Organization XIII Festival [Members Only]

[Davok]

"You don't have any idea what your doing, don't you?"

 

"Be fair. This is fairly new tech, and I've only had partial experience with Hammerspace before this."

 

Big Brother grunted and took another drag of his cigarette, turning his back distastefully on the Host's exposed behind poking out underneath a large silver switchboard. Behind the small sheltered enclosure the air shimmered and twisted in disturbing contortions, and random images flickered around randomly. Around them stood the usual large hubub of the Festival. Big Brother shivered. He hated the cold. He had withstood nuclear furnaces and fallouts from countless mushroom clouds, his very blood was heated too an unfathomable degree by thousands of chemicals.

 

But it was cold that bothered him. It had no spirit. It was just empty.

 

He fiddled with the Splodathrowa, it's long amber tube glinting brightly in the sunlight, casting a long beam. Big Brother sighed, and turned the tube around so the beam of light passed across the wall of a booth. Suddenly a pedestrian happened to walk into the beam of light and gripped his eyes, momentarily blinded.

 

Amusement. Joy.

 

Big Brother continued this until a sudden curse from the Host and the entire space behind the enclosure inverted. Blackness suddenly engulfed the area, and an enormous tentacled creature appeared out of the blackness, playing an incomprehensible tune on a strange flute. A spark from the switchboard and the hole was switched around into a vortex that engulfed the ground underneath, sucking up random pedestrians. They let out screams of horror as their souls were unmade.

 

Host picked up a wrench besides him and smacked the underside of the switchboard. The vortex disappeared back into the original peaceful shimmering.

 

"That should do it." Host grunted and crawled out from under the switchboard.

 

Big Brother shrugged, looking around at the chaos around the area. Lucky not that many booths were in the area, or Zex would have had their hides.

 

"Oh. Heh." Host paused, surveying the horror. "Oops."

 

On a lawn chair, one figure sat uncaring about the recent event. He was dressed in a smart dress coat with tails and dark black pants. On his head he wore a relatively tall top hat and bore a monocle on his right eye. One hand rested on his cane, the other on a cup of tea. He took a sip, taking out the lengthy cigarette holder and puffing out a stream of smoke. The smoke from Big Brother's and the man's cigarettes clotted up the booth, and the Host gave an irritated sniff.

 

"It's really good to know your making this place seem as attractive as possible."

 

Big Brother grunted and dropped his cigarette, stamping on it with his boot. He breathed out, emitting a small wisp of streaming flame.

 

"Then get the robotans to clean the place up. Honestly, it's only a bit extra."

 

He stepped out onto the makeshift cobble sidewalk from the booth.

 

"Hey, where the hell are you going?" Host inquired. "Your our first selling point. We need you when our booth opens."

 

Big Brother snorted. "Please. I'm a big boy, I can find my way home."

 

"Yeah, if you knew how to read a clock."

 

"Shut up."

[Nexev]

OOC:He's got a point unfortunately.

 

IC: Nexev looked at Freeshooter with the use of the cameras set all along the funhouse.

 

Freeshooter was scared now, and he didn't even turn on the power yet.

 

He pitied poor Alex, some of the... special effects, seem to have caused some delusions in him.

 

That was understandable but Mars was going to have a fit if he finds out what happened to Alex.

 

Nexev sighed, he just couldn't find out what to use for a good climax... If only Marv Red was here, he would know what to do.

 

Whatever, atleast he still had his Psp.

[Chiyuri Kitashirakawa]

Chiyuri overheard Zex's explanation of how your own booth works, and thus, excercised a big grin.

"Ah, thankfully I won't have to play my own booth... I'm rusty at dodging and there's no way I'd be able to do that game..."

And so, she ran as quickly as she could to the feared Ring Ross booth.

"Ah... hah... Here I am. Debrief me, quick!"

[Christian Exodia]

OOC: What are you talking about, Nexev?

 

Alex walked around, not amused by the games. He fired three flares, & grabbed a pizza. He chomped it to destruction in his mouth & swallowed it. He smiled & ran into the Ring Ross rooth(Sorry, just HAD to do that, I meant Booth). He smiled at the outside before he turned around into the mysterious place he got himself into. He looked around at this booth of the game Ring Ross. "Same, tell me what to do, & it will be done." But he over took the predicament, & didn't care what happened. He LOVED danger.

[Phantom Roxas]

Roxas was happy to see that Freeshooter was willing to participate. To respond to his question, Roxas said, "Weapons aren't allowed he-", but Freeshooter took off, ignoring Roxas. Roxas surveyed his booth, thinking of what to do to pass the time. He grabbed a marker and a large piece of paper. "BEAT THE GREEK" the sign said. Beneath it was a tag notifying people that there would be no weapons, only your fists.

