Sun Dream Festival [Open]

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This wasn't the kind of thing that would interest him, but he made an attempt to go out in public. He heard of this new festival that some big wig was throwing in honor of some new project using solar energy. It was an open event to the public and Nico was encouraged to go by a couple of classmates. On Saturdays, he would hold himself hostage in his apartment studying or reading books. Going out into public without the willingness to burn off steam wasn't his cup of tea. After making his way out there, he found that there might be a way to have some fun after all.

There was free food, some carnival games, and all kinds of people. Occasionally, he would pass by some students from school, but he was glad that they didn't recognize him in his apparel. His dark outfit was being heated by the midday sun. It didn't bother him in the slightest. He enjoyed the heat on his clothes just as much as Jump's citizens looked like they enjoyed. The festival was alright in his eyes. He even ordered a couple of cheeseburgers and sat down in a designated food area. Reading a book with taking bites out of one of his burgers, kept him at ease.

As he sat on the picnic bench next to him, a voice protruded its way across his ears. "I said whatcha doing out here ginger snap?" questioned a small built brunette thug. Peering over his shades, Cherufe figured the guy was in his early twenties and around 5'6". A light weight in his eyes. The red head looked around and noticed a few other guys in leather and patches and he knew right off that they were a motorcycle club. It seemed like this guy wanted a death wish. Maybe he would get what he was asking for.

"Sorry. I didn't know that dwarf's had a superiority complex," Cherufe responded while continuing to look over his shades. He didn't take it too kindly to other people interrupting his reading. Then again, he thought that this would be a good time too let himself go a little. Whatever a "little" was considered. Normally, it was all or nothing.

The thug reached his hand toward Cherufe's burger and picked up his burger. As the guy leaned across him, Cherufe grabbed the back of the guy's neck and slammed him face down into his burger. He then forced the guy onto the ground. A few people stopped what they were doing to see what had occurred. Cherufe stood up from his seat and put the small book in his back pocket. The other club members started to move toward him. Cherufe laughed and motioned for the remaining three members to come at him.

"It's been awhile since I put someone in a grave." He moved his feet shoulder width apart and had both of his palms open in front of him. It was time to give these citizens a show.

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Cyrus strolled through the "festival". Mostly he was just looking at the people out of bored curiosity. He wasn't interested in the games, or in whatever it was the event was trying to promote. What had attracted him was the promise of free food. And he was devouring a burger, savouring the pickles and reflecting that there were some benefits to human shape.

As a human he was pretty nondescript. He was wearing his normal shirt and slacks, with addition of a recently stolen black trenchcoat. His hair was maybe a little long but that did not draw much attention.

Being almost done with the burger, he was wandering back to the food area for his fifth helping. Then a brash, aggressive voice drew his attention. Looking over, he saw someone -- stereotypical "tough guy" except for his height -- trying to take someone else's lunch. He almost chocked with laughter when the redhead at the bench slammed the erstwhile thief's head into the food. Changing his course, he walked over. It looked like a fight, which would be fun.

What the redhead said made him pause though, tilting his head slightly. Did he mean that about putting them in their graves. He put the last of his burger into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he watched.

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While solar energy was mostly associated with calculators, and fields of shields lurking in deserts, Rose Wilson was actually really excited about the use of solar energy. Especially when it came to robots. Robots powered by the sun was kind of the coolest thing ever...even if it wouldn't actually help with her father's nefarious night-time plots. She didn't look like one of the robotics nerds. The girl looked fresh from the gym, wearing loose sports shorts in an obnoxiously bright red color, a white tank top, and a red bandana pulling her bright white hair back from her face.

She'd been bouncing through the crowds, occasionally chatting with classmates, but mostly messing with the interactive displays with the destructive power of a herd of kindergarteners. She'd been there most of the morning, eager to play (but mostly to beat) all of the fair games, and to eat her weight in junkfood. Eating healthy things was only done when there was nothing else to eat, or Will or her dad was there to glare at her. This meant ice cream for lunch.

