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[Kurama hangs his head. He didn't doubt Fubuki's still, not at all! Simply, to see it accomplished so easily ahead of him when he was beginning to struggle truly ignites his desire to do better.]
Ahem. Good work, Fubuki.
[The employee hands over the wolf god's prize- it's a Matsuri, with her ridiculously long sword stitched to her hand.]
With our powers combined we should be able to get a full set.
[ he takes the matsuri which is... very normal looking! nothing strange about it except for the quality. the stitches are loose with the smallest defects in the cloth and the finer details don't seem quite right. colors are slightly altered. the eyes are different sizes. if there's symmetry, the machine that might've made it could've been in an earthquake. ]
For both of us, right?
[ he's not taking the next ring quite yet, opting to play with the doll. the half-beast gently butts its head into kurama's shoulder. ]
If that's the case... I think you should win the next one. Maybe you can get yourself. He's kind of cute.
[Kurama thinks the quality of the Matsuri plush matches the god herself. There's a charm to it, despite its flaws. Fubuki bumps his head against the tengu god's shoulder and he absently pats his head.]
[ah]
Ideally I'd like to get as many as possible out of the wrong hands. [so he pulls his hand back.]
I'm sure they failed to capture my divine majesty. Still, I don't want it out there circulating among these sex-crazed villagers.
[So, another exchange, another set of rings. One bounces off the ring again but after seeing Fubuki accomplish it he has a much better lock on the motion needed. The second ring lands without so much as a ricochet.]
I guess that's not the kind of worship you're looking for, huh.
[ voice trailing off as he patiently waits for kurama to take his turn. as the second ring leaves his fingers, he already has an idea of how successful he'll be. it just takes some time. effort. attention to detail. and above else, a cool head! also some semblance of depth perception.
and once it does rest around the bottle, fubuki claps politely. ]
A worthy victory. Here's hoping we'll get a doll of one of us.
[ this next doll is of a white wolf, plush and pointed icy blue shards adorning its form. its eyes are piercing and bright. even as a doll, it's kind of ferocious looking. ]
[Kurama holds the wolf in his hand and all he can think is,]
Well, that's quite tasteless. [Does that mean there's also a Kamurosaki doll back there? Perhaps that one can stay there. He wouldn't speak ill of the corrupted god, not in front of Fubuki, but he's allowed to hold a grudge from so long ago. He tilts the doll a bit and,]
Oh! [he quickly rights it]
More tasteless than I could have imagined. Fubuki, don't look.
[the quadruped doll may or may not be packing a felted red rocket]
[ being told not to look only invites a curious set of eyes to follow, and upon his discovery of what kurama is trying to hide? he blushes. a bright pink that is striking against his pretty fair features. ]
I... I see. Um.
[ sniffs. he tries to put on a serious and calm face, only to fail when he can't stop looking. it's embarrassing for sure. ]
That's not... what it really looks like. They got it wrong.
[For being the god of winter he sure resembles cherry blossoms right now...]
I told you not to look.
[Kurama shoves the doll into his bag of plush trophies with no respect or dignity. The tail sticks out from the top of the bag but at least nothing untoward was showing.]
They likely changed it to match some depraved fantasy. Some of the booths have had models of a similar shape and larger size.
["Models," you know... just models. Not used for anything else.]
[ part of him wants to win another just so he can personally inspect what these plushies have been packing, and while he's been holding onto the summer god and hasn't noticed anything out of place, it's not like he goes out of his way to look at her in any specific way. ]
Do the ones of yourself have any kinds of alterations?
[ who knows what's hiding beneath those clothes of his. not that fubuki is curious for any reason other than ensuring kurama hasn't been defaced or anything! ]
Or do we need to keep winning them to make sure we are represented accurately.
[ he will protect kurama's naturals... big or small or however they may present ]
[While it's difficult to get any fantasy-accurate depictions on a plush-sized model, some of the other booths simply had sex toys as part of their prize pool. Those, certainly, came in all kinds of inhuman shapes and sizes. Not to mention there was so much bird theming due to the damned place's name...]
I've yet to get a plush representation of myself.
[He doesn't even consider that Fubuki might immediately want to flip up those robes and see what they put underneath. Also, why couldn't he have his robes if the plush could!?]
Perhaps you'll have better luck? The system might be rigged to ensure people don't simply get their own doll.
