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voreaciously) wrote2030-07-28 06:03 pm
voreaciously) wrote2030-07-28 06:03 pm
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❛ In the end, there is nothing I can give but nothingness itself. ❜
voreaciously) wrote2030-07-28 06:03 pm
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Thus is one of the mascot-fighters sitting outdoors in a backstage area behind the Big Top. Now that his part in the parade is over, he has removed the big furry head of his costume, for some air, and is leaning back with his paws tucked behind his head, cat feet cross-legged, gazing up at the stars. He is smiling, though it’s the fixed rictus of a performer, a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes.
There isn’t anyone else around, even though the area isn’t off limits; it’s just that the general public and his fellow paraders are either watching the show, or have wandered off elsewhere in the city to blow off steam in their own way. The violence was pretty ultra this time. Thus is this catboy left to his own devices, apart from the watchful eyes of a robot sheep or two. Baaa. ]
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Monster attacks and the like are certainly not unusual for her, she sometimes has to take care of them even if she is not qualified to do so in any official capacity. However, violent creatures do not exactly care about matters of state and bureaucracy and are not going to listen to "I apologise, if you would be so kind as to leave me be and wait for the proper authorities?"
The strong survive. The weak do not. That is all.
However, this is the first time where following an attack of some kind, there was entertainment to be had. Amane has time and so she decides...why not? She goes alone, and the performances are often enough to distract her from her thoughts. She's...been to the circus before, she knows it. With her sister and--
ah, but she should simply enjoy the show, not consider anything unnecessary.
Still...curiosity and only curiosity, certainly nothing else, drive her to wander, a little. She isn't certain what she is looking for, but she cannot help it, either.]
...That appears to be hot.
[Here is a young woman, dressed in casual modesty, but her clothes are very nice and well-made, if understated.
She is holding a large cotton candy, her mouth curling a little downward in distaste. She does not care for the heat.]
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Haha... You're right, it is.
[ This girl is, he thinks, a little too old to be charmed by Nyanperowna's antics, so instead he shrugs off the costume entirely (it is hot). Now he's just a young man in a Nyanperowna T-shirt. He smiles at her, sincerely, and pats one of the stools next to him. ]
Want to sit down? You've got cotton candy, I've got candy bars: we'll have a sugar party!
[ He's well-supplied in that regard: there's a beribboned basket of candy bars at his feet, matching his mascot's colors. ]
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[She might have very politely refused, but he mentioned the food. She primly takes a seat next to him.]
Ah, one moment.
[She reaches into her posh looking back to offer him a water bottle. It's sealed and a little foggy with condensation, a tell-tale sign that he can expect it to be chill.]
Please take this.
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[ He beams at her, reaching for the water bottle. He cracks the cap and takes a long drink. It's refreshing.
The girl is well-dressed, and he's glad to see that, because it means she's probably well-fed and has a nice house to go back to and people who love her. At least—he hopes she still has those things. There were casualties in the fighting, after all.
When he's had his fill, he puts the bottle down and gazes at her. ]
It's nice to sit here like this. It was really scary before, with all the fighting and everything.
WOW I MISSED THIS TIME TO REVIVE
[She does not seem overly bothered by it, oddly enough. Perhaps because it's long over, but there is nothing haunted or concerned in her mien, either.]
But you seem to be working very hard, so I imagine it must be refreshing to relax, even if for a little while.
[She tilts her head, a little.]
...Is it scary for you?