destinystrings | Visitor Festival Log (OPEN TO ALL)

Who: EVERYONE
Where: Virgo Ward
Summary: Visitor Festival Log! You're all invited!
Warnings: Celebrations

A year might seem so little at first, but for a city like Hinoto-Ri, progress had been steady. And how would it have been without you? Hard to say. Regardless, there were some appreciative people of your hard work, and thus you were warned ahead of time of a little celebration that would be held in your honor, this Friday (FRIDAY! FRIDAY!)

Nothing too outrageous, you had been promised. After all, budgets had to be made and citizens had to be saved. Something more akin to a fun party with friends and the city. An open note sent out to all citizens if they so wanted to join in.

There was quite a turnout! The lure of fun and food drew people from all the wards and words of encouragement and thanks were given to you freely. Maybe because some of them had drank too much sake.

The booths are bustling with activity. There's food for everyone as merchants try to outdo each other with both traditional food and more exotic ones; Corn on the cob, Pumpkins, Yaki Imo (Oven-Roasted Sweet Potatoes), Ramen stands, Falafel, caramelized apples, octopus sausages on sticks...

There are also signup sheets for competitions tonight. While townspeople can join, the big draw is to see the Visitors attempt the typical school festivals, such as the swimsuit competition and the dress competition (for both male and women!).

...yeah maybe they just have a good sense of humor. Which is good! A happy city means, at least, for a little while, people can forget what's happening and maybe the place is going to flourish more with hope.

So hopefully you can show them that by enjoying yourselves!

[Start your own threads and have fun!]

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WHY. Why would they ever- oh god, never mind, he isn't going to ask. Have a familiar figure shuffling up next to you, Desco, raising an eyebrow,

"Um. I'm guessing that's...you?"

"Big Bro! Look, look, look! Desco has an action figure!"

With that, she snatches it up and flourishes it in Sam's face, gently tapping a button on the back, causing the eyes to light up in response.

"...Oh."

He blinks as it lights up, before looking over at her. He isn't sure how to react, honestly. Good for...her?

"I'm guessing they thought you were cool enough to be made into this? How weird, making toys from Visitors..."

He gives the table a wary look, eyes scouring for a figure that looks like him. Having an action figure of himself is not something he really wants. At all.

"Desco knew if she kept using her True Form someone would notice! VALIDATION! Desco is terrifying and awesome!"

She gently cradles the toy against her cheek at this, crooning blissfully under her breath.

"Good for you. I mean, not many kids get to have toys made out of them."

He scratches his head, frowning at the assortment of action figures. Great. He can spot himself, with the most miserable expression, standing in the back of the group. He grimaces.

"...And that is not what I wanted to happen to me at all. Who gave these people permission to do this?"

Desco snaps to attention at this, staring at the action figure with wide eyes before scanning the rest of the table. It doesn't take long for her to snap up several more figures, including Sam's.

"Ah! Look!"

Gently cradled in her claws are action figures of several people, some of who Sam probably recognizes.

No. No, no, no, NO. He can see where this is going. He's not going to be her playtoy to do little stories with him and the rest of her so-called "family".

He frowns, not looking happy at all, reaching to take his own figure from her claws.

"Just...put that back, okay? I don't like it. It's not right."

Desco looks down at the figures in her claws, lingering on the gap where one figure is missing, then up at Sam, red eyes wide and wobbling - literally, the concentric circles of her pupils are expanding and contracting at random.

"Why not?"

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"Because..."

He pauses. Because he's going to be a child's toy, to use and manipulate how she wants to? Because it's too personal, to be using him as a toy? He doesn't know, and he gapes for a moment, trying to avoid that puppy-dog like stare, before he retracts his hand. When he speaks, his voice sounds strained, because oh, this is a touchy issue.

"...I don't want to be used as nothing more than a toy, Desco. That's why."

Desco trembles a little as she places the rest of the figures back on the table before dashing the tears gathering in her eyes with the back of one hand.

"Desco...Desco doesn't understand!"

Clenching her claws into fists, she sniffs loudly before continuing.

"But...but, if that's what Big Bro wants, Desco will obey! She's a big girl that has learned the meaning of self-sacrifice, after all!"

With that, she throws both arms around Sam's waist.

"So, so...please don't be mad at Desco!"

Why. Why is this happening. Seriously, he could be a normal horrible person/lovecraftian creature and never make friends with anyone ever but nooooooo, he has to have the soft spot for a little girl who happens to be a monster like him.

It's totally unfair.

He squirms in her grip, looking extremely uncomfortable, before he relents and just lets out a sigh. He can't do this. Besides, if he went against her, she might go and destroy his entire book collection or something.

"Fine. Fine! Desco just...do whatever you want, okay? And stop calling me Big Bro."

Desco's smile is like the sun turned into a shark and rose over the mountains - glowing and full of sharp teeth.

...that metaphor got a little confused there. Anyway. She releases Sam, scoops up all the action figures, and quickly pays for them before blushing a little and handing Sam his own figure.

"Um, um...here! That's still Desco's so you can't break it, but now she can't play with it unless you're there!"

Staring up at Sam with very sincere eyes.

"Desco loves you, and she doesn't want to do anything to make you sad."

He watches with some amount of surprise, stammering slightly when she hands him his own figurine, miserable expression and all. But what really makes him gape is what she says next.

Those are words he'd never expect to hear from anyone he'd ever interacted with. Sure, people said they liked him. Some people offered to help him. But in the end, he didn't care about them, and pushed them away. He didn't need what they offered- why would he? What he wanted was dead and gone.

But now, he sees that look in her eyes, and he can't understand it, he can't even comprehend that this little girl honestly loves him. He stares, eyes wide and face full of confusion, like she just said some garbled sentence that he is trying to translate in his head.

"...What did you just say?"

Desco's reply is instant.

"Desco loves you and doesn't want to make you sad."

It's almost like she doesn't even have to think about it.

There's silence from him. His expression is unreadable, and he blinks a few times, unsure how to react.

He opens his mouth, then closes it again, then looks down at the ground. This isn't happening. This must be a dream he's having, somewhere under the water, and he'll wake up in a world where he doesn't have to deal with such a thing.

Eventually, he lets out a sigh, not saying anything. His throat feels dry. What to say to something like that?

What to say...?

Desco is perfectly content to wait for Sam to speak.

Again he lets out a sigh, before he looks up.

He looks...defeated, honestly. He's dealt with different kinds of emotions from others, using hem for his own benefit, but there is nothing here that he can manipulate or use or otherwise. It's just...love.

"That's...nice of you, Desco." There. That doesn't say anything about his own feelings, he's only stating a fact. He's not involved, as much as he knows he really is.

Visitor Festival Log (OPEN TO ALL)

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