As the days of the festival went on. The ridiculousness of people just kept on going. Now everyone pretty much understands what Lumin has to go through every day if he isn't at school. Everyone else now holds Lumin in a whole new light and I see that no one is teasing him as much anymore, if not come to a complete halt. We also now jump to Lumin's defense and we are now forcing him to go to The Pod, a machine that fills with a specialized liquid that doesn't allow forces of any kind enter his mind. I smirk as I think about the little demon that bugs the ever living shit out of Lumin will be blocked from him until his mind actually gets repaired.

I am in the food section and I have been cooking nonstop since we have already done all of the prep. I didn't take the bullshit that some people put out and when they decide to be cheeky little shits, they were met equal 'cheekiness' by getting their heads slammed into the table. The assholes and the shits with an actual functioning braincell quickly learned that having them be treated like the other hybrids is not exactly a good idea as we won't hesitate to get rough with you and the entitled that couldn't see why it wasn't a good idea until they were met with a triple set of blackest of black eyes and broken bones. Hybrids are built tougher than most humans after all. Even the weakest of hybrids can walk off getting hit by a truck with minimal damage. Hell a few Hybrids have taken up jobs as flight attendants or jobs that require a lot of travel and have survived even the worst of odds. They sleep it off most of the time, it confuses the ever living hell out of most people while it's the most normal thing in the world for us to complain about getting hit by a train when doing a mission that involved tracking or even just doing errands to help your allies.
The Japan Incident is kept hush-hush as it's not up to the others to give it up. If they want answers, they have to get the persons involved in said mission. I'm the only one with the most details. Professor Horatius has made it clear that if I want to keep some things to myself regarding that...he nor any of the others will hold it against me. And for that I am the most grateful. I have gotten into plenty of conversation with lovely people a plenty that were opening their doors for a new family member and the ones that believe are extendable I told them that I nearly became enemy number one for both sides as my dog had died during a mission and I was told that he would be safe. The others that knew what I was referring too all shuddered. It had gotten their attention and they were soon led away by Aoi who gave them the details of how they should change their views right quick as although they would send them to the hospital, it's mainly because I would send them to the morgue. "Crysta will find a way to make sure that she won't become a Servitor and still get away with murder of a human." That's the unanimous agreement and consensus across every board. Even professor Horatius got involved in the festivities. He too enjoys kicking out the people that do not deserve these little angels.

10:30AM (When I'm booted from the stalls and forced to be a regular guest)

I begin helping out with the animals, from the birds that fly high above, to the cats that can't stand being alone. I have no qualms with mingling with the crowds. I was soon brought (dragged) to one of the art booths, It's one of those free style painting booths. Whatever you get to make you could possibly get a prize for it in exchange. Of course it has to be animal themed. I picked up the palette, it pops out it's paintbrush and the water orb appearing next to me. I begin to paint, using every kind of paint that I know that this palette has in stock...from the looks of it, no one wanted to use the silver with electric white lining. So it's more than full. So I got to go very wild. I chose the one canvas that was going to collect dust, the larger than life canvas that can easily replace a plasma screen TV. I also think it's the brush that has an adorable wing design on it. It's so cute. I do the painting without the use of painting tape. It's all free hand. A challenge when you have every paint that is available. Watercolors and acrylic especially.
I had not only sat down but had my chair float as I paint, any form of sabotage is met with an immediate disqualification and you will be out on your ass. The more awful underbelly of humanity has tried to get ahold of some animals but they were quickly dealt with. In the most karmic way possible. An entitled mother tried to mess up my painting only to get a pin to the shoulder and she scream bloody murder as it penetrates her shoulder, all of the other people within the audience just stood by and one girl with no fear shouts, "you brought that on yourself!" the one operating the booth had gotten some of the disciplinary committee to drag the mother away and to the infirmary unit. Who is undoubtedly telling her that no hybrid here appreciates nor will tolerate any attempt of sabotage or ruination just because you didn't get your way. We can and will snap your arms and legs like pretzel sticks. When they were all done, they were told to continue on with the festival and they will hand out prizes in the end.
I'm focused on my painting but also on my immediate surroundings. My things can't be stolen if it's on my person, the security is now making more rounds around here just so that I don't break my focus and go on a special mission to make sure that the culprits in question will never walk again. I'm using every kind of paint and painting technique that I know, it will be my masterpiece. I haven't painted in a long while that doesn't involve using said painting as a weapon. It's a good thing that my hands have always been steady.

