Chance [Koshkal]

[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:300px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid[STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] The first day of the festival was coming to a close and the sky quickly grew dark. The arena and the surrounding areas, however, were ablaze with torches and colorful lanterns doing their part to keep the festivities alive. Cameo had long since lost his arena match, but luckily he healed fast enough to enjoy the first night. Apparently some fights were still going, which amazed him; the sheer endurance the remaining combatants possessed baffled him. The Sheikah stepped out of a tent near the center of the festival where he had stashed his clothes for the evening. He pushed his hair to one side, straightened his tie, and joined the party. He didn't get out much, so having a festival this close to home was invaluable. He made his way to a large circle of party-goers dancing and generally enjoying themselves, only stopping to say hello to an acquaintance or two. He stood on the outskirts of the circle, ordering a slacking guard to continue patrolling. He had to make sure the first night went smoothly, and he relied on the guards because he simply couldn't have his blades on him in this attire. It's just not fancy, ya know? Of course, he did have his knuckledusters stashed away in his pockets just in case. Normally he would have found some company to enjoy the music and dancing with him by now, a friendly shopkeeper or something of the like. Unfortunately that wasn't the case this time, and the boy stood on the edges of the party with nobody to converse with. Instead, he listened to some woman sing with ambient instrumentals in the background, basking in the music.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags Koshkal   credit table by greyson of btn notes Click the picture at the top if ya wanna see his full outfit, no hair clips though c:[/style]

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS camcam ❚ NOTES bad post, lol.[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] The festivities were getting to the Ainur's head, as she wandered about the area, one hand already occupied with free food, that being a hunk of finely grilled meat on a stick, a good portion of it already taken out by her ravenous canines. It was pretty obvious that the only reason she was there was likely so she could stuff her face with food. However, if she really thought about it, that wasn't really the only reason was she was here. She did say she would meet a fast-friend-acquaintance at the festival, but what were the chance of that actually happening? "Hmm." Actually, the Wolfos originally intended to go to the festival as Nikiya, not Koshkal. Yet after a few events happened, she changed her mind about that, and was promptly now seen in her Sheikah guise. The chances of seeing Cameo again were marginally higher than initially. "Why did I have to enter that tourney," She muttered under her breath. Not that she cared that anyone made the connection that Nikiya and Koshkal were the same person, or that she was the combatant who got stabbed countless times (the outcome might not be truly known, but we know that is a fact). Well, no, if people figured that second part out, they might snap at her or something. After all, she was kind of like a practice dummy out there. Never got a scratch on the King. But it was an entertaining fight nonetheless, and she felt bitterly accomplished. She couldn't care less about how the audience felt about the match. But damn, that was pretty limb-aching. Next time she'd make it clear: She wasn't just a dog, she was a wolf. Throwing that aside, Koshkal found herself in her uniform-clad glory, again, feeling much more comfortable as she took a confident stroll, letting her nose guide her to where the best meals lay, as her hidden tail and ears twitched with enthusiasm. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:300px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid[STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] Cameo was thirty seconds away from leaving this group to join another when something, no, someone caught his eye. He couldn't tell from this distance, but he was decently sure he saw someone he recently met. As they got closer, he was certain-not everyone wore that sort of attire, especially not to a party. He didn't forget what she'd said earlier, but he was honestly surprised to see Koshkal here. He momentarily left the circle of dancing party-goers to approach her. An awkward wave combined with a smile greeted her. "So, you actually came, huh? I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of glad." He replied casually. There was no need to be formal here, after all; he wasn't in a hurry to be anywhere and he didn't find anyone 'dead'. This was definitely an calm time, and being able to share it with someone he knew would make it all the better. Of course, he was prepared if she decided to tease him for whatever reason. In fact, he might actually embrace it; that was the Koshkal he knew, after all.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags PHOEEEE Koshkal   credit table by greyson of btn notes I made a derpy post OTL[/style]

