lostcarnival | ⇨ INVASION!

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⇨ INVASION!

Who: Everyone! But especially HARBINGERS!
When: S2:D16-22
Where: All over Wismuth!
What: As the Harbingers reveal themselves, those among the carnival that Creation has chosen will start to discover new powers within themselves. It's because they're magical girls, yo.
Warnings: Harbingers being assholes.

HARBINGERS OF VOID↴

On Day 16, the Harbingers begin revealing their new selves... in the form of wreaking havoc on the city! CY-Ren isn't looking for mass panic or serious structural damage - instead she wants constant annoyances and distractions, of the sort that will keep those that might be on her tail distracted from her true plans. However, when Creation is faced with the threat of twelve new Harbingers, it will have to fight in kind...

► HARBINGERS: Your job is to use your powers to create messes for other people to clean up! CY-Ren gives no specific instructions outside of a general framework... flex your powers! See what you can do. Don't destroy the city or anything, but give Creation a run for its money. She needs these civilians alive for her later plans.

► STAR GUARDIANS: Twelve members of the carnival have been chosen by Creation to fight in its name, even if they don't realize it yet. When confronted by the Harbinger's chaos, their Sparks will make themselves known in whatever form is appropriate to the character - and they will be asked if they are willing to use the power of their soul to fight the darkness. How this scene plays out can be flexible, but essentially they will find themselves faced with the question: are they willing to fight for the preservation of life? If they say yes, their Spark will emerge, and they will be able to trigger a magical girl transformation, as you do.

► CHARITY CONCERT: While everyone else is busy with the sudden rise of the Harbingers, CY-Ren's PR team is releasing a statement -- they will say that new information has revealed that there had been bomb threats made against the canceled concert, which are now being blamed for the damages. CY-Ren will make a personal statement, saying that in order to apologize for the failure of her previous performances, a new free to attend event is being planned for the near future - people who had tickets to the previous event and had to go home early get top priority!

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Tyki had been the first person that Zangetsu had checked with when he felt Ichigo's reiatsu vanish from the carnival. Maybe he had found some way to mask his presence after all this time? It was a stupid hope, a selfish one. They had been making such progress! Or, at least, Zangetsu thought so. Still... Ichigo would have to return to the carnival someday to complete his contract, and at home, he was hopefully already benefiting from Zangetsu's contract.

That doesn't make Zangetsu any less sulky, though. And now there was this whole mess with Harbingers of Void and Star Guardians and what the hell ever? He didn't have the patience for this shit, especially because neither side deigned him worthy of its attention. It was a clash of super powers, and without his partner, he didn't have the strength to obliterate them all and just be done with it. Tyki was the next best thing. They could watch each other's backs and ensure nothing went too awry.

So, for now, he's with Tyki in his (and Ichigo's, formerly) trailer, going through the things that Ichigo had left. He took the wings, of course, that jerk. But he also took the coat Zangetsu had gotten for him, and that made his heart (well, the hole where his heart should be) warm. As he sorts through the few remaining belongings, he finds a glass bottle, the liquid inside swirling like miniature galaxies. He knows what it is; the same vendor that had sold him the healing draughts also touted this as the most potent alcohol in the universe.

"Oi!" he says, turning to Tyki, holding up the bottle and shaking it a bit, "Did Ichigo buy this, really? Or did ya sneak this into his stuff?"

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He had an inkling that Ichigo was gone when the Tease seemed restless. They didn't always see each other every day due to various schedules and how Tyki wasn't around often during Performance Week. Tyki also had a tendency to doze in late by holding himself up in his bed and Ichigo was always polite not to bother him. With his bed being underneath the other and the stairs closing off half of it he could shut himself within it like a hiding hole when he wanted that dark atmosphere.

Ichigo had always been a gentle soul and when the Tease had become restless due to them getting use to Ichigo's fresh flowers, his gentle posture, and the fact he tended to them occasionally, he had that push to look for him. Zangetsu just beat him to the punch. It's why now he was sitting there on the couch watching his buddy go through his partner's stuff. Ichigo had owned most of the items in this trailer with Tyki's things secluded to one side of the closet and in one cabinet.

