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Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal

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Date: August 24 - 30th
Location: Sinbrilee
Situation: An ancient festival of an ancient city, all are welcome at the Bacchanal!
Warnings/Rating: Please label threads as appropriate.

Death and destruction cannot curtail the single most important festival celebrated by the denizens of Sinbrilee: The Bacchanal! The ghosts in and about the city have begun to gossip about high fashion and festivities, sending any that inquire to the Amphitheatre -- a grand, circular structure nestled in the west side of the city.

This structure bore the fall of Sinbrilee and the wear of time with dignity, having lost handfuls of archways and one long stretch of wall to crumbling decay. Despite this, it is obvious that the amphitheatre once hosted many a display and every more festivities than the mind can grasp. This was their solace and safety; here is where the people of Sinbrilee came to find the mind's escape from all that threatened them and their great turtle.

Ghosts have been busy throughout the week, clearing paths through debris and hanging great cloth banners of soft blues and greens to disguise the more blatant signs of its decline. Many hundreds of them shimmer and slid through the area, providing for tables upon tables of food, offering drink, and overseeing competition of sport and skill (some even denying death's non-corporeal curse to enter).

Here, well... Here is where the party begins!

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In the end they hadn't even needed to discuss where the two of them would meet. Greed knew that Lan Fan would probably be hungry, and if not she could find him wherever he was anyway. The man was dressed stylishly in a Black and Gold suit that he'd found, which he'd managed to haggle the shop owner down to a reasonable (to him) price on. He'd even managed to get some comfortable shoes to match.

He scanned the tables of delicious looking fare, just in case she had arrived before him, and occasionally picked up a bite or two of the finger foods.

Lan Fan still wasn't sure how she had been talked into this. It was one thing agreeing to go to such an affair, it was another to agree to wear something so feminine. And perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad for her if it wasn't for the fact that he caused her automail port and the scars surrounding it to be on display. She was not ashamed by them, but as someone who preferred to remain unnoticed it was a trait that was significantly attention grabbing.

But one thing that was sure to keep her mind off of the awkwardness of it all was food and there happened to be a lot of it, and it was good, and so she proceded to shovel food in an extremely un-lady-like way==which shouldn't have been too shocking, considering she was anything but a lady.

Scanning the tables brought her instantly to his attention, and Greed had to chuckle as he watched the woman eating nearly every scrap of food that came within arms reach. He strolled up to her casually, sliding past the ghosts and other guests with ease and coming to a stop just by her flesh shoulder. She didn't look like she'd noticed him yet, so suddenly feeling mischievous Greed cleared his throat a little, adjusted his pitch, and suddenly, the voice of Ling Yao emitted clearly from his vocal cords.

"Careful now Lan Fan" He said cheerfully "If you go too fast you might choke on something." Greed knew, even as the words left his mouth, that he was going to pay for this in a minute, but he rarely thought before leaping in head first and this was just another one of those moments that he couldn't' pass up.

It was a cruel joke, to be sure. Lan Fan sensed Greed coming up on her--there really was no way for him to truly sneak up on her--but hearing that voice took her by complete surprise, and if Greed hadn't wanted her to choke, that was definitely the wrong thing to do. She gasped, partially inhaling what had been in her mouth and instantly putting her into a coughing jag as she whips around, somehow exclaiming 'young master!?' in between trying to swallow what remained in her mouth and coughing up what had gone down the wrong pipe, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Now, Greed was fairly sure she wasn't going to choke. And if she started to really go blue well...he wasn't going to let that happen. But he wasn't expecting her to actually exclaim as though she thought Ling was there. She knew his ki better than probably anyone alive and so in his mind, she should know better.

He had really been expecting her to punch him or something. So he looked just as shocked as she did and somehow stammered out "What!? No you dumbass it's me!"

If he thought that she would have pointed out that his overwhelming ki masked Ling's entirely to the point that she had to hunt for it even when she knew they were in front of her--so why wouldn't it be possible for Ling to suddenly emerge inside him? The place had already made plenty of unfeasible things perfectly possible.

She was still coughing when Greed reacted, making it perfectly obvious it had been an impression, choking out a 'what?' before she finally managed to somewhat catch her breath, her expression going from hope to disappointment to anger in a few split seconds.

