Welcome to the Festival of Fireflies

[lazyjustice]

Who: You! Anyone and everyone is welcome to come!
What: A Festival of Fireflies with games, food, rides and more!
Where: Genessia
When: August 15th-20th. Starting at 7pm
Warnings: Be sure to warn in your threads appropriately.


[The gates are open and the air is filled with the sound of music. Whether you're a reveler, a vendor or anything in between-- come and enjoy the festival!

The Firefly Masquerade post is here]

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[imaginationswoes]

[Airy bites her lower lip.]

Are you against answering questions directly?

[She's noticed that he doesn't even answer a yes or no questions. She doesn't care what his skill set might be, just if he likes guns. She's read about different designs and types as well as their development over the years and finds it all really interesting. She doesn't think it's a bad thing to talk about but then, she's noticed, that some people here always assume the worst of everyone.

It's sad.]

[sayslittle]

[Rude's starting to think he's made a mistake in engaging here at all. It wasn't supposed to be some drawn-out thing and now he's getting questions that naturally raise his already pretty high guard. Not that he can't understand what guides the question but openness with people he doesn't know just isn't who he is.

And having people question that certainly doesn't help.]

Answer is what it is.

[And really, he thinks his answer is more helpful than a straight yes or no in this instance. But if it's not good enough? He's not going to stick around and force himself to endure further questioning along a line he has no reason to tough out.

He did what he intended. Time for him to go see if he can't track down a certain redhead and remember what he actually came to this thing for.]

[imaginationswoes]

Can I please have your name before you go?

[Airy asks quickly hoping she hasn't bothered him to much. It'd been selfish on her part. She'd been looking for something to talk about, some distraction to keep her thoughts away from the depressing turn they've been taking.]

I'm Airy... Sorry if I was rude. I really am happy- er, thankful for the turtle. Even if you just didn't want it.

[sayslittle]

[It's enough to pause his stride, though it takes a moment longer for him to decide to relent. Introductions are tricky at times, but in the end he decides it's not the end of the world if he's misinterpreted.

He spares a look over his shoulder, just long enough for him to reply.]

It's Rude.

[And he won't offer any further explanation before he steps away. He's answered the question asked of him; whether he's believed or not is out of his hands where he isn't invested enough to clarify.]

[imaginationswoes]

[Airy just stares after him wondering who would name their child Rude.]