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS camavideo! ❚ NOTES lolol. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] As she took another gluttonous chomp out of her meal, the monster caught wind of a familiar voice, one that she didn't need to look to see who it was. So it would seem lady luck was on someone's side today. Gulping down her share with ease, Koshkal swiftly ran her tongue across her lips as she spun about on her heels. "Well, I only came here for the food, re--"" The moment she had set crimson eyes on the boy, her sentence was cut off by a sudden snicker, and she quickly slapped hand over mouth, turning back around. Her lithe frame seemed to shake just so slightly as she shook her head, holding back her laughter, and she appeared as such for only a brief moment, before clearing her throat with an awkward cough. "Yeah, the food is delicious--!" She tried to start again, turning to face the sheikah, and despite trying to keep on subject, it was just a tad clear she was on the verge of tears. Tears shed from laughing too much, that is. Koshkal pursed her lips together, feeling that if she tried to say something, she'd choke from laughing and die right then and there. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:300px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid[STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] There wasn't much that could cause a person to suppress a laugh immediately after seeing someone, so Cameo assumed it was his change of attire that was getting Koshkal so giggly. "Well it is a party, you know." He said, tapping his foot on the ground. "You could probably get away with dressing for the occasion~" Then again, seeing her in a dress might make him snicker a bit too, but just to see if he could irritate her. "Of course the food is delicious~ Good food, beautiful music, beautiful people, excellent weather, the Festival is always amazing." The Sheikah happily exclaimed. The singer preforming could be heard starting a different song in the background while the musicians started up once again. Cameo pulled at his tie a bit; he may love the way it looks, but the friggen' thing can get on his nerves. He was in a nice mood tonight, and Koshkal's presence made it better overall. She might give him hell for his outfit soon enough, but he wouldn't really mind. It was all in good fun, right? He didn't believe she was actually going to insult him, after all; just a bit of fun between friends.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags Koshkal   credit table by greyson of btn notes ;~;[/style]

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS camavideo! ❚ NOTES -patpat.- [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] "Ha ha haah~" Koshkal took a deep breath, waving a hand back and forth in an attempt to get herself under control once more. It worked, for the most part. If anything, though, she herself was always dressed for the occasion. Maybe for the wrong gender, but regardless, like hell she was going to prance around in a dress--she had running to do. The teen nodded to Cameo's words. She wasn't one for many festivals, since there were always way to many people around for her tastes, but this wasn't so bad. It had been a while since she had gone to a party of sorts. Maybe she should consider it more often. Almost absent-mindedly, the Ainur stared at the wooden stick that was left from her food, the meat completely scraped off. Now it was just a skewer. Hohoh~ One could certainly have their share of violent fun with this. But not her, of course. If she went around stabbing people, she'd blow her cover and everything that allowed her fur not coating someone's shoulders. "Oh yeah!" Waving the skewer around idly, the wolfos brought up the one thing she could only really think to talk about at the time. In the back of her mind, she questioned if Cameo was wondering about their last encounter, or rather, how she left. It was a pretty strange and abrupt way of leaving, if you asked her. Or maybe the guards already told him she was a troublemaker, and she was going to get arrested. So, she was going to make sure the topic wasn't brought up. "I heard you were in the tournament! How'd that go?" Since she had been participating herself, she was unable to watch the match. If he asked why she wasn't there, she could probably just fabricate something easily. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:300px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid[STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] "Oh, you didn't see the tournament?" Cameo didn't bother asking why, perhaps Koshkal just didn't care to watch; not everyone likes tournaments, after all. "I ended up fighting someone I previously met and fought, so it was a personal fight." He chose to leave out the fact that the previous encounter was in the castle while he was fulfilling his role as a Sheikah Caretaker, and for rather obvious reasons. "It was neck and neck for a long time, but he finally got the best of me. I think I may actually have a few scars from the whole ordeal. Luckily the fairies donating their time to heal combatants were able to heal me before I had actually died, saving them the trouble of having to use resurrection magic, but the spell can only go so far in terms of visual healing." He would definitely have to check himself for scarring later, at the very least he would have a mark on his side from where he was impaled and shot by an arrow. "I'm sure even the mighty Koshkal can only stuff her face so much before being completely full. Do you have anything else planned for the evening?" The way Cameo asked most likely made it sound like an invitation to spend some time together, probably because he was. He wasn't quite sure what his feelings for Koshkal were yet, but he knew they were definitely positive.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags Koshkal   credit table by greyson of btn notes :c[/style]

