Let the Festival Begin [Day 143 | Day 144]

[bastionmods]

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!

Comments

[hellpyre]

... what's with that look?

[hellpyre]

[She doesn't feel like getting in to it here. Maybe later. For now, though, she looks back with a sad, but appreciative smile.]

Thanks...

[fuckthemancers]

[Once he's a bit more steady, Zulf goes back to watching intently again. He's never really had a chance to see the Kid quite in action now that he's thought about it. Not like this, and not up close. It had been obvious that the Kid was talented with everything he managed to do. Now, Zulf could see for himself just how.]

[Everything just looked so simple, so smooth. Zulf thought back to his own experience with a weapon and snorted quietly to himself. He'd only look more foolish next to someone like the Kid.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Skirt space, get it right]

[Zulf gives a shake of his head, but doesn't deny that idea. She's clearly not Ura or Cael, so who knows what she can do?]

Let's get you out of the ring, then. Where do you think you have something broken?

[croceamors]

Then you'd let her drink if she decided to?

[hellpyre]

[ :|

Well if the flames and tail didn't tip you off the face that her cut is already starting to mend at the edges is a huge red flag towards that.

She would nod if she could without getting blood all over, but she pressing a finger in to her side gently only to yelp at her own touch.]

Ah-- r-ribs, definitely.

[orzelbialy]

Well, I would be concerned as to why she was drinking, as she certainly doesn't seem the type to do so socially. However if she truly wanted to I wouldn't stand in her way.

I would, however... keep a close eye on her.

[Over protective not!big brother.]

[followsthevoice]

[The bull was back now, and it seemed more upset than ever as it vibrated in place; The Kid could understand that. The feeling of helplessness that drove his anger, it was a resonating experience for The Kid; he'd let the god's decide who's drive was stronger here. He tossed his gun to the side, letting it clatter in the dust as he began rolling his shoulders; his eyes never leaving Pyth, nor did Pyth ever move from its spot, only spouting steam from its nose every so often.

It seemed they understood each other just fine. The Kid took a stance and held up his hands in front of him; in the same motion Pyth's vibrations became more violent, their staredown more and more intense until finally the Bull charged for a third time. The Kid didn't move, he had no intentions of moving and with a mighty step forward, Pyth's horns crashed into the Kid's outstretched hands. The force pushed The Kid back a fair ways, but eventually he managed to dig his heels in to a stop; the Bull's body having never fully come into contact with The Kid's...now it was a match of strength between the two. Both of them stood in the center of the Arena pushing back at one another with their heads resting against one another; neither one of them seeing fit to give any ground to the other.]

[croceamors]

[Fuck you, see if he's polite ever again.]

[Saix glances back to glare at him a little bit before he pulls the lever and gets the symbols spinning.]

[Bar... 7, Bar. Saix sighs.]

Well that's not surprising.

[freedom_engineer]

After that last mission, I hope you realize that's what we've got teams for.

[Colin keeps right on grinning.]

You did just fine for circumstances you couldn't have foreseen. You followed my commands to save your life, and you survived.

Yeah, you took some lumps, but you survived. And you showed up when we needed you. Nobody can ask anything more of you.

Who cares if I had to pull you out of the Fire... supressant? We keep this up, you're gonna save my ass plenty. And everyone else's too.

We each bring skills to the table. We each are here for the others.

[Yeah, he's not in charge of engineering because of nepotism. He may not be the most understandable person, but he knows how to at least keep a crew running.]

[fuckthemancers]

Pyth is simply... somewhat difficult. A mechanical bull to begin with isn't something to scoff at. Considering the God behind it too...

[orzelbialy]

[Would you rather he mock you mercilessly for it?]

My view was justified then.

[stormsinbraids]

"If its playing dodge, like it looks, I think I'll just stay aside." She may actually be fit for her weight, but fast will never be her. Although, some spells are coming to mind for- "I don't think using magic as a barrier would be looked upon favorably."

She makes a bit of a face at him. "I'm sure they like to hear such things."

[hellpyre]

Oh...

[That gets her tail to slow, worry coming over her features.]

Well. We'll just have to be careful then.

[fuckthemancers]

Of course. If you ever need someone to talk to...

[He should probably change this conversation.]

Ah, have you tried any of the drinks yet? Caelondia has quite a reputation for them, apparently.

[hellpyre]

[Yes, that would be good.]

