Meyfesta! ((EVENT))

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't ever look back. Fireworks. Streamers. Strong ale. The sounds of laughing people. The sights and sounds and scents of a festival. Banners flew and flags waved. Dancers danced and singers sang. Songs floated on the air, accompanied by the scent of strong ale, good food, and rich perfumes and colognes. In this festival, on this island, nobles and paupers alike shared in the festivity, a true show of equality that Meyfesta symbolized, bringing together everyone for a week-long party. And now, on the dawn of the first day, the visitors begin to pour in, welcomed by the sights, scents, and sounds of the festival.

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[Faust Eisenritter]

The whole island was alive and animated. Songs belted out loudly throughout the land as the people moved and danced and drank. People were excited and celebrated passionately, unable to contain their enthusiasm. In the midst of the revelry a dark haired man walked through the crowd, a smile on his face as he watched the whole island move around him. He stood taller than most of the people on the island, alerting people to his presence as he moved through the crowd. People moved out of his way as he walked through the main square, his eyes glimmering with awe as he watched the spectacle. He'd seen many things in his life, but festivals like these always caught his attention.

Faust immensely enjoyed it all. He was no stranger to festivals and during those times when he was able to relax, celebrations like these were always an immense joy. The songs brought mirth and joy, the dances brought excitement. And of course, there was one thing that was never a shortage during a festival - booze. Right now the Admiral clutched a cup in his hands filled with alcohol, which he downed with a smile on his face and a satisfied sigh as he lowered the cup. He wiped his mouth and smiled, looking around. Today was a good day, he thought to himself. As he looked all around himself he decided to step over to the side and stand by a wall, enjoying his drink quietly as he looked about.

"I wonder if anyone else is here..." he mused to himself, thinking of the Marines he knew. He was here, after all. Who was to say that others might not have shown up? It would be fun if someone he recognized showed up, he thought to himself. Taking another sip of his drink, he hummed along to the music. Well, even if no one he knew showed up, he knew how to enjoy himself.

[Hakkyou Darklight]

I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO

can't you see i'm no one's angel

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[Jack Silvarius D. Crux Night]

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Ah, Meyfesta. A grand event. Jack strode along, following his captain, literally dancing in the streets with a large barrel on his back, and another, smaller, handled barrel held in his left hand, with a long "silly straw" sticking out of the top, humming to himself, eyes closed, navigating entirely by Kenbunshoku Haki. One spin. Two spins. Three spins, and his captain's voice broke into his thoughts, causing him to snap to attention.

Eyeing Faust, he let out a chuckle. "Eh? Oi, who'zis? Waaaait a lime-lickin' second. Faust? Y'mean this old gramp's the one you told me 'bout? The ugly sucker whose arm you ripped off?" He laughed boisterously, sipping from his barrel in between laughs. His eyes scanned over Faust again and again, noting things that seemed off. "Yer a cyborg, eh? Int'restin'."

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. Most people would be revelling in the happy and celebratory air that permeated through the entire island during the festival, drinking and partying their worries away. Miguel wasn’t like most people. While he was glad that festivals like Mayfesta validated his belief of equality of all people –regardless of race or species or station in life- can be equal and at peace with each other, the sight of all these things made his chest ache and his throat burn with an all-too familiar feeling. Nostalgia. It tasted bittersweet against his tongue as he was assaulted by memories of happier times, where he was free to do whatever he wanted even though everyone judged him behind his back. He still held a grudge for the injustice they had served him and his father all those years ago, but he couldn’t help but miss them, their tribal parties by the campfire, and the simpler times they represented in his heart. It was a curious thing, to miss those who had shunned him and his father so. He hated it. The only reason why he was even here in the first place was because the vice-admirals directly under his command had recommended this event when he had mentioned that he wanted to reward his subordinates for their hard work. He could have stayed at the ship and prevented the sudden onset of nostalgia, but he was getting sick of staying in the same cramped ship for the past month and he had wanted to stretch his legs and look around. Now, he was starting to regret that decision. He needed to distract himself with something, and fast! As if someone had answered his prayers, the sight of a red tail and the familiar glint of metal caught his eye. Intrigued, Miguel turned around to get a better look. His eyes actually widened when he saw Faust along with two very infamous pirates. One of which was the very same person who tore his arm off, a story which he had recounted at that terrible party the nobles hosted a few weeks ago. Underneath his Marine Justice coat, his wings twitched. This might get real ugly, real fast. It looked like he had a new situation to keep tabs on just in case something terrible happened. He couldn’t just assume though, so he had to watch at a distance first. With that thought in mind, he let go of his control over his Mantra and felt it fill a good portion of the area. He let the emotions of everyone within range wash over him even as he turned around and found a good seat at a nearby open café in which he could watch them as well as wait and see if they would notice him, all the while ignoring the blatant stares he was getting from the random passerbys and the other patrons at the café. Time will tell if would be forced to intervene…. TAGGING: PARTICIPANTS | WORDS: 493 | NOTES: I WANNA FLY

