lostcarnival | ⇨ THE EPILOGUE

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⇨ THE EPILOGUE

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 61
Where: The Carnival
What: After all the rescues team return, it will be matter of tending to the wounded and getting the hell out of dodge. The Ringmaster can handle the fleeing part, but someone will need to look after those in the medical tent. Or, maybe, you just want to show up and ask what the hell happened.
Warnings: Some messed up consequences of faerie fuckery.

IN REPAIR↴

As the minutes tick past, all four rescue groups will eventually return. Everyone in the carnival is encouraged to help out, ensuring that the rescues and victims both are taken care of after the fact. You can tag in here as rescuers taking care of business around the carnival, victims recovering, or other workers checking in to see what's going on. This log is for general aftermath threads, made by anyone.

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"Mn-nn!" Reira says easily, looking up from the shield. "...I just have to think about it, now." It's not at the level of anything unconscious, but it's certainly not so much that she can't hold a conversation while she holds it. No doubt she'd have something else to say about expending energy if she had to hold it over time, however.

Even so, she lets him touch it- it doesn't feel like stone, as much as it looks somewhat like the moon. It feels more like hardened mist, like ice, but without the chill. It's pure energy, perhaps even 'moonlight', and nothing more.

"I got a lot of books, I think," she declares, considering what Tyki said about leaving things behind now. "...They're in pieces, but I can put them together later at least."

Given he had seen her using her camera, he may be able to guess why it's 'pieces'.

He keeps his hand against it and debates trying to destroy it but Reira was just a kid and it was best not to shatter what morale she had in terms of creating it. It looked and felt solid enough to his touch without being overly firm. If he had any guesses he'd imagine it might be more for reflection of attacks over actual shielding but who knows.

His Power to Choose activates as he slides his hands inside of the shield for just a second. They are out just as easily as they went in. Just for an oral fix, he takes a bite out of that cookie without thinking. "That's some decent progress."

He grins gently, "Figure out what story you're going to read me to sleep with yet?"

Once Tyki seems to be done, she dispels the shield- if at least so she can recover the collection of cookies before Kage grows too interested in them. Assured that her zombie-bird won't start devouring the treats, she shakes her head at Tyki's question, frowning.

"...I don't think my reading is what puts you to sleep," she notes, recalling when he'd fallen asleep before. "...That's just being tired."

He slides the rest of the cookie into his mouth. The shield disappears just as easily as she created it and he admits he's a little impressed at such work in such a short time. Kids just soaked up information so easily.

Tyki blinks at her words with an incredulous look, "Reira, I'm quite aware of what makes someone tired. I meant that the soothing sound of your voice while reading a book to me would be both cute and pleasing to the ears. Didn't anyone ever read you stories before bed?"

Tyki has the absolute worst luck when it comes to finding out unpleasant matters about this child's backstory, truly.

(The countdown really IS on until he figures it all out at this rate)

The girl blinks rapidly however, tilting her head after a moment. "Mnh. I don't know about most things before niisama...I don't think I had a bed back then anyway, before him," she mutters, furrowing her brows. "...But, I didn't have books after I met niisama either- it was only a little bit after that, that I came here anyway..." Actually, her brother didn't even realize she could read for that matter.

Good job, bro. As it is. "...Umnh...Why would you read someone to sleep though? Wouldn't they never hear the ending? ...You're supposed to find out what happens at the end if you read a book," she protests confusedly.

He keeps learning more as time goes on and there is a large part of him that wants to question her entire family on if they understand that children need love and attention. No parent is perfect, even the Earl had significant flaws, but love and understanding were one of the large factors. He's going to start thinking ill things of her entire family soon enough. He just liked to form his own opinions on people, not just word of mouth.

His stare continues, a flick of worry bleeding into his emotions, but all of that disappears and he reaches out to pat her head like he always does, "When reading someone a story, you are just as much attentive to the person as you are the story itself. When they start to fall asleep, you stop and mark where you are so that the next night they don't miss a single thing. A book doesn't have to be finished in just one night."

