wants to enjoy something he's never experienced before. Even if it's somewhere... like this.]
powerful whimsy
[It's an easy answer, from someone who seems used to not always getting food.]
it's gotten him so far. :>
So, even after we find the best meat one of these stands has to offer, you still wouldn't wanna try another speciality they offer here?
[His head tilts with that. Geuine. Curious. Just what the hell is this place to make others struggle so much? It reminds him of his days in the slums and he doesn't like it.]
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I guess if I can? But that seems like asking for trouble, when I'm already full enough.