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//TESTDRIVE8.0.EXE CERESCON Y2NEVERGONNAGIVEYOUUP. Welcome, new arrivals and already dedicated residents, to CERESCON. This three-day extravaganza is taking place at a convention center just a few blocks away from where new arrivals will view their powerpoint presentation (...has that always been there?!) and if you're worried about the entrance fee, don't be - your badges are already paid for and you don't even need to show ID in order to obtain the badge (they already know who you are). Note this is not the actual company of CERES this time; it seems to be a completely volunteer-run affair by the native population of the colony. If the current music on repeat is any indication as you spend your time waiting in line for your badge, it seems there is a very strong need to demonstrate that you all are important. And are never...uh, alone. Sorry about Santa, kind of. Also, please don't step out of line, you'll lose your place and have to go to the back of the line. Getting your badge once you get in line is no longer an option, with volunteer speedy robots half the size of an average adult (or maybe your size if you're in the four foot range) more than happy to pick you up over their heads and scooter you to your appropriate place in the line, including making you get to the back of it if you managed to step out too far. They insist you accept their apologies and show of good will. Get this Party Started Once characters reach registration, in addition to the badge they will receive a goodie bag with a map of the convention center, a schedule of events, a CERESCON T-shirt, and one (1) absolutely useless trinket from home. (NSFW) Furthermore, for your pleasure, one of the many models sponsored by Cerealia top (and only) producer of "adult merchandise" has been included (NSFW!!). Enjoy your weekend filled with colorful cosplay, questionable merchandise, bizarre panels, gaming rooms and extremely overpriced food! If you're bringing weapons, you'll be forced into the line of inspection to be peace bonded. If you are a weapon (swords, yes, especially you...) you will be peace bonded. Violation of personal privacy/space complaints will not be acknowledged for peace-bonding, as it is a necessary requirement for the safety and fun of everyone. Don't let your peace-bonding fall off, either, or you will be dragged back kicking and screaming (with your weapon or just you if you are the weapon) into the line. If you are bringing along an animal or robot or other companion (ex: if Hiccup brings Toothless), they need to be peace-bonded, too. The difference is the staff seems to treat them with much more care than you and your weapons. Huh. Lastly, if a character decides to make things not fun in any way—for themselves or otherwise—they will find themselves with a single special security member appearing out of nowhere to properly show them why they should be having that fun. He will show up at any time, anywhere. This includes the bathroom if you feel the need to be negative in the bathroom about things. Each time he has to show up, the situation will be more severe in warning. If you need to be approached more than a very generous five times, the sixth time will invoke you being removed from the con rather violently, badge taken from you and you lifted by the crowd control volunteers to get back in line and START ALL OVER AGAIN.

