FIRE CANDY EVENT POST [OPEN]

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Who: You. That's right, YOU. [OPEN]
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: March 19th, starting at midnight
Rating: To be determined. First offer is PG-13 for drug use.
Summary: CANDY RAVE PARTY IS GO!
The Story:


"At exactly midnight on the 19th, the mansion becomes a club where the party never stops--even if you want it to. Neon and black lights flicker everywhere and loud music makes the walls shake. Outside, Wonderland has become a grungy city of doorless buildings, lit up in neon that makes it impossible to make out any stars in the sky. The only normal fixture of Wonderland that remains are the merchants, though residents will find them changed. Their masks are the faces of animals, their booths are run down, and they'll swindle, scam, and even steal from you if you don't watch out.

But that's not all. What rave would be complete without candy? It's all over the place, littering every surface, in all shapes and colors. The floors are littered with empty wrappers that tempt you: everyone else is doing it, so it can't hurt to have a piece. Right? ♥

And it doesn't! Not at first, anyway. At first, it's quite pleasant, inducing cheerful, playful, laid back moods in anyone who consumes it. It's quite addictive once you've had a taste, but there seems to be plenty to go around."

Then the post says something about changes when the 20th rolls around. But today is not the 20th, so who cares? IT'S PARTY TIME!

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He couldn't help but laugh at the troll's reaction, and laughing was not something Wesker did often.

Once he had regained his composure, Wesker looked back down the street and commented, "By your reaction, I'm guessing you underestimated my abilities with a firearm."

He reached behind, underneath is coat and brought out his bowie. Although he didn't find much use for it, he looked it over to make sure it was in the same condition like the gun. He walked over to Karkat and held the bowie out to him, "I think you'll find this more to your liking."

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Regaining his own composure, Karkat accepts the bowie with a slightly bemused look.

"You want me to try too?" Ranged weapons have never been his strongest area, but if it's a challenge, he won't back down.

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"Why not?" he replied, now smiling. From what Wesker heard about the event, they had at least another 24 hours before it would come to an end. They might as well do something to occupy their time.

"I honestly do not know why I carry it around." He brandished his handgun once again and took the time to reload the magazine.

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Getting to his feet, Karkat dusts himself off and then tests the balance of the knife in his hand, tosses it into the air several times and catches it, trying to get a feel for it.

Catching it by the blade, Karkat throws it at a nearby building. He's aiming for one of the lights, and though he misses the bulb, the knife embeds itself in the concrete. Having gained all the levels, Karkat is rather strong for his size.

Scowling he sticks a finger on his mouth and sucks on it where the blade nicked him. "Damn."

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Wesker lowered his gun and watched how the troll handled the knife. Seems he does have experience in yielding such weapons..., he thought to himself. His eyes followed the knife as Karkat sent it flying through the air toward a sign. He grimaced slightly seeing he had missed, but not by much. The knife, however, had embedded itself in the concrete wall of the building. Wesker raised his eyebrows, surprised at the strength displayed by such a creature.

"While you did miss your target, I must say you possess a fair amount of strength." Holstering his gun, he dashed (more like teleported for anyone who was watching) to the building and pulled the knife from the concrete with ease. Within seconds, he stood next to Karkat, holding out the knife once more and motioned to the sign. "Once more?"

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Uh, holy shit, Wesker, what are these mad skills?

Karkat eyes him and takes the knife again. "This ranged kind of stuff really isn't my thing."

Having said that, though, he tries again. And again, misses, but still manages to bury the knife in the concrete.

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To be honest, Karkat was the only one Wesker trusted to know about his abilities for the time being.

"No? I'm guessing you like close range combat then?" he questioned as he watched the knife soar through the air again. Another miss. Wesker chuckled, realizing the troll hadn't lied about long ranged weaponry. He retrieved the bowie and studied it. Grasping it by the blade, he searched for a target. His eyes stopped on a sign not a foot behind and just to the right of Karkat. He brought back the knife and brought his arm forward, releasing it to sail toward its target.

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"Yeah, I--"

Not realizing at first that knife is aimed to one side of him, Karkat stops mid-sentence to dodge it. And by dodge, the narration means he drops to the ground somewhat less than gracefully, because as much combat experience and as many levels as he has, he's still only six sweeps old and kind of awkward at times.

To his credit, his sickle's in his hand again by the time he hits the ground, but that doesn't stop the glass from the sign from showering down on him.

"Ow! Fuck! What the hell was that for?!"

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In no way was Wesker intending for the knife to hit the troll, so he couldn't understand why he was so upset. He had complete control over the sharp object and had made sure to avoid hitting his comrade.

"If you were paying attention, I was aiming for the sign behind you. You had no need worry about being impaled."

He walked over to the troll and knelt down beside him. "I do apologize if it frightened you." Looking over the rim of his sunglasses, he continued, "But as you can see, you have not been injured. I do not use a weapon unless I know I have complete control over it." He pushed the sunglasses back into their natural place and righted himself.

He spotted the knife lying not two feet away and picked it up. He placed it back in his holster and asked, "I believe you were answering my question about close combat?"

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"Well I get that now." Feeling a little silly, Karkat puts his sickle away again and stands up, shaking the glass off of himself. Trying not to get any cuts from it is harder than it looks, but he's had a lot of practice at that sort of thing.

"Yeah. Uh...shit, what was I saying.... Right. Yeah, most of us fight at close range. It was just easier with the enemies we had to face in the game."

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"Ah, so close range is to your advantage during the 'game'," he replied, bringing a gloved fist to his chin. No wonder the troll seemed to be so strong for his size. While he was tempted to challenge Karkat, he felt that the time, nor the place, was right for such a battle.

The music continued to pulsate throughout the mansion and Wesker remained grateful that Karkat had suggested they avoid going back in. "Please tell me the music will stop soon..." he sighed.

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"Probably not until this shitty event is over." Karkat is checking to make sure there's no glass in his hair. "Which'll be a few days."

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"I guess I should have anticipated that answer," he replied quietly, rubbing his temples. The music, albeit still muffled, was starting to get to him.

Not wanting to stand anymore, he sat down on the curb, elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his palm.

"I do wonder what was in that candy." Finally understanding that Wonderland was constantly throwing unexpected things their way, Wesker refused to believe that the candy was without effects.

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Karkat remains standing for a minute, shuffling his feet, then sits as well. "Watch the network. Someone's bound to say something about it."

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Wesker had completely forgotten about his cellular device. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out the device and turned it on.

"Looks like quite a few of the residents have been updating their logs concerning the event..."

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"They do that. It's pretty easy to keep track of things."

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"Quite a reliable network, I imagine," he replied, scrolling through the numerous updates. He replied to a recent update about the candy being dangerous and hoped he would receive a response soon.