19th Gate [action + dictation]

[peacockherald]

[Vanyel is... well, floored to say the least by all this. His world had fairs, but there was nothing like this. The closest they came to a 'ride' was pony or hay rides for the children, and maybe a may pole or two, but nothing like this. Glittering ferris wheels, high-speed tilt-a-whirls, screaming roller coasters, foods that had no right existing, games that made no sense and he was sure were rigged, 

It was basically one big giant jumble in his head and he is currently sitting on a bench, peering up at the questionable security of the ferris wheel and cringing at the screams from the near roller coasters and swings. Why? Why would you go on that thing in purpose? Thankfully, Yfandes was staying away, more than happy to let him deal with it up close as she watched from afar.

Of course, if there was one thing he had to say, the invention of this pop corn was quite delicious and wonderfully salty. He was currently licking his fingers clean of the salt and butter, glaring at the ferris wheel.

No, no he was not getting on that or anything else. No.] 

Is this how all fairs are in the more advanced worlds? Why would you get on anything called a 'Screamer' of any sort?

[ooc: talk back to him through the journals or force him onto a ride ~ Have fun! And, no, he is not a peacock, it just the only icon with the appropriate expression, lol]

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[madetosin]

[Well hi Vanyel, there's this man standing nearby, dressed all in white and almost glowing underneath all those flashing lights, a bemused smile on his face]

Many people find it thrilling to tempt fear.

you enjoy breaking this poor thing, don't you?

[peacockherald]

_{[Wearing all white was nothing new to Vanyel, and he might called the man a Herald, except he saw that the outfit was much different from an herald uniform he had ever know.]}

Ah, I suppose, but I have tempted it once to often to find it fun anymore.

_{[He motioned for the other to come and sit if he liked, not wanting to seem as if he was taking the entirety of the bench to himself.]}

only a little

[madetosin]

[There's a few moments while Muraki considers the offer and then moves over to take the seat, sitting a few feet away]

This is hardly real danger. It's just illusion, meant to produce adrenaline and euphoria.

[peacockherald]

Even so, I would prefer to avoid it. Plummeting from that height cannot be safe.

_{[He was stout in his belief sir and you were not going to change his mind on this.]}

[madetosin]

Nor are any number of things. There are so many ways a person can die. Chance plays a large part in our mortality. The tragedy of accident. The circumstance that leads a person to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The combination of two genes to make an incurable disease. How much do we really have control over? We take our chances every single day. When you consider that, how much can a ride in a silly little wheel hurt?

[peacockherald]

I would prefer not to die in it then, little chance or no. I have done enough of skirting death my own world, I prefer to stay away from it here unless necessary.

[madetosin]

You're not going to have any fun that way.

[peacockherald]

I think then, this fair and I define fun in very different terms.

[madetosin]

There are other ways. Maybe the petting zoo is more your speed?

[Lights! Camera! Action!]

[cantacquityou]

[Oh, look. That's some familiar long hair and somewhat-medieval clothing... So here's someone appearing and nonchalantly resting his elbow upon the head of the bench, with his own gaze fixed upon the ferris wheel. He is clad in a deep red short-sleeved shirt along with khaki slacks, carrying a carnival tote bag.]

You could do to wear something a little less restricting at a fair you know, Vanyel.

lol

[peacockherald]

These aren't restricting...

_{[He is dressed in his outdoor tunic and pants and boots. They were looser than some of his other items by far, and belted around the waist, his dark hair drawn back in a tail.]}

But it is good to see you, Edgeworth. How is the symphony coming?

[cantacquityou]

"Edgeworth," hm? Reverted back to formalities, have we?

[peacockherald]

Ah, I was unsure how we stood, since we have not spoke in so long.

_{[He smiled, offering him some popcorn.]}

How goes the symphony, Miles?

[cantacquityou]

Thank you. [He wasn't exactly in the mood for more popcorn, but he accepts the kind gesture nonetheless and picks up a small handful.]

...Interesting, is the word that comes to mind...

[peacockherald]

_{[He laughed.]}

How so? One strange instrument to many?

[cantacquityou]

Well, that too... Also, I didn't really expect there to be as much interest as there was. I suppose I have my work cut out for me...

[peacockherald]

Well, I am willing to help as much as I can, even if I cannot actually play.

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[legacydeck]

[Having successfully found tasty, tasty shaved ice, Clow, is wandering back over. He bought you a cone, too, Vanyel. It's bright blue in a shade not at all found in nature. He offers it with a smile]

Not going to go on any of the rides?

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[peacockherald]

_{[He found himself brightening when he saw Clow, setting down his little bag of popcorn and reaching up to take the treat, having learned to trust the other's judgement in foods.]}

Thank you, Clow.

And no. I do not see how something that makes you scream should be considered a 'ride' of any sort, not to mention plummeting so from such a height.

_{[It just seems stupid to do unless you really have to, and even then!]}

Nor do I understand these 'bumper car' things.

[legacydeck]

Some people like the excitement. They're not bad, but they're not particularly exciting after the first few goes.

I'm rather partial to ferris wheels, though - I had a chance to ride on the very first one, actually.

[peacockherald]

_{[Vanyel pondered this as he ate his icy treat, giving the ferris wheel a dubious look - less than the roller coaster, but nonetheless dubious.]}

I still think going up so high is... not wise. What is to stop the thing from toppling?

[legacydeck]

They're very sturdily built. Though if it convinces you more, I can levitate both of us if need be.

[peacockherald]

_{[He gave him a look and then smiled, shaking his head a bit.]}

You just want to show off again, Clow.

<sub>[In other words, you were still not going to get him on that thing!

He held out his bag to him.]</sub>

Popcorn? It's quite delicious - salty though, but I have found I enjoy it after all the road food I've had to eat.

[legacydeck]

I wouldn't pass up an opportunity, but I highly doubt I'd get one. It's very safe - and a lot of fun.

[Yep, turning up the charm just a little there. Though he will have some of that popcorn, too.]

Mm, it's a little bland if they don't add some kind of seasoning. I like the kind made with molasses the best, I think. Though you could add a lot of things... [...which he is now brainstorming.]

[peacockherald]

Molasses...? Oh, you mean the sticky kind, the kettle corn, they called it? I tried it, but it's a bit sweet for me - or at least, so much of it is.

_{[He cocked his head as the other trailed off and he chuckled.]}

Thinking up new dishes?

_{[He munched on more of his popcorn, going back to eyeing the ferris wheel.]}

How is it that it just doesn't roll away? Surely that is a concern?