mayfield_rpg | event: step right up

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event: step right up

[Sometime during the night, it seems something new has arrived. Nothing threatening this time, though. It seems the carnival has come to town!

Where normally there's only a plain grassy area in the town park, now there are rows and rows of brightly colored and lit stalls, bursting with food and games. All the stalls are manned by drones, though none you've seen around before. Besides that, it looks like there are a few fun looking rides, an exciting show, and a swell funhouse that's sadly boarded up for the time being.

So everything is pretty old and rusty, that just lends it charm. And please don't mind the grime, the strange smells, or the slightly haunting music. Have a sense of adventure, there's nothing off about any of this at all.

Get ready for some good ol' fashioned fun!]

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[ Body parts? Mutilated animals? No problem, he's seen worse. It actually makes him giggle.

The operating table on the other hand is way too familiar though. Damn. He hates that table. He stares at it through his bangs. ]

[ Why is Niou not surprised to see Bel in here?

He steps up quietly behind him, though he's almost sure Bel can hear him anyway. ]

Boo.

[ Because he's a blood-loving murderer?

Yeah, he can hear him. And he's known Niou long and well enough to know who it is.

He looks away from the table to focus on his boyfriend. Much better than that stupid table. He can even grin again now. ]

Scary.

[ Oh, how silly of Niou to have forgotten.

He grins back in response. ]

I know.

[ But now looking over Bel's shoulder at that damn operating table. Unlike Bel, the entire Freak Show makes Niou somewhat uncomfortable. ]

[ It's the silliest thing to forget.

Oh hey, he can see how uncomfortable that makes Niou. He laughs, but there is a hint of anger in it as he thinks of the table right behind him. It's up to Niou if he picks up on it or not. ]

Can't take the blood, Bianco Natale?

[ Niou picks up on it. Picking up on the little, subtle things is required for a Trickster.

His grin just widens, though, because he's not about to admit that, well, he really could do without all the blood. ]

Sure I can. Why, don't think I can't?

Nope, I don't.

[ Really, he doesn't. He knows not everyone loves the sight of blood (though he doesn't understand why), especially not in a way like this. Don't underestimate Varia's genius prince. ]

Most people don't get used to things like this just like that. [ Bel had, but that was completely different. ]

[ Niou keeps up the facade, keeps grinning, even if Bel's right, and even if he can see through it. There aren't many people he's willing to share his real feelings with. ]

I'm fine.

Yeah right.

[ Bel doesn't really like that Niou's faking it like that, and that surprises him. Even if Niou is his boyfriend, Bel isn't the kind to feel like that. Well, he knows that Niou's bothered, but if he's going to pretend he's not, Bel's not going to take him outside.

Instead, he goes over to the operating table, glares at it for a second before kicking it as hard as he can. He curses under his breath when it doesn't even move. Of course there'd be some trick to it. ]

I am.

[ He's not. And he needs to get better at sharing these kinds of things. It even took Yagyuu forever to get Niou to admit that he was dealing with Mayfield badly. Admitting that he's not okay means it actually becomes real, and he'd rather pretend he's fine than properly deal with whatever happens to be bothering him.

Niou watches Bel with an arched brow, slipping his hands into his pockets and rocking back on his heels. ]

Yanno, call it a hunch, but I don't think it's gonna be bothered by you kickin' it.

I don't belive you.

[ Really now. Can't you at least tell your boyfriend the truth, Niou? A lot of people reacts to the town badly, even Bel has had his moments. ...that he of course doesn't want to admit, but that's beside the point.

He grins, but it's an annoyed one, and it's clearly aimed at the table. He gives it another kick. ]

Well it should still be destroyed.

[ If he'd had his flames back, maybe he would have been able to burn it. But like this... ]

I don't care.

[ Nope nope nope nope nope. He won't. Not unless Bel pushes and prods (and taunts?) enough for Niou to lose his temper. He doesn't expect Bel to do that, though, for whatever reason. ]

Maybe you should try somethin' besides your foot.

