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- miko nakadai,
- papyrus,
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- renzo shima,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
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- yotsuba tamaki,
- yūya sakaki
⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 2
Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: October 7st - 14th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: The week begins as the time of the Animal Fair finally arrives! Meanwhile, the truth of this reality starts to be revealed, and forces both human and celestial alike attempt to take advantage of a rare opportunity.
Warnings: Individually marked!
When: October 7st - 14th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: The week begins as the time of the Animal Fair finally arrives! Meanwhile, the truth of this reality starts to be revealed, and forces both human and celestial alike attempt to take advantage of a rare opportunity.
Warnings: Individually marked!
BY ANY OTHER NAME↴ Tensions thicken as various supernaturally forces react to the events of the previous week. Something critical is afoot, and it's only a matter of time before things start coming to a head. It's time to find out more about what's happened to this world, and what will happen in its future. ► A NIGHT AT THE FAIR: From the night of the 7th to the morning of the 8th, the Animal Fair is officially in town. There is a top level down below with more information, though you can also RP content from this elsewhere if you wish. The host, who is very likely something called a Wyld Fae (if you discovered that ICly), will be present, but they will only be appearing to you of their own accord and attempting to track them down by force will be ineffective. Just kick back and relax! Fairs are supposed to be fun. ► THORNS IN YOUR SIDE: Culminating in a full fledged attack against the Sanctuary, it would seem that The Rose Queen is declaring war on the changeling population of Portland. Though the vicious attack of thorns against the safe house was eventually stopped, it wasn't without damage, and the black roses that caused it are still popping up around the city and threatening the places where homeless and lost changelings would be likely to congregate. It's obvious now that this is a serious threat - will it ever stop without an intervention? ► HELL ON EARTH: As Anath's march draws near, the first waves of her demons will be entering the city. Primarily acting as scouts and foot soldiers, these demons will be attempting to secure loyalty from the local demon populace, as well as taking out any angels they can manage to catch. It's a level of aggressiveness against heaven's forces that hasn't been seen for years, and it's a foreboding hint of things to come. These demons can be NPCed by anyone, and will mostly be thugs or manipulators who don't know much about Anath's plans but do know that you need to join their side. They are also rowdier than most of the demons in Portland, and are a threat to the innocent mortal populace as well, if they decide to try to get their kicks here. ► THE WIZARD POLICE: The Enlightenment Council seems to have demanded control of the local Circle chapter, and now backup has arrived. These mages are being sent out into the city as if they are a police force, and will be attempting to demand control of various common supernatural areas, as well as questioning community members that they run into. Whatever is going on, it seems to have resulted in the Council instituting what is essentially martial law... of course, not everyone sees any need to heed their demands. If you are a demon, warlock, or other rogue element, expect to be harassed or even attacked by them. These character can be NPCed, and if you need additional information you can ask the mods. |
OTA
[Even with his faithful canine assistant at his side, Papyrus is no ace detective. Sure, he's spent spare time this last week looking into this thing, plagued by a sense of Significance to the fair's advertising. But looking at posters, walking around to see how many there are, and chatting with the people in their proximity isn't the stuff that'd unearth a mystery this big. In the end, he finds out what it's like the same way as just about anybody else: going and checking it out.
Not mentioned in the posters: it's in a slightly haunting, obviously magical clearing, full of unearthly flora. It makes sense, with those creepy little shrine offerings under some of the posters, and it really makes it clear when they get close.
Fully as advertised, it's a small fair, in the forest, full of animals. Some of them don't seem the sort to be domesticated, but that's sure not stopping them from fearlessly roaming in the presence of so many humans. Or from somehow charming Coolbone into whining and running after one.]
Hey! Where are you going, you mangy...
[Papyrus pursues, half-expecting to watch his dog vanish into a fairy ring or something. But Coolbone just bounces around one of the menagerie animals, which ignores the dog to stare at Papyrus like it knows him.]
Oh, uh... hello! I don't suppose you talk?
[The ferret doesn't answer, but it sure stares intently.]
► HOW MANY POMEGRANATE SEEDS DOES IT TAKE TO START A SUPERNATURAL CUSTODY BATTLE?
[It's been a few hours, and sure, he has his own snacks and water bottle, but. Those giant nectar flowers exude deliciousness, and the 'free' signs were set up by whoever did the advertising. He knows the stories about fae food, the fae evidently knows the stories, and they've gone out of their way to reassure the guests that it's okay.
But there's also the question, would Gratiel keep him safe from any claim they might try to stake, given their pre-existing magical contract? Would the demon toss him to the wilds for purposefully getting in that kind of trouble? Would the fae and the demon have to negotiate something?? That would be funny... and terrifying.]
