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Returning to his booth, he spotted an imp talking to Centri.

"-- And then succubus elf went to kiss Veinth!! It funny!!" Waru chuckled, to which Centrifugal smiled. Upon noticing Cyniel's presence, however, the smile quickly turned into an expression of panic.

'He came here and wanted to enter, but everything except the large items are already cleaned! He recognized my cloud form, and I thought I could keep him preoccupied until you could talk to him!' He signed frantically, hoping not to irritate the younger boy, 'Ah! And the dolls! They exploded or something-- The paper remains are under the desk!'

"... Ha... I get it, I get it," Cyniel sighed, walking over to the imp, now aware of the stand owner's presence, "You're a friend of Centri's?"

"Centri?? Who is Centri?? Oh! Cloud! Ya! Waru sees colourful cloud all the time!! Waru knows lots of people!"

"... I see!" Cyniel smiled, patting the imp, "I'm Cyniel! Centri's-- err-- Cloud's master! We can't let you play in the Wonderland because it's closed. Sorry, Waru!"

"Oh!! Okay!! I'm master too! Master of Veinth!! Cloud knows Veinth too--" A lot of words came from that tiny body. Of course, the same could be said of Cyniel.

"Wa~♥ Is that so? I see, I see!" The boy clapped his hands in agreement, helping the imp off the table, "I'll make sure to ask Cloud about Veinth, then! Because Masters should save their air, right? Why talk when your servants can, right?"

"Ya!! Oh!! Waru should find Veinth! He might be dead without Waru, hehe!" Snickering, the imp scurried away towards the incubus. After waving goodbye, Cyniel turned to face Centrifugal, an irate smile on his face.

"... Now that that's settled, let's finish cleaning up. ♥ You'll have to make lots of trips, since we're going to move the stuff there! Okay? ♥"

The cloud nodded, exiting his body to continue his clean up. Cyniel was clearly unhappy, and he didn't want to make it any worse.

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"What the hell is that supposed to be?" Cyniel muttered to himself. He was hiding behind a tree, eavesdropping on the two girls.

He didn't like any of what he heard. The stupid girl was altruistic, he knew that. She's happy sacrificing herself for others? She's happy when other people are happy? Even if she's miserable?

How stupid.

Laima, too, was stupid. Letting her think like that. Making it sound like that was okay. That it's a good thing, to sacrifice yourself. It was stupid.

"Ahh... And here I thought I could get along with Laima a little bit!" The boy whined, beginning his walk back to his booth. He had ditched it earlier, leaving it in the care of Centrifugal-- and thank god he left the dolls there, otherwise he'd have been found out.

'At this rate,' he thought to himself, 'she's going to be trampled on and miserable forever. That's not good! I'll have to take things into my own hands, I guess! But it'll be a while before I can do anything.'

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Upon noticing some people nearby, the boy sighed. Begrudgingly, he lazily pulled on his yukata. Unraveling a lollipop and shoving the wrapper into a box beneath the table, Cyniel glanced at the bonfire.

"There’s not much time before I get to leave, I guess." He muttered to himself. Honestly, Mistreil didn’t even come over to see him. Maybe he would go see her after he cleaned up— or he could always let Centri clean it up for him. Yeah. That was a better idea.

"I wonder if anyone else is coming, though. I mean… I could just leave. Most people are probably busy… staring at the fire. How fun that must be,” he scoffed, fully aware that Mistreil herself was there, “staring at a fire for hours. Amazing.”

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"Haa... Night already?" The boy let out a sigh of relief. It was much cooler now, compared to the brutal heat earlier in the day. He called over Centri who quickly helped fixed the boy's hair before returning to his post-- or rather, babysitting the other two 'crew members' and making sure they were at their posts.

Cyniel's night attire wasn't difficult to put on, but his mood was relatively foul. Removing his bikini top, he complained under his breath, "Mistreil's on the other damn side of the beach. Stupid Laima. What the hell was with that, anyways? If the stupid maid was going to ditch her, couldn't she have done it on this side? I mean, at least then I could get her attention. I slave away to make this and she doesn't even notice it. She doesn't even get a chance to notice it. Hell, I'm way too far from the majority of the beach to get much anyways."

Dropping the pathetic piece of cloth, he slammed his face onto the table for a while, enjoying the breeze before putting on the yukata.