Oh, uhm. I sniffed a couple but the alcohol was pretty strong in 'em. I figure if I'm gonna go up against Pyth again later I should probably not be plastered off my ass.

[fuckthemancers]

[That.... That's definitely a thing that's happening. Well. Zulf does his best to focus on the important thing.]

I'll help lift you from the other side, and then we'll get you just far enough so that you can lay down. Alright?

[forhyrule]

[ Zelda follows after, holding her skirts with one hand to keep from stepping on them. ]

Do all of your gods represent opposing dualities, or only Pyth? [ Because it seems strange to her that such contrary forces as 'order' and 'chaos' should exist within the same being. ]

[fuckthemancers]

[...What is he doing.]

[Zulf raises up again to get a better look, brow furrowed and gaze flickering to the discarded gun. This seems almost reckless, and he's admittedly a bit worried. Also admittedly, he's not sure if it's more for Kid or Pyth. There's a look in the boy's eyes that Zulf can spot even from this distance. There's an even bigger hope in him that nothing reckless or sacrilegious is done.]

[When Pyth finally charges, Zulf wants to hell and it truly is halfway out his throat before his breath stops sharply. That... is a sight he hasn't seen through any of the matches. He mutters something under his breath in Ura, not even realizing he's done it, and presses the knuckles of one hand to his mouth as he keeps his eyes locked onto the spectacle.]

[It was anyone's game, now.]

[hellpyre]

I just don't wanna be the weak link, y'know? Back home I was always playin' the hero, I was always puttin' myself in the way 'cause I thought that's what I should do. I could handle it! If anyone was gonna come out of a scrape against a demon alive it was gonna be me!

[she sighs heavily, going to check on the crust before moving back to the counter, resting against it with her arms crossed over her chest.]

But... my friends kept tellin' me I didn't have to do that... and in Kyoto...

[She pauses as her face screws up in an almost pained expression. She's not physically hurting, of course (even if Pyth did give her a run for her money) but it's something emotional that's getting to her. She doesn't even know why she's blathering on like this when before she had been so reluctant to tell Colin much of anything.]

I lost confidence in myself. The more I went forward the more scared of myself I got. I'd get control, but then I'd lose it again. I almost hurt Bon over a stupid argument to the point where Shura had to knock me out!

When I woke up... I couldn't pull Kurikara.

[She paused again, pressing a thumb to the side of her nose and closing her eyes.]

We still won. Me and Bon, we worked together and stopped the Impure King together. But ever since the Calamity happened... ever since we got here I just... feel it creepin' up on me. Again and again. Two steps forward and ten back and I'm just--...

[Yet another stop, but this time she looked at Colin.]

Can you really trust me? Knowin' how close I've come to losin' control of everythin'? What if the next time you need to get your ass pulled outta the fire it's my fire? I don't wanna do that to my friends.

[croceamors]

[Wow where has he seen this behavior before]

Protective?

[aprettyred]

.. Then why are you uncomfortable eating? Is it because you haven't played anything yet?

[aprettyred]

[ The pop startles her. She blinks, eyes opening wide, and she might be running her tongue over the inside of her mouth to see what happened. That was odd. But she tries again, although a little tentatively. Was the popping something wrong?

No, it didn't seem to be. ]

... It pops.

[ But this is a third bite, so it seems the novelty of the fruit is enough to make sure she keeps eating it. She might smile after this bite pops. ]

[aprettyred]

Okay.

[ Anna looks up at the girl and.

This is an important thing to get out of the way. ]

I'm Anna.

[followsthevoice]

[The Kid felt the hot steam against his face and grit his teeth as his muscles strained against the Bull pushing into him; it was putting everything it had into its charge, but the Kid refused to budge. Perhaps it was his anger...anger at being back here, at feeling lied to, at feeling left out when he could have helped. Maybe it was his stubborn pride, his inability to call it quits even when he probably should have...or maybe it was his hope that always seemed to show through. Either way, The Kid found solid footing finally under heel and surprisingly began to push back against Pyth.

The sound of straining metal filled the air along with a low, rumbling grunt that turned into a guttural battle cry. Slowly, painfully, anyone watching would see the bull begin to rise. The Kid's muscles straining against his skin as he put all of his anger, all of his emotion, and all of his hope into his actions until finally the Bull was being held vertically over his head; its tail pointing towards the heavens as The Kid held the Bull firmly in his grip.]