And then followed by a solid punch with her flesh fist to his arm and a snarled, "Why would you do that!?"

He took the punch, and even her flesh hand was like a small rock hitting his arm. It would heal of course, but it still hurt. "I didn't think you'd buy it!!" He retorted, making a sweeping gesture despite the pain. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before they started drawing a crowd with their ridiculous antics and suddenly starting to realize what a bad idea this had really been as he rethought and analyzed the quick succession of faces she'd made.

Apparently he wasn't calm enough yet though, because he suddenly blurted out "You look really nice by the way!" In a voice that still sounded kind of loud and angry.

She growled at his response and just took a second swing at him, though this time it was open palmed. "You have the same body and you swallowed his ki signature while you were together, how would I be able to tell!?" she snarled before huffing angrily, looking almost like a fluffed up wet hen.

And at his last half-shouted words she started to retort with her own--at least until she made out what he actually said, at which point she just stumbled over her own words in a similarly angry tone.

"Well I'm sorry about that!" He blurted out as she began to sputter as well. Then he stopped dead still for a long moment, and it was possible he'd even forgotten to breath. He just stood there, looking at her, his violet tinted eyes staring into her dark ones until finally he said in a low, almost ashamed sounding voice "I'm sorry."

Clenching his jaw the man sighed and reached over to the table, grabbing one of the finger foods there and shoving it into his mouth quickly before repeating the motion and offering the food item to her, a little flower shaped pastry, and finally averting his gaze from the woman with a huff.

She sputtered a few more moments, her face so red it looked like her skin might peel off and then turned back to the table. "Idiot..." she growled in a low dismissive tone--which, in Lan Fan language, more or less meant 'apology accepted'.

She glanced back, seeing the motion of him handing her something and glanced from the pastry and up to him as he looked away. She rolled her eyes once and took the offering from him and taking a bite.

Once his apologetic gift was accepted, Greed finally felt like he could breathe again, and he stood next to the woman, randomly picking foods off the table and trying them. Every once in a while the man glanced over at her, his casual and upbeat demeanor gradually returning until finally with a little chuckle he paused before his next bite to comment.

"So you wanna stay here all night, or should we y'know...dance."

She gave him a bit of a look--specifically one that clearly said 'are you kidding me?' "The only sort of 'dancing' I am any good at is the kind that involves weapons."

"I'm no ballroom genius, but I could probably swing ya around the floor a few times without stepp'n on yer toes" He replied, apparently un-phased by her expression. It seemed to be his new goal in life to drag the woman out of her comfort zone.

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"Well don't you look dashing," It was a playful jab from what was probably, at least by now, a familiar voice. For her part Makoto had decidedly forgone the fuku in favor of a gown, though granted it wasn't entirely her idea. The transformation wand had made this choice all on its own...apparently this world liked to screw around with the abilities of others as well. It wasn't bad at all feeling a little girlie, except now her shoes made her as tall as Greed and she had the symbol for Jupiter emblazoned on her forehead.

It's probably not a surprise that Makoto would be wandering around these here parts with enough samplers on her plate to feed a small village, but hey she had to acquaint herself with all of the flavors of this world. It would help if she decided to open that bakery, "one thing you could say about this party, they put out a pretty good spread!"

Turning, Greed leaned his hands against the sturdy table, giving Makoto an approving look and a grin. "Hey. I always look good." He told her before adding "But you're looking pretty amazing yourself. Not that I wouldn't have minded you showing up in that mini-skirt thing you showed me earlier." He seemed a little surprised to find the girl at eye level with him, but it didn't seem to bother him in the least and he jerked his head toward the platters of food that were spread all across the table.

"So what are you gonna do huh, reverse-engineer these recipes?" He asked her in a teasing way.

"Ah...haha...well okay, you've got me there," because she's not exactly sure how to respond to his I always look good comment without embarrasing herself in the process. "I probably would have come in the fuku, but my star henshin decided it wanted to put me in this today...I'm thinking it has something to do with this place." She just shrugged her shoulders, no point in thinking about it too hard.

"If you put it that way I just might!" She nodded her head sagely going with the teasing, but there was some truth in that reverse-engineering, "it's the only reason I've been piling so much onto my plate. Though that means extra training later, but it's worth it now."

