Final Lore

Stalls closed up, and the hustle and bustle of the festival fell quiet as now everyone gathered along the shore to watch the finale. The waves seemingly moody as they crashed in at moderate volume and foamed thickly at the feet of Static, Frizz and Spark; their faces pensive as almost the entirety of Voltra stared at them with admiration in waiting. Flames on posts flickered dim under the threat of the harsh sea breeze, as it howled past every ear. The sky became a bleak shade of grey and it was then the guardians nodded to one another.

Spark mightily grinned, raising a fist to the sky before shouting out over the noisy wind:“Are you Volties READY for an awesome show?!” Most of the crowd couldn’t hear him over the gusts, but those that did cheered-- Frizz swiftly bonked him upside the head feistily. “Spark-you dork! This is supposed to be kinda sorta serious in tone!” She puffed her cheeks and released them in a huff, before Static placed a tender hand upon her shoulder. “I think…” Static started to say, but his tone was so soft that Frizz and Spark had to heavily lean in. Static crept a smile in response to his own awkwardness before continuing. “I think it’s okay to be ourselves. That’s how they know us best…” Having said that gave Static the solace that he’d not have to force any insincere words for the sake of a performance. Frizz considered what he said and sighed. “Gah, you’re right! Sorry Sparky, do your thing big bro- but go BIG or go home!” She jabbed Spark's arm as he adjusted his (presently unnecessary) sunglasses. “I hope you know that I love you two very, very much.” Spark said sincerely, reaching his hand out on either side of him-- Static and Frizz reciprocating.


The three held hands and closed their eyes as a warm white aura permeated from the ground beneath them, their hair dancing against the rhythm of the wind. They looked skyward as their human forms dissipated and revealed their true forms as guardians: The spirits of the pig, goat and phoenix. Frizz Bolted down the other side of the shore as she collected a small electrical charge underneath her feet- she swirled vibrantly, drawing a magic circle in the sand that lit up a brilliant gold and sent a charge of energy forth back to the opposite end of the shore. There to catch the fast running bolt, Static captured and controlled the immense power between his horns. His head rattled from the intensity, but was able to harness the erratic power and turn it into a grandiose orb of light that lit up otherwise grey and soon-to-be storm-ridden beach with a humming warmth. Static raised his front legs up and whipped the orb out into the ocean. In the distance thunder clamored and rain had began to drop, leaving a chill on the spines of everyone in attendance.

It was then the illustrious phoenix Spark swooped in to retrieve the charged orb, flying in fast circles creating a rift in the sea that arose up and over both his head. A ginormous cyclone grew from the wind of Sparks flight and onlookers began to recoil in fear-unsure if this presentation was truly under control. But just as it seemed the terrifying force was going to progress forward, splits of electricity illuminated the hovering entity and eventually it shattered; dispersing back into the sea. With the explosion came a blinding white light, and everyone rushed to cover their eyes.

After several moments of silence, they lowered their arms and bore witness to a clear night sky--the waves now benign and the wind a gentle caress. The guardians gracefully floated back to everyone and with smiles gave a bow, hands reunited in each others once again. The crowd broke out in a flurry of approval-cheering and shouting over one another to deliver their admiration to the guardians. Children leapt up to show off their own animal attire, pretending to be just like the guardians that watch over Voltra and all the other realms. Spark, Frizz and Static beamed bright smiles surrounded by the admiration and gratitude of Voltra.

Day 1 Lore


The mask was strange, featureless. Forever shifting. No matter when or how you would gaze upon it, the porcelain would remain without a single blemish. Perfection in sameness.

The girl danced around a fire before wild eyes locked onto a spectator. She snaked towards them, lunging forward in a fluid motion. And from behind the visage that concealed her face, she whispered: "And yet in all my arrogance, godly as can be, I couldn't see the threat before me," she took a step back staggered, as if struck, fingers slipping beneath the mouthpiece of the mask.

The mask fell away, an afterthought. Suddenly, a massive man separated from the breathless crowd, and crushed the mask underfoot. He reached out, then, and giant fingers wrapped 'round the dancer's slender leg arced from 'neath an emerald dress, painted toes pointed in elegant form.

"Twas a fool to not be seeing the love of the family," said the Strongman, aglow in soft firelight. Gently, he scooped the beauty into his strong arms and held her 'gainst his chest. "And the sacrifice of a father true. The end of the nightmare, yes? Beginning of the living for us."