It says free... What do you think they really mean by that?
[Most of all, though, it's a great conversation starter for anybody who walks too close, and super topical for those who try to warn him against it!]
supernatural custody battle
And he's wearing a hoodie with bike shorts.
He walks up to the flowers, checking them out. He doesn't take one himself, which really says something.]
Figure'd a warlock would already know...
[Warlock comes across as an innate diss with the way he says it.]
Nothing's really free.
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He settles for breaking into a cold sweat.]
That's right, I know all about... things that aren't free. Bargains, and trades, and exchanges. Giving a little and getting a little... That's how the world goes round.
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[He inspects the flowers for a few moments longer, before straightening up - to still being about a foot and a half shorter than the human at his side. For an angel, he certainly doesn't have the most imposing figure... if you ignore the set of seven eyes, intricate halo, and radiant wings that tie it all off. Also, the fact that he's a skeleton.
He doesn't really sound like he's buying Papyrus's diversion, either. He can spot that sweat starting to form already - the kid knows he's in trouble, and they haven't even started yet.]
And... would'ja say ya got the right end of the bargain stick?
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I wasn't coerced, if that's what you're asking. It's a trade, they're both right ends.
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Nah. Just figured you mighta made some kind of stupid deal, thinkin' you could get some cheap performance out of doin' the bidding of a genuine sociopath. But that'd be silly, right?
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[Thanks, Sans.
As patronizing as co-starring in some after-school special about demonic bullying would be, Papyrus would know where the angel was going with this all. As it stands... that sense of menace and guilt and something altogether unsettling just clings to him.]
Yeah, so silly. Everybody knows you save stupid deals for times of real desperation. With, uh, some kind of way to get out of it...?
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[he leans in, standing on his toes.]
So what made you desperate?
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Someone was... going to get hurt! Terribly grievous injuries.
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Oh yeah? Sounds tough. Why don't ya tell me more about that?
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An angel, Papyrus figures, probably thinks stuff like, "be satisfied with your lot in life," never mind the humorous coincidental language of lot and Lot and how Lot was unsatisfied with his lot, and... Well.]
Well, you see...
[Inspiration strikes.]
Jeez, you won't believe this, it's the silliest thing... I just can't remember the details! Do you think maybe I sold those memories as part of the bargain?
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So, while his face doesn't change much, the tolerant humour he was offering a moment ago disappears completely. Look at this schmuck. He thinks this is some kind of game.
Sans's sockets go black.]
Maybe you think you're being cute, dancin' around the question like that. But, fact of the matter is, you keep serving demons and you're gunna wind up with blood on your hands. In fact, there probably already is.
If you think being the bad guy is fun, you have no idea how bad it really gets.
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[Papyrus' hands clench at his sides, and somehow... Why is it a surprise to feel his fingers curling into his palms, like he expects his hands to be covered in something? Covered in something... red. Blood? It's not like the angel's words will make blood manifest from his memories and shame, even if that would pressure him back into line...
Oh. Ohhhh. So that's what this is about. The angel's trying to scare him straight. And, Papyrus admits to himself, it's kinda working. But you get more flies with honey, everybody knows that. This just makes him feel defensive. And it's pretty off-base.]
It wasn't like that, that guy was crazy. He attacked me, he tried to kill me. I just made it backfire on him. That's, that's like that eye for an eye stuff.
fuck i missed this reply i'm sorry
I can know it just by lookin' at ya. But... well. Somehow I doubt sellin' your soul was really your only choice.
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What are you... Why does everyone ask that?? Do I look stupid enough to just sell my soul? There's other sorts of bargains, you know!
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[Sans's look is still sharp, and his attitude unforgiving. He may be an angel, but he's never exactly been the messianic sort.]
But sure. What was it then? Blood sacrifice? Someone else's soul? You should know that's what your demon pals deal in, right?
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[The demon he contacted was one theoretically bound in a cursed amulet or some such bs, one that supposedly had limited power, that'd be grateful to have a means of getting back in the world at all. It's a pyramid scheme; of the people Gratiel had him contact, maybe some of them would get the usual bargain.
Of course, that was probably just what he thought was going on.]
free fooooood
And now he can't leave. While he's here, he figures he can make the most of his time here. Investigate all this bullshit.
Until he comes across some idiot debating the philosophical definition of "free" when it comes to too-sweet deals in a magical animal party. Seriously?]
Nothing is ever free. [He says it as he passes behind him.] But if you're looking to make a big change in your life, I'd say go for it.
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[He's not entirely uninformed, if that helps the idiocy impression.
Though... Are those just fairy tales he's referencing, or the actual sorts of consequences of messing with fae? Who knows.]