⇨ SPACE FIGHT

[ringleaders]

Who: Carnival members, athletes, and aliens.
When: Forward-dated to Day 44
Where: The carnival, Zargon, and Olympic Spaceship.
What: Whoops, it's an alien invasion.
Warnings: Cartoon violence, and an overabundance of Yakety Sax style shenanigans

THE ALIEN HORDES↴ On the morning of Day 44, things go a bit differently. The carnival opens it's doors and for an hour, things are going just fine...until the aliens attack, that is. ► ALIEN INVASION: The carnival, the athlete's village, and Olympic Spaceship will find themselves overrun by aliens: specifically, a race called the Greimen. The name's accurate: they look like stereotypical grey aliens, only 2-4 feet tall. They're invading the spaceship and the planet, trying to take control of Zargon and Olympic Spaceship for themselves. The main strength these aliens have is their numbers: there's literally thousands of them. Unfortunately for the aliens, they don't have many other strengths. They're easily punchable, kickable, ray guns permanently set to stun, and other amusing space weapons designed to minorly inconvenience people. ► FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT: The fighting lasts for a good half-hour or so before the Ringmaster decides no, this is dumb. Characters who aren't at the carnival will feel a compulsion to return to the carnival. Once everyone's there, the Ringmaster will magically eject the remaining aliens from carnival grounds and yank the carnival away from the Olympics themselves. ► OOC GUIDELINES: Despite the fact that this is a fight log, the carnage shouldn't be too excessive! No horribly mutilating the aliens, y'all. The aliens are only mildly better equipped than the Space Olympics themselves, so everything will be a bit comedic and light-hearted. Characters can get hurt, but the wounds should tend more towards 'amusing injuries' than 'someone losing a leg'. As the log's forward-dated, feel free to keep doing all your fun space olympics nonsense in the other logs!

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CLOSED | TWO TIMES LUCKY

[soft_focus]

[FOR FOSTER | LET THE SWARM BEGIN]

When the swarm first begins, Reira is just about to get something from a lonely and bored merchandise stand-man, what with the overload and various ship malfunctions leaving them with...surplus. Immense surplus.

She was about to get something, but then of course, the Swarm began. An entire wave of screeching, diminutive Greimen, the salesman ducking under their table, and Reira left to sort of stare in shock before-

"A-AAHH!-" Well. As much as only a Few are actually taller than her, it's still enough at a close enough height that she's quickly overwhelmed. "W-Wait-!"

NO...

SHE WANTED HER PORG!!!

[FOR YUUSEI | THE FINAL COUNTDOWN]

Foster didn't do anything wrong, helping her to the gates the first time. Not at all. It's just, well.

"Aha-!" She'd ended up dropping something Very Important (a few 'Mule Donsters' cards that she knew wouldn't work in her deck at all given their Odd Blue Look, but looked cool enough to put in her picture book at least), and wanted to get those back. On the plus side, she got them back. On the other- "Mngh-"

She grimaces as the Greimen start firing things again, a few being buffered away thanks to her hair, and most just trying to shove around and getting her jostled in the process. "Hey, move-"

It's even harder than before to get around-it's not long before she's shouting as she's swept rather literally off her feet, clutching the cards close as stuff gets caught in her hair, and she herself gets caught...in everything. "Hey-!"

[criticallyfucked]

Foster is a couple of feet smaller than he is at the Carnival and he's still three feet taller than any of these awful goblins. Which is its own problem, as they keep trying to climb him--but that great of one, because he can jump them and kick them out of the way with as much vigour as he pleases, and it turns out that even this daintier deerlike alien body has hooves like a small pistol.

The fact that his tail comes with a machete on it is also helpful, but quickly served its purpose in teaching them not to get near his back end at all.

They don't like him, and he doesn't like them--

And he had not yet decided what he was going to do about that when he is nearly hit in the face with a small, brown-scaled lizard thing. It swoops over him, circling his head and shoulders as he canters down the hall, and that's when he realises what it is. And whose it is.