//SCENARIOS.EXE PROMPT I [ 0000 ] COSPLAY IS MAGIC The convention center is crowded, and many of the congoers are most definitely getting into this. They seem to think you are, too—even if you're not in cosplay, they sure are under the impression that you are (you know, as yourself)! Don't be surprised if you get stopped for pictures by overly enthusiastic colony natives. ...also don't be surprised if strangers dressed as people you know from home jump in on these pictures. They're all too willing and eager to talk about how hard they worked on their costumes, and how excited to see other fans they are. Heck, some of them might even be cosplaying you! Hopefully you don't get a highlander waxing poetic about how they would have chosen a better wig to suit your hairstyle than what you have or that your scar is on the wrong eye or how that material you chose for your vest is kind of tacky. Also, don't correct them about any facts they have wrong about you (or your world), if they start talking to you about it. Some will be very insistent they know what they are doing as a dedicated fan and cosplayer. (maybe you just didn't study your reference book hard enough before arriving like they did.) It's a fierce world out there of competitiveness. (some cosplayers will have done excellent jobs, and of course, others will not so great. it's up you and whoever you tag with on the types you'll meet! if you end up in the bathrooms at any point, you will find them crowded with cosplayers trying to fix wardrobe malfunctions and stalls being used as dressing rooms. Hopefully you can wait.) PROMPT II [ 0000 ] HOW MUCH FOR THAT FRENCH FRY, AGAIN? It's shaping up that there are long, loooong lines for the various panels and activities, so you'll want to get in line early if you want to be sure you get a good spot! The topics of the panels span a range of just about anything under the sun, from origami lessons to voice-acting discussions to cosplay makeup tips to the wonderful world of slash fiction. There is one panel that doesn't have much of a wait to get in—and that will be basically a rehash of the introductory powerpoint sequence, but they added some sort of flashing effects that could probably give someone a seizure. If nothing else, you'll be rewarded for your mistake of staying in that room for even ten seconds with a headache and a bit of nausea that'll require you to get a bottle of water and/or food from a vendor to make it go away. (Food from outside won't help, and the character will have nausea for the entire day of the con unless they remedy it with some over-priced convention food!). If you get hungry while waiting in line, you'll want to send someone out on a food run. Be sure to only buy from approved CERESCON vendors! Some of the restaurants from the city have set up booths (maybe your character is working at one!), but the prices are high and the portions are tiny. Don't even think about trying to smuggle in food from the outside, either. If you leave the con to save yourself some money for lunch, make sure to finish it first as bringing it back to the con will have the special security force come up to you once at the door (and stopped by a con-volunteer about the food), take it out of your hands and— —throw it on the ground in front of you both. Maybe jump on it for good measure, while they are at it. The volunteer that had stopped you in the first place will now cheerily point you in the direction of various food stands scattered throughout the convention center. You know, as if nothing just happened there with your smuggled goods being found. You can expect jacked prices from the aggravating that you begrudgingly pay to the outlandish. PROMPT III [ 0000 ] HAMSTER STYLE All throughout the day, a large hall with a sturdy wooden floor will be hosting a wide variety of video games. There are your usual arcade games, some console games set up on floating flatscreen televisions, and five dance game consoles (strangely similar to DanceDance Revolution and ParaPara Paradise, for those who know of them from home)— show them your moves and try to be as awesome as this guy. (Games can be a parody of just about any video games out there, so use your imagination. You can even have a special booth that's trying to promote a game like Sword Hell Touken Ranbu mania that you're either into yourselves or are victim to via plurk timelines. Or, you can have visual novels to play as they try to promote those. Anything goes, even if you probably wouldn't normally find it at a convention to play.) If your character is from a video game, even with the game being played at the con as a parody, they can find little freebie trinkets that may have them as the character on it promoting the gameplay!) When the sun goes down, that's when the party really starts. The CERESCON Rave takes place in another area—an unimaginably big ballroom on the second floor of the convention in its West Wing. Once 9:00PM hits, even if you are doing other con activities, volunteers will start coaxing you towards the direction of the rave. The longer you resist, the more insistent they will get. Although they will eventually drag your sorry butt there, you'll be able to leave around fifteen minutes after the rave starts and go back to what you were doing. If you somehow managed not to get dragged to the rave, the efficient cleaner robots will assume you are con equipment needing to be put away and lock you in a storage closet. Maybe if you scream really loud for help, someone will eventually notice and be able to open it so you can get yourself out of the dark. As for the ballroom itself, the large space will be transformed in a fancy display (transformer style!! they obviously must have observed mecha transformations for it in particular because it's pretty much a ripoff) into a dance floor with blacklights, colored strobe lights before the doors close and everything goes black. At the back of the room, a large theater style video will play. At around 0:35 seconds in the video, all the lights will come back on for partying. And the end of the video will have the car come busting through the screen like its paper and the hamsters will get out and guess what!