paradisa | 19th Gate [action + dictation]

[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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[Muraki actually answers with a small smile]

Oh? Won anything interesting yet?

Hmm, a stuffed animal, actually. The booth runner called it an 'elephant'.

How about a joint game, then? I noticed a shooting gallery game.

Oh, all right. I am not used to the device they use, but I won this off an archery one.

Are you an experienced archer?

Somewhat. I am better at the sword, but I had to learn archery as part of my training.

Both a rare skill where I come from. I can help you with the gun, though, if you like.

Gun? Another of your futuristic weapons?

Well, it would be to you. To me it's commonplace. Think of it as an advanced form of your bow and arrows.

Oh, all right. I suppose it might not be a bad idea to learn then.

Well, they're hardly the real thing, but it will give you the basic idea.

[He stands from the bench, places on hand in his pants pocket, and uses the other to gestures towards the midway]

_{[Vanyel nods and rises, boots crunching across the ground as he heads for the main game tent area, already knowing which tent they would be going to. He knew what a gun was, knew what it looked like thanks to the library, but had never actually touched one.]}

All right, is this it then?

[The booth itself was riot of flashing lights and soft clacking as the various targets moved back and forth on tracks on the far wall.

Muraki nodded and stepped up to the counter, where small toy rifles were tied in intervals. He handed the attendant a few tokens, enough for the both of them, and held out one of the guns to Vanyel]

Here you are. The objective is to hit the targets. The smaller ones up on the top row are worth more than the large ones there on the bottom.

All right.

_{[He looks at the gun dubiously, running his hands over the false stock and around the trigger.]}

I suppose this is how I get it to shoot?

That's right. You aim it like this... [He stepped close until he was almost touching the herald, and guided the barrel of Vanyel's gun upwards with his hand, placing the stock near his shoulder]

Look down the barrel and use the sight at the end there to pick your target. Simple.

_{[Vanyel blinked at the sudden closeness, but did not move away, only.. seemed to tense the slightest bit. He let the other guide the gun into place and sighted down it.]}

All right, I suppose it's something like shooting an arrow...

I couldn't say. The only thing you have to worry about it kickback, though there won't be much of that with these little things. I believe they're powered with air rather than gunpowder.

[He moves away and takes up his own gun]

Ready?

I suppose so. Won't know until I try.

_{[He gave the other a little smile and brought the gun to bear, taking aim.]}

[He smiled back and nodded to the ghost operating the booth, which activated the round, the lights flashing and bells ringing.

Muraki wasn't a marksman, but he had a steady enough aim and enough practice to be decent at the game]

_{[Vanyel had a harder time of it. It was like aiming a bow and yet not, and frankly he had never been good at the bow anyways. He managed to know one or two down, but it was clear he would need more practice before he got the aiming down.]}

Well, that was not a spectacular failure, at least.

Everything must start somewhere.

[He smiled and idly pointed at a tiny cowboy doll that the ghost handed over. The doctor examined it with almost a tender expression, then held it out to Vanyel]

For you.

_{[He blinked and took it, nodding his thanks as he tucked the little doll into a strap on his belt.]}

Thank you, that is very kind. Between you and Clow I shall have a small collection, I think.

Nothing wrong with a collection... [His was, presumably, back on his own world. Maybe he could start another here, if he was doomed to stay awhile]

That does remind me, I did not get your name.

Ah, my apologies! I am Vanyel Ashkevron.

_{[He held out his hand to the other for a shake, figuring that would be wiser than a bow. That seemed to throw people.]}

[He takes the hand and shakes it lightly]

Nice to meet you, Vanyel-san. I am Muraki Kazutaka.

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