[ Just ignore his eyeroll here. ]

Well you should, because I'm the Prince.

[ And that obviously means you should tell him the truth. Oh Niou, Bel can be annoying enough to make most people lose their temper. He just needs to push him enough.

He abandons the table with a last kick, determined not to think about it anymore. He simply refuses to let it get under his skin (which it is, of course, already doing). Instead, he's going to give Niou his undivided attention. ]

So the blood and gore doesn't bother you~?

[ ... Suddenly, he wishes Bel was paying attention to the chair again.

He chooses to ignore that first part. He'd like to ignore the second part, too. But that'd kind of give him away. Make it obvious.

So instead, he keeps up his perfect pokerface, and just raises an eyebrow. ]

Nope.

[ It's half true. He's not bothered by the sight of blood. Tennis related injuries has gotten him over that. It's the gore that bothers him. ]

[ Too bad Bel's not planning on going back to thinking about that.

He rests a hand on Niou's shoulder, leaning his chin on top of the back of his hand. He spins him around so that Niou is pretty much facing the worst of the gore before he speaks almost right into his ear. ]

Really? Not at all~?

[ Asshole.

He takes a second to get the urge to turn back around under control. He adverts his gaze, looking up instead of at everything in front of him. After another short moment of even breathing, he shakes his head. ]

Not even sort of.

[ Bel is an asshole, he just hasn't been as much of it around Niou. Yet.

As if looking away doesn't give him away instantly. And even if he can't see properly because of his bangs, he can sense it. Call it being used to compensating bad vision by heightening his other senses or...princely intuition or whatever.

He laughs. ] The Prince can tell you're lying.

[ Guess Niou's about to find out the extent of his asshole-ness.

Niou makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat and his jaw tightens. These are the only signs to his annoyance, but they're probably enough to show that Bel is starting to get under his skin. He shifts his gaze again, looking right at all the things he doesn't want to see, and unfocuses his eyes, letting his vision blur. ]

I'm not lyin'.

[ That's plenty, and it makes the smile Bel is wearing turn into a grin. Oh he's getting somewhere, he knows this. ]

But you are. You can't handle it, I can see that~

I'm fine.

[ His hands clench in his pockets. He's not used to blatant pushing and prodding like this. He's used to Yagyuu's subtle nudging, his off-handed comments and challenging glances. ]

[ Bel's not much for being subtle. He likes making people angry, thinks it's fun to get under people's skin.

To take things further, Bel walks over to one of the more gory parts of the room, hand red of blood. He comes back to where Niou is standing and lets a single finger smear Niou's cheek with blood. ]

I thought you were a trickster, not a liar.

[ Niou watches him with a guarded expression. It's not the blood that bothers him, it's the action itself. That, combined with the comment, is what makes Niou lose what's left of his composure.

He closes his eyes just briefly before jerking back. He wipes at the blood with the back of his hand and glares. ]

What do you want me to say? That I hate this? Fine, I do. [ He's not yelling, or even talking loudly, really. But there's force behind his words, and he's speaking with traces of venom in his voice. ] I hate this town and the shit it puts on display. Yeah, it bothers me, and I was ready to get the fuck out of here the moment I stepped inside. [ He lets out a sharp exhale. ] Happy now?

[ And with that, he turns and stalks out of the tent. ]

[ Oh, he got what he wanted now. So he follows Niou outside, grabbing his wrist to hinder him from getting further once they're out. ]

See, what that so hard to admit~?

[ Niou pulls at his wrist, trying to get Bel to let go.

Go away, you made him mad. >| Totally ignoring you right now. ]

[ He's not going to let go though. Niou should be glad he's not being as mean as he can be. Not that he would ever consider killing or even seriously harm Niou. At least he hasn't this far, nor does he see a reason to. ]

I'm not letting go you know~ I just wanted you to tell the truth.

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