asgardmeridiem | It's all a game, avoiding failure... [CLOSED]

Who: Shiba & Chika
What: Conversation about all the shit that has been happening
When: Morning Day 60
Where: The Dark Carnival, Hel District
Rating: PG-13 for now.

[Things have changed in Asgard. What has seemed like a boring ride is suddenly turning into something more interesting. While Shiba doesn't particularly care about the natives that have been found dead under unexplained circumstances, he is however intrigued by the string of non-natives that seem to be dying all over.

It's not like he holds any attachments to those victims, but he's not about to be a sitting duck either. Death doesn't particularly scare him but he's not about to be easy prey. At the same time, he can't help but somewhat amused by all of this.

The Gods seem to have a weird sense of humor.

By now he's not discarding that this is their doing. Power had clearly been present when that devil had been taken down. Nothing could be seen though. It had been a messy show and sadly no clues had been visible.

Ironically the one person that he feels like sharing this with is the one person who he cherishes and also tried to kill at the same time.

Chika is brash and loud but he's probably been through weirder stuff than most here and Chika is familiar. That's all that Shiba needs and that's why he's waiting on him right now. It's always good to have someone else to discuss these things with, especially if it's someone that he can trust...somewhat.]

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[Logic would say that he shouldn't be here. Meeting with Shiba can be as dangerous as asking for a death wish. Chika is fully aware of what the brunet is capable of, after what happened back home. Not even the promise of food should make a meeting more appealing. Regardless, he finds his way to the Dark Carnival, kicking a few stones on the way and is close enough to spot it in the distance.

The place had to be huge. Where would he be waiting?

As before, he shows up to meet Shiba in person. It's a testament to their friendship — their long-standing friendship that he hasn't quite given up. His trust in Shiba isn't as strong as before but Shiba isn't the same here. Chika knows because he isn't either.

Also, there's something the brunet wanted to talk about. If any of those deaths did involve him, Chika shouldn't just brush the meeting off.]

[Shiba is waiting at the entrance of the Carnival. Arms crossed over his chest, leaning against an old wooden sign he waits patiently until he finally spots Chika in the distance.

Almost immediately he raises a hand in greeting, smiling when he sees the other.]

Yo, Chika-kun~

Oi, Shiba. Is this really such a good place to meet?

[They're on territory that should be familiar to Shiba but not to him. That's already a disadvantage. Shiba had better not just be playing games with him.

He approaches slowly, hands in pockets and sparing a look at the attractions behind his friend. Shiba wanted to talk about deaths, and they're meeting at a carnival. There's a contradiction between death and celebration.]

Well, you could have suggested somewhere else.

[Of course it wasn't like he gave him a choice to begin with. Smiling he straightens up brushing imaginary dirt of his shoulder.]

Come on, they sell some food this way.

[He's indeed familiar with the Carnival. Chika should be happy, he chose to do this during the day. He has to wonder how Chika would have reacted to the ghosts that haunt this place at night.]

You expect me to think you'd listen when you kept going with what you wanted to say the whole time. I'm here, so what is it?

[Chika isn't allowing the allure of another meal pull him along complacently that easily.]

[He stops in his tracks and turns to look at the shorter boy.]

While you were gone, some Gods made their presence known. As a result some people were rewarded while others were punished. Head exploding seems to be their favorite method.

[Shocked for a moment, he's silent as he digests what Shiba says.]

Where were you during that?

[Again, he doesn't indicate whether or not he truly had been absent.

Would Shiba share about the deaths while he was involved? He had been completely fooled the last time.]

It's all a game, avoiding failure... [CLOSED]

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