Welcoming Festival

[theguidebook]

Who: Everyone!
What: Let's welcome the new folk! Festival time!
Where: Summer Forest
When: June 1st, evening
Warnings: None!

It's pretty amazing what magic can put together on short notice. Where tranquil forest stood just hours ago, there's now the obvious signs of a party—and it's all for the people who just got here! Hopefully everyone's dried off by now so they won't catch any chills! Strung up among the trees are paper lanterns glowing lightly and illuminating the area. There's food from all sorts of places set up on tables among the trees, and games are scattered about, with citizens of other worlds manning them. There's also a bonfire in a clearing away from the trees, if you want to get away from all the hustle and bustle… but why wander away? Have fun and socialize, after all, Avalar is your new home!

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no worries~

[pauldron]

[She swats at the bubbles when they get close, feeling the sting of a couple when they pop on her arm, but the most they seem to be doing is getting her wet. Unfortunately for Vaan, all that does is make her angry, and she shifts her stance before running at him to strike.]

Going to have to do better than that!

[falsezodiacknight]

[And that's when Vaan's arm starts to spark again, as she rushes forward.

Just like training. Combinations of attacks, to create even stronger blows.
The sparking, once again, runs down his sword - though, this time, he does grunt in pain and stumble a bit before charging once more.]

[pauldron]

[She can't stop or dodge, not this close, and so she locks swords with him and takes the electricity if not what must be an attempt at running her through. Her Dragonfly squeaks, shifts from pale yellow to cotton candy pink, and Lightning grits her teeth at the strain of holding him back--her gear isn't made for this!--before she lashes out with one booted foot, aiming to kick him in the stomach and break the stalemate without losing her head. This kid's stubborn, she has to give him that.]

[falsezodiacknight]

[That kick? That's what finally makes the kid fall, as his own dragonfly has turned a very dark green.]
Urk--!!
[Though, now he's down, near the fire - his burns are clearly visible, his sparking stops.
In his mind, Vaan is thinking quite a bit. If he continues, and dies? He won't be able to protect the crystal. And he won't return as a Judge - he'll return as a body. Looking up a little... he puts his hand over his normal eye, with a bit of a cough.]
Can we wait until our equipment is -oww- dry? I feel like we're just gonna make mistakes here.
[Mistakes like burning your arm like that, Vaan?]

[pauldron]

[She snorts, staring down at him for a moment before she shifts her blade with a flick of her wrist, holding it in a less aggressive posture.]

We're done.

[She turns away, gathering up her things and holstering her blade before she turns and looks at him over her shoulder.] Try something like that again and you won't live long enough to regret it.

[falsezodiacknight]

[Vaan doesn't respond for a few moments, before giving a whine.]
Sorry, Reks...
[He's just mumbling to himself. But he does look to Lightning, giving a serious look.]
As long as you stay away from the Crystal, we're though. Won't need to see you again.

[And then he slinks back over to the crystal - to rest. He hopes he won't need to talk to Miss Farron for a long time... man, should he have asked her first name? Nah. They're not meeting again. He'll be back home soon. He should have known a knight would be tougher.

He'll need to get tougher, huh.]