It's his. The sparrow, the one he gave to Reira--

Now what?!

Rounding the corner, his question is answered almost immediately.

[soft_focus]

"HHH-hhHAAAAAHH-!" And what an answer indeed. Reira is rather literally being bumped around on some sort of...Greiman sea, and she's finding it rather difficult to move anywhere At All. She does actually try to use a shield to sort of buffer things away at one point but... well.

That's not working, and when she sees someone who definitely isn't a Greiman she shouts. "Hey-!!" HELP. HELP PLEASE-

[criticallyfucked]

The calvary, as they say, has arrived.

Sort of.

Foster careens around the corner with limited traction and less control, his hooves skidding across the hard surfacing as he takes out one, two, three, four different greimen on his way down.

Yes, down. He actually crashes, falling halfway and hitting the ground hard on his hip, but the lethal combination of flailing hooves and bladed tail stop the diminutive invaders from keeping him there. Honestly the whole thing is absolutely ridiculous.

And he's up again quickly, for what it's worth, kicking another diminutive alien off him in the process.

[It's just me!]

His telepathic voice comes up in her mind, strangely upbeat for the situation. But seizing hold of Reira Akaba is not something Foster can do. It wouldn't even occur to him to cross the boundaries of their roles; he wouldn't dare. Physically manhandling her is just one step below manhandling the Ringmaster, as far as he's concerned.

And it's not like she's in danger.

Instead, when he reaches her, he skids in and drops down to his knees on the fore--he has to plant his six-fingered hands on the floor for balance, but she should have no trouble climbing aboard. Assuming she gets on there before a greiman does.

[soft_focus]

Seriously!? It's the first thought in her head, but not one she broadcasts, and how fortunate-no doubt Foster would say..something, something that was unsettling, upsetting, or...

Well, something. The point was, it wouldn't be anything useful for the moment, and for the moment she clambers onto Foster's back after the brief confusion with regard to his voice coming from 'nowhere' while his feelings come from, well. 'Over there'.

"Mngh-" Goodness but the Greimen aren't making it easy at all. As she scrambles, a few things flutter from her pockets-something she doesn't notice, as she grips the other where she can. What a chaotic mess!

[criticallyfucked]

Well, that's what Foster is for.

One awful little grey goblin, trying to clamber up him from the opposite side and shoving Reira, grabbing at her face with its ling-clammy fingers, gets the boot first.

Not literally, of course, but it turns out Foster can just barely reach back and snag it by the ankle, which is exactly what he does, yanking it off his shoulders and back while Reira struggles with another alien or two on the other side--he keeps his eyestalks on her while he tries not to get zapped in the face with another laser.

Yes, another.

Foster's been tased before, more than once, and if it were anything like that, he would know. But it's a lot more like the early stages of pins and needles, combined with the numbness of getting a shot of novocaine at the dentist--though Foster hasn't seen a dentist in 15 years.

So the good news is that the ray guns these invaders are carrying don't really hurt.

The bad news is that there are a lot of them, and it really doesn't hurt other than the electric, weak-muscle live-wire feeling of awakening nerves--

He lets go of the Greman to cover his face, rubbing it vigourously--it's somewhere between disgusting and hilarious, and he's trying not to show any of it.

Which is why his mental voice is upbeat, almost buoyantly so.

[We'll sort out the rest later!]

What kind of pathetic invasion is nonlethal--?!

[soft_focus]

Well. Thanks, she supposes, Foster. At least one grei is getting beaned in the face by Reira's foot when she's clambered on, and so far it's probably troll resilience that's kept her awake the entire time in the first place. She huffs and puffs her cheeks while holding her breath whenever she's shocked-not because of pain, but rather because of the strange 'numbness' that keeps going through each zap point.

It feels a bit like something falling asleep, and it's extremely hard to resist the urge to shake any offending limb or body part to try and 'wake it up'. Regardless, she somehow manages to comprehend Foster's...statement?