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[Abroxas Morgen]

Abroxas arrived during the during the stroke of midnight as he looked on at the festival, Meyfesta, it wasn't his favorite time of the year.. Equality in all people including pirates, tch, why even the thought was unsettling as a gentle breeze blessed the wind, his first mate was scouting the land all seemed to be pleasant as well as delightfully fun. His crew was ready to have some fun, his whole band of loyal freaks, Tooth and Nail were not any regular crew to take lightly.

As they approached the short and docked Abroxas stepped off of the ship, a stern look upon his face as he looked to the bright lights and fireworks his crew followed, having relieved them from the ship to go have fun however his first mate decided it was wiser of him to stick and so they began to walk into the bright lights and many people, seemed like it would go on forever, children running around and laughing, other marines here enjoying themselves from a life of duties on the open sea as he took a few corners looking around for somethings to do his eyes had fallen on what had seemed to be both of his fellow Admirals and Two pirates, both of them knew of very well he stopped as did his first mate both their pairs of eyes locked on them all.

In silence Abroxas stood not bothering to speak but his face didn't change any if anything it had gotten more stern, he was not too far from them but he watched with his red eyes that seemed to glow within the darkness of the alleyways as did his first mates, it wasn't going to be a destructive outcome but it was certainly an interesting meet for sure.

[Oberon D Danann]

Oberon had been at the festival all day. Even when it wasn't in full blast, he'd helped set up different stands and stages. He wasn't the only fairy there, but most went unnoticed by the large folk as they waited for the party to start. Fairies love parties, you see, and Oberon, the traveling musician that he was, loved them the most of all. He went about the festival area playing music and drinking sips of other people's drinks. He was lined up for the midnight performance and had to make sure he was sufficiently inebriated by then.

Of course, by then he'd spotted plenty of big names wandering the festival grounds. Both military and pirates were there and some had even spotted eachother. As one of the biggest names in the music industry, Oberon decided he'd take the stage as near to them as possible. This, of course, meant he was interrupting some no name fellow witht he name of "Hendrix" which was fine, because it was unlikely that anyone was enjoying his lousy tunes. They'd all much prefer to hear Oberon sing.

Settling on Hendrix's head, Oberon began, quiet at first, but loud enough to still be heard over the fellow beneath him's shrill vocals. He started,
"Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality~

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see~"

It was here that Hendrix's band fell i behind him, abandoning their bandmate. They sang backup for Oberon now, and from Oberon's viewpoint, this was a great choice for them.

"I'm just a poor boy~ Poorboy~
I need no simpathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low.
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me~, To~ me~,"

He was facing the esteemed Admiral Kokuro, the Yonkou Hakkyou Darklight, and her shipwright, Jack Night. Somehow, fate had conspired to bring those three together, and Oberon had decided that he was going to get them to listen to his music. They were going to enjoy much more than that lout Hendrix's music anyway.

[Faust Eisenritter]

Faust had a strange feeling things were not going to go down well simply upon hearing the voice speaking to him. The fact that the voice was so familiar for all the wrong reasons made him certain of it. Turning to face the one who spoke only confirmed his suspicions. Standing just a few feet away from him was a young woman with white hair and a devilish tail that flicked behind her. His smile began to fade just the slightest as his eyes lost just a bit of their shine at the sight of her. He felt his mechanical arm almost tense - as if it were flesh and blood. But then, he wasn't surprised. Thinking about it - thinking about her always made it feel like his flesh arm was there, just about to be torn off.