Arika caressed his face, then, and gave her sweet Berinhard a kiss that echoed the fireworks in the distance. The crowd roared in approval as all throughout the boardwalk, a festival was on. Veles was long dead for the Cirque, and now was an era of happiness.

Their return was in time for a Breaker Beach celebration, and what a joy it would be, night sky contagious with color.

Day 3 Lore


To Virgil, expertly avoiding the need to mingle in merriments came as naturally to him as breathing to those around him. With the festival going on, he’d have preferred to stay indoors where he could save his energy for more crucial activities. Unfortunately, his hunger coupled with Violet’s pestering proved detrimental to whatever objection he could have presented.

With less reluctance than he’d initially put up, Virgil made his way out, making sure to take his camera with him. “What a drag…” he muttered, scratching his messy mop of hair before pulling his beanie back on. The walk to the main event area took much less time than expected, even when Virgil took the scenic route for some practice camera shots. After arriving at his destination, he made his way to the nearest food stall for his first purchase: a grilled buttered potato. After paying, Virgil walked off while nibbling on the steaming hot potato. Every bite he took was flavorful, the somewhat sweet taste of butter mingling with the soft, fluffy texture. Resisting the urge to lose himself in the delicacy, he settled with a whispered “…Hm…not bad.” before the delicious aroma of grilling meat beckoned him to the next stall.

“Chicken skewers? They look pretty singed, but they smell nice…” He bought one and cooled it with a few breaths before quickly digging in. The taste was something else, he surmised, and he was still chewing when he bought another two skewers. It was while paying that he noticed Vregory in the distance, his rat compatriot Eugene sniffing at the air. The pair hadn’t noticed Virgil yet, something that elicited a sigh of relief from him, their focus on finding edible leftovers being paramount as Vreg’s eyes roamed. They stopped at a trash can every now and again, fraying Virgil’s nerves whenever Vreg came close to spotting him. He quickly hid behind a rather large rock, nervously peering out every now and then, making a break for it once the coast was clear. As much as he disliked the outdoors, the myriad of flavors almost made up for it. He felt a sense of elation within him rise up with the thought of getting to taste even more good food, and he idly patted himself on the back for bringing a good bit of money with him.

Shortly thereafter, Virgil found himself paying for a small carton of fried noodles, only to see yet another familiar face walking towards his general direction: Vyctor, who by the looks of it was walking slowly while carrying a plastic bag in each hand.. Virgil couldn’t care less to socialize, wanting to enjoy his meal in peace more than anything else. His eyes paced back and forth, scanning for a convenient escape- with time running out he had no choice but to lunge for a cardboard box and tuck under into. He peered out from the handle hole until Vyc was no longer in sight, after which he slurped up the noodles and wiped what remained of the oyster sauce from his lips before disposing of the carton.

Virgil was in the process of removing himself from under the confines of the box when it was lifted off of him by someone else entirely. Reflexively covering his eyes from his sudden return to brightness, Virgil looked up to see a girl staring down at him while holding the box. Her face was covered by a partly-broken porcelain mask, framed by long, silky purple hair. The black coat she wore contrasted with the slightly stained white apron tied around her waist.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, with neither saying anything to break the silence. Virgil stood, patting himself off. The girl simply shrugged at him, after which she flung the box at a rather sizable garbage bag she had behind her. “...Huh.” For his part, Virgil watched in muted bewilderment as she walked off, dragging the garbage bag behind her. He wondered for a moment who she was, but shook his head and thanked his luck that he managed to avoid any unnecessary interactions during the festival.

Day 5 Lore

An enchanting plush cat hung from the top tier prize rack of a stall. Its predominantly purple fur shimmered with a holographic star pattern. Vivienne took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. She needed that plushie - it was so impossibly large, fluffy, and galactic! A prize so equally cute and unique in nature that Vanora would swoon for it! This was the only stall that offered this variety of plush so all bets were on this intense game of….rubber duck fishing...

Vivi, unintentionally displaying her passion-- slammed down ohms on the stall game’s counter. “One rod, p-please!” she stammered nervously, though her eyes still shone with determination. The stall man raised a brow before casually shrugging and supplying her with two plastic fishing rods--one presumably for each hand. She took a step back and focused intently on the toy ducks floating around in the triple-layer fountain. Each duck had points allocated to them, but she'd only see how much each one was worth once she managed to catch it. This was entirely luck of the duck.