 

"Can you please let me out?" the girl in the bag said.

"Quiet, you," Roxas muttered with a kick to the girl's head.

[Freeshooter]

Freeshooter decided that his proof of completion would be an extremely small cap gun. Whoever had been on the winning team of his laser tag would obtain one. He quickly sprinted back over to Roxas' booth. "Sorry about that Roxas... But, I'm ready to BEAT. THE. GREEK!!!!!" He yelled, getting overly excited about beating a Greek girl. "So. No weapon. Just my fists and my legs and/or feet." He was panting, so he had to take breaths in between words. "Hey, you should come to my area when you're off duty. I'm doing laser tag." Freeshooter finally finished, and took a puff of his inhaler. He looked around, wondering where the Greek was.

[Nexev]

The secret to stealth is wearing orange jumpsuits.

 

This was the secret to stealth Nexev came up with after studying Naruto. It was a lesson Nexev planned to execute to his fullest.

 

Nexev creeped behind the Beat the greek stand, his orange jumpsuit and paper bag mask perfectly blending Nexev in with his surrondings.

 

Nexev then reached, quiet as a mouse, and swapped the Greek with a machoistic Japanese guy he found on the floor.

 

Technically the japan guy had a greek grandma so it works out.

 

Anyway this Greek could prove useful.

 

Nexev quietly crept away with the greek, heading back towards the asylum.

 

OOC: I have NO idea where I'm going with this either. But FORESHADOWING!

[The Warden]

Broken stared at Zex. 'Why'd you have to give me multiple choice? I'd go with blue flavour because it's my favourtie colour, but I'd go with pink because it is a well known fact that pink things taste better. As a compromise, can you make a swirl of both? Or do you just sell buckets? I'd need something to occupy my time when I'm manning the whack-a-org booth. I'm sure people will be swarming over it' he remarked.

[Zexaeon]

Christian Exodia, your RPing has been reviewed to be sub-par. You are hereby barred from further RPing in this thread.

 

Zex glanced at Broken, finding humor in his dilemma and then sighed. "Fiiiiine. I suppose, if it really matters, I can offer you Yellow Flavor." he announced with a smirk, delighting in the possibility of flustering Broken further with more options.

 

It was then that he noticed that the Festival was not quite as spectacular as it could be, and a grand idea occurred to him. So he stood up on his table then, grabbing a megaphone (signed by Sho Minamimoto himself~) and shouted across the park. "ATTENTION ALL HECTOPASCALS. I AM GOING TO USE MY WACKED UP MAGIC TO CREATE ONE CLONE FOR EACH OF YOU. THIS WAY WE CAN ALL ENJOY THE FESTIVITIES WHILE MINDING OUR BOOTHS. YES, I AM AWESOME AND I KNOW THIS."

 

And so it was done.

 

All members now have one clone for the use of the Festival. Your clone can partake in the events for you, or mind the booth, while you perform the leftover option.

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Oh, and on that note, all Booths must now be manned at all times, either by an original or their clone.

[The Warden]

Broken just smiled. 'No, I'll just go with the casual pink. There is a chance it'll be cherry flavoured, or watermelon, or people or just plain blood' he decided. 'Oh yeah, not to be pedantic but can you shape it like a cube. I've been told to get some squares meals in' he punned, not even laughing at his weak joke. 'oh yeah, can you use your 'awesome powers' to make my clone only sing 'the ning nang nong song' from play school?' he inquired.

[Skuldur]

Since Zex ignored him, Skuldur decided to throw the pebble at Lar and it hit her right on the cheek. He took his cotton candy and ran away. He got all the way to Nexev's funhouse when he heard Zex's announcement. At that moment a clone of himself appeared next to him.

"This could prove useful."

He sent the clone to the Cotton Candy booth and told him to stay there for a while. After sending his clone of he turned around and saw Nexev sneaking around in an orange jumpsuit with something in a bag.

"Oi! Nexev, what's with the costume?"

[Nexev]

How could this be? Someone managed to penetrate Nexev's disguise?

 

NO! The art of stealth is flawless, it gives you magical powers so it must be.

 

Skuldur must be made of pirate or something.

 

But wait he was asked a question.

 

Make something up, quickly!

 

"Um..... nothing." Nexev stated nervously.

 

Yeah, totally going to work.

