Post by Franklin Stein on Dec 1, 2021 21:43:41 GMT -5
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----- Coming From Spirit Festival
Having made the rounds on the main Festival grounds it was time for Frankie to put his costume to good use. He knew it was only a matter of time before all manner of candy, pumpkin guts, or some other residue landed upon him and ruined his perfectly immaculate outfit. Any Festival was bound to get rowdy and the livelier such affairs got the more likely that people would end up spilling something on him. It was why he worked so very hard to try and avoid parties and jovial affairs. They were all so messy and completely distracting from the important things in life, his experiments! Still, since he had to be here as a representative of the Green Mantis he might as well truly show out. Sugar did wonders for fueling his late night experiments and since they were just giving it away he might as well get his hands on some of it. In this particular instance his best shot at getting those sweet treats was to compete against some other Festival goers and see who had the best outfit!
Frankie made his way over to the sign in desk, a volunteer for the Festival sitting behind and registering all participants. "Why hello there dear madam. I've come to win this competition! As you can see by my outfit I have undeniable evidence that supports my claim! Are you allowed to dispense the candy and winnings to me now or is there some winners circle I should stand in first where everyone can cheer for me before you do so? I'm honestly fine with skipping that part, seems superfluous to me, but if it has to be done." The woman's stare was completely apathetic. She just sat there with a lollipop in her mouth as she watched him before writing on a little wooden plaque his name and contestant number and handing it back to him. Was she blind?! Or perhaps she was merely hamstringed with a lack of authority to make such decisions for the competition? It was completely undeniable that he would be the obvious winner, but if he had to continue with this farce then so be it.
The mad mage made his way to a waiting area not far from the stage. There he found four other individuals that had been waiting. Each had their own little placard same as he. Stein contemplated making some small talk with his would be competition, but honestly he didn't see much point of that since inevitably there would be hurt feelings when he obviously walked away as the winner. Better not to pretend as if any of them would be walking away from this event with long lasting friendships or some sort of mutual respect. Besides, the silence allowed him to run various computations and calculations in his mind that he would have otherwise been too preoccupied to carry out. Like, exactly how much sugar could one ingest before they fell into some sort of permanent coma once the high had run its course? Could someone talented in Healing perhaps infuse into candies that could heal or help with mana regeneration? It would be a convenient market if they could guarantee both the flavor and the quality of the product for any length of time.
Frankie allowed himself to be caught up in his thoughts until he was interrupted by them by the shouts of an announcer who was beginning the show. It appeared as if the show would be going on with the contestants that had currently gathered in the waiting room. Given the sheer amount of people gathering for the Festival it was very likely they were planning on holding a few of these throughout the day. This way everyone could enjoy the Festival at their own pace and several people could go home a winner. Frankie applauded the idea. He would have felt a small twinge of pity had he made everyone else at the Festival a loser simply because they could not compete with his outfit. It also meant he wouldn't have to sit here all day while he waited for the show to begin, which was far more important as far as he was concerned. He had too many things on his agenda to just wait for the show to begin.
One by one the announcer called up each competitor, reading off a small list he must have been given by that rather rude volunteer at the desk that Frankie had spoken to earlier. As their names were called each competitor headed to the stage. They would walk to the center of it, show off their outfit, and then immediately head back to the waiting area where the next person who was called would eventually make their own way to the stage. As each person reached the center Frankie would watch as several people who must have been elected the judges took notes based on whatever they saw. Of the four he was competing against Frankie wasn't too impressed. The first contestant was wearing some sort of toga, but from the looks of it the outfit was originally just a sheet they likely had been wearing over their head to costume as a ghost only changing it when they entered the competition. The next might have been going for a fire motif, the outfit all in red. Only, they had gone a little too hard singeing the outfit to make it seem real and the thing looked more burnt then actual fire. The last two at least looked more presentable. The first had a suit with a domino mask, a little plain for Frankie's taste, but it did look fancy. The other had crafted a rather believable looking King outfit, complete with crown and everything. It was all cheap metal and fabric redesigned to look fancier, but it did the job nonetheless. Frankie might have been impressed if he wasn't so judgmental of the King and the system he led. With that sort of talent the man posing as King should have owned his own tailor shop in the capital, not getting by in the Forsaken Region. Another victim of a system which made it needlessly difficult for the poor to rise and effortlessly easy for the rich to remain in power.