"Stupid Guede. Stupid Laima. Stupid Arcelle. Stupid contests. Even if she does come here, there's no way Arcelle will let her enter." He kept muttering under his breath, head turning on the table.

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Welcome to Wonderland!

"Check out Cyniel’s Wonderland!" A cute? girl? calls out to the crowds. Sweat running down her face, from both heat and exhaustion, she raises her hand and put out five fingers.

"Only 500 gold!" Another energetic advertisement, though her face subtly hints to her depleting energy.

> Pay the fee and enter

I finally got it done, albeit a day late! I have a few notes about this stand to clear up any confusion.

This is set up as if you’re entering alone. If you want to go as a pair or group, please send an ask and let me know so I can give you a few extra details. They’re small, but relatively important.

You do not need to communicate with me. If you want to, that’s fine too! I have it set up so you can pretty much just walk through it on your own (it’s like a pick-your-own-ending adventure)!

You’re responsible for keeping track of the events. I wrote as ambiguously as possible, so your character can experience the events on their own. As such, it’s up to you to write down your character’s perspective!

The characters inside the event can have altered dialogue if you need it. I wrote as if they ignore you (which they would do for the most part anyways), since I can’t account for what your characters would do. They have their own personalities and the likes, but if you want to have a conversation or dialogue that’s different than what you read inside, send me an ask about it (or a submission if you feel it’s more convenient)!

Cyniel puts the fee he collects in a box underneath the table, and if you, for some reason, want to see his ID card, it’s in his bikini top. I forgot to draw it and I’m too lazy, so yeah.

Feel free to run through it without actually writing for your character though. When in doubt, send me an ask! I’ll try to respond as soon as I can. If you catch any problems or anything that doesn’t seem to make sense, please let me know!

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Coill... So Nekyu lived around there...? That was closer than he'd expected-- considering Mistreil herself lived to the other side of Emain.

"Yeah-- Oh! Hold on! Cen!" The boy called for his cloud pet, which flew over from some random direction, not that he really cared.

"Alil, if you're tired you can sleep on my cloud! He's super soft, and a lot steadier than being carried." The boy smiled, offering the cloud. Otherwise, he would just sit on it if Zhyhal wanted to play knight. In any case, it'd suck if something happened and Zhy was too busy carrying Alil.

Thinking for a moment, the boy decided against talking in order to let Alil rest. He seemed pouty, and saying too much would probably upset him more, and that wasn't something Cyniel wanted to be on the receiving end of. Besides, it'd be nice if he and Alil could be friends.

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"Zhy!" Cyniel smiled, greeting the tall elf and noticing his glancing around. He didn't seem like he knew what had happened.

"Mmm... You missed a lot, you know? Let's see..." Adding a dramatic pause, Cyniel started thinking. Where to start... Well, with Derp's death of course! "There was a super giant ogre over there-- Derp or something-- and Mistreil's crazy elf date, the one that just left with her anyways, decided to go wacHOW with his shovel and bloOSH! Off went his head! And... some other stuff happened-- a family feud or something, people being sad, that sort of thing. And Alil passed out in that pie over there-- he looks pretty tired!"

... Huh. He could try to spy on Mistreil, but that would likely end with him being caught by someone. The next best course of action would be to hang around Alil, he supposed. The boy tiptoed to whisper to Zhyhal, unsure if Alil knew of him or not.

"Psst! Maybe we should bring him home? You know where he lives right? He doesn't look like he can walk much! I don't know if he know you or not though? Huh. But maybe he'll call Nekyu or something? What should we do?"

If Nekyu did show up, Cyn would just have a bit of fun taunting him. If they got to bring the kid home, he'd know where Nekyu lived... What a great deal!

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Don’t let it haunt you, mistakes happen. But if you keep letting them consume you…you will never grow out of them…lady Mistreil.

Cyniel could only watch, his smiling mask slowly being destroyed as Mistreil nodded at Lemmy's words. This man. This stupid man. The last thing he wanted was for Mistreil to be able to grow-- for her to change. If she did, she'd be out of his reach. After all, if she had her own strength, he would be... unnecessary.

Unacceptable. Unacceptable. Unacceptable. U̷n͏à̡̀c͟c͟e̢p҉t̨a̕ble̸.̕

... Still, there was nothing he could do. He'd deal with Lemmy some way or another-- but that could wait. Yuujin seemed distressed, and at this point... Mistreil would probably say something to her. He couldn't let that happen. He had to change her immediate train of thought. Pulling Mistreil into a light hug, the boy's smile grew a bit.