It was only natural, then, that the chaotic whirlwind that was the youngest Wilson would notice a food fight. The girl jolted to a stop when she saw someone's face get smashed into a burger. Her eyes lit up in excitement, and she instantly changed her course. Of course she had to go join it.

“FOOD FIGHT FOOD FIGHT!” anyone watching Cherufe and his trio of midget motorcycle adversaries probably didn't expect a girl popping out of the crowd and smashing her ice cream cone into the side of the nearest club-member's head.

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He was ready to release some built up energy he was storing away on these bunch of blockheads. Everything seemed like he would have some fun to toy around until an unknown variable happened. A girl that looked familiar to him screamed out, “FOOD FIGHT FOOD FIGHT!” and slammed an ice cream cone into on of the biker's head. It was unexpected and caused him to grin. Though he didn't intend to start a food fight, he shrugged his shoulders and figured why not.

Cherufe reached over to the table next to him and picked up paper bowl of coleslaw and slammed it into the other biker's face while he was distracted by the girl in the red and white. The biker tried to wipe his eyes, but took a stern blow to the gut from Cherufe's right hook. As the guy bent over from the pain, he then took a blow to the face from the redhead's knee. The biker went to the ground with a broken nose. "I dare you to get up," said Cherufe while kicking the newly downed biker in the ribs. He started laughing a bit as the biker with the ice cream in his hair started to retreat.

When he looked around, some of the school kids started throwing hot dogs and other items of food at each other. It was a good thing there weren't any authorities around because the situation would have been problematic. The kid that he took the coleslaw from looked angry and was about to protest what Cherufe had done. She wasn't even given the chance as Cherufe's eyes glowed red under his shades. The young girl quickly shot off like she had seen a phantom.

Fixing his leather vest, Cherufe walked over to the girl with the red bandana. "Nice moves. You look really familiar. Have we met before?" he complimented then questioned. It wasn't meant to be a pick up line, but it may have come out that way. He then quickly started talking not waiting for a response after realizing how he asked his previous question. "Anyway, my name's Cherufe. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" he inquired while slightly dodging a snow cone.

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He had just swallowed when a familiar girl burst onto the scene, yelling about a food fight and spoiling the ice cream cone she had. He made a disgusted animal noise and rccoiled, even though he was not particularly close to the offender. Rose was the last person he had expected -- or wanted -- to see here.

Everyone acted her words as if they were a command. Werefox's disgust deepened as his eyes flicked across the chaotic scene. He made another sound, something like a snarled cough.

"What a waste of food."

He was just about to turn and leave the scene -- possibly find some security just to be contrary --when he noticed a girl, about to confront the redhead. Without speaking she turned and fled in terror. This intrigued the werefox, as there was nothing particularly intimidating about the male. He hesitated a second, debating whether to pursue the girl or approach the boy, then chose the latter. Better to see if there was anything there beyond what he could see.

He waded into the chaos, ignoring it -- until someone through a hotdog at him. Instinctively he turned and snapped at it. But with a human mouth, his bite fell a bit short, and the thing struck him, spattering mustard and ketchup across his face. He did however manage to seize it in his hands. Sparing a glare for the person who had thrown it, he continued as if nothing had happened, licking as much of the condiments off as he could.

When he got to the boy, he was speaking to Rose. Cyrus did not catch his name through the hubbub. All he heard was his asking Rose for her name. Cyrus stopped quietly behind him (except for the noise of biting into the acquired hotdog) and waited politely for her to answer before sticking his nose in.

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They were probably going to get in trouble. The youngest Wilson didn't care in the moment, tripping the biker dude who was now wearing her icecream cone as a hat when he decided to flee the scene like a gigantic, yellow nincompoop. Food kept flying even though the fun (and face-punchy) part of the fight was over. Rose was hit broadside by a hotdog, the ketchup and mustard splattering across her white shirt like smelly tie-dye while she caught the offending sausage and hurled it back.

By the time the goth wannabe who'd pretty much started this fight came over to her, Rose Wilson had a massive smile to go with the relish on her face. The girl rubbed off a green patch with the back of her hand as the older boy came over. Her blue eyes glowed with pride when he complimented her food fighting prowess. She couldn't place him, though, and so she shrugged. Until he said his name.

