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Post by Ancients on Aug 4, 2015 16:41:25 GMT -8
OPENING EVENT II DOKI DOKI INKIDORTES & CO’S ARM WRESTLING BOOTH
How strange! A broad-shouldered bara lady sits at a shabby table in a maid uniform. Can a table that unsteady possibly support an arm wrestling contest? Even the clean white table cloth can’t dispel its horrible state. The only things that look remotely safe at this booth are a advertisement sign and a jar for money.
When you approach the bara-lady you’re bombarded by a string of vehement complaints regarding the obnoxious sign! Hearing your approach she looks up sharply and flexes, her grimace up turning into a fraction of a smile,
“Would you like to try?”[ This is not a starter. >:/ ]
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Post by solarpowered on Aug 4, 2015 22:44:00 GMT -8
Fate's strolled the fair grounds. Since it was early, business was slow so he felt he could take the time to relax just a little bit before getting back on to this face massacre i mean artistic face painting. He was in his fair clothing, striped red button down shirt and working jeans covered in paint.
He couldn't help but to stop at the sight of Inkie tho.
"Inkie-" He called her the name Fran usually uses when talking about her but stopped himself. No, he isn't so familiar as Fran is, huh?
"Inkidortes...good morning." He started at the woman with a smile. This was too strange of a sight even for him. Fate was trying not to snicker.
"Inkidortes and co's Arm Wrestling Booth, huh?" He said aloud as he read the sign. "And the maid costume...I assume is symbolizing for how...you are going to clean house?" He said with a bit of a laugh coming through.
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Post by Ancients on Aug 9, 2015 11:00:59 GMT -8
Sharply she looked for the source of her name, finding it easily. It was an incoming fashion explosion - Fate - who she offered a quirked eyebrow to in simple response. He really needed someone to dress him. She wondered if she could get Rhys on that; they were 'bros,' weren't they?
"Morning, Fate." His attempt at stifling a snicker wasn't going too well, but she gave him credit for trying. "...more like work in the cafe at some point." She gestured to the nearby Maid and Butler Cafe in case he needed...further reference. "And...last case scenario, clean up your mess." Inkidortes flashed a quick, small grin at his paint-spattered pants to make a point.
"But for now I'm working on not breaking people's arms. Or having mine broken."
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Post by solarpowered on Aug 9, 2015 23:12:37 GMT -8
It's true that Fran and Fate are bros but they disagree fundamentally on the issue of fashion: Fate believes one can never have too many patterns while Fran disagrees vehemently. Oh well, I'm sure they will figure it out one day.
Fate pated the paint on his striped shirt. "Messes? No, I feel like I'm doing a good job this time around. No one screamed at me yet or bursted into tears when I turned them around to face the mirror...I think I deserve a few back pats." He smiled as he approached Inkie. To be honest...Fate couldn't really imagine Inkie working in Fran's little cafe and if Inkie was anyone else, Fate would have already started with the smart aleck comments and the playful replies. But no, not today. Fate was trying to be good.
His golden eyes flickered to the money jar on the table. "I feel like we are rather similar when it comes to strength, Ms. Inkidortes, though perhaps you are a bit stronger. I would like to test that." He tapped on the money jar. "But I don't really have any use for money and to be honest, I don't feel like you do either. Do you mind if we changed the terms a bit?"
"...I win this arm wrestling thing, you let me paint your face. I lose, then...well, your terms, Ms. Inkidortes?" He asked her with a smirk.
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Post by Ancients on Aug 12, 2015 8:45:35 GMT -8
"You are not entirely wrong in any of your assumptions, Fate." Inkidortes cracked her knuckles one by one out of habit, not aware of the possible...indimidating vibes it seemed like she was attempting to give off. With another crack she continued: "I don't mind changing the terms. However... painting my face is something I'm not very keen on. At all." Grimacing she folded her hands, squinting up at him and the sun, so rudely shining right into her eyes.
There was...nothing she really wanted. Or quite needed. But perhaps...perhaps she could turn the tide in someone else's favor. If she won, that is.
"Yes, if you win my face is...painted. Only painted. No accessories, please. If I win, however, perhaps you might leave Rhys' face alone? For today, that is." Poor Rhys. he didn't need to be running from fate for the duration of the day, while running a cafe on top of that.
She was...rather pensive about this wrestle. It wasn't conveyed in her body language or her hazel eyes but her mind was very swiftly calculating whether she could win. Her face was at stake, after all.
Inkidortes propped her elbow up on the table, hand relaxed for when he would take it. "Have a seat, Fate. A warning: I may flinch at your touch. It means nothing." She shrugged nonchalantly and met his gaze with glimmer of confidence and determination in her own.
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Post by solarpowered on Aug 17, 2015 1:53:23 GMT -8
"Why are you guys treating my face paint like leprosy? It washes off you know. It's not infectious." Fate laughed. He nodded at what Inkie said about the flinch. No he understood. He took a seat, put his elbow down on the table, raised his hand too and clamp his fingers on to Inkie's.
"There is a rumor that you guy easy on those who are weaker and harder on those who aren't. I'm expecting your best though, Ms. Inkidortes." He said with a smirk.
LYxJo06T + 5 to STR=11
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Post by Ancients on Aug 20, 2015 17:30:34 GMT -8
"It's infectious while its still wet. And some people insist on rubbing their faces on mine." Her expression hardened, not with cruelty, but rather in a way that embellished upon how she'd really rather avoid the entire face painting fiasco. "Hence I'd rather like to win this contest so my face is doubly spared."
Inkidortes gripped his hand, flinching upon his cool touch to her feverishly warm skin, and gripped his hand firmly. "Oh?" She quirked a heavy eyebrow in annoyance, "Rumors and me do not mix well. In any case, if I lose it must be this shabby table's fault." As if on cue, the table shook, weight unevenly distributed. She should have found a better one, really. This table was beneath her (quite literally).
"On the count of three. One.. Two... Three..."
iavdaSrj + 6 = 11 fml
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