"Mmhmm," he says with somber relaxation, "Not to drink but as an odd nightlight or something to look at. Decoration, if you will."

If not for Zangetsu's innate senses about Ichigo, the Teases' behavior might have set him on that track, too. They did like to follow him around, too, and the ones hanging around had been quite restless-- flitting around Zangetsu and his trailer as if they were looking for something. Not even small gifts of field mouse corpses, courtesy of Kaguya, could satisfy them.

"Decoration?" Zangetsu parrots, looking at the bottle again before swirling the liquid inside. It was quite beautiful, and it would make a very pleasant nightlight. But Zangetsu is also in a bad enough mood that he could use a little... pick-me-up. He turns his grin to Tyki. "Hnn... Ya wanna see if it tastes as good as it looks?"

Zangetsu doesn't wait for Tyki to answer as he moves toward the kitchenette to get a glass -- it's his now, and he's going to taste it. It's just a matter of how many glasses he's going to pour.

By now Zangetsu is aware of what his Tease are and what they could do. He had just failed to let Ichigo in on that little secret given he seemed content to know that the Tease just had a 'special diet' compared to most butterflies. They weren't sentient as much as they were just use to things being a certain way.

"That's right," he confirms as he's pretty sure it would've knocked Ichigo onto his ass if he tried to drink it casually. Even Tyki drank wine here and there and offered a glass when he felt generous only to likely have it denied.

There's a cabinet near the top with a lot of nice looking glasses and wine glasses that Tyki collected from Greysol to pair with the wine. He'll point to it even if Zangetsu seemed to already know where a glass would be, "May as well. He's not getting any use out of it anymore."

Zangetsu couldn't tell you if Ichigo was in denial about what the little butterfly creatures actually eat, or if he was truly ignorant. Honestly, there was a 50/50 chance of either being the truth!

Pointing it out does help, because the first two cabinets Zangetsu opens have plates in them. When he is directed to the correct cabinets, he procures two whiskey glasses and sets them on the little table.

"I'll probably hold on to it for 'im at my place, cause... it sure is pretty. But I do wanna try it," he says with a small, forced smile as he pulls the cork. He pours just enough into each glass to cover the bottoms, and no more. Because even the smell is potent -- fruity and pungently alcoholic. A miniature galaxy swirls in each glass.

He hands one to Tyki.

"It's almost too pretty to drink. Almost."

His hand is out to brush away a few of the Tease from the couch in case Zangetsu wanted to sit down but drinking usually came with a lot of opportunities to not sit. The Cure had been rather potent if only for the amount of fae ale had ended up in it. Thanks Lambert.

"Pretty, right," he says with mild sarcasm. He did like the colors at night even if he did shut himself into his little hole when he slept for that dark atmosphere when he wanted to be by himself. To feel snug on all sides and yet still comfortable kind of made it worth it.

He takes the glass and tilts it just to see that swirled effect. The glass is raised gently in a light toast, "Almost. Here's hoping Ichigo is better off for now. Bottoms up." Because he's just going to knock it all back. He had nowhere else to be right now.

Zangetsu does actually sit on the couch because, hey. Seems like a good idea. He allows one of the Tease to alight on his head.

He swirls the liquid in the glass, and the tiny galaxy swirls right along with it. Then he lifts the glass and says his own toast with a wry smile.

"Yeah. To Ichigo, who left my ass here without telling me he was leavin', and took his stupid wings with him. That assfuck."

Clink.

He follows suit, shooting back the entire contents of the glass. Then, he coughs. Because good lord, does it burn going down! "Eaaaagh! Ow!"

Giving one permission just encourages it to settle there comfortably. His Tease don't approach many people unless they feel like they aren't going to be attacked. This one likely knows Zangetsu well enough. It's little legs and a tiny skull will explore.

It burns so well enough that his fingers are at his throat with the edges of them pressing against it. Ah, he loved that kind of feeling of pleasure where he could experience the fullest of any sensation. It's a strong kick and he already feels better about his mood.

