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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 7:39:17 GMT -6
All around the Vytal Festival grounds, there were various small booths – some selling ramen, other, larger ones hosting performance groups that rotated as time went on. Well, amidst all this hubbub, this dashing and dodging, munching and crunching, was a small little tent. No larger than five feet to a side, was a small, six post white canopy with a little red fair flag flying from the center post. Under the canopy, a variety of things were hanging or scattered about. Dresses of every this color and that, marionettes littering the shelves, each dressed in their own little outfits, and a number of small glass flowers in vibrant hues of blue and shades of red and everything in between.
This was the shop of a Guinevere Hematos, who’s little mask emblem was embroidered on the tarps in a stunning red. The whole of the ensemble went well together with the tent, dresses and some clothes for guys hanging from the cross supports, with little marionettes dangling here and there. A few even seemed to be mimicking battle on their own, lunging with fake swords and the occasional puff of mist or smoke. The flowers hanging from every which corner were made of seemingly delicate glass, and represented a whole collection of flowers, from Roses and Lilies, to Petunias and Wisteria Blossoms. Each filled with a different colored core, from rich reds and sunny yellows, to calming blues and flashy greens. Dust.
Somewhere amidst this whole display sat the one and only Guinevere, notoriety likely keeping customers both away and interested. Likely tinkering with some glass and powdered dust over a small lap bench, she maintained a watchful eye on her stand. This was the result of a year’s worth of preparation, sewing, and working, and now it was her time to show that even the most terrifying rumors could cover some of the most beautiful artistry.
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Post by Mitha'lo Asters on Dec 26, 2016 12:04:27 GMT -6
Mitha'lo, the junior student who was currently in the tournament, was on a short break while other students were fighting in the arena. He had a few scuff marks on his body while his clothes had been replaced. The golden haired and golden eye lad yawned with unannounced exhaustion from his last fight. The first round was done and it was time for a well deserved rest. As he walked around the fair grounds he kept up his appearance, his second identity, that he crafted for the purpose of infiltrating Vytal. At this point however his second identity was becoming more attrative than his actual life. There had been moments where Mitha'lo wanted to stop being who he was and give in to the life of being a student. To being a normal person. But he couldn't. It was too late for all that. And so he'd try to enjoy the part for as along as he could play it. And he was an amazing actor.
Waltzing through the fair grounds, Mitha'lo stood straight with a smile on his peachy face. He'd smile and wave to all those that passed him by. When a stall played music the lad would halt and begin to dance for the crowd. Even pulling in a woman or two to tease and dance with in an attempt to solidify his role as a charming young man. The laughter and the entertainment was nice for a time. However there came a time when Mitha'lo became mentally tired from his acting and wished to just drift away from the majority of the people.
After walking for some time, Mit found a small tent. It's lone red flag waving as if to invite the boy towards it. It was a sight to behold at the very least. Mitha'lo found the stall to be...interesting. It had a little bit of everything. Dresses, clothes, and marionettes. The appearance of the manipulated dolls found a place close to Mitha'lo's heart. He'd venture into the stall and look around with his golden and bright eyes. With a lack of patrons, he took a deep breath and relaxed his body. He found one marionette that was almost haunting to a normal person. It appeared to be a jester. His face was stricken was sorrow, yet he held a mask filled with joy. It's strings allowed the mask to be pulled up over it's face. Mitha'lo took the marionette and played with it for a moment to test it's mechanics. After a brief moment he chuckled and whispered. "Similar. You and I."
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Post by Jeremy Aatxe on Dec 27, 2016 18:51:46 GMT -6
Jeremy was trying to walk off the after-effects of his last fight in the tournament, he had found himself very... taxed by the bout. The medics had done a wonderful job putting him back together, though he was still a little bleary eyed from the blood loss. All he wanted to do however, was push that fight from his mind and focus on something beautiful like the various happenings in the Vytal festival. He had very rarely ventured into this throng of people, music, stalls and games, the anxiety of having to come face to face with a single person could be overwhelming at times, let along thousands. Still, he had recently thought of a potential solution to a systemic problem he had, and hoped that maybe he could find it here among the myriad vendors.
He was dressed in well fitting white button up shirt with a summer-green vest and tie, similarly coloured slacks and well shined shoes adorned his lower half. It was sort of the crux of his problem that he tended to dress sharply in that during a fight his preferred method of combat tore his clothes to shreds. To try and mitigate his clothing costs, he had long since begun disrobing his upper body so that his clothing could be spared an undue fate. Unfortunately, that brought with it a number of issues all its own in that Jeremy, an anxious wreck when being watched, had to parade half naked in front of thousands for the tournament. While that was something he had already done at this point, it was an experience he would not like to relive. Ever. Especially since the main reason he dressed so completely was to cover dozens of scars that marred his skin from head to foot.
Maybe in here... He said to himself as he approached a tent that seemed to have several dresses clearly displayed along with dust filled flowers and puppets hanging from strings. It also had the virtue of being largely empty and also generally avoided by the crowd. He entered the tent, spotting a young man fiddling with a puppet and a young woman at a little work bench. Jeremy could actually recognize them from the tournament as well, fellow combatants to be certain, but he couldn't place a name to either as he preferred to avoid getting any information on his opponents. While tactically it made very little sense, he felt it was only polite. He looked around and spotted only dresses on the hangers, which made a certain degree of sense seeing as Vytal Academy certainly leaned heavily in the feminine direction for attendance. Still, he wouldn't five up that easily and despite very much not wanting to, he walked up to the young lady to talk to her. Um e-excuse me, d-do you have a-any d-dust resistant cl-clothes f-for m-men? He asked, the stutter that presented itself when speaking to lovely young ladies rearing it's ugly head again. His face flushed a little as he spoke, hoping she would having something that he may be able to use.
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