[Freeshooter]

A clone of Freeshooter appeared next to him. "Hmm..." He sent his clone back to the building in which his assigned area was. Freeshooter was GOING to beat a Greek girl, no matter what obstacles came his way, he would overcome them! "So, where is that Greek which I am supposed to beat?"

 

The clone of Freeshooter walked over to the large establishment, noticing Nexev wearing an orange jumpsuit that was oddly familiar to a character that he had no love for, and dragging a moving bag. "Nexev! What do you have in the bag?" He called over to the genius. The clone knew everything that Freeshooter had known, so he knew that inside of the bag was either an experiment, a freak accident, or a kidnapping. Although the last was highly unlikely by his standards of Nexev.

[Zexaeon]

Admittedly, Zex's attention had been drawn elsewhere. He hadn't really noticed Skuldur's actions until after they had already happened, and by that point it was far too late to stop him. Well, not really, but it was more fun not to stop him, wasn't it?

 

In any case, Skul ran off after his pebble throw, and Zex looked on in anticipation at the sleeping Larxene.

 

Who took the pebble to the forehead and made no response. Zexaeon snapped his fingers. Foiled again.

 

He then turned his attention back on Broken, who decided to settle for Pink flavor, and asked for it in a large cube. Zex just dropped an eyebrow at him, an 'Are you freaking serious?' look appearing on his face. He then calmly grabbed Broken by the head and slowly lowered it into the Cotton Candy spinner. A moment later, Broken's head was covered in fluffy pink treat, and Zex smirked. "There ya go. Enjoy. Oh, and it's sugar flavor."

 

And with that, he leaned back in his chair, prepared for a well-earned nap. There was still plenty of time before anyone would complete his challenge anyway.

[Guest Tainted Black]

Black's clone appeared next to him. "Well, this is good." Black stood up, and shoved the clone into his chair. "Now, be a bad me, and man the station, got it?" The clone nodded, and Black walked off.

 

The clone sat there for a moment, doin nothing. He decided to fidget, and opened a drawer beneath his booth. Inside was a Fuji apple. For some reason, the clone grabbed it and took a bite out of it, just as Black had walked back. "YOu son of a..." Black said, staring at his apple. "GIVE ME THAT!" He snacthed the apple away, and hit the clone over the head, before walking away. The clone sat, dumbfounded.

 

As Black finished his defiled apple, he walked up to Roxas. "Hey, Rox. IS anyone beating the Greek, at the moment?"

[Nexev]

Crap another person spot him!

 

How do they keep doing that?

 

"Just... bringing some spare parts to tinker with in the funhouse."

 

Nexev quickly went into the asylum.

 

A few minutes later the greek woke up inside a medical ward, her bruises and wounds treated and wrapped with bandages.

 

Sitting accross from her was not one, but two Nexevs.

 

"What... why am I here?" She asked nervously, considering the people she met earlier, that was hardly a suprise.

 

"Well, it appeared a colleague of mine wanted to turn you into a torture attraction, I merely... liberated you." The Nexev on the left stated.

 

"But why?" Greek asked.

 

"Simple, Roxas can't do random, anything he even tries winds up having a purpose, you must have something useful in it that he doesn't know about. Plus this funhouse of mine needs some staff." The Nexev on the right stated.

 

 

"So you have two choices, try to escape, or join us." The Nexevs finished in chorus.

 

The Greek debated over this, the nexevs looked frail, she was certain she could take them. However something they said clicked, she must have a purpose and these twins were the most likely people to help.

 

"Very well then, I accept." The greek stated.

 

The left Nexev beamed and drew out a black case, inside the case was a pair of glasses. Nexev handed them to her.

 

"Welcome to the fold Nexev eight."

[Phantom Roxas]

Roxas perked up with delight.

 

"Well, Black, Freeshooter was going to, but the game is more fun in a group. Freeshooter, Black, let us beat the greek!"

 

Roxas cracked his knuckles, kicked the bag onto the ground, and began to pummel the bag, waiting for the others to join in. However, as his fists keep hitting the bag, Roxas noticed something. The shape was unfamiliar to him, or at least different from the girl he had put into the bag. Opening the bag, he saw a japanese man.

 

"Impossible!" Roxas exclaimed. "Someone...has sabotaged us!"

[Sploda]

Creator slowly woke up from his seat next to a 230mm cannon. "Great I must have been working on this and then fallen asleep. He heard Zexaeon's announcement. "A clone, great just what I need a distraction..." He Grumbled. He then took notice of his clone. "Well I'm not in the mood, so you get to run around and play."

 

"What if I'm not in the mood?" the Clone asked.

