daybreakacademy | Heaven or Hell, Let's rock the festival!

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Heaven or Hell, Let's rock the festival!

Who Ky Kiske, students in his class, other faculty and class that decided to tag along
What A weekend trip to the largest medieval faire in France, supposedly a class field trip, but really a reward for doing well in class.
Where Provins, France
When Second weekend of June
Warnings: maybe alcohol mentions, medieval faire nonsense

It was planned in advanced – and only two hours by bus from Soliel, though when he brought up his trip during previous meetings, Ky didn’t expect so many volunteers to chaperone, or to decide it’s a good idea for their class. The trip was announced ahead of time, and there was encouragement to dress period-appropriate, but wasn’t mandatory – so everyone was given time to pack and procure outfits if they wish.

The actual fair was loud and colorful, with people dressed up from lavish nobles, to dirt farmers, and plenty of knights sweltering in the June heat. There were plenty of steampunk-style costumes, so accuracy wasn’t always sought after. And for those who wanted a costume but couldn’t get one, there are rentals.

The smell of food fills the air along with lutes and the shouts. Smiths, weavers, and bakers show off their crafts, and plenty of goods were for sale. And for the more daring, there were archery tournaments (and about fifty robin hoods) and some “Grand melees” with foam weapons, though Ky will caution those to hold back if they choose to enter, after all most of their opponents are just hobbyists.

When the festival closes for the night, everyone is gathered into a medieval-style in, though the food is much more suited towards modern palettes, and there are two students to a room, though the chaperones prefer for students to stay in the night, it might be a good time to explore one’s surroundings on their own, long as they return in the morning.

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A - costume work?

[Most students have gotten used to him either in partial armor while in combat class, or slacks with a button up shirt, but once they arrived he changed in his room to a regal blue robe with white and silver trim, and a sword stuck to his brocade belt. His currently midback-length hair is worn loose for once.]

What do you think? This is was actually what I used to wear - though none of my clothes were this vivid, such dyes were usually reserved for royalty.

[And if anyone else is in costume, he'll help with them wearing it correctly, or even getting it on when it comes to some of the more elaborate headpieces]

B - it's just routine

[While he's been content mostly to linger around, keeping his eyes on the students and buying delicious but overpriced food when he notices a display of ladders, false horses, and the like near two closely put together walls. His eyes brighten, and quickly he went back to the inn, returning in full plate. As the workers explain how knights would train themselves, and offering people to try out.

Ky quickly drew a crowd when he put himself between the walls, and shimmied up against it, gaining quite some good distance up - bracing himself against the walls as he gets near the top, being quite visible. Then a few moments passed, he slowly climbs his way back down, laughing and slightly breathless, grinning proudly]

C - In the boozer,you’re a loser CW: Alcohol

[In the evening when most of the kids should be asleep, he's downstairs in the common room, nursing a stein of mead, writing down something quick, quiet and contemplative. He leans back, he thought it'd be fun, and it is, but once the hustle and bustle of the fair went - it actually made him feel rather homesick for a life he no longer has. Ky sighs heavily, and tries to push it aside.

No use dwelling on what can't be changed]

D - Wild card!

[Make up your own prompt, just throw in whatever]

Edited 2019-06-06 18:52 (UTC)

While Rex almost certainly only came to the faire as part of a class, with the usual dedication he has decided if he will go he will go. He hadn't forged actual plate armour for himself, not just because of recent events suggesting being more selective with his work in the Anvil, but also as a chance to test a more advanced application of his non-living Phantom work. Simple constructs, such as chains had so far been the limit. But an improvised pair of gauntlets had inspired the idea of armour. Thus was born Paint It Black. Your classic horns and claws suit with shoulder spikes and pointed sabaton. All in black with golden highlights, his huge cape only not dragging on the ground thanks to his 7'4 height. The phenomenally huge sword across his back is just for show- it's actually an empty scabbard with a hilt attached.

Always feeling more comfortable with his face hidden and finding himself enjoying the atmosphere more than he thought, gets a little into character when appropriate.