Yes, that's a statement, she's not really sure what it's a statement about, however, and. Erm.

"S-sort what out..!"

Well, it doesn't matter, because it'll be later..!

[criticallyfucked]

He has a pair of eyes on her, but he only needs them for keeping track of the greimen--he can feel when she's settled, finding her place right in the curve of his back, behind his shoulders. It's a very different experience from having Zangetsu and Ginko on his back during the concert's mayhem--Zangetsu and Reira are very distinct weights, both of them.

He plants his six-fingered hands on the uneven floor and unfolds his forelegs, rising up to his full height and swinging his back end out, kicking one diminutive alien a glancing blow in the process; that one is an accident, but the two who go down like dominoes from his tail are not.

There are just too many of them, though. Even kicking them around like toys, he's taking irritating bug-zapper-like fire and he doesn't appreciate the taser against his butt, either--!

[The rest of these!]

[soft_focus]

It's more than just dominoes. More than even a house of cards, it's more like... ...Well if anything it's like when someone's playing the bowling games at the Carnival is what it's like. Reira is swinging about a fair bit despite her grip, and she's starting to really get irritated about all these THINGS climbing up after them though.

"Mnhhg-!! They're not letting us wait until later...!" Someone get her a really big fork, she's got alien instincts kicking in.

[criticallyfucked]

[Find something to hang onto,] is Foster's very serious advice, and just about the only warning Reira has before he takes off.

Not... quite literally, he's not airborne really, but while horses are at their fastest at a flat gallop, it turns out deer--and blue deerlike aliens--can just fucking bounce along at a pretty fast clip.

And that is exactly what Foster is doing: the invading aliens, now, are effectively an animate field... concrete waves of grey-n.

[soft_focus]

"UM-!" Finding something is a bit tricky, but somehow she manages- which is fortunate, because she's about to test her skills as a bronco rider apparently. Light as she is, she's bounced around easily, her clawed fingers digging at the andalite's back for grip. "HHHAaaAHAaaaaaAAAAHHH-!"

Suffice to say, the sounds coming from behind are akin to what one would hear being chased by a roller-coaster.

That ICON....

[criticallyfucked]

It's a lot harder when he doesn't have as much fur, or at least not such long fur, and no helpful handholds in the form of colourful bracket mushrooms. But he still has those bony forward shoulders, and with his arms tucked back, she might get ahold of him by an elbow or two (but hopefully not more, as she would have come up with more arms than he actually has.)

But speaking of roller coasters...

This ride also comes with a big drop.

Foster, bounding down the hall, scattering greyliens like mice (or stomping them straight into the floor, they're apparently pretty durable little guys), lands on a weak plate in the poorly-constructed station and

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[soft_focus]

"HhhAAAAaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!" Well that's happening. Her grip briefly looses, before she manages to awkwardly swim fall to clutch at a different spot, while gravity tries to assert itself and drag them to a proper spot. But they're sure going through a hole to the next floor down.

That's sure happening. "FFffFOSSSTERRRRR-!"

WE'RE LEAVING TOGETHER

[alphudo]

Yuusei. Is having. A ball.

He shouldn't be, really. He's not one to senselessly wreak havoc, nor is he one to really outwardly express any great amount of joy or excitement. He's usually fairly mellow and calm, rarely working himself up into any remote state of emotional fervor. It isn't something that happens with him.

There's something about this hulking alien body, though, that just delights him. He feels powerful in it, and while he doesn't want to hurt anyone, it at least feels nice when he can tower over others.

And when the Greimen arrive, storming the ship and flooding the halls with their massive numbers, well... The first tail slap was an accident he swears--

(Every Other Time, However, Was Not.)

What the Greimen have in masses he has in Actual Mass, his size more than enough to swat several of them out of the way with a swipe of his larger arms or tail. Storming through the crowds of them is a cakewalk, and as long as he can get a good roll in afterward, he can even stop to look over some of the stalls since he never really got a chance to do that.