Zangetsu's language is always so colorful and his ears raise in silent alarm despite his calm and clear expression, "Well said, well said. "Can't say I don't know the feeling." Allen could've at least told him he was leaving even if he was the enemy.

Well, have fun up there, little butterfly-friend. Zangetsu's hair is a soft place to hang out. Though it might be in for a bit of a ride as Zangetsu attempts to not cough up one of his lungs. He beats on his chest with a fist and then recovers.

"Damn! That shit has a kick!" He looks at Tyki, a bit of a blue tinge already rising to his cheeks, "Does alcohol always bite back like that or is this special?"

No, he's never had alcohol before. This is a hell of an introduction.

Tyki sneers a little towards Zangetsu because he's taking it like he's never had something this strong before. Even Tyki seems to be relaxing significantly with the glass partially slipping through his fingers. His powers kind of occasionally kick into full like this. Thankfully it is nothing compared to how much was within the Cure and he'll have some control.

"No, not at all. My self-regeneration tends to cancel out a lot of alcoholic effects," he says as he sets the glass down and pokes the jar it comes in, "This, my dear Zangetsu, can even get me wasted. Never had a drink before?"

Zangetsu looks through the glass at Tyki, then sets it down as well. "Hahaha!! It's really potent, then? I can... kind of tell," he says, airily. The effects are unmistakable; a warmth creeping from his belly throughout his whole body, and a light and fuzzy sort of feeling in his head. A bit like being wrapped in a fluffy sheepskin, right out of the dryer.

Or so he imagines. He's never been wrapped in a fluffy sheepskin, much less one fresh out of a dryer. Apparently booze kicked his brain into creativity overdrive, too.

"Hehahaha! Nope. Well... I had about... ehhh... maybe a third of a glass'a'wine at the Prince's shindig but it was basically grape juice compared to this!"

His tongue slides out of his mouth and caresses his bottom lip just to taste it long after it is gone. There's so much pleasure running through his body right now and he has to drag himself up off the couch in a sit to avoid slumping down further into it.

"Wine is nothing compared to booze unless you drink a lot of it. It depends on the depth of the drink but this stuff doesn't take much," he says mildly with a hint of disgust at thinking about the Prince. It's something he doesn't like to talk about.

"Want more? I wouldn't suggest such a bad decision if you're fresh into the experience~♥"

"haaa... you got that right. I feel it already... kind of fuzzy..." He lets the subject of the Prince drop. It's a sore spot for him, just as it was for Ichigo. It didn't make for pleasant conversation.

"Hmmm..." Zangetsu says, clearly giving it some thought. "Well... just a BIT more. I kind of want ta taste it this time. But not all of it!" he says, grabbing his glass and holding out to Tyki, "I want at least half the bottle for ssshh....fancy nightlight...!"

"Good," he replies lazily. Tyki's grin is threatening to crack on his face as Zangetsu willingly takes his offer. His hands roam over the countertop next to him until they fold over the neck of the bottle. He uncorks it gently with a pull of his fingers.

He tips it just as gently as the rest of his actions and allows it to pour into the glass. It swirls with every drop it takes. It's enough to cover the bottom of that glass, sparing him some mercy from a mind-blowing headache in the morning maybe, and he lifts it to pour just a little more into his own glass. "Can't give you too much. Wouldn't want you vomiting all over my nice clean floor."

He knocks back his own glass once more with a restrained noise and recorks this pretty bottle. It goes back onto the counter carefully so he doesn't break it. "Not like we can get more unless we're allowed to visit that caravan again~ Speaking of which, you get your shopping done?"

Zangetsu takes the glass and smiles, almost wistfully, down at the tiny galaxies. A thought crosses his mind -- what if these are REAL galaxies? Entire tiny universes... and he's just swallowing them.

... Well, cool! Trillions of tiny souls!