He can be found entering the melees, in which he not only holds back but often allows someone who plays up a heroic role to defeat him in an appropriately dramatic fashion- purely to ensure he doesn't harm someone, obviously.

Or, as he wanders, the attention he garners from children fascinates him right back- they seem to be following him and scatter when he turns his attention to them at first. He starts to play to it and the natural inclination to games children have soon have them pick up on it too- it's something of a game of Red Light / Green Light, as they try to get closer without notice and the way he sends them scattering. Now and then he lets out his genuine laugh and it's terrifying.

Being Rex, he doesn't sleep the night. His assigned roommate is lucky, in that they get it to themselves as he explores. He's sure no one will mind that he decides to practice his archery in the middle of the night without asking. It turns out having really long arms helps a lot and he's picking it up quite quickly.

The second day he forgoes the armour- it works and he has no more need to test it. Instead, he can be found at the various crafting demonstrations. You never know- always something to learn.

Edited 2019-06-06 22:16 (UTC)

[Things are winding down, and there doesn't seem to be much need for Hieke anymore. Nobody got seriously injured, so he counts that as a win.

He settles down to Ky with his own stein of mead, and gives him a sympathetic look.]

Was it weird? Seeing everything?

a; fashion icon
[Hieke might not have been alive during the periods of time this faire is trying to recreate, but he can appreciate an aesthetic. The armor he digs up is surprisingly much for Hieke. He foregoes the hat and helm, but it's still a lot. It's dramatically worn and battle damaged - with some stains that look rather convincingly like blood that still hasn't been washed out.

Is it real? Who knows. All Hieke knows is that he stands out, apparently enough that other people are asking to take pictures with him and asking him how he made it. He looks visibly flustered with each person that asks, and could probably use some rescuing.]

It's just, you know, a hobby!

[He laughs, awkward.

He definitely needs some rescuing.]

b; at night
[Once Hieke's set the armor away and is back in his normal, every day combination of sweaters and leggings, he finds a cozy spot in the inn to relax. Being around so many humans at once who don't know who and what he is was surprisingly exhausting. He'd like to think he's getting better at faking humanity, but he just couldn't say.

Whenever he sees a student or faculty member pass by, he gives them a courteous nod in greeting and offers to the spot open next to him.]

You're free to sit, if you want.

c; day two
[Hieke debates for a moment if he wants to wear the armor again, before shrugging and dawning it. This day he's expecting the comments about it from amazed humans, and handles it much better this time. He also decides to spend this day actually enjoying the faire instead of being stressed out about it. He makes his rounds in the melee and does surprisingly well in the archery tournament, but he spends a lot of time enjoying the crafting demonstrations.

And the food.

This is a rare chance to see Hieke relaxed and happy, though, so please don't come to him with any sort of terrible injury. Please. Don't be gremlins for one day.]

The faire has been fun, but Adelaide finds herself restless afterwards. She doesn't feel comfortable sleeping at the inn so she decides to go exploring. She makes her way back to the fairgrounds, but she's decided to actually be stealthy about it.

Rex might not notice the cat at first, drawn by the sounds of a person, but he'll definitely notice it when it steps up next to him and starts purring. Adelaide doesn't mean to do it, but...she's happy and feels safe when Rex is around, and it's not like she has a whole lot of ways to verbalize as a cat.

[He gives a quiet, almost sad little laugh]

Were my thoughts that obvious?

[A wry smile appears on his face as he leans fully into his seat]

I figured it would be fun to get a little reminder, but I'm surprised by my reaction.

[Hieke aims for a sympathetic smile.]

Little bit. Probably not to everyone, but...

[He takes a sip, shaking his head.]

You weren't expecting it to be, what, so...not like what you remembered?

Actually, I expected it to be more... inaccurate?

[He paused for a moment, not sure if that's quite the word he's looking for but he continued on, taking a long, slow sip of his drink]

Well, at any rate, it's just enough familiar to make me feel a little nostalgic.