"Lemmy's right! You tried your best! Some things are just meant to happen, so don't worry too much about it-- Mistreil, right? Your name's Mistreil?" Mistreil nodded-- whether it was in understanding of his words or to his question, he didn't really care. He had her relatively caught in his pace.

"Let's be friends, then! I don't know very many people-- or, well, I don't know much at all!" Laughing slightly, he figured he might as well leave a hint to his 'amnesia'. The ring he wore let out a slight sparkle, giving him an idea. It was just a simple, cute ring he had found off some bandits, but... It would do.

"Here! A token of our friendship!" Pulling off the ring, he placed it on Mistreil's left hand-- the ring finger. She'd be too polite to move it onto another finger, so he figured it would stay there for a little while.

"U-um... T-That finger--" She responded quietly, slightly flustered.

"Hm? I saw a ton of people wearing rings on that finger, so that's where they go, right?" An innocent response, naturally. He had 'no memories' and probably 'very little common sense', after all.

"O-oh... Um... Thank you...?" She kept glancing at Yuujin with concern, but just a little more... He just needed the conversation to go on a little more. They were nearing the end of the promenade, after all.

"Right! Where do you live by the way? Then I can write you mail and stuff! And visit! And you can teach me all sorts of stuff!" A pointless question, but it'd be weird if he showed up without knowing. Fortunately, Zhyhal wasn't around-- he was the only one who knew that Cyn already knew.

"Near Emain-- in the forest north of it... S-sort of near Osna Sail."

"Okay! I travel around a lot, so I'll come visit every now and then!"

He continued these pointless conversations for a while. He doubted anyone would interfere-- Pide was stuck with the other blood-licking trash and Yuujin was relatively quiet-- probably in despair. Goo... Well, he didn't seem like the type to interfere.

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The green haired elf smiled at Mistreil. Annoying. This girl seemed like she'd be troublesome. As if proving his point, the girl yelled out.

The other elf was given back his shovel, stained in blood... which he licked. Gross. How stupidly gross. Licking ogre blood... Ew... And... the green haired heroine was up at arms. What a short fuse she had. Still smiling a bit, he enjoyed the spectacle.

"U-Um..." Mistreil. Mistreil was saying something. "Y-you shouldn't... You might get sick..."

The dumb girl lightly pushed the shovel away from the murderer's mouth. What an idiot. Well, she'd likely get shoved away or yelled at. The only thing he wouldn't want as a response would be some form of obedience-- and with that psychotic elf, the chances were slim.

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Watching the Stupid-looking girl chew out her servants, Cyniel observed as they loosened the man's cravat. 'Right...' he thought, glancing at Lemmy, 'Forgot some people needed more oxygen than others. -- Well, on to more important stuff.'

"Hey, hey! Is it okay if I try some of that?" The boy asked Mistreil, pointing to the Mushroom Gratin in front of her. As the girl nodded slowly, Goo and his date had joined them at the table. 'Tsk. Great, more people -- which means I can't just leave her depressed. I have to be the one to cheer her up. All she has to do to be happy is follow me.'

Picking up a spoonful of gratin, Cyniel opened the girl's mouth and put the spoon in. "It tastes good, right? The chef made it for you, so you should try some of it!" It seemed to snap her slightly out of her depression and confusion.

"You know, it's okay to mourn and all, but you should appreciate what's still around! Like food! I'm sure the deceased wouldn't want you to be sad!" Cyniel grinned, and upon noticing her hair in disarray, he pulled off the hair tie. "It's a pain to put a ponytail back up, so down is okay too! It looks super elegant!"

Mistreil smiled a bit and nodded, visibly confused at what was going on, but she didn't usually act much on her thoughts. She'd probably just go in circles in her thoughts anyhow. 'Now that that's over with... She probably won't talk for a bit. Next is... to stop people from talking to her for a bit! Leaning on the table a bit, the boy removed his mask. It was pointless to wear, and having it off would just make Mistreil think more.

"Goo!" He exclaimed, welcoming the man and his date, "I'm glad to see you here! Is that your date? She's cute! Is your super-duper-expensive suit working its charm on her?"