He ends up finding a booth that sells some pretty unusual things for an Olympic stand and nabs a few sets of hard-edged dice as his own memory of this (admittedly ill-outfitted) location and of his first several days working for the carnival. Plus, he's pretty sure there are some group games that use these kinds of dice, and it might be good to have some on-hand in case someone sets something like that up...

He carries on with ease, his tail swishing through the sea of Greimen to make room for himself, but it grinds to a halt when he notices a figure trapped in the mob that distinctly isn't another Greiman. He cranes his neck down and picks Reira out of the mass, holding her carefully above the aliens so they'll have a harder time grabbing onto her or something.

The tail continues its sweep below her right where it left off. "Are you alright?

[soft_focus]

No doubt when someone stops being a Kaiju and returns to being a human with a decidedly reptilian lower body, a few key aspects of that particular power-high will fade out. Maybe he'll gain a greater understanding of Kiryu, when the guy was Extra-Evil.

Or maybe he'd just be better off casting the entire incident out from mind-it does, after all, seem like the sort of thing that would be awkward to bring up in a conversation. (At least he remembered Carly's 'Wise Words' about grabbing a memory of each location where he could, given they're now being hurried back to the carnival for the last time on this particular venue.)

On the plus, he is at least containing any monstrous excitement enough that he doesn't simply scare the absolute pants off of Reira-who is currently dangling from the edge of the kaiju's face. "EH!?" Well.

This is certainly happening, she notes, feeling a little awkward between her position and all of the things now stuck in her hair. Tiny eyes watch the greimen go flying- 'aaaAAAAAA', a number cry, before landing harmlessly on a pile of their brethren- before looking back to Yuusei himself. "...Um, I'm ok-!"

[alphudo]

Granted, Yuusei doesn't really know who Reira is yet. They've probably never met in person, and even if they had, it's doubtful that they'd recognise each other in their current forms. He does, however, remember her from her Muel Donsters match (an event he only managed to get a peek at but was at least aware that one of their own would be participating). He doesn't recall a name, but he at least knows this is the one, and since she's part of the carnival...

Another swift wag of his tail pushes more Greimen away from himself. They feel like strange rubber dog toys, honestly-- "Need a lift back home?" he asks, his void eyes softening somewhat. "Or is there anything you need to grab before we go?"

[soft_focus]

They definitely haven't met in person-Reira's job certainly doesn't have a lot of overlap with his, and she DEFINITELY wasn't at the lakeside party for that matter. So for now, she's sort of...peering over at the eyes, and then hurriedly shaking her head. Aside from the fact that she did successfully snatch up those cards, there's this sudden...Need, after all.

"Mnh-I just want to go back home now..!" she insists, referring of course to the Carnival. "Let's go..!!" The Ringmaster's magic is doing good, it seems.

[alphudo]

Yuusei feels that tug as well, and he's more than eager to get on going. He tries to keep an eye out for any others caught in the sea of Greimen, but eventually he can't be bothered.

He pockets his dice in a spare spot in his toolbelt, and then he transfers Reira from his big claw to his smaller arms, holding her securely to his body. His slow trudging jumps up to a series of bounds now that he can use both of his larger arms.

Still, though, all of these aliens are getting annoying, and the further they descend through the ship, the harder it is for him to keep his momentum from barrelling out of control. And then he gets an idea.

"Do you get dizzy easily?"

[soft_focus]

It's quite the struggle, but at least once she's transferred it's easier to hold onto something-particularly with Yuusei himself holding on to her. Even with that however, the whole sea of aliens below blurs into a strange monochrome 'torrent', and it grows somewhat dizzying to look at.

So, perhaps not the best question? "Mnh? Dizzy..? ...why...?"

Yes. Why. Why Yuusei. Why.

[alphudo]

He doesn't actually get a proper chance to answer that. Running like this at an incline on a smooth surface is a lot like running down a steep hill (that's exactly what they're doing but shh): the faster one goes, the harder it is to keep oneself from pitching forward and tumbling to the bottom.