"Yeah yeah, I'll be ok. This'll be all, I promise!" Zangetsu actually drinks this shot in two gulps. One, he swallows quickly to avoid the burn... but it seems the dose from before had numbed his throat, somewhat. So the last of the ale, he savors. He's not sure if it's actually fizzy, but it feels like it, and has a vaguely... fruit-like flavor? Mmm. It's certainly not like anything he's ever tasted before!

... Not that it has even an inch on those amazing candies Ichigo had given him, but it certainly wasn't bad.

"Maaaa~ We can go back to tha moon any time, I think... but the caravan will be gone! I hope we see them again! I want more stuff!!" At the mention of "shopping", Zangetsu's grin just widens. "Hehehehehe. Ya know, the timing was ALMOST right on that museum thing for me ta blame it on Harbingers! They had quite the gem collection... Had."

He only stole a few million dollars worth of gems. You know. No big deal. He sets his glass down and leans forward, now frowning.

"But... ya know... ya know...! There's some other stuff! Stuff I kinda want. No... stuff I really want! I needa... I need ta go and get it."

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A few people in the carnival would be mortified to know they were gulping down entire galaxies since a few have likely drank an entire jug full already.

Trillions of tiny souls screaming all at once.

"I'll hold you to that, Zan~" he says with that shortened name for once. Normally he has such respect for the other than he'll say his full name without nicknames. He laughs, for no reason at all, and licks over the edge of the glass with a drag of his tongue at the taste. He's kind of molesting it and he'll abandon that to set it aside on the counter once more next to the jug.

"I don't really care for anything materialistic," he begins, which is obvious around him at the lack of anything really left in the trailer now that all of Ichigo's things are packed on top of his bed for Zangetsu, "But there is something I want too! Plus, I have to get the Nightrunners their purses~ errr, packs." Probably shouldn't get them purses, handbags, or pocketbooks. "I just wanted good quality, ya know. Good things." His words are jumbled like he's trying to piece together what he wants to say without it seeming like he cares.

He stands up, a bit too quickly, and raises both arms into the air, "You're right. We need to go get those things. Right now."

Most would be mortified. But then some, like Zangetsu, would just be thrilled. It just put the cherry on the weird alcohol cake.

"Zan?" He questions, but fairly benignly. He's just... never been called that, before. He doesn't mind, though. It's kind of cute and cool at the same time. Either way, to resist the urge to take more, Zangetsu places the glass in the sink, out of sight.

Zangetsu watches him stand up, then also raises his arms, because it seems like an excellent idea, to be perfectly honest. "Woo! Yeah!! We do! Let's.... less make'a list, though. I feel like... I feel like the fuzzies are gonna make me forget."

He finds a pad of paper among Ichigo's things along with a pencil and begins to scribble some things.

COOL GUITAR. Motorcycle.... Fuel for that. More shiny things.

"Ok!! Ok. Put your stuff on the list now."

There would be such satisfaction on Tyki's part to think he was ruining a thousand if not millions of lives to one simple drink.

"Zan~ge~tsu," he smoothly slurs off the tip of his tongue. His arms are still in the air and he doesn't know why but they return to their rightful positions at his side when handed pen and paper.

Boat, paddles, fishing rods, packs for baby nightrunners. A pizza.

Because he hadn't tried a pizza yet and he wanted to after sampling junk food this far. "Let's go before I forget what I'm doing." To which he'll set his hand on the door to open it. His power misfires terribly and he goes right through it on the first step until he's floating upside down outside with a laugh.

Zangetsu takes the list and looks over it, before giving a nod of understanding and acceptance.

"This list. This is a good list. We will get everything on this list, tonight...! But we may hafta make a few trips. Oh.. wait, no! We can put... ohhh. We can put the motorcycle IN the boat! Yeaaaaah!!"

He watches his friend take a tumble through the door. It takes him a moment to realize what happened, and then he busts out laughing, raucous and loud enough to wake the neighbors three trailers down. "BWAAAAAHAHAHAHA! Nice!! Niiiiiice!"

He actually opens the door, and almost falls down the small set of steps in the process. Oh, this was going to be an interesting night, for sure.

