Alternative History - The Fairlanding Riot - RPLOG
Participants
Date
18/5/480
Log
It is early in the afternoon, and the sun is high in the sky. Saints Square is abuzz with beings from all over Promise, many of them here for the fair, and many of them currently distracted by the curious blue-and-white tent standing proudly in the center of Saints Square. There are two statues flanking the entrance to the tent, displaying two masked beings, with their halberds crossed across the entrance... Many beings give the tent a once-over, and several hang about for a bit, but none dare enter past those statues...
Cirrus is doing what Cirrus does -- that is, poking around the square's offerings for lunch before she ducks back out of town to stab some things and collect some bounties. That being that, she has her claymore strapped to her back, but the majority of her metal armor shed for the hot day. The tent manages to pique the leopard's interest, if in passing, so she ducks into a stand to get a bowl of mixed rice and beans before ambling over to the tent to see what all the fuss is about.
Fenris is wearing his odd uniform today, which means that he is ready for trouble. Or on duty for someone. Or maybe just trying to look good while taking advantage of the cooling properties of the creator inspired outfit. It really doesn't mean much except that he is wearing a sleek outfit modeled after Creator uniforms.
The big tiger saunters across the square, weaving through the crowd of curious beings and stopping just a moment in front of the tent. "Color me curious," he says, tilting his head and folding his arms, looking between the two statues, "Anyone home?" The big feline has never been one to wait around outside of mysterious places, and ducks under the halberds without waiting for an answer. Anyone setting up camp in the middle of Saints' Square must expect people to come in, right? Fenris has never been burned by his curiosity before, after all.
Never.
Cirra is present, though she only has the oilskin coat and her creator wetsuit, but she has a bag of medicine and several nearly complete kevinoscopes, though the latter aren't visible on her. She looks around trying to figure out what the tend is for. She's not much of a frontline fighter, but she'll be damned if she lets herself and others get hurt.
Having been enjoying the atmosphere fo the fair, a well-groomed hyena woman garbed in a fine Captain's coat carouses through. Scint's better eye catches sight of the prominant tent, and she swaggers nearer, her smile crinkling the hanging scar over her worse eye, "Huh... this mae be fine t'see." Hear ears flick, the docked one's single hoop all alone while the other's threesome jangle audibly. Flicking a glance to the tiger when he comments about coloring himself curious, she responds, "So long as t'color t'ain't red, right, sirrah?" The corner of her lips coiling into a smirk.
Lyas wanders into Saints' Square yawning, drawn by the hum of activity. The tabby cat meanders for a while, picking up a pair of leather gloves and a small, stoppered vial - neither of them from the vendors on the street. The folk milling about here would do well to watch their pockets. He stops his kleptomaniac spree early, though, when the tent's statue-guards catch his attention. Tail flicking, grinning broadly, the cat tucks his thumbs into his belt and comes up behind the boar-masked one. Experimentally, he puts a foot against the figure's calf muscle and leans his weight against it, testing its balance. He nods cheerfully to the nearby hyena woman as he does so. If the statue falls and smashes, well, it won't be the first time he's had to make a quick exit from the Square.
An Arctic Fox stands in a small group of people some distance from the curious tent. His eyes fix on it and Russell ponders just what it was set up there for. Statues guarding a fabric building didn't really make too much sense to the vulpine, and his ear cocks to one side as he watches Cirra and then Fenris go over to the tent
Fenris' curiousity makes Russell's other ear drop, and he slows his walk to a stop before crossing his arms to watch precisely what's about to happen.
His eyes lock on Cirra and a Hyena he didn't know offhand then. "Jeeze the whole town's over here then...."
Lyas' apperent attempt to push the statue over makes Russ growl a little in annoyance. "Really?.... REALLY??" The fox bemoans to himself, idly hoping the statue rocks at an odd angle if it tips and breaks the vandal's ankle or something in the process.
Angus steps through Saints square, his nose buried in a little black book in his hands for a moment until he accidently knocks into another patron. The fox looks up, blinking a moment before putting it away and looking around. That's when the tent catches his eyes. He cocks his head to the side curiously, putting his hands in his pockets when he notices Lyas messing with a statue, smirking a little as he starts to move closer to the tent. The fox was garbed in his usual attire, his outfit plain and made of canvas with his rapier at his hip, the coloring on it a muted tone as he inspects the statues for a moment.
"Please don't destroy my statues," sounds a voice from inside the tent, as the statue Lyas is trying to push over moves its arm to swat him away. Meanwhile, both masked statues move their halberds out of the way, allowing the gathered beings to enter the tent.
"Enter, seven of you" is all the voice offers.
Still, Fenris can't exactly see much, with the flaps of the tent blocking the inside from sight.
The tent is larger on the inside, and within sits a masked being, a being eerily similar to Mione, although his visage is hidden by a mask, and there are some subtle differences.
Before him, a large table, with an astonishingly detailed miniature of Firmament, with various miniatures resembling beings in great detail, set about the place...
Fenris is never one to turn down an invitation and slips gladly into the tent. "I am one of the seven, right?" he asks with a smile, "Hello, Mio- oh. I am sorry, I thought you were someone I knew." The big tiger looks around the tent, then thoughtfully at the miniature, then even more thoughtfully at the masked rabbit. A single, vividly green, ? appears just under his left eye.
Cirra looks wary as she enters. She is at first impressed by the model, but then that quickly turns to a bit of frustration as she notices her beloved company completely absent from the model, as well as several landmarks she is used to. She scrawls on her slate. [What era is this model of?]
Cocking a brow at the cat's antics with a non-plussed response, Scint is about to say something when the voice sounds, and she looks. When the limited number are invited in, her swaggersome gait carries her confidently into the tent's interior to... quite teh intriguing sight. Her dark lips purse, and she looks over the miniatures and more, squinting a bit after the shift of lighting form outside the tent to in, and her scarred eye widen a bit more. She says, "It's smaller on th'outside. Huh."