[ a handful of rings are held out to him and he unconsciously takes them, feeling their weight in his hands as he idly traces a finger around one. there's something different this time but he can't really figure out why? perhaps they're smaller than the last ones, a way to get them to keep playing but be less successful with each toss. or are they covered in a light trace of something slick that'll make it harder for them to throw? ]
Maybe. They don't get anything from us winning or losing, do they?
[ if there is, it's not obvious to him. that alone makes him suspicious. ]
How badly do we need them...
[ and with that? fubuki throws a couple of those rings, watching them bounce off and clatter off and onto the floor around the bottles. how easy it was minutes ago! ]
[Kurama is keeping a watchful eye on the fairness of the carnival game. A certain amount of size shift might be deemed appropriate- scaling difficult and all- but a lubricant would be utterly unfair to the player.]
There must be some motivation for it- for the dolls being made, for our arrival here- just because we don't yet see it doesn't mean it isn't there.
[He sounds confident despite the fact the universe is cold and random sometimes. And sometimes the meaning exists but is two otherworldly beings just really wanna see them bang.]
[The ring dings off and clatters to the ground.]
I see, when it comes to winning my image, you don't need it? [this is teasing, he can't help it]
[ not knowing is what bothers him the most. he's all for surprises, but this feels malicious! basically kidnapping two gods and sending them to some vulgar resort where things are just... of very poor taste? neither he or kurama deserve this! they should be in their respective villages, taking care of the people that live there, ensuring the runes are flowing and whatever delicate balances there are can be managed. ]
I mean, I don't need it. [ he tosses another ring and huffs when it joins the other one on the ground. ] I want it.
[ and then he sniffs, looking at kurama with pink in his cheeks, his eyes sloped from embarrassment. ]
[He is certain that if they were only gone for a little while, the other gods and the Rune Dancer would cover for them. The two of them here would likely be lonelier than the villages they left. However, how long would they be stuck here? He prefers not to think of that strange game as the only way to exit but if it were then even at a card a day that was a months-long affair.]
[Anyways, there's a bit of pink in response.]
... No. [It was a good answer, really. Kurama feels like it would be much better suited to a visual novel heroine than to him.]
Then I'll entrust you with earning mine. [he pats the other on the shoulder with his own brand of distant, awkward affection]
[ if for some reason he can't be with kurama all the time, then the doll of him would suffice. same could be said the other way around! any good memory is one to keep as long as he can, and it'd probably do wonders for his self-imposed loneliness that a funny guy like kurama might go through. ]
Then... watch this!
[ if there's no risk to playing and only reward, what's stopping fubuki from grabbing the tray of rings in front of him and just throwing them all out into towards the bottles? nothing! the guy working the booth isn't getting paid enough to deal with this (he is probably only getting like, a nice handy or something after this)
most, if not all the rings don't find homes. but two of them do.
his prizes? a kai. a cuilang. both with mostly accurate proportions, though the oni has a very pronounced chest. like. big. ]
[That- That's against the rules?! Well, perhaps technically it's not against the rules but it feels against the spirit of the whole thing! Then again, they didn't need to play fair? He's conflicted about this!]
Fubuki...! [okay, his mind has settled on one thing: he puts his hands on his hips, eyebrows furrowed]
You mustn't make a mess for the poor clerk. What if you have broken something? What if someone else were trying to make their throw?
[Was there? No, the presence of two handsome gods was really making all the faceless NPCs decide to just watch from afar. But still.]
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[Kurama hangs his head. He didn't doubt Fubuki's still, not at all! Simply, to see it accomplished so easily ahead of him when he was beginning to struggle truly ignites his desire to do better.]
Ahem. Good work, Fubuki.
[The employee hands over the wolf god's prize- it's a Matsuri, with her ridiculously long sword stitched to her hand.]
With our powers combined we should be able to get a full set.
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For both of us, right?
[ he's not taking the next ring quite yet, opting to play with the doll. the half-beast gently butts its head into kurama's shoulder. ]
If that's the case... I think you should win the next one. Maybe you can get yourself. He's kind of cute.
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[ah]
Ideally I'd like to get as many as possible out of the wrong hands. [so he pulls his hand back.]
I'm sure they failed to capture my divine majesty. Still, I don't want it out there circulating among these sex-crazed villagers.
[So, another exchange, another set of rings. One bounces off the ring again but after seeing Fubuki accomplish it he has a much better lock on the motion needed. The second ring lands without so much as a ricochet.]