Finally it was the mad mage's turn. He practically strutted on the stage showing off his outfit with gusto. He might have lingered a tad too long, but he figured he should give them all an eyeful of his outfit before he left. After all, when would they see such magnificence again? Once he was off the stage there was a short period of deliberation. It had surprised him that they had not stopped the show and given him the award there, but he supposed some dramatics were needed. When the announcer was back on the stage he called all the participants forward and with a flair announced the winner! A winner who was not Frankie?! It was the false King who stepped forward and took the prize, much to Frankie's shock. "Excuse me?! Was there a mistake? Perhaps you didn't have a good line of sight on my outfit? Why was I not deemed the winner?" Frankie could not help, but question the whole integrity of the show. His outfit was simply superior. A moment passed as each judge looked at each other before one stood up bravely and answered Frankie's accusations. "Umm...I'm sorry, but we just don't get it. Are you like an orange or something? Or like a fox thing? Just seemed a mish mash of ideas so we went with the King."
An orange, mish mash?! Stein stood there gob smacked for a long moment as the announcer handed he and the other losers some candy as a consolation prize. Frankie had a good mind to reprimand all these people in the name of the Green Mantis. He was feeling very convinced that they were all on the take, likely bribed by some no good noble or another. However, he got a hold of himself. He remembered the warning of doing his duty perfectly that the Captain had given. He would have his time and now was not it. "Hmph.... I'm a mandarin. Learn your citrus!" Was the only response he gave to the judges as he stormed off and away from the stage and this sham of a competition. He needed to get away from this place before he got any more upset. What he needed was to do a bit of harmless trick or treating. Nothing wrong with that. Plus, he knew those good people would appreciate his outfit and reward him with candy for it. Yeah, a little trick or treating and he would forget all about this insane moment. At least those were the reassurances he told himself as he made away and back out into the crowd where he could eventually do said trick or treating.
----- Heading to Trick-or-Treating.
WORD COUNT: 1,496
TOTAL WC: 2,501
TAG(S): N/A
----- Coming From Spirit Festival
Having made the rounds on the main Festival grounds it was time for Frankie to put his costume to good use. He knew it was only a matter of time before all manner of candy, pumpkin guts, or some other residue landed upon him and ruined his perfectly immaculate outfit. Any Festival was bound to get rowdy and the livelier such affairs got the more likely that people would end up spilling something on him. It was why he worked so very hard to try and avoid parties and jovial affairs. They were all so messy and completely distracting from the important things in life, his experiments! Still, since he had to be here as a representative of the Green Mantis he might as well truly show out. Sugar did wonders for fueling his late night experiments and since they were just giving it away he might as well get his hands on some of it. In this particular instance his best shot at getting those sweet treats was to compete against some other Festival goers and see who had the best outfit!
Frankie made his way over to the sign in desk, a volunteer for the Festival sitting behind and registering all participants. "Why hello there dear madam. I've come to win this competition! As you can see by my outfit I have undeniable evidence that supports my claim! Are you allowed to dispense the candy and winnings to me now or is there some winners circle I should stand in first where everyone can cheer for me before you do so? I'm honestly fine with skipping that part, seems superfluous to me, but if it has to be done." The woman's stare was completely apathetic. She just sat there with a lollipop in her mouth as she watched him before writing on a little wooden plaque his name and contestant number and handing it back to him. Was she blind?! Or perhaps she was merely hamstringed with a lack of authority to make such decisions for the competition? It was completely undeniable that he would be the obvious winner, but if he had to continue with this farce then so be it.
The mad mage made his way to a waiting area not far from the stage. There he found four other individuals that had been waiting. Each had their own little placard same as he. Stein contemplated making some small talk with his would be competition, but honestly he didn't see much point of that since inevitably there would be hurt feelings when he obviously walked away as the winner. Better not to pretend as if any of them would be walking away from this event with long lasting friendships or some sort of mutual respect. Besides, the silence allowed him to run various computations and calculations in his mind that he would have otherwise been too preoccupied to carry out. Like, exactly how much sugar could one ingest before they fell into some sort of permanent coma once the high had run its course? Could someone talented in Healing perhaps infuse into candies that could heal or help with mana regeneration? It would be a convenient market if they could guarantee both the flavor and the quality of the product for any length of time.
