Meyfesta! ((EVENT))

[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 a bit more, still acting dead drunk, whilst listening intently to what Hakkyou and Faust were saying. It was definitely strange that such a small island could produce enough alcohol to even have it coming out of the fountains. Even stranger was that Jack couldn't recognize any vintage or origin from the taste, a keynote that any alcohol should have and disclose to the sip of a skilled tongue. "Ain't Macchinan, either. Too sweet. Can't fig're out the taste, either. 's a real damn mystery, in'it?"

Moments later, Jack felt a pressure on his head, and his organic eye twitched, his arm heating up and steaming visibly. "OI, YA RAT-BILGE LITTLE SHRIMP! AIN'T NO-ONE TOUCHES THE HAT!" He roared, his hand reaching down towards the holster of his pistol. It usually took quite a bit to anger Jack, but Oberon had managed to press a big red button, sending him instantly over the edge. However, before he could reach his gun, there was a swish, and Jack was stricken in the head by a thin mass of muscle and fluff, which was barely more than an annoyance, but to keep up his act, he allowed it to knock him over, falling with a thud.

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Notes: Whatevs
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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. One of the best things about consuming that accursed fruit was the ability to enhance his vision at will without the risk of overloading it. It was a useful tool for gathering information without being noticed; a handy skill for a person as inconspicuous as himself. Spying from far away places was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. In fact, it was so useful that Miguel was already reaping the benefits right now while comfortably sipping his tea. The surprisingly civil chat between Faust and the Yonkou was pointing out several bits of information that he wouldn’t have otherwise obtained if he had stuck to conventional methods like most boring Blue Sea dwellers would. Finally, something worth his time in this blasted festival! If he couldn’t partake of any of the beverages, then he might as well try and get to the source of this mystery. Who knows? It might actually be beneficial for his long-term plans. Miguel’s eyes suddenly narrowed when he saw the pirate with the Yonkou –one of her stooges, no doubt- suddenly explode at the singing faerie for touching his hat of all things. Filing the fact away for later, the Admiral quickly polished off the rest of his tea and signalled for the check. Looks like he had a fight to diffuse before they were kicked out or something. He really didn’t want to have to explain that to his superiors. It didn’t take long for the waiter to arrive with the check, which he promptly paid without even looking at the price. ”Keep the change. It’s your tip.” The admiral muttered to the now-smiling waiter as he stood up from his table and marched as fast as he could towards the scene without bursting into a run. The crowd parted like the red sea before him as he did so, afraid that they might become the Admiral’s target instead. He pushed down the multitude of emotions that suddenly sprung into existence inside of his head and continued to march until he was behind Faust. ”Couldn’t this ruckus have waited a little later?” Miguel deadpanned as he looked at the fallen form of the strange white haired stooge of the Yonkou with a raised eyebrow. ”Or even better, not at all?” TAGGING: PARTICIPANTS | WORDS: 377 | NOTES: BLAME CONTINUITY ERROR FOR THE DELAY

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[Aeon]

Abroxas Morgen (Yoyo)'s post has been skipped due to inactivity. It is now Oberon D Danann (Suta)'s post. Abroxas Morgen (Yoyo) will have another chance to post after Miguel Van Helsing (El Troubador)'s next post.

[Aeon]

Oberon D Danann (Suta)'s post has been skipped due to inactivity. It is now Faust Eisenritter (Lao)'s post. Oberon D Danann (Suta)'s will have another chance to post after Abroxas Morgen (Yoyo) next post.

[Faust Eisenritter]

There was certainly a mystery to it all. How could an island that clearly lacked the resources supply so much alcohol for a massive festival like this? None of the alcohol was being shipped in, so where could it have come from? When Faust tried to measure it all up, he began to realize that absolutely none of it could be measured. There had to be some method of supplying all this alcohol. Some means by which it could be mass produced. But that raised another question - if they could mass-produce all this alcohol, why was it a secret? Why did they not try to establish themselves as an exporter of alcohol? The Admiral frowned as he thought about it. There was something not right with this island.

"Really makes you wonder..." he remarked aloud as he took another sip of his drink. Whatever was up with this island, he was certainly going to keep track of it. The island had to have some reason as to why they had so much alcohol that they weren't trying to make a profit on by exporting. Had it all been smuggled in? But if so, why? He briefly wondered if Miguel had thought the same thing. He didn't doubt that the Admiral had probably thought about it at some point. The Yonkou before him, Hakkyou, was clearly aware of it. The only question was, where to start?

The Admiral's thoughts were interrupted, however, as the Yonkou's crewmate yelled loudly at the Shichibukai. Watching the man's rather passionate reaction to having his hat touched the Admiral couldn't help but forget for a moment that he was standing in the presence of Pirates and laugh a little. It felt like this whole situation had just become a tiny bit more normal. He preferred things this way.

[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 sighed loudly, looking around a bit, before sighing again and sipping from his drink. "Oi oi, what kinda sausage fest of a party izzis? Only chick I see 'ere's my bloody sister." He complained loudly, glancing at Hakkyou as he said the word "sister." He laughed boisterously, then got closer to her. "I mean, fam'ly r'semblance is 'ere. White 'air, sharp eyes, sharper wit. That, and y'ain't all over me." He laughed again, this time louder and seemingly drunken. He had the act of a drunk down pat, and he was definitely selling it. Anyone who didn't know him well enough would think he was honestly drunk, and that would be their mistake. A tricked pocket is a picked pocket, after all.

As the sun finally set, and the moon began to rise, Jack let up the act a bit, looking up at the sky. "Ah, the night. 'Bout time. Oi, Hakky, c'mere for a sec. I need your help wif somethin'." He tugged at Hakkyou's arm lightly, motioning towards the stage and smiling. He had a plan to liven up the events of the night, and he needed Hakkyou's assistance.

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Tags: Urryboday
Notes: Little short, but oh well.
Credits: Made by Pixel of DoB

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[Night]

It is now the night of the first day. At this point, children are put to bed, and the more "adult" entertainment is brought out. Have fun~