[fair]

[So Kokoro's costume is a little plain, just a peasant top, long skirt, and a vest with some weird family crest on the back. But she seems to be having fun, wandering the vendors' section with a turkey leg in hand.]

I know it's all for show, but they've done very well, don't you think?

[sord]

[She heeds the call to hold back, but Kokoro's still there, grabbing a foam battleaxe and adding her name to the signup sheet.]

A good turnout. Perhaps it's a good chance to train after all, restraint or not. What think you?

[night]

[Kokoro is easy to find wandering the halls after curfew, a bottle of water in hand that she isn't drinking from. When she hears you, she'll turn around in a flash.]

Who's there?

[...was she about to throw the water, that is not a good weapon.]

[Okay, so while Hieke has become a mini tourist attraction with that armor, Keith also stands out by being one of the few people who absolutely refused to put on any kind of period get-up and is sullenly wearing his usual emo kid clothes. He's passing by the area, stuffing his face with some kind of pastry when he spots the crowd.

Mistakenly he approaches because he thinks something cool is happening. You know, like a fight or something. His disappointment is very visible on his face when he sees it's just a photo-op. He can tell Hieke seems uncomfortable and should probably... say something.

What the hell do these nerds even like. Hm.]

There's a chainmail sale over there.

[ He'd decided to come along on a whim, and honestly, he's glad he did. It's rare to see Hieke so relaxed.

In turn, Ekkehardt is...a little more laid back himself, as much as he can manage. He's not as tense as he usually is, at least. And he's even dressed for the occasion, albeit with his normal glamour. No skeletons here, no sir. But the hat does shade his face nicely. ]

You look much better than yesterday, Hieke. [ A pause, then: ] I'm glad to see it.

[ And he does mean it. ]

[ Walking soundlessly is force of habit. He might as well have appeared from thin air, the way he's suddenly speaking from somewhere behind Ky's left shoulder.

He's not ill-mannered enough to try and catch a glimpse at Ky's writing. That's his business. ]

Something on your mind, Mr Kiske?

Rex found archery an exciting experience in applied physics, which was how he thought of most things honestly. It wasn't really been something he's had much interest in before- not when a gun was available to do the job better and was more accessible. But there's something viscerally enjoyable about letting all that power build up in his fingertips and get let loose. He spent a few seconds each time visualising the formulae that embodied the process of pulling back, aiming and letting loose and each time got a little better. Doing the maths for each shot and pondering countless other things simultaneously in typical Rex fashion, he only had an ear open for large creature approaches, like humans or werewolves or a hippo (he saw a hippo once, it scared him).

A cat, making a sound distinctly unfamiliar to him, causes him to start lightly just as he looses an arrow. Thankfully there's no one around to get hit by the thing.

Rex doesn't speak to animals much, unless they understand speech, so he just spends a while looking down and staring before silently reaching into his coat and retrieving a small strip of jerky, which he tosses beside her. It's almost an automatic reflex of his to feed animals when no one is around.

But he doesn't know how to pet cats because they all hate him, so. He just stares.

Edited 2019-06-07 17:32 (UTC)

[An appreciative nod.]

Nice, makes you look like a real fashion icon.

[Jail herself is dressed relatively simply- boots, trousers, short-sleeved shirt, sturdy gloves, and a blacksmith's apron. They're apparently letting her help out at the weapons tents. This is... probably fine.]

[Historical accuracy might be stretched a bit since she hasn't taken off the gas mask, but there's only so much you can do.]

[Not that it was personal, just mainly a checklist of students, while it is a field trip, he is keeping an eye out for trouble. He actually starts as Ekkehardt speaks - and he had to keep himself from going for the sword]

Ah-! Gehring... God, you startled me.

[Slowly, he shook his head, settling himself before he speaks]

I suppose I do.

[He smiles at the nod]

So I heard you're working with the weapons? I didn't know you had familiarity with traditional techniques.

Ain't my specialty, but I picked up a few things over the years. Always comes in handy to know some of the basics.