Mistreil waved a bit at Yuujin, though Cyniel tried to take some attention away from her. The only thing he could do was try to fluster the pair and make them the topic of conversation. They were the only things that he couldn't account for. He didn't know what Goo's date would say, and the last thing he needed was for Mistreil to make a friend who wouldn't turn her into an emotional mess. He figured the murderer wasn't going to say anything, and if he did, it would be okay if it upset the girl some more. As for Lemmy... he was out cold. If he did wake up, he'd probably just deal with Mr. Ogrekill.

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"-- Bop to the top!" The duo finished, with Cyniel lightly pushing the host over as per the choreography. Well, he also would've preferred for the man to be lower, considering their height difference. Unexpectedly, Lemmy collapsed and, after stumbling, fell backwards off the table they had climbed.

'Hmm?' The boy thought to himself, glancing around. There lay the ogre's decapitated body, and mixed responses to the event he had so gracefully ignored, 'What, is it time for everyone to have traumatic flashbacks? Mass despair? Wow~♥'

Looking at Lemmy's unconscious body, the boy figured he probably shouldn't leave it there. The host was to be seated at the same table as Mistreil, but he didn't really want to make himself known to her yet... But at the same time, it presented an opportunity to befriend her again.

'Oh!' He smiled gently as he pulled the host's arms, 'I co~uld always fake amnesia. Pretend I've lost memories, but I still feel like I know her... that sort of deal. ♥ -- Man, this guy's heavy.'

Slowly, the boy pulled Lemmy's body over to the table and placed him at one of the seats. Mistreil seemed distressed, upset, more or less like she was blaming herself for not being able to stop Derp's death. How stupid.

"Sorry to intrude! The host passed out, so I figured I'd help him to his table! Is it okay if I join, too?" He beamed, snapping Mistreil out of her mental spiral. She seemed startled by him-- either because of his similarity to the 'Cyniel' she made, or because someone came to talk to her. She nodded quietly, and the boy sat down.

'Huh. I forgot to write down my order. And... this could be difficult for Zhyhal. She probably won't recognize him, but... Well, I'll just hope he doesn't use his name! ♥ If he does, he's a super idiot!'

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"Mucho Gusto."

A strange, relatively out of place song began playing. It was from a musical-- he had seen it a few times at Emain's theatre and acted it out enough with Mistreil. 'What an incredibly stupid host,' the smile on his face growing in response to his thoughts, 'If this will stop him from interfering, though, then I should play along by all means!'

Hoping he could remember the choreography, the boy fanned his hand, "Ay que fabulousa!"

Did the host seriously expect anyone to be able to follow suit? ... In the first place, being able to follow suit was slightly embarrassing. Still, it just meant he was... 'well-versed' in the arts.

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'Wow, he took it and thanked me with a smile. What an idiot. He's as dumb as 'her'.'

"Okay, let's go!" Grabbing Zhyhal's hand, Cyniel headed towards the castle. Running by the parked carriage, the boy's eyes traced it curiously. Moments ago, Mistreil and her two dates were there, and Veni still remained. What did they talk about? What were they like? Why did they invite her?

'It'd be nice if her dates upset her.' Thoughts of her despair and loneliness floated around in his head. Seeing the bear that sat on the carriage only furthered his desire for Mistreil's sadness. Still, he maintained his childishly energetic demeanor, dragging the elf with him.

As they neared the doors, he could hear the sound of dancing. The music sounded as if it was going to end-- but it'd be no fun if he couldn't dance with his 'date'!

"Hey, hey! Follow my lead! It's about time to switch partners so... Let's do this with style!" Grinning, he pulled Zhyhal and waltzed into the castle. He'd practiced waltzing with Mistreil in the past, but he had usually been the lead, save for a few occasions. Still, he was pretending to be a 'girl' at the moment, so, while he dragged Zhyhal along, he twirled and took the 'female' roles.

Pulling close to the elf, he led Zhyhal's arm out until it was outstretched, spinning as he followed the line of motion. He examined the building, though not particularly interested in most of it. 'There.' Glancing at Mistreil, he had noticed a disaster had already taken place-- a collision of sorts? Her date was furious. 'How wonderful. I shouldn't let such a spectacle be stopped-- and aren't I lucky?'

His partner for the switch was the host of the promenade, whom he had passed as they waltzed in. Hopefully, the boy could pull him away in a waltz until it was too late to stop any confrontation-- that is, if there was one. How he hoped there would be a confrontation. Releasing his hand from the elf's, Cyniel extended his twirling, taking steps as he continued and stopping in front of the host of the promenade.

