[There are way, way too many people here. He didn't trust CERES at all and honestly he and Baymax had been dragged here. At least they're both still suited up in their armor, having avoided the carnival for the first couple of days. Either way, it was better to hang out with animals that wouldn't question him and also avoid some of the crowds until a little later. Not that these are animals, but uh.
It's the rattling of the fences that tips him off and there's barely warning before the barriers break. He's up on Baymax's back standing in the middle of a stampede and he has what looks like a gunblade out and pointed at the creature that has them cornered.
Please stop him before he actively fights this thing…]
Bonus
[Truth be told, he's not too perturbed by the heckling from the gamerunners as he wanders through the area, though he might be stopping a little too long to stare at some aliens. The games don't look too complicated though and it's out of boredom that he picks up a few spheres to lob at some milk bottles.
What're the prizes anyway?
Surprisingly he's not doing too bad and he idly has a thought of what he's supposed to do with whatever he wins when the score plummets. There's hardly time for him to protest before those tentacles shoot out (a lot scarier than Saiduq's, even) and pick him up, up, up and hang him from the highest point of the display.
If that's not bad enough, the selling point is that he's small and cute. Unbelievable. He sighs heavily, looking at Baymax.]
Go find somebody to get me down, buddy. [As such, somewhere in the carnival you may find a red armored robot approaching you.]
Would you like to play a game?
[Baymax no, that's not how that works.]
Wildcard
[Anything else from the other scenarios or otherwise!]
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[There are way, way too many people here. He didn't trust CERES at all and honestly he and Baymax had been dragged here. At least they're both still suited up in their armor, having avoided the carnival for the first couple of days. Either way, it was better to hang out with animals that wouldn't question him and also avoid some of the crowds until a little later. Not that these are animals, but uh.
It's the rattling of the fences that tips him off and there's barely warning before the barriers break. He's up on Baymax's back standing in the middle of a stampede and he has what looks like a gunblade out and pointed at the creature that has them cornered.
Please stop him before he actively fights this thing…]
Bonus
[Truth be told, he's not too perturbed by the heckling from the gamerunners as he wanders through the area, though he might be stopping a little too long to stare at some aliens. The games don't look too complicated though and it's out of boredom that he picks up a few spheres to lob at some milk bottles.
What're the prizes anyway?
Surprisingly he's not doing too bad and he idly has a thought of what he's supposed to do with whatever he wins when the score plummets. There's hardly time for him to protest before those tentacles shoot out (a lot scarier than Saiduq's, even) and pick him up, up, up and hang him from the highest point of the display.
If that's not bad enough, the selling point is that he's small and cute. Unbelievable. He sighs heavily, looking at Baymax.]
Go find somebody to get me down, buddy. [As such, somewhere in the carnival you may find a red armored robot approaching you.]
Would you like to play a game?
[Baymax no, that's not how that works.]
Wildcard
[Anything else from the other scenarios or otherwise!]