thebastion | Let the Festival Begin [Day 143

Who: EVERYONE
Open: Open
When: Day 143 & 144
Where: All over the Bastion
What: The first two days of the Harvest Festival
Format Any
Warnings: None

For the past week or so, it may feel like to some that the Bastion is gearing up for something. And not anything bad, either. Something good and oh so needed. It's not just the people, the Caels and the Ura that are aware of what the coming days would mean if the world was still intact. It's like the very Bastion itself has suddenly gained new life, and there's a power over it that's greater than any person, creature or Core.

Anyone who is still awake as dawn breaks over the Bastion may find themselves inexplicably tired for no reason at all, and unable to give in to an intense need to close their eyes, just for a moment.

When everyone wakes, and I do mean everyone, the Bastion will be transformed. Decorations, lights strung across every angle, wreaths, tables with colorful cloths over them, streamers and banners and so much stuff just seemingly out of nowhere! The entire Bastion, suddenly a vibrant, beautiful place for a celebration. And not just any celebration.

The Harvest Festival!

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Yeah. They're called "Knights" in the Order, actually. I'm... actually a little sad still that I ain't ever gonna get my certification...

One of the ones that survived with me is only fourteen... though she is responsible enough to stay away from it, I suppose.

[Frederic almost argues against using his own shards, but he feels like that would be useless considering who he's speaking to.

He places a few more in, and moves off the stool to allow for Saix to take over.]

Axel's great, even when he's stupid.

[Cue dumb fond look.]

[Yeah, Zia. This is... um... it's a hungry thing spilling soup all over Crona's hair. Crona seems inclined to just miserably ignore the impromptu shower until the girl sits down next to the meister. Crona glances up, then nods. Could be better, but not too bad. Kind of floaty in the head for some reason. Ragnarok considers Zia for a moment, then goes back to stuffing his face.]

And? You can swing a sword and you can rule a kitchen. I know a guy who's a general in the army of a goddess with that exact skill set.

[He smirks knowingly, and points at her.]

Don't sell yourself short.

[ My cute skirted butt you're innocent!!! ]

Frederic ...

[ Okay, let's try this again. ]

The food looks good, doesn't it?

[ She is definitely onto you, bro. ]

Whyyyyyy?

[ Oh no, AZ. She's looking up at you with big, questioning eyes. Though okay, she'll take a sip of water.

But only after nearly dropping it from shaking hands. ]

[That earns a snort, but if he could see her face he'd see that she was actually smiling a little, if only for a second.]

After that last mission, though...

[She can't help it. The doubt always seems to worm its way back in to her, no matter how much she tries to fight it. She doesn't want to go down that road again, screaming to the heavens questions that don't have answers and unable to open her sword, but the longer she's here the more she toes that line again and again.]

[Zulf manages to relax a little as he sees Kid lower his hammer, placing a hand against his chest as he breathes a sigh of relief. That's one battle they won't have to see for today, then. He has an idea of what the Kid has planned, leaning a bit over the edge so he can see that tuff of white hair below him and pressed up against the wall. When he sees Pyth charge, Zulf immediately pushes himself back so that he's not so close to the edge.]

[Doesn't much help his balance, however, and he ends up on the ground for a brief moment although, thankfully, not in the ring.]

[Zulf pulls out a handkerchief from somewhere and presses it up against that gash. He makes a small hushing sound to try and soothe her.]

That would not be surprising in the least. Just relax your body and breathe deep. We'll get you up in a moment.

[The sight of blood doesn't seem to much perturb him. He just presents himself quite calmly.]

...Well, you don't need a certification to help others, if that's the problem. You can do good things as you are.

Yes, I heard about that. I'll be by the entrance to the Skyway when you're all ready.

[It took Pyth a few minutes to shake itself off from ramming into the wall and in that time, The Kid had swapped out his Hammer for his Carbine. You might be asking yourself how he might use a gun to avoid a bull, and that would be a valid question; but he'd thought of something sure as the sun rose and set. He waited once more for the bull to charge him, his finger on the trigger but never quite pulling it, waiting for the right moment until he brought the barrel up and fired from the hip. It was useless in the department of doing damage of course, but it produced one heck of a muzzle flash and quite a bit of smoke from the gunpowder; just enough to throw Pyth off as The Kid rolled past him and once again the bull slammed into another wall. It wasn't a question now of how long the Kid would last...but how long the Arena itself would.]

Okay!

[She's actually pretty excited about this, tail wagging happily behind her back. Oh is she in for a surprise later.]

You can always take the drink away from her if you see her reaching for it.

Ah-- n-no no it's not that!

[A sheepish laugh escapes, blue eyes shifting away]

It was just... a goal I had. I wanted to become stronger. My sister... she's-- she was a genius. Already certified in Dragoon and Doctor. I wanted to be that good someday. Better, if I could.

[She pauses, then adds quietly:]

We lost our dad. I didn't want anyone else to die for my sake.

[He actually wasn't expecting that to work. He's about to just take a seat without saying anything when he pauses and seems to think something over.]

..Thank you.

[Wow that??? feels?? weird???? He's just going to sit down now.]

Mmmm. Reliable like that.

[~~You and your hammer space, Zulf~~

There's another groan, a good deal of stinging and throbbing where she cut her head. She closes both eyes then, leaning her head back a little. Wow, she hasn't been that dizzy in a while. Demon or not, some hits can really knock her on her ass pretty well.]

I'll... heal eventually, it's just gonna take a bit...

Polka and I are close, but I wouldn't ever presume to have that much authority over her. She's quite independent for her age.

[The thanks gets both eyebrows raised, but he tactfully says nothing. There's simply a nod and a faint smirk.

Don't mind Frederic totally hovering behind you, Saix.]

[After a moment of silence, Zulf reaches over to pat her on the back.]

I don't know the exact circumstances, but I can certainly relate to losing parents. It's never easy.

[ /saddog]

... oh. Yes. Yes, it's quite good. Have you had any yet?

[You poor child]

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