@! They're your DJs for the evening. They like it when you dance with them, so make sure to at least pretend for one song. Also, upon entering you'll have been given glowsticks of all kinds, so let loose and have a blast. (If your character so desired, they could have activated the glowsticks at any time. Note that there will be npc natives in addition to player characters at the rave!). —and, hey, wallfowers!! Why aren't you dancing?? What did you get told about fun when you entered this convention?! PROMPT IV [ 0000 ] CHECK OUT WHAT I HAVE UNDER THIS COAT. A dealer's room! That should be harmless. Lets start with how incredibly huge it is and that they have some awesome music and live entertainment while you shop(?!) There are all sorts of thing available to buy here—everything from knockoff comics and DVDs to keychains and plushies to somewhat more reasonably priced packaged snacks to cat ears that wriggle in accordance with your brainwaves. What a great use of science, right? All of the vendors are so excited to be here, and even more excited to have you looking at their wares! But mostly they're excited for your money. They've employed the same kind of helpful robots that had kept people in line back at badge pick-up to usher people over to their stands, and if anyone uses excuses "It's too expensive" or "I don't have enough money," when declining interest in buying something, never fear. The robot-merchants will be more than glad to strongarm another shopper into joining you and will then proceed to repeat, "SHARING IS CARING, SO SPLIT THE BILL, CHINSWAD!" over and over again until you buy something... even if you don't actually know whoever they brought over. The far side of the room is devoted to stalls where artists are hawking their wares. If you think you see some familiar faces mixed in with the unfamiliar ones in the artwork, that's because you do—some of the natives have taken to illustrating pictures and doujinshi featuring none other than you along with your friends from home, your cross-canon CR, or even just people you haven't met yet that they think you would look cute with. These works range from fluffy to disturbingly explicit, though underage characters won't find themselves featured in anything questionable (nor will they be able to look at the material). In fact, the dealers will seem to know when the udnerage are approaching, and will hide the explicit works from view before they can even see them, including taking goods you or another may currently be looking at. Make sure you buy something before exiting! Getting to the exit without at least one purchase will have you stopped by the volunteers at the exit making sure people are exiting without killing each other. What do you mean you didn't buy something? Get back in there, because they aren't going to let you out until you do. In fact, if you try to exit without any merchandise, you'll be expected to get two. Please and thank you for demonstrating your enthusiasm to having fun this CERESCON. (If a character buys something for another character and gives it to them, it counts as purchasing an item. volunteers just conveniently know and so does Panda-san. ) Now get out and don't come back unless you're planning to buy something the next time you're here. Have a nice day. BONUS [ whyo'clock ] YOU WANT TO HIT MY WHAT? And, of course, CERES has latched onto one of the more trying convention traditions. We aren't talking about shouts of "YOU JUST LOST THE GAME" or "BUTTSCRATCHER", or anything else that has been a thing shouted pointlessly. We are talking about good ol' paddles. Yaoi paddles. Yuri paddles. And many other varieties between and outside thereof the aformentioned, too. Natives have purchased them, and are extremely enthusiastic to have heard of the ways of other worlds using these items at conventions. Don't you worry, no matter who you are, they're coming for you, and probably when you least expect it. Since it will happen multiple times throughout the convention regardless if you've already been graced by any, characters may start to realize that background noise (is this chase music?!) will be heard to alert you of paddler presence. Unfortunately, if you can hear the music, it means you are already in their sights and locked-on for targeting. You better run before they hit you, because if they do, you'll be incurring the effect of the paddle and have some terribly strong sexual desires to act on them (so if you're hit with an uke paddle, you'll end up feeling pretty hot and bothered quite soon along with the desire to be particularly submissive with your partner). Obviously, the paddlers will try to lead you back (as you're pretty much going to end up in some sort of semi-stunned state for the first few minutes before it isn't numb anymore and the paddle effects set on) to find the right match for you! Because, really, what these natives to seem to be really doing is trying to get some real-life doujinshi scene actions from you guys. Give your loyal fans some fanservice and make them scream. (You didn't really think they'd hit you with a paddle without an ulterior motive, did you...) The effects will wear off in about a half-hour or until you do at least some form of physical contact. Kissing and above will be enough to get rid of the effects, although the more explicit the intimacy is, the longer period of time before more paddlers start looking for your cute butt, again. If running isn't your thing, you finally seem to have some options to you. You can get a paddle of your own from a stall in the dealer's room. Other paddle wielders will leave you alone while you have it, as long as you're actively chasing others down! Happy hunting. These paddles can be anything from a normal paddle that induces no effect at all except the "innocent" slapping of someone's ass with said paddle or you can get your game on and take out your feelings of humiliation on other congoers. Or use it to your advantage if you got a crush or well, when you think about the possibilities are endless. Also, if you snap a paddle on someone, the native paddlers will console you for your loss and conveniently have another one to offer you. If you try to hit natives possessing paddles of their own, they all seem to really like it and think that means you want to play with them. It won't end in your favor. Trust us. Cerealians really can't understand why these things have mostly been banned in other worlds. This might be the most glorious part of the weekend to them. [ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the meme. Also, please remember to make sure the threader is okay with whatever kind of things you guys decide to play out ICly! ]