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS camavideo! ❚ NOTES sorry for the delay~ [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] It was only natural that he would ask. "Hnph! No, I had business to attend to, so I couldn't arrive as early as I would have liked." Even though he didn't question why exactly she wasn't able to see the tournament, Koshkal still felt the subtle need to explain herself, simply because it felt obligatory to do so. After she fell silent, the Ainur carefully listened to the battle. Fighting with someone you've fought before could have been fun and boring at the same time. They might have learned new tricks since last, or maybe not. But she wasn't keen on judging fights; any fight would likely be fun for her. At the mentioning of scars, the wolfos chuckled mentally to herself. Scars. She wasn't entirely sure if her regeneration prevented such, but if it didn't, well. That was a lot of scars she would have. Shaking her head, she patted Cameo on the shoulder with a light smile. "Haha, too bad. At least you tried~" Unlike some people in the world, Koshkal was among those who never really took a loss seriously. It was just a raincheck for returning the favor for the victor later. His later remarks on food made her puff her cheeks defiantly, hands on hips. "Is that a challenge I hear, silly CamCam?" As a wolfos, one could say she literally had the belly of a beast. "It'd be your second loss of the day." She dared, before getting to the question at hand. "But yeah, nah, I'm just a free bird here. Unless you count food as a preoccupation." [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:300px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid[STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] Cameo grinned as Koshkal spoke of his second loss. "I would issue a challenge, but I fear that I would end up paying for it. It would be a loss either way then, no?" He said sarcastically. Although he was trying to make a sly remark, the Sheikah couldn't help but sound happy. It was a good night, the best he's had in a while thanks to the assassin scare, and now he was able to share it. He stretched his arms out, taking in a deep breath of the night air. "I suppose you could count it, but that wouldn't be much fun." Resisting the urge to tug at his tie, he began counting the options on his fingers. "Let's see... there's food, dancing, checking out all the different stalls, and probably a few things I'm probably forgetting to mention. What do you wanna do~?" It's not liker her answer really mattered all that much; Cameo would be perfectly fine with anything. The only thing that matters is that the rest of the night goes off without a hitch, and it looks like everything will be just fine.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags KoshkalTAGS HERE BRO   credit table by greyson of btn notes S'okay, I totally just got back[/style]

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2rKQQ.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS camavideo! ❚ NOTES --- [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] "Food." Is what she probably would have said if a complete stranger was asking what she was up to. But, this was a friend who was asking, and they were going to enjoy the festivities together. Meaning if she said food, it would likely result in her running around stuffing her face, leaving Cameo all bored and watching. Not to mention she would rather not have people watch her gorging herself. Well, she was a Wolfos, after all. Her remotely territorial demeanor could be blamed for that. She grinned lightly, also still keeping an eye on the entertaining outfit that the sheikah had donned for the event. All right, what could they do? Koshkal ran through the options in her head as he spoke, briefly tugging on the edge of her hat again, as per usual. Food, as she had pointed out prior, was probably not an option. Dancing was out--it was not something she liked nor understood, watching humans just hold hands and... do whatever they did with their feet. She would admit, though, it seemed like it would be good agility or endurance training. But no, out of the question. If she wanted to dance for that purpose, she would dance by herself. So, that left one real option. Upon the decision, she dramatically jerked a finger to Cameo, crimson eyes narrowed and challenging. "All right then! These booths as you call them, I've seen them with some variety of games--catch my drift?" She was certain her implications were clear. For now, she decided not to turn it into some kind of bet, in case he would turn it down. Just a little friendly competition. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:300px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid[STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] "The booths, eh?" Cameo rhetorically restated, placing his hand on his chin. "I can't say I'm surprised; I might not have known you very long, but it is rather apparent that you're the kind to... play games." There was an easily detectable coyness to his words, acting the innocent fool. "I can't say that I'm the best at these games, but I would be more than happy to show you a few." It was obvious that he frequented the annual festival just by the way he spoke of it earlier, but that didn't necessarily mean that he had mastered any games. He may excel at some of the more... legitimate... ones, but there was no saying what the outcomes of the luck-based games would be. All in all, this already looked like it was going to be fun. Once again he returned to his normal demeanor, contemplating burning his tie even if it was still tied around his neck. At least his coy hustle-talk was out of the way. "Well, seeing as how it was your choice, you can have the first choice in the game as well~" [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags Phoe   credit table by greyson of btn notes Late doesn't even begin to describe this post.[/style]