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There are a few rules one shouldn't break during the Festival, lest you become part of it's decorations, and public drunkenness is one of them as two brew masters are about to find out.
This one I am really proud of how the b-plot scene turned out in this piece.
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"-hic- I don't know what -burlp- they were talkin' about... a curshed village" a brew master walked down the alley with his partner in crime, both of them red in the face, drunk of their own product. "Thish place is great! Everyone partiesh here -hic- they pay loads fer booze, and the 'stewards' dress so scantily!"
"It's good we got that -hic- tiger clan lady to come with us" she replied, "we shuld -urrlp- we should make thish a regular thing, y'know?" tripping around a corner, her unusually protuberant middle kept her from stumbling against the wall. "Aww man, those inn folk sure really wanted ush to stay there!"
"But not serve us -blorp- drinksh anymer? What kinda Panda clansfolk do they take ush fer?" he swiped behind himself with a 'pssh', his belly making a hollow bounce when his forearm collided with it "We're goin on a proper tavern walk!"
"We should meet back up with the tiger lady, she prolly found some neat places -hic- when she left for some grub" his drinking buddy pointed out, "I wonder where she ish..."
The obnoxious pair waddled and lumbered aimlessly to find the next tavern, completely oblivious to the whine of air within their bloating frames.
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"I found this one at the midway, buying a snack from almost every vendor she came across." a fox in a revealing geisha ensemble idly spoke to a fellow steward as she towed her charge by her tail; a tigress nearly swollen out of her vest and britches, bobbing around in the air. "By the time I approached to warn her about the Fusen No Noroi, she was already ballooning up."
"Was it really too late, or did you wait until she had her last dumpling before stepping fourth?" her compatriot coyly accused, a stifled giggle gave away her true thoughts. She removed the Kabuki mask casually, hovering it by her head.
"You know me too well" she laughed back, "fun story by the way; my sister, the High Priestess, got the Fusen No Noroi through overeating as well, and I had a hand in it."
"Oh? do tell..."
"During that one festival, I suggested every suitor and guest to buy her a sample of their dishes, not wanting to look rude, she tried at least one bite from each passing plate. When it came time for the Goddess to arrive, she had just enough that all it took was one single rice thin to offend the Festival's demands. That's why she suddenly turned into a balloon right in front of the Goddess." her wide smile and smug tone spoke volumes of her mischievous pride.
"heh, remind me to keep my guard up around you" the masked one commented before wandering her gaze to the pair of pandas, her eyes tracking their swelling bodies "hold on a moment..."
"hmm? oh I see, two drunkards out in the streets during the festival, tsk tsk, it seems there's going to be three balloons tonight."
"Tourists, we get at least one every year..." the masked one huffed in feigned annoyance, grabbing the spare ribbons and ties from a tucked shelf on a nearby wall, leaning against a pillar to stalk the pandas. Watching them flounder a little further before they became to buoyant to walk.
This one I am really proud of how the b-plot scene turned out in this piece.
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"-hic- I don't know what -burlp- they were talkin' about... a curshed village" a brew master walked down the alley with his partner in crime, both of them red in the face, drunk of their own product. "Thish place is great! Everyone partiesh here -hic- they pay loads fer booze, and the 'stewards' dress so scantily!"
"It's good we got that -hic- tiger clan lady to come with us" she replied, "we shuld -urrlp- we should make thish a regular thing, y'know?" tripping around a corner, her unusually protuberant middle kept her from stumbling against the wall. "Aww man, those inn folk sure really wanted ush to stay there!"
"But not serve us -blorp- drinksh anymer? What kinda Panda clansfolk do they take ush fer?" he swiped behind himself with a 'pssh', his belly making a hollow bounce when his forearm collided with it "We're goin on a proper tavern walk!"
"We should meet back up with the tiger lady, she prolly found some neat places -hic- when she left for some grub" his drinking buddy pointed out, "I wonder where she ish..."
The obnoxious pair waddled and lumbered aimlessly to find the next tavern, completely oblivious to the whine of air within their bloating frames.
-
"I found this one at the midway, buying a snack from almost every vendor she came across." a fox in a revealing geisha ensemble idly spoke to a fellow steward as she towed her charge by her tail; a tigress nearly swollen out of her vest and britches, bobbing around in the air. "By the time I approached to warn her about the Fusen No Noroi, she was already ballooning up."
"Was it really too late, or did you wait until she had her last dumpling before stepping fourth?" her compatriot coyly accused, a stifled giggle gave away her true thoughts. She removed the Kabuki mask casually, hovering it by her head.
"You know me too well" she laughed back, "fun story by the way; my sister, the High Priestess, got the Fusen No Noroi through overeating as well, and I had a hand in it."
"Oh? do tell..."
"During that one festival, I suggested every suitor and guest to buy her a sample of their dishes, not wanting to look rude, she tried at least one bite from each passing plate. When it came time for the Goddess to arrive, she had just enough that all it took was one single rice thin to offend the Festival's demands. That's why she suddenly turned into a balloon right in front of the Goddess." her wide smile and smug tone spoke volumes of her mischievous pride.
"heh, remind me to keep my guard up around you" the masked one commented before wandering her gaze to the pair of pandas, her eyes tracking their swelling bodies "hold on a moment..."
"hmm? oh I see, two drunkards out in the streets during the festival, tsk tsk, it seems there's going to be three balloons tonight."
"Tourists, we get at least one every year..." the masked one huffed in feigned annoyance, grabbing the spare ribbons and ties from a tucked shelf on a nearby wall, leaning against a pillar to stalk the pandas. Watching them flounder a little further before they became to buoyant to walk.
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