 

"I don't care if Zex made you, you will listen to me or I'm going to add you to the fireworks show."

 

"Alright, geez... pushie much..." the clone trotted off towards the Ring Ross booth.

 

Creator sat leaning against his MoonStone cannon he had brought along. He would wait for someone to show up, he didn't expect anyone to want anything though. However he knew they would come to win Zex's game. He had no intention of playing, so he decided to notify Zex.

 

Creator soon tossed down a phase projector, and hoped that the hologram would appear near Zex's booth.

[Guest Tainted Black]

Black gave a dramatic pout. "Why is there a Japanese man in the bag? The Japanese do not deserve to beaten!" He mumbled for a moment about how they were worth more than Greeks. "Well, let us think. Who do we know that enjoys sabotaging, likes Greeks, and is kind of off their rocker? Well, it could be one of a few people.." He mumbled, counting on his fingers who it could be.

 

The clone sat at his booth, dozing. He was shirking his duties, not that he needed to tend to them. No one was even near his booth. He'd seen Nexev run by, but wrote it off, as it was nothing out of the ordinary.

[Freeshooter]

Freeshooter's clone appeared next to him. "Well... I saw Nexev walking away towards his building carrying a sack that is reminiscent of the one that is currently on the ground..." He said, grinning.

 

Freeshooter smacked his clone over the head, knocking him over. "Thanks for the info, replica. Now get back to your post." He said, moving in to pretend to give his clone a punch, but actually gave him a small gun shaped lollipop. "Get going!" He yelled in a false angry tone.

[The Warden]

Broken's moth opened, causing a crack in the fairy floss. He tore a piece off and placed it in his mouth, it dissolved slowly. 'Thanks, I guess I needed a new hair colour, dark brown wasn't really doing it for me other wise' he said with mild disdain and walked off. He kept pulling pieces off and eating them until his face was clean of the sugary mess, giving him a pimpin pink afro. He looked at his reflection in a conveniantly placed mirror. 'It could be worse' he said and walked off.

[Phantom Roxas]

Roxas took the words of the Freeshooter clone in. "So, it may have been Nexev? Well, perhaps we shall investigate this." Roxas took a monocle and a pipe seemingly out of nowhere, putting them on like a standard detective would. "Gentlemen, we have a mystery on our hands. Black, you will the Watson. Freeshooter, you will also be Watson. ANY QUESTIONS? Oh, and would you guys get rid of those ridiculous clones? They're kind of starting to bug me."

[Guest Tainted Black]

"So, I'm double Watson?" Black asked. "That means... I just follow along... and might get a few lines in... does it not?" He looked like he had been kicked in his nether region, but sucked it up, and snapped, making his hat change colors to brown, and having dress clothes under his trenchcoat. "What, what, my good sir? Shall we be off?" He chuckled, as he awaited the move.

 

The clone was stil lat his booth, sound asleep. He would be punished severely, if Black knew what he was doing. That would be rather hypoxritical, as he himself would do th same, or the clone would not do it.

[Zexaeon]

Zex watched the setting sun and eyed his sleeping colleague with mild disdain. Honestly. She had slept through the entire day. And there had yet to be a single winner in his game.

 

So, he decided to make things somewhat interesting in anticipation of the closing festivities.

 

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN," he announced over his booming megaphone. "IN LIGHT OF THE FESTIVAL NEARING ITS CLOSE, I WOULD LIKE TO INVITE ALL OF YOU TO PARTAKE IN A CHALLENGE. AND BY THAT, I MEAN IT IS MANDATORY. FORGET ALL OTHER BOOTHS. YOU MUST NOW TRAVEL THROUGH NEXEV'S FUNHOUSE. WHILE INSIDE, YOU MUST DISPOSE OF YOUR CLONES, AND FIND ONE OBJECT OF IMPORTANCE. THEN, YOU MUST GET OUT ALIVE AND RETURN TO ME FOR CLEARANCE."

 

Zex then smirked. "AND THE LAST PERSON TO ESCAPE WILL BE LOADED INTO CREATOR'S CANON FOR THE CLOSING FIREWORKS CEREMONY."

 

Ah, life was good.

[The Warden]

Broken stopped at the sound of Zex's announcement. He removed is candy floss wig and marched over to the funhouse, with his own clone going that way as well. 'There is no way I'm being the fireworks, and because of my natural inclination to the odd and horrific, I'll almost certainly not become the fireworks, by hell or high water I'll not be the last one' he vowed mentally, whilst his clone did nothing. 'Murdering him will be easy'.