lostcarnival | ⇨ SPACE FIGHT

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⇨ SPACE FIGHT

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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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?

Edited 2018-04-18 03:04 (UTC)

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-!"

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?"

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.

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?"

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.

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.

"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-"

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...?"

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.

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."

"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...

That faint smile? Gone. Absolutely gone now. Yuusei gladly helps Reira up off of the ground regardless, sitting on his haunches in an attempt to reduce a little bit of the height difference between them (it doesn't do much).

"....hohh.... ohhh no....."

He's not the type to mutter senselessly like this, but he feels he needs to say something to her but just can't. He holds his hanging, pounding head in his foreclaws.

(...which, that's a new development, really. Not that he's got the mind to pay attention right now.)

"...what did I just do.........."

It's like holding a teddy bear, maybe. She's small enough at any rate. As it is, Yuusei's...'Epiphany' isn't going unnoticed, and Reira's eyes slowly begin to widen a bit as the anxiety on the air starts to really sink in.

"Umnhhh..." This is bad. She certainly won't say that Yuusei wasn't making a hell of a first impression (because boy howdy it sure was), but that doesn't seem like it'll...help. At all.

"...You...got me back here?"

Yay?

It's a small victory, but it's a victory nonetheless, right?

Right?

Maybe not as much in Yuusei's eyes, given how as soon as Reira seems steady on her feet, he lets go of her and takes a step back. He's not exactly afraid as much as he is just... struck with the full sense of horror that comes with becoming Alien Wheel Hell™ while you were supposed to be rescuing a child. A very small child.

God.

"I... ah..." He slowly raises his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm not usually... like that..."

"...You mean...'spin happy'?" she offers, twisting her brows a bit. He wasn't quite all there even when she ran into him, honestly. It was probably like how she was with the 'fork' while on Foster's back.

That sure was weird now that she thinks about it. "...It's ok. ...You're not normally a big dragon thing, right?" Dragon, Kaiju, both are clearly the same, right??

The sort of kaiju he was don't exist in his world; the difference between them in his mind is frankly next to meaningless. He was dragon enough while he was on that spaceship.

"......yeah. 'Spin happy.'" Yuusei can at least argue that the alien beaning was out of necessity there were so many of them--

"Yeah, normally I'm like this." He pauses and frowns. "Er, well, even this form is new..." He can't even say it was because he tripped since he was planning on barrelling anyway. How embarrassing. "...I didn't even get your name. I'm Yuusei. I... I'm so sorry, I can help you carry some things if you need..."

"Mnh. ...I was 'fork happy', earlier..." Don't ask. "My name is Reira, though. Um..." That's names covered, but what else...she looks back at all the things, her eyes widening for different reasons now.

What.

The heck.

"....I didn't grab a lot of that..."

Well it's theirs now, because they sure aren't going back to Return it.

"...huh." Now that he's looking around too, yeah, he doesn't remember her having any of this stuff in her possession either. His tool belt is still secure around his waist, and he checks one of the closed pockets to make sure his dice are still there. They are.

...which, actually, he removes the purple set he nabbed on his way out of the spaceship while beginning to collect some of the things on the ground. Holding it where Reira can see it, he asks, "Uh, hey, I know it isn't much, but... Would you want this? I don't know if you're into those kinds of games, but some dice might be useful?" Maybe?? He's trying his best here--

Gosh, there's so much stuff...most of it is nonsense like magnets and pencil crayons mind, but...

"Eh?" she blinks, looking to the dice. They do look very...pretty. She will say that. "Um, you're giving them to me? ...Really?" Oh dear-it really wasn't super terrible Yuusei, it's fine...

Even the little things, Yuusei does pick up. There's no sense in leaving all of this stuff out for someone else to deal with. He has multiple hands; he can put them somewhere else later.

Does this look like a man who needs three sets of dice though? He feels a little awkward doing this, though. He may have spent a fair amount of time with the twins and with Rally, but he really doesn't understand children very well. He feels like he's just being embarrassing now. "Yeah, of course. ...I won't make you take them if you don't want them, though."

"UM!" Nope, she is taking those-absolutely taking those, carefully setting them first in her strange purple hands, and then in her jacket pocket. "No, it's fine..! ...I just didn't think you were going to give me stuff... ...you didn't have to, so..."

There is a pause, as she stares at the ground. "....Thank you."

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