"Lemmy, right? ♥" Curtseying, he looked at his partner, "I'm Cyniel. May I have this dance?"

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Having successfully stolen obtained his dress, his preparations for prom were nearly complete, save for one factor. Cyniel had no idea where to meet Zhyhal. The less he had to do the better, so naturally the boy decided to write a letter. Writing like a really ditzy child, he drew a map and directed Zhyhal to meet outside Sen Mag Castle, where the prom was to take place.

Proud of his 'well-written' letter, he summoned Centrifugal (aptly called "Cen" by the boy, or occasionally, "Centri")-- A rainbow cloud whose appearance seemed as though it was straight out of a child's book, and whom he used mercilessly as both a mount and messenger. Jabbing the letter into the multicoloured mass, he directed it to find his date.

As he walked to the aforementioned meeting place, he thought to himself, 'All that's left to do is wait, act super cute and innocent and enjoy the show ♥'

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'Guess he hasn't a clue that this is a crime. I'm not complaining, though! ♥' The boy thought to himself as he looked over the flowers. Glancing over the flowers, he picked up a few clusters of geranium. He'd spent enough time looking at books about flowers with Mistreil, to his disinterest.

Cyniel giggled, looking at Goo. He was giving his partner a narcissus... No doubt he put some thought into symbolism. It seemed like a weird flower to give for a prom, otherwise. The amount of thought people put into the flowers they chose seemed silly-- wouldn't it be easier to just say the message you want to send out loud? Unless, of course, it was something that couldn't be said. Not because those messages were embarrassing, but because they'd be rude or dangerous to say out loud.

Looking at the flowers he chose, he smiled, proud of himself. He could play the 'flower meaning' game too! But in a way where he could feign complete innocence. Geraniums were really, really pretty after all! And they seemed to match Zhyhal decently-- especially his hair!

"Pretty!" He squealed in delight, looking at his flowers and then at his partner's. "I'm done too! I guess this is bye bye, then! I'll see you at prom, then, okay?"

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All that was left for the duo to do was to get a corsage or boutonnière-- In either case, a flower shop would work nicely-- or... a flower patch. "We need flowers next! Follow me! Follow me!" Cyniel exclaimed, excited. He had another plan-- one that wouldn't cost him much. Dragging his partner along, he ran to Tara's square, on the opposite side of where the painter Hans was located. Such a location meant that the artist couldn't see them, which was perfect. Twirling around, the boy flung his arms out. "Look, look! Flowers!" Of course, picking flowers from a public park could be considered thievery, and thus, illegal. At the very least, if his partner pointed it out, he could say that it was just for inspiration, and that there was bound to be a flower merchant nearby. Hopefully his partner wasn't well versed in the ways of the law.

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Cyniel walked alongside Gooeh, looking over the shops they passed. Having only recently obtained this body of his, he didn't have much gold, considering bandits mostly dropped ducats. Well, he'd figure something out. That was the fun part, after all.

"Do you mind... if we check out this shop?"

The boy watched his partner, who sighed in joy as he daydreamed. The shop that Goo was referring to was full of elegant, frilly clothing.

"Even if I said no, I'm sure you'd still go in. But okay! Sure, let's check it out!" He giggled, walking in. He wandered around, gazing at any blue dresses, before settling on one.

"Frills, ribbons, unnecessary section that emphasizes your chest, even if you have no boobs..." He muttered to himself, "Good enough."

It was important, after all, to appear as feminine as he could. If it could throw Mistreil off the idea that he was Cyniel for even a little while, it would be more fun. And with that, he set his dress-stealing plan in motion.

"Hey, Storekeeper!" He yelled across the room, attracting the attention of many customers, "I'd like a dress like this, tailored to fit me! My measurements are XXXXXXXXX!"

A pitiful set of measurements, but he was a boy, and relatively small at that. If he was refused, he could start crying and make it look like the fault of his stature. The storekeeper quickly jotted the boy's measurements down, slightly panicked.

"My name's Cyniel, by the way! I'll pick it up in 6 days! Thanks ♥" And with that, the vital part of his thievery was complete. 'No thief would be stupid enough to attract so much attention to themself, leaving their name and complete appearance with a storekeeper and a bunch of spectators'-- that line of thought would keep him out of suspicion. The rest would be a cakewalk, especially considering he could easily change his appearance. Walking to the counter, he put down a decent amount of gold as 'down payment'. Sure, this method would cost him, but... He could steal more than just a dress in the long run.