//RUN.EXE Welcome to CEREALIA's Eighth Test Drive Meme. For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing everyone's arrival experience and a FAQ that should explain everything in more detail. Please read them thoroughly before playing. Thank you!

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Kazuya Minegishi | Devil Survivor: Overclocked

[belfire]

Prompt I

That's like the third sexy Yuzu I've seen, three more than I've ever wanted to see...

[Kazuya was squatting by one of the few bins littering the convention, staring at the people walking past with an intense, scrutinising eye. Cosplayers, cosplayers everywhere, and no Atsuro beside him to help him navigate this strange land. Why people were cosplaying him and his friends, he didn't know, didn't even want to know, and he leered uncertainly at the "Yuzu" strutting past, unsure on how to take the exposed cleavage and the mini-skirt that covered nothing at all. He probably looked like a total perv, staring blatantly like that, but, really, look, look at that, it was all just... out there]

Hmm... that one isn't bad though, I guess. [He leaned forwards on his toes, watching the Yuzu until she was well out of sight] Around a... seven. Definitely a seven.

Prompt III

[If there was one thing an upstanding Messiah like himself barely did, it was raving, so when he was bundled into a massive hall, lights flashing and music thumping, glowsticks in hand, Kazuya decided to throw his all right into it. He was like a kid, jumping around and waving those glowsticks like a lunatic, his white cape smacking any unfortunate soul standing near him right in the face.

Sorry random people, he's totally ignorant of his surroundings, so if you get a glowstick to the face, or elbow to the ribs, or an amorous cape flapping around you... he's totally not sorry about it.

Somebody stop him]

Prompt IV

[An unfortunate shopper will find themselves getting dragged over to a rather grumpy teenager arguing with what seems like a Pixie and one of the convention robots over a pretty, glittery hairclip of all things.]

I'm not buying it.

Pleeeeeeease, Master! Look how cute it is! It will totally fit your adorable looks!

Adorable!? Who're you calling adorable, you little-!

I agree with the fairy. You should buy it, it would look "cool" on you.

Don't try to sweet talk me into it! It costs like a billion! I'm not paying that, you damn tin can!

[It looks like blood- er, robotic circuitry is going to be shed soon...]

I

[kujou]

My name's Hinako! Not Yuzu!

[ She says, putting her hands on her hips. ]

Honestly... you would think I had my demons out or there was something wrong with my face with the way you were staring at me.

[belfire]

Er.

[Kazuya was a little surprised to see that this sexy Yuzu wasn't a Yuzu at all, but someone who could definitely pass as her sister, or aunt, or something. Someone definitely older. He squinted]

Eh, sorry, I guess. Couldn't help but stare, what with your... everything threatening to pop out. [Pause] How is it even staying there? Are you keeping it on with glue?

[kujou]

Haaah?!

[ Hinako now gets up in Kazuya's space, pointing at him accusingly with a finger and yes, her boobs are close and jiggling in a gravity defying manner. ]

How is what staying where? You have some sort of problem with a woman whose confident in her own skin?

[belfire]

[Kazuya squawked and almost fell flat on his ass with how quickly he tried to lean back. He's a dude, right, but, he doesn't want to face plant in some stranger's chest, okay]

I do when it defies logic! Look! How is your- [Shirt? Half-bra? BOOB COVERINGS??] Boob straps even staying on?! I demand answers! It's glue, right?! It has to be!

iii.

[gohiki]

[ the only reason he's in this rave area is, frankly, because he got lost and then one of those scary attendant-people-things shoved him into the room. it's dark, it's noisy, and there's far too much going on, and his head's spinning as he stumbles around trying to find the exit. perfect opportunity for kazuya to land a two-hit combo. the elbow to the solar plexus catches him off-guard, and when he stumbles, his feet snag on that ridiculous cloak, tangling up around his ankles. gokotai goes down like a ton of bricks with a startled 'aah!' -- and since he's all caught up in that cloak, that means kazuya's coming down with him. ]

[belfire]

[Kazuya's shriek at being brought down to ground level was not dignified in the slightest.