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[ voice trailing off as he patiently waits for kurama to take his turn. as the second ring leaves his fingers, he already has an idea of how successful he'll be. it just takes some time. effort. attention to detail. and above else, a cool head! also some semblance of depth perception.
and once it does rest around the bottle, fubuki claps politely. ]
A worthy victory. Here's hoping we'll get a doll of one of us.
[ this next doll is of a white wolf, plush and pointed icy blue shards adorning its form. its eyes are piercing and bright. even as a doll, it's kind of ferocious looking. ]
Huh. That's...
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Well, that's quite tasteless. [Does that mean there's also a Kamurosaki doll back there? Perhaps that one can stay there. He wouldn't speak ill of the corrupted god, not in front of Fubuki, but he's allowed to hold a grudge from so long ago. He tilts the doll a bit and,]
Oh! [he quickly rights it]
More tasteless than I could have imagined. Fubuki, don't look.
[the quadruped doll may or may not be packing a felted red rocket]
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[ being told not to look only invites a curious set of eyes to follow, and upon his discovery of what kurama is trying to hide? he blushes. a bright pink that is striking against his pretty fair features. ]
I... I see. Um.
[ sniffs. he tries to put on a serious and calm face, only to fail when he can't stop looking. it's embarrassing for sure. ]
That's not... what it really looks like. They got it wrong.
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I told you not to look.
[Kurama shoves the doll into his bag of plush trophies with no respect or dignity. The tail sticks out from the top of the bag but at least nothing untoward was showing.]
They likely changed it to match some depraved fantasy. Some of the booths have had models of a similar shape and larger size.
["Models," you know... just models. Not used for anything else.]
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Do the ones of yourself have any kinds of alterations?
[ who knows what's hiding beneath those clothes of his. not that fubuki is curious for any reason other than ensuring kurama hasn't been defaced or anything! ]
Or do we need to keep winning them to make sure we are represented accurately.
[ he will protect kurama's naturals... big or small or however they may present ]
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I've yet to get a plush representation of myself.
[He doesn't even consider that Fubuki might immediately want to flip up those robes and see what they put underneath. Also, why couldn't he have his robes if the plush could!?]
Perhaps you'll have better luck? The system might be rigged to ensure people don't simply get their own doll.
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Maybe. They don't get anything from us winning or losing, do they?
[ if there is, it's not obvious to him. that alone makes him suspicious. ]
How badly do we need them...
[ and with that? fubuki throws a couple of those rings, watching them bounce off and clatter off and onto the floor around the bottles. how easy it was minutes ago! ]
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There must be some motivation for it- for the dolls being made, for our arrival here- just because we don't yet see it doesn't mean it isn't there.
[He sounds confident despite the fact the universe is cold and random sometimes. And sometimes the meaning exists but is two otherworldly beings just really wanna see them bang.]
[The ring dings off and clatters to the ground.]
I see, when it comes to winning my image, you don't need it? [this is teasing, he can't help it]
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I mean, I don't need it. [ he tosses another ring and huffs when it joins the other one on the ground. ] I want it.
[ and then he sniffs, looking at kurama with pink in his cheeks, his eyes sloped from embarrassment. ]
Is that a bad thing?
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[Anyways, there's a bit of pink in response.]
... No. [It was a good answer, really. Kurama feels like it would be much better suited to a visual novel heroine than to him.]
Then I'll entrust you with earning mine. [he pats the other on the shoulder with his own brand of distant, awkward affection]
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Then... watch this!
[ if there's no risk to playing and only reward, what's stopping fubuki from grabbing the tray of rings in front of him and just throwing them all out into towards the bottles? nothing! the guy working the booth isn't getting paid enough to deal with this (he is probably only getting like, a nice handy or something after this)
most, if not all the rings don't find homes. but two of them do.
his prizes? a kai. a cuilang. both with mostly accurate proportions, though the oni has a very pronounced chest. like. big. ]
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Fubuki...! [okay, his mind has settled on one thing: he puts his hands on his hips, eyebrows furrowed]
You mustn't make a mess for the poor clerk. What if you have broken something? What if someone else were trying to make their throw?
[Was there? No, the presence of two handsome gods was really making all the faceless NPCs decide to just watch from afar. But still.]
I appreciate your eagerness but be! considerate!