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openyourheart) wrote2013-05-27 03:18 am
openyourheart) wrote2013-05-27 03:18 am
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[You've recently saved the (nether)World, healed a very important person of some of his trauma, and forged unbreakable bonds with a group of beings you thought were only capable of being absolutely detestable not long before.
What's a halfwit hero to do now, you ask?
Cloaked under words and phrases like "human research" and "behavioral experimentation" Almaz had actually managed to draw forth the Netherworld's nefarious overlord into the human world. And not even to destroy it! Well, probably anyway. In fact, this was actually probably a much bigger risk than he had originally considered but by the time the white haired devil himself was standing in front of Almaz it was already too late.
A nearby town was hosting a carnival, and growing lonesome in the human world with only the ever busy Princess to keep him company (Since when were the vast majority of his friends demons!?) Almaz thought it might not be such a bad idea to take up being Mao's slave for another evening. With the goofy ways people dressed for these sorts of things, Almaz wasn't worried about his short, white haired, red eyed, coat-flapping-ominously-in the wind best friend and master sticking out too much.
After showing Mao around for a little while and making sure to keep public vivisections to a family friendly zero, Almaz shows Mao to the game stands.]
Here's where you can win prizes. You pay for a try at the game, and then if you win, you get to pick something from the shelves. Here, check it out. [And Almaz trots up to the ring toss, pays the entry fee, and begins his very nuanced and skillful ring tosses.
Far, far left.]
Oops, lemme try this again...
[And then far right.]
Seriously!? Okay...one more time...
[And then it continues to land...pretty much anywhere but where its supposed to land.]
I swear, this was so much easier when I was a kid...
[That's because they pitied the sobbing seven year old you used to be, Almaz.
So, half the contents of his wallet later, Almaz not-so-triumphantly thrusts the fruit of his efforts, a small pink teddy bear, into the air.]
And...that's how you win a prize...[SIGH. He looks over to Mao, trying to brush off how completely pathetic he must have just looked.]
I'm sure you must have something like this in the Netherworld, right? Though I can't imagine what kind of prizes you'd be winning there...
What's a halfwit hero to do now, you ask?
Cloaked under words and phrases like "human research" and "behavioral experimentation" Almaz had actually managed to draw forth the Netherworld's nefarious overlord into the human world. And not even to destroy it! Well, probably anyway. In fact, this was actually probably a much bigger risk than he had originally considered but by the time the white haired devil himself was standing in front of Almaz it was already too late.
A nearby town was hosting a carnival, and growing lonesome in the human world with only the ever busy Princess to keep him company (Since when were the vast majority of his friends demons!?) Almaz thought it might not be such a bad idea to take up being Mao's slave for another evening. With the goofy ways people dressed for these sorts of things, Almaz wasn't worried about his short, white haired, red eyed, coat-flapping-ominously-in the wind best friend and master sticking out too much.
After showing Mao around for a little while and making sure to keep public vivisections to a family friendly zero, Almaz shows Mao to the game stands.]
Here's where you can win prizes. You pay for a try at the game, and then if you win, you get to pick something from the shelves. Here, check it out. [And Almaz trots up to the ring toss, pays the entry fee, and begins his very nuanced and skillful ring tosses.
Far, far left.]
Oops, lemme try this again...
[And then far right.]
Seriously!? Okay...one more time...
[And then it continues to land...pretty much anywhere but where its supposed to land.]
I swear, this was so much easier when I was a kid...
[That's because they pitied the sobbing seven year old you used to be, Almaz.
So, half the contents of his wallet later, Almaz not-so-triumphantly thrusts the fruit of his efforts, a small pink teddy bear, into the air.]
And...that's how you win a prize...[SIGH. He looks over to Mao, trying to brush off how completely pathetic he must have just looked.]
I'm sure you must have something like this in the Netherworld, right? Though I can't imagine what kind of prizes you'd be winning there...