(No AUW link, but Mordred (AU name maybe later) is basically a delinquent seventeen-year old and sister to Alice Penelope Drake (onceandfuturemascot). Still goes to school but has a bad reputation as a troublemaker with poor grades, loves to brawl, and hangs out with Bad Crowds at night).
[Mordred is having a whirlwind of a good time enjoying everything that the festivities have to offer. By the time she reaches Tesse around midday, she's hopped up on all kinds of delicious sugary treats. If there was something she was supposed to do that day, it's been long forgotten.
Walking around one of the squares, she had come across some game booths and festival games, including one of those old-timey "Test Your Strength" machines. The stall owner probably hadn't anticipated such an... antagonistic response when he had called out to her, and took more than a few steps back when Mordred started swinging the heavy steel mallet in her hands with a dangerous twinkle in her eye.
Feeling the weight of the mallet, Mordred swings to build up momentum and smashes it down onto the trigger. The pin leaps up, straight past the "Best Record Today" marker and into the bell with a satisfying ping.]
Hell yeah! Mordred wins, again!
[She turns around to see if anyone is looking, grinning like a cheshire cat. A few onlookers clap, but the sound is lost in the general sound of festivities. A small, irritated sigh later, she takes out her phone to take a victory selfie. As soon as she presses the button, the owner of the stall dumps a massive cuddly toy into her arms.
The hell is-
[She turns it around and stares straight into the vacant grinning face of a toy lion, almost as big as she is. It stares back. She stares some more.
She turns to complain but the stall owner has already moved onto the next customer and the crowds are starting to push her away. Her eyes flick towards a nearby dumpster.]
Damn it... [She faces the toy.] You are dumb and very lucky, you hear? [Guess she's lugging this thing on her back for the rest of the day.
She'll keep an eye out for any more interesting game stalls or food stands, while hoping she doesn't run into anyone she knows.]
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[Mordred is having a whirlwind of a good time enjoying everything that the festivities have to offer. By the time she reaches Tesse around midday, she's hopped up on all kinds of delicious sugary treats. If there was something she was supposed to do that day, it's been long forgotten.
Walking around one of the squares, she had come across some game booths and festival games, including one of those old-timey "Test Your Strength" machines. The stall owner probably hadn't anticipated such an... antagonistic response when he had called out to her, and took more than a few steps back when Mordred started swinging the heavy steel mallet in her hands with a dangerous twinkle in her eye.
Feeling the weight of the mallet, Mordred swings to build up momentum and smashes it down onto the trigger. The pin leaps up, straight past the "Best Record Today" marker and into the bell with a satisfying ping.]
Hell yeah! Mordred wins, again!
[She turns around to see if anyone is looking, grinning like a cheshire cat. A few onlookers clap, but the sound is lost in the general sound of festivities. A small, irritated sigh later, she takes out her phone to take a victory selfie. As soon as she presses the button, the owner of the stall dumps a massive cuddly toy into her arms.
The hell is-
[She turns it around and stares straight into the vacant grinning face of a toy lion, almost as big as she is. It stares back. She stares some more.
She turns to complain but the stall owner has already moved onto the next customer and the crowds are starting to push her away. Her eyes flick towards a nearby dumpster.]
Damn it... [She faces the toy.] You are dumb and very lucky, you hear? [Guess she's lugging this thing on her back for the rest of the day.
She'll keep an eye out for any more interesting game stalls or food stands, while hoping she doesn't run into anyone she knows.]