She looked up at the plushie again, seeing it was worth 300 points. The ducks before her held point values between ten and a hundred-- and she only had two minutes to swipe as many as she possibly could.The stall owner began the timer, and she blinked as the birds traversed around the fountain with surprising speed. Throwing the line in, she tried to hook some of the ducks, but she was clumsy and they slipped by. Fifteen seconds gone.

"Oh, hey, what's happening here?" a vaguely familiar voice called out, almost tauntingly. Soon slipping an arm over her shoulder and she distractedly turned to see Lin. The stall owner's eyes widened in horror, and began shooing him away. Lin smirked, "A quick tip, before I get accused of cheating again…” He playfully smirked at the nervous man. “Think of the fishing rod as your scissors - I've seen how well you work with them." He displayed the cutting motion with his fingers and with a wink, he scurried away-- still in sight but too far to be lectured. In his arms he carried a similar plushie to the one she had her eye on.

"Scissors...hair..?" Vivi wondered what he meant, before snapping back to attention. 45 seconds gone, only a minute and 15 seconds left. She tossed both lines again in a fervor, and as one crisscrossed over the other, she realized what he meant.. As she aimed for a little green rubber duck, she imagined herself cutting hair with precision, deftly holding her scissors in one hand and cutting exactly what needed cutting, no more and no less. She yelled loudly in success as she reeled in a duck worth 20 points. 50 seconds left.

After she figured out what to do, the rest was a blur. She reeled in duck after duck, fighting the clock for the plushie. Vivi was woken from her thoughts as the buzzer sounded for the end of the two minutes. She looked down at the ducks she'd collected in surprise. Did she have enough..? 50 short… Her heart fell as she double checked the bottom of each duck for their point allocation.

"Ah hey, you dropped this one!" Lin was back, bending to pick up a duck that had fallen on the ground, rather than in the bucket of ducks she'd collected. "Eh?" she watched as Lin looked at the bottom then plonked it in her bucket. "50 points! Lucky!" he grinned, then jumped up and grabbed the plushie for her. "That's 300 points in total, yeah? Don’t mind me, you were mumbling the numbers aloud!~" Vivi was stunned. She actually did it? She did it! Her eyes lit up with gratitude and intensely hugged the guts out of a puzzled Lin. "Let me get you something to eat! Please? You helped me so much!" Straining a smile under her tight grasp, Lin could only manage a thumbs up before Vivienne darted ahead, prompting Lin to follow behind her. "Later stall man!~" He shouted before disappearing into the crowd.

The stall owner blinked at their sudden departure, then looked down defeatedly at the ducks. While picking them up, he realized there was one too many of the 50 point ducks possible to obtain- and the marker wasn't even the same color he had used to write on them. "LIIIIIIIN!!!" the store owner roared.--scaring children waiting in his line as they frantically escaped.

Day 7 Lore
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Vanora eyes remained locked on the night sky, as her feet were tickled by the blades of grass that looked over Breaker Beach and all its festivities. The stars were wonderfully shimmering tonight, hardly a cloud to obscure their brilliance. Her gaze roamed...searching for something... until they finally latched onto Viraeli. One of the brightest stars in the sky, found between the constellations of the Eternal Wolf and the Mourning Siren. It was her favourite star considering it was in between the two zodiac signs she had been born on the cusp of. The Wolf: loyal, determined, and oh so stubborn. Then the Siren: passionate, curious, and quite the spectator. Both their personality traits clashing within her, like Viraeli's light glowing between them now.

The earth shifted softly beside Vanora, alerting her to a new presence that she didn’t bother turning her head to see. “Beautiful, are they not?” a voice murmured melodiously, soft as to not break the silent beauty of the night. She nodded in agreement, finally turning to her side to pat the ground and prompt Vontell to sit beside her.

"It's so magical. It seems kinda simple to just lay here with our thoughts but we're really sort of embracing something beyond our planet by looking at the stars, you know?" She took in the crisp air with a deep breath. Vontell stroked his chin while also panning the sky for constellations. "You are the sort of person to find the brilliance in anything. I’ve always liked that about you, but I cannot say that I am as equally enamored with things as much as you are. I can however, appreciate the grandiose of space and the potential poetry it inspires...Though I can’t seem to find my own constellation up there. Hmm." He peered his eyes more sternly, determined to find it for himself.