Before he could even really speak another person had shown up - a mysterious male, though one he quickly assumed to be a member of the young woman's crew. He cut directly to the chase, immediately bringing up the connection the two had - that of not simply Pirate and Marine, but that of two who had fought once before and whose conflict ended in an unfortunately literal disarming. He always had a feeling that he would eventually meet the one who tore off his arm again. He had a gut instinct it would happen. But he had to admit, of all the places, he hadn't quite predicted it would be here amidst all of the booze and celebrations. He gripped his cup ever so slightly tighter, feeling somewhat threatened. Not even the understanding that fighting was forbidden made him feel less threatened.

"Well... I suppose I could say the same," he remarked with a smirk, but it felt less genuine. His eyes weren't shining with amusement, but scanning for any sign of a threat. You couldn't entirely trust a Pirate to keep to the rules - particularly one known as the 'Hellfire Queen' and especially one who was known as a Yonkou. There was no reason to believe that a Pirate would keep to the rules of others. Still, while he exercised caution, there wasn't much else he could do. He couldn't pre-emptively make a move and he somehow doubted he could just leave. More than likely, these two weren't going to leave him alone. Lifting his cup he took a quick drink before continuing.

Or at least, he would have continued if not for the presence of yet another - a singer who sauntered along towards them, catching Faust's attention. The dark-haired man stared, though it didn't take him long to recognize the Shichibukai. Faust stared, just the slightest bit suspicious. He never fully trusted the Shichibukai. After all, just because they were legal Pirates didn't change the fact they were Pirates. As he watched the man draw nearer whilst singing, the Admiral couldn't help but raise a brow.

"Well, well... A lot of big names..." he murmured lowly, watching carefully. This was not a situation he enjoyed being in.

[Hakkyou Darklight]

I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO

can't you see i'm no one's angel

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[Jack Silvarius D. Crux Night]

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Ring ring, hello? Ring ring, hello!

Jack laughed boisterously as he spun around twice more, sipping as he did. Despite his immunity to alcohol, he was hamming it up to act drunk, in order to seem nonthreatening. Getting uncomfortably close to Faust, he laughed again as his hat sat crooked upon his head. "Oi oi, Blacky, lemme see yer arm~ I wanna see if it stacks up t' mine. Betcha ten Phantoms it don't. Y'ain't got n' Macchinan brains on yer side t' make the good shit. Just yer little nancyboy scientists." He laughed boisterously again, before swinging his mechanical left arm, backhanded, into Faust's mechanical right, causing a loud metallic clank, despite Jack's leather gloves.

A moment later, he noticed the small man playing music and singing, and turned towards him, ducking down closer and completely disregarding Faust. "Well ain'tchu jus' the cutest lit'l thin'? A lit'l bit'y man. Yer' jus' damn ador'ble, in'cha?" He laughed a bit. He was still acting drunk, and trying to see if he could make the small man angry, to gauge his reaction.

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. Were it any place other than a festival, Miguel would have been shocked that someone started singing out of nowhere. As it was a festival though, all the spectacle earned from him was a curious –if somewhat bored- glance. For a moment, Miguel actually thought that it was just that human singer switching songs abruptly on a whim. A strange thought, but he had heard it happen sometimes, usually because the singer was drunk and started mashing up songs because he was too inebriated to actually remember the correct sequence and lyrics. Then his eyes caught sight of something small standing on top of the human’s head, singing his little heart out in a song that he’d never heard of –not a surprise- but actually liked better than that weird rock stuff that his makeshift stage was playing –which was definitely a surprise- moments earlier. Still unsatisfied with the current view he was getting, his eyes zoomed in a little in order to see the little guy’s features clearly. After seeing a Yonkou here, he wasn’t surprised to see one of the pirates on the World Government’s leashes here as well, especially given who it was. He wouldn’t put it past someone with Oberon’s reputation to miss out on a huge festival like this. With the arrival of Akashishi to the event as well, Miguel was feeling much better about the odds if a brawl broke out with that Yonkou. All three Admirals and a Shichibukai should be able to take care of her with some effort, if need be. From what he could feel though, he didn’t need to interfere with anything… yet. And he won’t until Faust notices and calls him for back-up. “Sir? Will you be ordering something?” Miguel turned a sharp eye towards the sudden interruption, causing the waiter to back up slightly. “I guess you want to be left alone then, sir?” He continued with a gulp. Miguel just stared at the waiter for a minute before he finally replied. ”Actually, I would like to have some earl grey tea.” The waiter was surprised that he didn’t order anything with alcohol in it, but the man looked far too dangerous to question, especially with the wrapped bundle on his back. “Right away, sir.” Instead, he bowed and went off to take the man’s order. Once the waiter excused himself, Miguel turned his attention back to the potential storm that was brewing. He wanted to miss as little of it as possible. TAGGING: PARTICIPANTS | WORDS: 417 | NOTES: STALKER