Frankie allowed himself to be caught up in his thoughts until he was interrupted by them by the shouts of an announcer who was beginning the show. It appeared as if the show would be going on with the contestants that had currently gathered in the waiting room. Given the sheer amount of people gathering for the Festival it was very likely they were planning on holding a few of these throughout the day. This way everyone could enjoy the Festival at their own pace and several people could go home a winner. Frankie applauded the idea. He would have felt a small twinge of pity had he made everyone else at the Festival a loser simply because they could not compete with his outfit. It also meant he wouldn't have to sit here all day while he waited for the show to begin, which was far more important as far as he was concerned. He had too many things on his agenda to just wait for the show to begin.
One by one the announcer called up each competitor, reading off a small list he must have been given by that rather rude volunteer at the desk that Frankie had spoken to earlier. As their names were called each competitor headed to the stage. They would walk to the center of it, show off their outfit, and then immediately head back to the waiting area where the next person who was called would eventually make their own way to the stage. As each person reached the center Frankie would watch as several people who must have been elected the judges took notes based on whatever they saw. Of the four he was competing against Frankie wasn't too impressed. The first contestant was wearing some sort of toga, but from the looks of it the outfit was originally just a sheet they likely had been wearing over their head to costume as a ghost only changing it when they entered the competition. The next might have been going for a fire motif, the outfit all in red. Only, they had gone a little too hard singeing the outfit to make it seem real and the thing looked more burnt then actual fire. The last two at least looked more presentable. The first had a suit with a domino mask, a little plain for Frankie's taste, but it did look fancy. The other had crafted a rather believable looking King outfit, complete with crown and everything. It was all cheap metal and fabric redesigned to look fancier, but it did the job nonetheless. Frankie might have been impressed if he wasn't so judgmental of the King and the system he led. With that sort of talent the man posing as King should have owned his own tailor shop in the capital, not getting by in the Forsaken Region. Another victim of a system which made it needlessly difficult for the poor to rise and effortlessly easy for the rich to remain in power.
Finally it was the mad mage's turn. He practically strutted on the stage showing off his outfit with gusto. He might have lingered a tad too long, but he figured he should give them all an eyeful of his outfit before he left. After all, when would they see such magnificence again? Once he was off the stage there was a short period of deliberation. It had surprised him that they had not stopped the show and given him the award there, but he supposed some dramatics were needed. When the announcer was back on the stage he called all the participants forward and with a flair announced the winner! A winner who was not Frankie?! It was the false King who stepped forward and took the prize, much to Frankie's shock. "Excuse me?! Was there a mistake? Perhaps you didn't have a good line of sight on my outfit? Why was I not deemed the winner?" Frankie could not help, but question the whole integrity of the show. His outfit was simply superior. A moment passed as each judge looked at each other before one stood up bravely and answered Frankie's accusations. "Umm...I'm sorry, but we just don't get it. Are you like an orange or something? Or like a fox thing? Just seemed a mish mash of ideas so we went with the King."
An orange, mish mash?! Stein stood there gob smacked for a long moment as the announcer handed he and the other losers some candy as a consolation prize. Frankie had a good mind to reprimand all these people in the name of the Green Mantis. He was feeling very convinced that they were all on the take, likely bribed by some no good noble or another. However, he got a hold of himself. He remembered the warning of doing his duty perfectly that the Captain had given. He would have his time and now was not it. "Hmph.... I'm a mandarin. Learn your citrus!" Was the only response he gave to the judges as he stormed off and away from the stage and this sham of a competition. He needed to get away from this place before he got any more upset. What he needed was to do a bit of harmless trick or treating. Nothing wrong with that. Plus, he knew those good people would appreciate his outfit and reward him with candy for it. Yeah, a little trick or treating and he would forget all about this insane moment. At least those were the reassurances he told himself as he made away and back out into the crowd where he could eventually do said trick or treating.
----- Heading to Trick-or-Treating.
Statistics
| POW: 020 DUR: 010 SEN: 000 STA: 020 CON: 020 | SPEED: 5m/s HEALTH: senior MANA SKIN: senior MANA POOL: 070 / 070 MANA REGEN: 20 IC / 10 OOC |
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Notes
WORD COUNT: 1,496
TOTAL WC: 2,501
TAG(S): N/A