One hopes he'll be able to read Reiji like a book, almost- as Reiji's tendency to simply not say anything to hide what he doesn't know often leads people to otherwise assume he's hiding something.

Not knowing, perhaps, is the more forgivable state compared to the alternative. Reira does her best to listen about the logic of having a story read before sleep, finding herself with a grimace at the idea.

"...I don't think I'd be able to fall asleep," she decides, shaking her head. "...not if the story was in the middle of something."

Body language gave away a lot about a person from the way they hide to the way they act. It's why when he develops his own poker face he keeps all emotion from bleeding into any of it. Everyone had their tells though and that was only a matter of time.

Maybe it's too late for her, or so he thinks, for her to be soothed by someone's voice or the comfort of their presence in order to fall asleep to a bedtime story. It was less about the story itself and more for the company, the fact someone loved them enough to do so, or the comfort of knowing someone was there.

"Maybe not. Do you always read a book from start to finish or do you break it up into pieces?"

"I stop when it looks like a good spot to stop," she answers seriously. "...Like, um...sometimes it's the end of a chapter...but sometimes it's just after something happened in a chapter, I guess. ...Before the end of the book is fixed, but not before something small was finished, I guess."

The end of a scene, basically. She just doesn't realize that's what it is.

"What about lullabies? Warm milk before bed? Stuffed animals?" he asks with some curiosity now that he's kind of hooked into the conversation. At this point it doesn't matter how much he's prying. Not unless he gets a flag that she's upset by it will he stop.

"Hmm, maybe we can think of another time to read then and not during bed time." He just thought it was a cute idea really. He kind of misses Road and her sometimes need for childish things.

There is a stare. "..............I have one of my stuffed animals on the bed..." she supposes, blinking. "....Umn. It seems better with one up there, since I used to carry my old bear a lot," the girl adds, blinking. She misses that bear, honestly, but it's sort of lost in Synchro now so...Hmm.

Anyway. "Mnh-!! You would read with me after we leave here?" she starts, a little surprised by the idea. With how Yuuya had reacted when she mentioned getting 'school books' from Acquisitions, she'd sort of thought no one really wanted to read too much...at least, not when they weren't in a library...

Don't judge him with that stare. He's genuinely curious given her usual affinity to not acting like a child should. He is somewhat relived when he does find aspects of her having some hint of a childhood. Stuffed animals went with children hand and hand.

"Yes, of course. I love to dive into a good book. The carnival doesn't have very many save for what is passed around. At this point, I wouldn't even mind fairy tales."

No judgement, only confusion, Tyki. Only confusion.

Hopefully he never sees the damage that poor bear suffered before getting haphazardly stitched back together though. "Mnh...I think I have...at least one fairy tale in my pictures now..." she mutters, frowning.

"...I have to put them together later."

"It doesn't matter the story. If it's new, I'll probably enjoy it," he says again just to reassure her. There aren't any books he ended up taking pictures of given how trapped that got as soon as things got harry. He licks a few crumbs off his fingers and stretches out a bit to pop his weary bones.

"No rush, at least. There's always later." Unless they get sucked into another location sooner than later.

To that, Reira nods in agreement. "Mnh- yeah...right now, there's lots of other things to do," she notes, thinking back on the matter of the 'hospitalized' and rescuers. Not to mention, the whole protection of the Carnival until they're off...

"...I'll show you my books later then," she decides, beaming a little. ...After she puts them together, of course. She feels that since she's already said that however, it should be obvious enough.

Technically he went on three missions and so he deserves at least one more cookie. Maybe two more. It's why he's going to reach out for another and break it in half to savor one piece while holding the warmth of the other half.

"Sounds good to me. If you need me, I'm here at least until we get moving."

Well, extra cookies then. It's sort of hard to say no to Tyki. Extra cookies are only going to be passed out so long however- eventually, she nods. Time for HER to go, after all.

"Mnh. I'll see you later then," she decides, heading into the tent. Time to deliver... ...however many cookies weren't just eaten, she supposes.

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aw yeh tied up just in time for camping...