At least he landed on something soft, although said soft thing was all tangled up in his cape, and Kazuya had a moment of panic, remembering that one time with the Ym demon- no, okay, there're no tentacles, it's all cool, it felt like a... person dude?]

Uuuugh, pervert! [Kazuya vainly tried to squirm free, blindly smacking the unfortunate person with his glowstick] The hell you trying to do! Huh??

[So sorry...]

[gohiki]

[ awesome. he's nervous enough that that shriek is enough to make him give a short, startled yelp in response -- and then yelp again when he's suddenly being whapped across the head with ... something. whatever it is, it's just solid enough that it kind of hurts. still tangled up in that stupid cloak and unable to really back away, gokotai barely manages to shield his head with his one free arm, inadvertently kneeing kazuya right in his tender midside as he tries to sit up. ] I'm not -- a pervert! I just ... ! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!

[belfire]

Gah!

[Gokotai's accidental knee managed to knock Kazuya out of his half-panicked flailing, leaving him slightly winded as he recoiled as much as he could to nurse his side. Owww... huh, wait, that hurt? That shouldn't hurt. Physical attacks had no effect on him whatsoever. Did he somehow unequipped Repel Phys during his mad journey to this multi-dimensional convention?]

Eh...? Huh...?

[It seemed the momentary confusion spared Gokotai from further abuse, and the Messiah wriggled about in the messy tangle they were in, lifting the glowstick to try and better see his assailant's face]

Who the hell are you, pervert-jerk? You just hit me!

[gohiki]

[ he shrinks away just a little bit from the glowstick, squinting when it's brought a little too close to his eyes. it's not like any sort of torch or lantern that he's used to seeing, and that lurid shade of lighting reminds him a little bit of the enemies he's used to seeing out on the battlefields. what is that thing? ]

I -- I didn't hit you! ... On purpose. I'm sorry.

[ ducking his head, he tries again to back away from kazuya, but he's still caught up in the cloak, and all he manages to do is pull himself off-balance and flop sideways onto the floor. a sad kicked-dog whimper before he adds, flustered, ]

Ugh ... And I'm not a pervert. Or a jerk.

[belfire]

I'll be the judge of that!

[This was his thing, y'know, judging sins and all that stuff. He pulled the glowstick away, and with a few deft tugs, managed to untangle the both of them from his cape. He pushed himself up onto his knees, looming over the pervert-jerk who looked rather... pathetic and sad, curled up on the floor like that.

...

Huh. He felt a slight twinge of pity]

Okay, maybe, maybe, I'll believe you about not being a pervert, but you're still a jerk, dragging me down like that. [Nevermind that it was Kazuya's fault in the first place] Ugh, whatever, just- just get off the damn floor. Someone's gonna step on you.

[With that, Kazuya grabbed onto Gokotai's arm and roughly tried to haul him up. This is his version of an apology...]

III

[reprizesal]

[Oh dear, why is he here and where can he get out? He's only here because he was lost wandering about and got himself dragged into this weird, loud party.

It's dark. Normally, he wouldn't mind the dark - a tantou like himself thrives at night time battles - but it's loud and almost dizzying. Sayo stumbles through the floor.

Until someone's white cape get snagged in his hat, tangling in the strings and he almost stumbles when he feel an extra weight behind him. Despite his size, Sayo's stronger than a human around his apparent, physical age, so maybe Kazuya get pulled backwards?

Or drag Sayo with him, because he's tiny and probably lighter than Kazuya.]

[belfire]

[Eh? That's weird. Something just jarred him.

Kazuya stopped his excitable raving when he realised his cape was stuck on something, and he frowned, twisting around and pulling on the fabric rather roughly. With all these flashing lights, it was difficult to see clearly, but, eh...]

Oi, who's got my cape there?

[reprizesal]

[Sayo's reaching out behind him to grab whatever's stuck on him, feeling a cloth stuck in his hat. He paused when whoever's at the other end moved and he get pulled back, and then he heard a voice.]

...Cape? [Is that what he's holding? He can't see properly right now, and his big, round hat would probably obscure Kazuya's view from seeing Sayo.] Is that what's on my hat?