When I have finished the painting, I have my signature at the very four corners and along the sides of the piece, making sure that the only way to remove said signatures is to ruin the painting. I then use an old trick to instantly dry the painting, I put my hand to my mouth in a semi curled fashion as if I'm going to put my chin on it but my lips are nowhere near my now paint stained hands, with a steady and quiet deep breath, I blow through the opening...it all literally dries within moments of the air hitting the painting.
What is my painting?
My beautiful dog Aang of course, playing across the heavenly plains with other celestial puppers and animals, some cats laying on clouds, birds and fish flying through the air. All of their halos are on different places of the body. My Aang being the largest and at the center, with glorious wings upon his back and halo shining brightly over his head with another acting as a collar around his neck. The gates being in the background. It's what I think my dog is doing in the afterlife. Basically making friends of everyone he meets and living the best he can in the afterlife. His blue eyes shining brightly. His multicolored fur of every color that dogs come in with pure white paws and black holding it all together. I hold a soft smile as I show the organizer my submission. There're some scars on him of course, including from the blast that had taken him from me that I had filled in with gold while the older ones are filled with jade and silver. The organizer puts into the system and makes an announcement that my submission is going to be incredibly hard to beat. 'An Owner's Hope', I named it. I knew that sooner or later I'm going to get 'asked' to share my winnings if I were to win. I am ignoring them. I have been given snacks by the other hybrids, when some people are demanding the same treatment were outright asked, "are you a Hybrid?" it's because we have ferocious appetites and we can easily clean out buffets just by walking there if it were close.
We didn't even try to hide that fact. Our metabolism and energy output is far greater than that of the normal human. If a normal person were to do what we would, they would be admitted to the hospital from just the training regimen alone. But the diet is also incredibly dangerous as you can easily eat yourself to death. Nothing of nothing that we do is not for the faint of heart. The humans that get involved with Estelle are incredibly few and far in-between.

I now sit down at the crystalline waterfall, with a large bag of chips in my hands. I swing my legs as I watch the beautiful waterfall. The crystalline waterfall is only meant for the students and staff at Estelle College. I notice that something is off. I stand up and take a look and I jump out of the way as something hard and metallic fell directly to the waterfall. Dodging the debris, "What the hell?" Shelly from defense begins, "go. Continue with the festival. I'll handle this." I order, interrupting her and she immediately bolts, undoubtedly telling the others.
"What do you think is going on?" EDEN asked appearing next to me
"I think that dragon wants to send a message...they probably believe we forgot about him," I answer

Correct!

A voice booms from the waterfall. A jolly, cheery and outright malicious male voice. I summon my blades, "AH~Ah~Ah~. You wouldn't want those cute little animals caught in the crossfire do you?" The male muses, "EDEN..." I say, she's already on it. She holds every screen of every camera throughout the grounds before her, "you're so smart Miss Depths~~" the dragon laughs as I can see that EDEN is almost fucking malfunctioning from panic. "EDEN." I call to her and her eyes snap to me, "give up. You won't find them. Whatever dragon is here has the ability to completely hide themselves from us." I say calmly,
"I just wanna talk~~." The dragon whines
"Then talk." I snap back
"Snippy, snippy." The metallic thing floated out and an orb came out, the voice coming out of it. I gave a signal with EDEN and she immediately vanishes, she needs to find the dragon(s) and get them the hell out of here as fast as possible without harming the animals and the regular humans that are here. Why do I have to be right? I thought as I now have to face this cheery maniac.
He has me where he wants me.