He wobbles there in the air with a tiny flail of his arms like that is going to help any. He rights himself and sets his feet on the ground to avoid going through it or floating further into the air.

"We'll get the boring stuff out of the way first~ Then get to the fuuun stuff~" He waves his hands in the air to emphasis the boring stuff; the packs. "I know the perfect place!" He did see a giant hole in the wall earlier and he's sure no one was going to lot something like that. Anyone looting was going to go for the good stuff like these tvs or games everyone talked about.

He beckons him with a hand and turns down the trailer park with light steps. That is, until he realizes he's going the wrong way and turns around to head towards the portal.

"Yeah yeah, yeah! The packs first, right? Yeah. We should... they should be colorful. Heheheh!"

Why? Why should they be colorful? Well, why not?

(Because NIGHTrunners, Zangetsu. )

He toddles after Tyki, and when he turns, Zangetsu almost falls over as he attempts to turn on a similar dime. "Wooops... It's a good thing no one can seeeee meeee~"

This is going to go super well. He can feel it.

"At least a few should be colorful!" Though chances are Tyki was just going to end up swiping all of them. They had room in the boat for everything or they could haphazardly decorate the motorcycle for a short time.

He grins wide, now full of the moment and good company. He doesn't feel all that bitterness and sulk he had just an hour ago. Unlike last time, he wasn't hopped up on the faerie ale to the point he could barely walk. This was manageable at least for another hour.

Tyki leads the way to the portal and while it takes them a little time to get there, he does finally step through. His excitement is immediately bubbling up from the surface the way Wismuth makes him feel and with the haze of the alcohol running through his system, it just seems so bright and welcoming.

"Do try to keep up~" he goads will no real doubt that he can. Tyki's steps take him upwards as he starts to scale the nearest building without any consideration if Zangetsu can follow or not. Or the fact they could be spotted this late at night. His expensive shoes clack against the sides of the skyscraper and he'll rush right up it in a horizontal run to the top.

This isn't dangerous at all.

"SUPER colorful!! Pastel! And neon! And then maybe a very casual but classy beige," Zangetsu says, spouting nonsense as soon as it comes into his mind. It's not like he usually has much of a brain-mouth filter, but now it's just completely obliterated. As soon as a thought passes through, out it comes! It's fine. Definitely fine.

Zangetsu's bitterness and yes, sadness, were forgotten for now, replaced by short term thoughts of theft and frolic. He needed it. Hell, maybe they both needed it.

Through the portal, everything is even more. Colors, sounds, smells, and this amazing buzz. More! Beautiful more.

"Pfffffttttttt like that's a problem... slowpoke. Slooooow!" Well, Zangetsu can't be seen, at any rate -- his gigai is safe back at the carnival. He watches Tyki just walk up the side of the skyscraper with a lopsided grin. He balls his hands into fists. Then, he extends his fingers, and long black talons burst from his fingertips. He may not be able to walk on a vertical surface, but he can sure climb.

Whatever the skyscraper was made of -- glass, concrete, brick, some other futuristic compound -- it's no match for the talons on Zangetsu's hands and feet, and he follows Tyki up, leaving obvious holes in the side of the building as he goes.

He turns on heel just to see how Zangetsu is doing and he has to admit that is kind of horrifying. It's wonderful though to see something so refreshing and he steps into the building on accident and disappears for a minute before just popping back out again and floating upside down towards the top of the building. Once he reaches it he takes a running leap regardless of a distance and dives right off the skyscraper towards the other one in the distance. Sure, he's cheating but when does Tyki ever not cheat.

He's going to be really upset if this man leaves first. That's all he really has to say on that.

He doesn't care how visible he is right now nor if anyone sees him. It almost is like no one is going to remember any of them come the end of this mess and he frankly doesn't care. He's already gotten laid, feels good, is enjoying a good amount of fun and it is with joy that he leaps off several buildings later towards the edge of a particularly tall one.

He points down with a wink and just jumps, freefalling towards the ground towards their destination. Hope no one is down there because man this must look positively scary to any bystanders. "Going down~"

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