Vanora giggled and pointed upward. "Look, there's yours! Right there!" she pointed at Vontell's zodiac sign, the Forgotten Dryad. But their visual perspectives differed, so he had to shift himself a bit closer to see the view from hers. "Ah, wait. Yes okay, NOW I see it." His voice now taking on a wistful tone. “And maybe beyond our galaxy, another realm on another planet is seeking out their own constellation.” He tilted his head, feeling like such a discussion could lead to inspiring a new plot for his book- then dismissed it as too cliché.

“Knowing that someone who is a complete stranger to us, probably also sat on this same hill, and looked at these same stars. That's interesting to think about too.” Vanora stood and stretched, sore from laying down-- when a strong gust swept through and tossed her hair directly into her mouth. This caused her to flail her arms over face, and spit out the long locks. Vontell busted out in laughter.

“And perhaps they too, were fed their own hair from mother nature’s gust.” He said while taking his glasses off to cleanse. Vanora playfully stuck her tongue out. “Sorry, hair gel doesn’t work for me like it does for you! Maybe in a different dimension it does.” Vontell nodded. “Touché. Though even I will be needing to pay a visit to your beloved soon. Need to get my overgrown ends trimmed up and well... Vivienne does it best.” Extending a hand, Vanora helped Vontell up to his feet as he patted off grass and dirt from his pants.

“Speaking of which, she shooed me away a little while ago. She was insisting she had to do something alone- But it's been long enough, I should check up on her.” Vanora and Vontell gave a hug and parted ways from the calm of the hill and back to the energy of the festival.

Day 9 Lore

Uncaring of the dismal atmosphere her stall produced as multitudes of festival-goers failed to come remotely close to winning a prize, Valentina happily fanned herself from the summer heat with wads of cash. Despite the bleak response, her large array of mechanical prizes that could enlighten any household, kept the challengers lining up-- determined they could beat the odds.
“So these are tha’ rules…” She danced her hand along the table of plastic cups, pulling a few forward to demonstrate. “Here we got five cups! Four of em’ have large mouths, and one cup has a bitty one.” With her other hand, she flipped a coin into the air as it refracted a beam of light before falling down into a large mouthed cup. “Just like that! Simply get it into any of the four big ones, and BAM! Ya win!”

She rubbed her hands greedily together as each person counted their funds. Despite the variety in size, strength and age of each player, the results of Val’s game were exactly the same. Just as the coin would hover directly above the desired large cup, like magic it would bounce off thin air and whip swiftly into the small cup. Observing from the sidelines with a smug look on his face, Vyctor idled--waiting for his cue. Once the blue hued lights of Val’s stall flickered, he placed himself next in line.

“Oh! If anyone’s gonna win it's gotta be you, Vyc!” She clasped her hands together feigning adoration. Raising a playful smirk, Vyc pushed forward a stack of ohms before leaning forward in a whisper. “Hey Val, I bet ya 5,000 ohms I can get it my first try…” Val grinned so wide she threatened the elasticity of her cheeks. “My, my--Iunno! That sounds kinda risky…. Buuuuuut what tha’ heck! Deal.” And with that, Vyctor nonchalantly flicked the coin off his thumb; and without issue it satisfyingly clanged into one of the winning cups.

For several moments Val seemed frozen in time- completely unmoving, aside from her jaw having dropped in disbelief. Vyctor chuckled-- "Huh, well would ya look at that, you were right! I won. Thanks for believing in me Val!" Vyc spoke kindly and gave a wink as he collected the funds, but a hint of sarcasm lingered in his tone. From behind the stall, Vaughn surfaced and snapped his wire cutters down on the counter. “Gimme my reverse charge magnets back, ya damned thief!” He impatiently tapped his fingers against the wood while staring her down.

Val cackled, realizing she had been duped and slapped down a button on her chair. The ground ferociously rumbled and the stall shook apart in pieces as the chair jolted her straight up and far into the sky--echoing into the dark of the night. Vyctor couldn’t help but laugh. “Heh. She acts like you don’t know where she lives…” Vaughn groaned while lighting up a cigar. “Unfortunately mate, that’s with me...”

Finale on July 30th