IV

[theshiningone]

[Being the one dragged into the conversation, he couldn't help and think "Seriously? Why me?" But it looked like this dispute wouldn't end unless the product was actually bought. What a pain! In the end, Hiro just lets out a troubled sigh... This place was more swindling than the streets of Osaka!]

Y'know... If you're not gonna put in your hair, then you could just clip it to your cape. Just because it's a hairclip doesn't mean it's gotta be used like one.

[CRAZY TALK... But thinking outside of the box and making new possibilities was kind of his thing.]

[belfire]

[The look Kazuya gave the newcomer could melt steel, and with the way his fingers were clenching, he was imagining throttling numerous somebodies at that moment (as Hiro was the only one nearby with a neck to throttle, he was unfortunately right on top of that list). Pixie, oblivious or uncaring of her master's worsening mood, positively gushed]

Finally! Someone who knows cute fashion! You should be more like him, master. Look at his adorable clothes! Why can't you wear that kind of stuff instead of that lame bedsheet? Huh? Huh?

Indeed, the human convention goer's sense of style is more "trip" and "hendy".

[Kazuya looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel]

It's not a bedsheet! Shut up! All of you! [Ignoring Pixie's giggling - who was looking far too pleased with her master's loss of composure - Kazuya picked up the hairclip and brandished it about violently] Let me make it perfectly clear! I'm not buying this! No one is ever buying this! It's- it's just- it'll totally cramp my style!

[theshiningone]

Oh, thanks! You have good taste, guys. Bunnyhood jackets are all the rage. ♪

[... Well, he was the only one he knew that wore one. But that was neither here nor there.

But really? Was this guy getting worked up over a hairclip? Sorry, Kazuya... Instead of being intimidated or freaked out, Hiro was actually taking a second to laugh. Because all of this was really silly and grumpy people like him were too fun to poke and prod.]

Look, dude... Calm down. If you don't want it, then that's cool. But you don't have to be a raging asshole about it. Instead, I can take it off your hands. There's plenty of things that I can do with a hairclip.

[He already had some ideas cooking in his skull. Like wearing it if he plans on crossdressing for another convention or giving it to a cute girl that he liked for examples...]

[belfire]

Wha-? I'm not being an ass-!

[He paused, frowning, as if only just realising that he had been waving around a hairclip and throwing a tantrum more befitting of a five year old, than the cool, awesome messiah he was supposed to be. He lowered his arm, glancing at Pixie - who was smiling widely - then at the convention robot, before his gaze settled back on Hiro]

...I wasn't being an asshole. [It was a petulant grumble, but his face was slowly turning a brilliant shade of red, and he thrust his hand out that was holding the hairclip, practically slapping it against Hiro's chest] Fine, just, just take it. Buy it. Whatever.

[theshiningone]

Thaaaaanks, Mr. Asshole! Your shit stinks a little little less now.

[It looked like he was reflecting on it and he was totally embarrassed, so that was a step forward in him realizing his potential to becoming a better person! Or something like that. Just because he was the King of Humans didn't mean that he couldn't get some amusement in rubbing salt in open wounds. (Show the guy some mercy, Hiro...)

But just for the fun of it... He'll even go ahead and put the hairclip in his own hair, then do a little cutesy pose without any shame whatsoever.]

So what do you guys think? Do I look cute with this thing on?

[belfire]

Yaaah, totally cute! Your fashion's so chic! You should totally teach Master to dress more like you! Then he'd be the most adorable Demon King ev-!

[Pixie was cut off when Kazuya let out an aggravated hissing noise, fangs flashing - sounding very much like a displeased cat - and slanted a warning glare at the tiny demon. Pixie, to her credit, shut up, but there was a definite air of smugness about her. He really needed to do something about this streak of defiance running through his demon ranks.

She knew how much that title rubbed him up the wrong way, but she stubbornly referred him to it anyway. In fact, all of his demons did. Not a single one of them referred to him as Messiah or by name. It was the only time they directly disobeyed him in something, much to his eternal annoyance. So what if they disapproved of him aligning with God? He was the King here, he decided what they did, no complaints!

Urgh...]