"Well your wand's got good taste I guess." The man nodded, pecking at a few of the finger foods that were laid out next to him. He was still using the table to lean on like some rebellious teenager. He was pretty sure after trying her food that if anyone could recreate this stuff it would be her.

"I bet you'll have all the culinary secrets by the end of the night." He agreed, with a little wink. "If you need someone to practice on by the way you can come on by my place. I'm pretty tough". And maybe Lan Fan wouldn't mind having a sparring partner for that matter.

"It is pretty talented, isn't it?" In fact it was so talented that it surprised even Makoto who could still be taken off guard by the unexpected. Of course she was joking, she wasn't that full of herself, but there was something to be said about showing a little bravado

"That's the plan! It's nice to have clear goals, don't you think?" She laughed a little bit not exactly sure what to do with that wink. Though when the subject turned to training she felt like she was in her element again. "Oh yeah, I didn't know you had fighting skills. Now I wanna see what you can do!" And she wouldn't say no to having a sparring partner either.

"Hey I don't like to fight Ladies" the man commented bluntly. "But I've got this shield that's pretty much indestructible, and I'll be happy to play punching bag for ya." As he spoke the man lifted his left arm up, briefly allowing the coal colored carbon to envelop his hand, which also caused his sharply clawed digits to appear as well. He only left it up for a moment though and soon his skin had returned to it's usual pale color.

"Ehhhh?" Okay, Makoto looks a little disappointed in that particular statement, but not upset. She'd only ever get pissed off if someone made her feel weak because she's a girl. This was more like a principle and clearly Greed thought her talent was impressive, but she was still a little disappointed nonetheless...but that didn't last long, not when he armored his hand. It was brief and she just blinked at him for a second as if he had just performed some kind of mind boggling magic trick. Did she really see it? Of course it wasn't the most unusual thing she has ever seen in her life, but she wasn't really sure of what she saw. No qualms, Makoto grabbed Greed's hand and flipped it this way and that...maybe he was palming his trick like a skilled magician, "wow! That's pretty amazing Mister Greed...what kind of shield is it? How does it work? Do you just summon it at will?" It takes her a second to realize she's still looking at the various angle of his hand before she realizes it and throws her arms in the air looking a little sheepish, "heh...sorry, just curious."

He almost laughed, enjoying the attention and curiosity. "It's made of hardened carbon and yeah, I just kind of do it. Like flexing a muscle I guess." He replied with a grin. "It's designed to be impenetrable but after seeing some of the people around here I'm thinking 'near' might be more accurate." Placing his hand back on the table the man finally chuckles, watching her hands fly off of him. "Don't worry about it. I like curiosity. You don't ask questions and well..." His gaze grows distant for a moment as he remembers something. "Things can get real bad babe. Real bad."

"That's pretty useful having instant access to your abilities," as Makoto had already demonstrated, access to her power required a transformation...though not so much for her physical strength. Having seen some of the abilities of foreigners on the Turtle, Makoto had to agree it would difficult to put up an ultimate defense, "yeah, there are some pretty tough characters running around." She was glad that her curiosity was appreciated as opposed to unwanted, but with the detached expression forming on Greed's face she couldn't help looking a little concerned, "I...can imagine."

He looked up and suddenly became acutely aware of her expression, so he shook his head and grinned. "Hey don't look like that alright. You've got a good curious streak and I don't think you have to worry about not asking enough questions." And he took his hand off the table and crossed his arms over his chest (though his backside remained leaning against it).

"Eh...ah...well it just sounds like you have some personal experience in that area and I'm not one to poke at wounds...well...not intentionally...if it's a bad experience of some kind..." she didn't really think it was fair poking around in someone else's heart, even if she was a little bit curious about his experiences with no asking enough questions. If Greed knew things could get bad then there must be something behind it. "Oh? Did you ever find any gambling hot spots in the festival...you were hoping for something like that, right?"

"Yeah you're right. I know a lot about what happens when you do what yer told without question." He agreed with a quick nod, but the man was thankful when the subject changed. "No I didn't find anything! Maybe I just wasn't lookin hard enough though." He grinned. The man hadn't given himself much time for searching, instead focusing on heading over to the dining area to look for Lan Fan.