Admittedly, Yuusei was planning on doing that right about now anyway, but he doesn't initiate it on his own accord, simply losing his footing with an alarmed cry and beginning to roll with some pretty impressive momentum. He very much tries to keep Reira from getting hurt somehow by holding her close to his chest and allowing his other limbs to take most of the weight to put some space between her and the ground. Like a big wheel. Yeah.

Hopefully this isn't how Jack feels whenever he crashes the Wheel of Fortune.

[soft_focus]

"HhhhHhhheeEEHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAA-!" WELL THEY'RE ROLLING NOW.

And now she wonders if this is what would happen if she got caught on the inside of her own noah bike. There's not much to think about however, and she's understanding why Yuusei had asked 'do you get dizzy' now. Boy, will she ever after this. Where is the gate- When will they stop being aliens-

Heck what will even happen when they stop being aliens, are they just going to collapse on each other in a mess of people and merchandise or-

"hhHHHAAAaaAAAAAAA-"

[alphudo]

Well, there's only one way to find out what'll happen, and that's by getting to the end. They do say, though, that the journey is more important than the destination, don't they?

The first several seconds of this awful descent into Alien Wheel Hell™ is accompanied by a fair amount of screaming on Yuusei's end; but soon - and he's not really sure what's causing it (the adrenaline rush? the alien blood coursing through his veins?) - whatever fear he may have been experiencing is just gone, and instead he starts laughing, cackling. Nothing can stop him at this rate and he is perfectly fine with that.

"GYYAAAAHHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA-!!"

When the two barrel back into the carnival grounds, they go flying, Yuusei unable to hold onto Reira like he was before and allowing them to "part ways" momentarily. The mechanic himself bounces and rolls a few more times before skidding to a stop in the grass, his reverted taur form curled up on itself and shuddering with stifled giggles as he catches his breath. His heart is still racing, and his blood feels like it's burning with pure energy. It's amazing.

It's only when he's managed to calm himself that he can try to right himself and stand, panting with a stupid grin on his face while he goes to look for Reira to make sure she's okay. He shivers with the occasional chuckle. "H-hey, are you... You alright...?"

[soft_focus]

Nothing can stop them at this rate, and Reira is assuredly not fine with that. Unlike Yuusei-who is apparently going to have quite the withdrawl once being a giant alien has worn off- Reira's alien body wasn't made for spinning around nonstop on a fight path. Maybe it was made for fighting in general, but this isn't the same, and the anger that there was while she was on Foster's back?

That isn't here now, and it probably wouldn't help at all. Regardless, she bounces herself- "HFF-! OOFFF-! HFP-!" -before landing squarely on her back, numerous objects that had been stuck in her hair scattered everywhere thanks to the fact that she doesn't have nearly that much volume anymore.

Hopefully Yuusei can calm himself down from That Stuff in time to help her up, but in the meantime she grimaces, and squints up a bit. "Mngghh... ...y're all m'ssy..." she mutters, still squinting a bit.

What a mess of feelings going on there, sir. Sort yourself out.

[alphudo]

Yuusei stumbles and nearly falls over on his way, both from dizziness and the sudden shift back to his taur form - which he still hasn't totally gotten the hang of using just yet - but by the time he reaches her, he's fairly steady. His grin has faded to a fainter smile, and now he's just trying to get his breathing under control.

He offers a hand to Reira, a flicker of what looks like it could be nausea crossing his face. Something feels wrong. "...really, are you okay?" He scans her up and down, still not recognising her (how could he?) but seeming awfully... Well, kind of disappointed. In himself. Because she's a child.

"........oh god I'm so sorry."

[soft_focus]

"Mngh..." Well. Reira is slowly rolling over, and only then she'll take the hand-given her size, not to mention voice, she's absolutely younger than the twins, younger than Rally...

'Oops' is too light a word for this, but all dizziness aside she manages to nod. "Umnh...'s ok... ...'re you ok..?" she adds almost as an after thought, grimacing at the other. He certainly comes across as significantly 'calmer' now...