“What kinda name is Chairwoof?” Rose asked bluntly, mispronouncing it with swagger. “No wonder they were bullying you! I don't think we've met. I'm Rose.” the girl paused, her gaze slipping to the other boy that had approached while eating a hot dog. "Is that another bully, or your weird best friend?" she asked, gesturing to the helicopter Cyrus.

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At the mispronunciation of his name, he cracked a knuckle in his right hand. He wasn't the kind of guy to let things go, but he took a deep breath attempting to calm down. What would he expect when you used a foreign name for your villainous persona. He was glad that formalities were over or so he thought they were. He hadn't introduced himself by his new name to anyone, so Rose had the honor the be the first to know his alias.

Looking behind him, trying to figure out what Rose was referring to, he noticed the guy in the trench coat. Turning back toward Rose, "Sorry never seen him before, but that's a nice coat if I may say so my..." The redhead wasn't even able to finish his phrase before a cupcake had slammed to his face and a barbecue rib hit his shoulder. That did it for him. He clenched his both his fist and quickly rose his body temperature to its peak, which caused the grass beneath his boots to turn brown from the heat. The air around him began to fume like a hot car did when it was left in the sun all day. His corneas started to glow as the food scraps that landed on him began to sizzle.

Taking another deep breath, he attempted to lower his body temperature quickly, but controlled. Though, his eyes continued to glow under his shades. The next thing he heard was a crunch. Waste of food? he thought after the guy had come up behind him. Who was this guy? Who actually cares about wasting food? He turned back around to get a better look at the guy's face and noted that he was a little close to comfort. He slowly wiped off the ashes of barbecue off his shirt with his glowing eyes focused on the new person.

"The hell are you?" he simply spoke to Cyrus.

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He really doubted Chairwoof was actually the boy's name. More likely Rose was misunderstanding something exotic. Which was hardly surprising.

The smell of burnt meat made him recoil slightly. The sudden heat, never mind the smoke,meant that the boy was something extraordinary. Cyrus grinned a little, behind his acquired hotdog.

"That's not very polite." He wagged the remaining half of sausage in reproval of the boy's language. "I am -" He was hit in the back by something. He jumped aside, half-turnign and snarling, though of course he had no idea who had through it. "Miserable…" Recalling himself, he looked back at Cherufe. "I am Cyrus Silver. I didn't catch your name, or what you did to make that girl run off."

He took another large bite of the hotdog. No sense beating around the bush.

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“Huh,” the girl made a noise, glancing curiously from Cyrus to Cherufe, but any attempts at concentration exploded when a cupcake decided to make a new home on the redhead's face. Rose burst into laughter, a massive smile spreading across her face even despite the bright blue snowcone that landed on his head and stained her patriotic as it trailed to her shoulder before she flicked it off. “Whoa,” the girl said, not missing the sudden heat on her face, or the way the falling snowcone evaporated before it rolled to a stop by the brown grass Cherufe was standing on.

She was putting two and two together when the boy that had snuck up behind Cherufe suddenly leaped to the side with a...well not normal snarl. Rose studied him, her almond eyes narrowing in what almost seemed suspicion. “You're weird,” she finally decided, making a face at Cyrus that proved this was the only way she knew how to articulate this sort of a thing. Because, really, Rose had no good understanding of what was normal. She did, however, know when something was off. Like boys that jumped and snarled at people in a decidedly non-human way.

“And you're hot,” she added with a glance at Cherufe before elaborating, “but in the cool way where you burn things.” The girl in the red bandanna gestured at the older boy's feet but didn't seem terribly put off by either of her observations. “Awesome.” she decided. “You're not Titan Freaks, though, right?”

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I'm sorry this took so long guys. D:

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He rolled his eyes.

"Certainly not."

Deciding he wanted nothing more from these two, he turned and slinked off, avoiding any more food-based attacks.

((Foxy out. Sorry for breaking turn order, and for the lousy, awkward post, but I really wanted to write Foxy out before I left, so you two could carry on. >< ))