[In a conspiratorial stage whisper, she adds:]

Between you and me, I spent a while trying to figure out how the fuck to make Damascus steel. Still haven't cracked it, but I'm gonna solve that one eventually, just you fucking wait.

[ That gets something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh, though it's over quickly. He likes Ky (and is surprised how much he does), in his own way. It makes him more prone to harmless little things like this. ]

You're less relaxed than me. Isn't that a first.

[ Or maybe it's because you just scared the shit out of him, come on. ]

Old memories catching up to you, perhaps?

[ He doesn't have to be a mind reader to make an educated guess at what might be weighing most heavily on Ky's head right now. It's an easy assumption to make; he feels confident in jumping ahead on it a little. ]

Tch.

[He makes an annoyed sound at the quip, before sighing.]

That's right, I suppose it only just hit me now - just how... distance my past is for me. It's somehow easier to compartmentalize things in this modern world, as it's so different it might as well be another world entirely, rather than just 'the future of my past'.

[ Whatever small amusements he took from that momentary teasing fades quickly, when Ky elaborates on the source of his troubles.

It's understandable. ]

When you've been separated from the world for so long, it makes sense that you would feel that way.

Is it troublesome to you, feeling that way? Like there's no connection between your past and your present.

[ He supposes he can understand that, in a strange, roundabout way. The person he was back then, the person he is now...they're different. ]

[Toki was not supposed to be here, both because he shouldn't be leaving the Academy grounds and he also wasn't doing well in class at all. He'd been a little sneaky about it; ditching the guards and running all the way to Provins instead of boarding the bus. Hot got lost twice along the way, but ultimately found the fair. The first weeks of June had been nothing but stressful, and he's taking the opportunity for a day of fun before he has to back to that environment. It's not a good idea at all, but here he is.

He came unprepared and wants to blend in to the fair crowd and also disguise himself from the rest of the Daybreak group, so he rents a costume from the first stall he comes across. It's a very plain dress, a long wig, and a cap. He is determined to enjoy this fair before he gets caught.]

a; - food

[Toki spends more time at the food booths and looking around than he does engaging in any physical activity. Currently, he's carrying some fresh baked rolls, and he's bought too many. The booth girl was attractive, so he'd just kept buying things until they'd finished their conversation. He has no pockets in his dress, or anything to carry the extras in, so he offers them to whoever is close in an awkward attempt at a more medieval dialogue.]

Pardon me~! Might you partake in these round breads~!?

b; - archery

[He watches some of the archery proceedings with vague interest. Toki's more amused at the five Robin Hoods in line to try. Robin #4 misses the target entirely and Toki laughs and points, elbowing a nearby spectator.]

He's so bad! I can totally do better than that!

c; - inn

[If he hasn't been noticed by faculty prior to the evening's close, he can be found lingering around the lobby of the inn, hoping to catch the eye of a student who might be a willing accomplice in his endeavors.]

[Well, it was easy to avoid being spotted in the crowds of the day time, but in the lobby there was no excaping. Ky's brows shot up, and color drained from his face]

MR. RIKUGOU!

[The man shouted with the precise snap of a drill sergeant. Anyone lingering nearby immediately fell silent and straighten up]

[Oh shit. He probably should have gone back to the Academy earlier, but he'd pressed his luck by sticking around until the evening. Ky sounds quite angry, and that's a bit unexpected for what Toki considers a very minor transgression here.]

Professor Kiske~! Did you have a good time today!?

[He folds his arms over his chest, feeling his eyelid twitch at how nonchalant Toki seem to be]

I was until now. You know you are suppose to be back at the academy.

How on earth did you even... nevermind

[The man closes the distance between them]

Follow me.

I know, but it's just a festival! It's not like it was something dangerous!

[His voice wavers there, and he doesn't seem confident in his statement whatsoever. There's a sinking feeling in his chest that was a very, very bad idea.]

I just needed to get out.

[He spares a glance at the other people in the lobby. He doesn't want to make more a scene, so he follows Ky without further comment.]

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