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[Night]

((Just a short note, Joyce has been withdrawn from the event, so continue with Abroxas following Miguel in the posting order))

[Abroxas Morgen]

Abroxas still hadn't moved one bit, he was in silence and his first mate knew that as well. Much like a stand off would be it was down to who was going to do what it had all seemed peaceful for now, the yonkou and her first mate and now the arrival of one of the shichibukai things were certainly getting interesting without a doubt. Abroxas spotted a waitress making her way towards him and he stopped her, "I'll have a Devil's island on the rocks." He ordered, a rather strong drink but something he loved. As she ran off to get his drink his eyes peared over to Miguel and gazed for a moments time, then back to faust and the yonkou.

All seemed silent for now at least for the two admirals excluding the shichibukai and the others, in a manner things felt as if they had already gone down. An inner battle of sorts but one could not say what was going to happen next but one thing was for sure; Meyfesta always felt like something of a Death trap to Abroxas, the waitress returned with his drink and so he began to sip at his drink as he watched both Faust and the Yonkou in silence.

[Oberon D Danann]

Oh, what a sorry sight this was. Even while the crowd of people started to form, the main targets of this song weren't paying attention. While everyone was talking he'd already played two more verses. They weren't the best verses of the son, but they set the mood for the following ones. Well, at least one of the Yonkou's crew was coming forward in what Oberon assumed to be interest. He couldn't hear the man's voice over the din of music and the cries of the crowd. Suddenly the stage's lights dimmed and a single spotlight shined from behind him. He played dramatically on the keyboard section of his double-neck guikeytar.

"I see a little silhouette-o of a man~"

Suddenly the rest of the lights shot on and trained on Faust as the spotlight behind Oberon turned off. He was glad the Yonkou's crew member was watching and presumably cheering
Oberon on, since he couldn't make out what he was saying, but that fellow wasn't his main target. He sang on, point at Faust.

"Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango~?"

He flew out above the crowd, landing on Jack's head and sang to Jack's captain, the Yonkou Hakkyou Darklight. The excellent vocals section was up next.

"Thunderbolts and lightning! Very, very frightening, me!
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Figaro -- MAGNIFICO-O-o-o!!

Oberon knew they were cooking with gasoline now. The crowd was going wild, even as he flew off of Jack's hat. He floated several feet above the stage now, dancing as if he were actually on the stage, and not caring one bit how big he was. To him, a stage was a stage, and he had to rock it. If he was small, then he just had to rock it all the harder.

[Faust Eisenritter]

To say Faust felt uncomfortable was an understatement. It was hard to feel relaxed in the presence of someone who was not only an infamous criminal but was also personally responsible for tearing your arm off. It was a battle, of course, but even so it did nothing to lessen the discomfort he felt. Rather unnaturally for someone who was usually so outgoing and social, he felt himself withdraw a little. He felt cramped in the spot where he stood. It wasn't a feeling he particularly enjoyed - feeling so nervous, was there anyone who would enjoy it? He tried to keep on a smile, but it wasn't a particularly big smile nor a particularly warm one. Not like his usual smiles.

In a way, he was grateful for the sudden appearance of the bard. As off-the-wall and unexpected as it was, it at least helped to pull the attention of the two away from himself. It gave him some room to breathe in. He listened as the young man sang and took a sip from his drink. Hopefully the booze would calm his nerves. Dull his senses a little. He needed something in his system that would relax him. He could hardly just run, after all - it'd be unbecoming of an Admiral, much as he tried not to be too proud. Another gulp or two of his drink passed down his throat and he lowered the drink, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He was beginning to feel just a little less tense, though he was hardly the kind of drinker to get much of a buzz from one cup.

"At least they've got entertainment," he remarked, watching the pirate as he continued to sing and messed about with the Yonkou's Shipwright. Faust might have joined the man in singing, even if he didn't know the lyrics, if not for the fact that the recognizable face of the man made him reluctant to engage in any kind of singing session with him. At least not in public. The Shichibukai were not exactly his greatest friends, even if they were allies. He glanced back over to the female Yonkou. "Wonder where they get all this booze. Doesn't seem imported, but I didn't see huge farms when I was sailing near the island...".