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Who: Susan, Lauren, and Carly
When: Day 10
Where: the costume tent
What: Susan and Lauren have a quest.

Susan wasn't entirely sure if the costume tent would have what they were looking for, but it seemed the most logical place to look. If they could make flashy costumes for people to perform in, then something like a "t-shirt" would probably be easy, right? That's what he hoped, at least, since otherwise it seemed that Lauren wouldn't be getting his staff back any time soon...

Plus, even if they didn't find what they were looking for, Susan was excited to check the place out. He's explored a lot of the carnival, but not everywhere yet, and so he's definitely looking forward to it as he runs ahead of his brother as they head towards their destination, his familiar trailing behind with Lauren.

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It's very hard to keep calm, in a situation like this. How Susan is managing, she doesn't even know. All she can say is- "...I'm just dead. ...A 'Dark Signer', brought back from the moment I died, for something important...but that shouldn't matter..!" she protests, shaking her head.

"...You said you're sorry-but then you say 'you didn't know', when it shouldn't matter anyway..! Because I won't be the only one you say that to, then!"

Susan looks back at Lauren at the reprimand, pouting a bit before looking down at the ground. Stupid Lauren, he was only trying to help.

He's angry that she's still upset. He doesn't understand why she's making a big deal out of this. At the same time he's angry at himself, not being able to convince her he's sorry, for being unable to say anything more, for not responding to her later. Then there's shame, that he's hurt someone that hadn't wronged him and that he's angry at her for honestly expressing herself. He doesn't know what to do or how to make this right or what the right thing to do even is! He's just so sick of this place and these people and not being able to understand any of it.

His grip on Susan's shoulder is tight. His other hand clenches into a fist. He wishes he had his staff if only so he had something else to focus on, but he doesn't. The worst part is what she's most upset about is that he'll hurt others, but he already has, and he still wasn't completely sure he was in the wrong in attacking them either.

"I'm trying my best."

Trying.

He is trying (in a number of ways, she thinks), but somehow the words still make her deflate. While she's still somewhat huffy at the least, the younger one is also trying, and, well.

...She can't ignore that.

"...At least tell me why." The woman swallows, and goes on. "...You sounded so sure, about those things... ...At least tell me why."

Susan wants to explain, but he knows if he does Lauren will be angry... He looks back at his brother, waiting to see if he'll offer an explanation or if he'll have to anyway.

He sees Susan's look, as much as he wishes he hadn't. He doesn't want to tell anyone what happened, he shouldn't have to. It isn't important! Still, if he made her cry he guessed it was sort of the least he could do. He sighs, crossing his arms in front of himself.

"Our parents were killed by ghouls."

There, he said it, and he has no desire to elaborate on that point and so that's all that needs to be said. He has officially done his part. In fact, he turns around, facing the exit of the tent, just to make it perfectly clear that he was totally done with conversation.

"A... ...A ghoul..?"

Rather unfortunately she has no idea what a ghoul is. "Is that like...um...." She frowns, pondering for a moment. "A vampire?" They just came from the vampire war, after all-and...well, it wasn't parents that were lost, but having been with and gotten close to so many with the Carnival, it certainly felt as if members of the family were killed in that fight.

...It wouldn't be the same, but it had to be worth something, she thinks.

"Except, they eat people, instead of blood!" At least that's what he thinks they are. It makes them sound pretty scary, which matches what he vaguely remembers.

Fuck this shit. It isn't even worth it. Lauren just walks away and leaves the tent.

"Th-That's still going to end in the same thing though..! I-"

And now Lauren is moving to leave, before they can even start to try and sort things out like adults. Or something.

Realistically Susan will probably still have claim on that, but all the same.

...She wants to at least try. "W-WAIT..!"

Shouts are feeble, futile things, but with her eyes scrunched tight and her body tense, her magic reacts nonetheless-before Lauren can leave the tent, a wall of violet flames sparking orange spring up, giving off no heat yet leaving a foreboding and pressuring air with proximity all the same.

"...Ah." ~~That wasn't supposed to happen.~~

Susan was going to turn and try to stop his brother, but his eyes widen at the magic, and he turns back to her with a look half surprise and half anger.

"Don't attack my brother!"

For his part, Lauren steps back instantly at the sight of the flames. His first thought to protect Susan, he turns again to face Carly, desperately wishing he had his staff. She doesn't have a weapon, and she doesn't seem to be advancing, but still.

"Susan." he calls, hoping his brother gets the point and steps away from whatever Carly calls herself. Dark Signer, Undead, it didn't matter. She clearly could not be trusted.

"If you're smart you'll back down now before anybody gets hurt."

"I- I-"

She sputters, steadily growing more red-faced. Threats or no, the fact remains- "I didn't mean it..!! I only started learning this, sometimes it just shows up!!"

That wall is definitely Not Vanishing. "It's really hard to figure out you know, I can still barely make a little candle light or a hand light, and I guess sometimes I can make it stick to my wings but whenever it's a wall it's really not when I want it at all and-"

It may be wise to interrupt the frantic bird woman.

Susan definitely understands magic that doesn't do what he wants, even if it's not normally quite like this, and so even though he's definitely still wary, he doesn't attack (yet). Instead he does take a step back, towards Lauren; even unarmed, his brother can still help him out.

"If Lauren doesn't want to talk to you any more, he doesn't have to!"

"If-" Well, since Lauren is staying rather quiet, it's evidently Susan she'll be talking to, and her stuttering is not calming at all. "O-Obviously that's the case, but that doesn't mean I can suddenly control this you know..!!"

Normally Lauren could cast a water spell to make the fire go away, but he can't use his magic now. Susan still looks back at him, hoping he has an answer, before turning back to Carly.

"If you're not trying to do it then it should stop! Mine always stops really soon after..."

Well that's.

That's a shame. "S-seriously..?" she protests, half drooping and half incredulous. "That's not fair at all, that would make this way easier..!! I normally have to wait for it to go away, I even locked myself in my trailer with this once!"

It was very sad, and many people laughed.

"Are you saying we're just stuck here until the spell randomly dissipates?!"

Susan looks between the two of them again; he knows Lauren won't like it, but...

"Then, maybe you should talk! We did come here for a reason..."

"Y-Yeah!" Exceeeeept Lauren looks very angry and she's not really sure about this any more... "O...or I... could just grab everyone tea...from the minifridge..."

...She really doesn't like when this happens.

"Fine." he just crosses his arms in front of him again, glaring at the ground.

"I don't care."

He's just going to ignore Lauren, then, since his brother is going to act like the immature one for now.

"I'd like some tea..."

"....Y...Yeah..." The girl's wings fold, and she nods, distracting herself with that task. The tailor's area is at least fairly large-so that's one thing to be counted on-but her expression is, puns intended or otherwise, quite dead when she returns with each can. They're chilled and colourful, and staring at them makes her think of things she can't look upon fondly any more in this moment.

Even the happiest memories feel sad right now. "Here-it's green tea, but it's sweet..."

He takes the can, quietly staring at it and wondering how you're supposed to drink through metal.

"Thank you."

It doesn't look like tea, and so Susan looks at his quizzically, but that's okay. There's more important things to talk about.

"Um, we have a question... Can you make shirts?"