Absolutely perfect. [Kazuya's tone was short, but he looked rather wrung out, like he wanted to do nothing more than crawl under the nearest stall] Great. Amazing. Fantastical.

IV... long time no see winks

[loosetongue]

['An unfortunate shopper' -- more like Alois, who's been doing his very best to avoid being pulled over to spend his money on other people after he got suckered into paying double price on a coffee mug with some catchphrase printed on it he doesn't even recognize. The bag is clutched in his furious little fist as he calls the robot dragging him over something... gross. And he's not done yet, either.]

Let go of me, you overgrown hedge clipper-- If you think I'm going to pay for more of this tacky garbage, you can eat shit!

[And then, as he looks at hairclip guy, ready to let everyone in a twenty-foot radius know what he thinks of chipping in to help pay for things,] This is all your fault, you-- [Well, he's about to bust out the rude names, but ah-

Look at that little thing.] A fairy? You have a real fairy?

gasp! Our paths have crossed again...!

[belfire]

[Kazuya was giving the mouthy kid the stink eye - his fault? Huh! Like he knew he'd be strong armed into buying useless, expensive crap! - seemingly fluffing up like some sort of offended water fowl. Yup, he was pouting]

Pixie. She's Pixie, you rude-

Heehee~ yup, I'm a fairy! [Interrupted and ignored by your own demon servant... ouch. Kazuya's stink eye moved from Alois to her. Once again he was ignored. Grrr...] Aren't you just the cutest! Hey, hey, what's your name? You wanna play?

No one's playing anything! [He didn't need Pixie chasing any "cute" boys around with lightning bolts. He didn't want to get kicked out by security!] Least, not what you're thinking, you psycho.

ships colliding head-on in the night

[loosetongue]

[Alois very nearly sticks his tongue out at the pouting (and at being corrected--that's so a fairy), but he's mercifully (?) distracted by the cheery tiny person.

A fairy thinks he's cute. Well, he can work with that. He flashes his best adorable little boy smile, flapping a hand at the grumpy kid to hush.]

I'm Alois-- Your friend here doesn't want to share you, does he? [See, he's... sort of listening... ish.] Too bad, because I love a good game!

beautiful

[belfire]

[Kazuya had a little bit of nasty temptation to let the kid - Alois - sink and "play" with Pixie, but alas, he wasn't that cruel, and the memory of what Pixie had done to Yuzu when they'd first encountered demons was still a little too fresh for his liking]

I love them too! Hey, hey, I think we'll have lots of fu- ahh!

[Pixie squeaked indignantly when Kazuya suddenly pinched one of her delicate wings with startling speed. With one wing out of action, she promptly dropped, held only in place by Kazuya's forefinger and thumb pressing tightly on her captured wing. Pixie immediately started flailing and whining, looking more annoyed than pained]

Master! You jerk! You meanie! I was going to be gentle! Promise! It would've been fun! [And when this failed to make Kazuya budge...] Ugh!! You're the lamest demon ever!

Oh, shut up. [Kazuya flicked his wrist, tossing her up into the air. Pixie did a clumsy flip in the air before catching herself, her wings fluttering wildly as she hovered somewhere near the ceiling, looking extremely unimpressed] Your definition of 'gentle' would be, I dunno, hanging the kid from the nearest light fixture or something. Gotta say no to that, Pixie. Really, [he directed this to Alois] You shouldn't play games with fairies like her, trust me. You'll end up dead or maimed in some way.

fate

[loosetongue]

[Oh--wow. Fortunately (or maybe not), Alois is just as entertained by this scolding display than he would have been by an actual game. He watches with something close to childlike fascination- he's wanted to see a real fairy for ages- mixed in with dry amusement. It's like watching someone yell at his dog, except the dog can talk back...

Alois really would like a fairy of his own, one day. They'd get along!

After a moment of watching Pixie struggle and zoom away, his gaze slides back to The Meanie. He blinks; just now, did he hear-?]

I won't. Someone would protect me. [Or would if they were here, DETAILS. He smirks and looks up at Pixie, exaggerating a 'too baaaaad' shrug in her direction. Look who's not maimed!] Besides that, where did you get a proper fairy? It never works when I try!