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Lambert ([personal profile] whattaprick) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-08-01 11:55 pm

so about those faeries

Who: Lambert, Strange, and (some form of a) Childermass
When: Early into their arrival in the Summerlands, after Lambert is actually fucking awake.
Where: The Carnival, Supervisor's Grove
What: Stuffy magicians and a witcher become aware of plot, then may or may not get blisteringly drunk
Warnings: Drinking, swearing, not discussing traumatic experiences but certainly thinking about them very loudly!

The directions that Lambert provides to the trailer in the Supervisor's Grove are clear and concise, but even if Strange made a complete hash of them it's still not hard to pick out the trailer with the open door and windows to let the breeze in.

Once he gets inside, he'll find an open space that's been converted into a laboratory of sorts. On one side of the room, several bulky somethings have had canvas sheets thrown over them, presumably to keep the dust from accumulating -- and from a month away, quite a bit has -- but the other side has some kind of chemistry setup laid out, beakers and burners and various kinds of equipment for distillation and refining components Lambert needs. Another workbench has been set up as some kind of assembly station, though it's hard to tell at a glance what for. More recognizably, one corner is entirely devoted to large copper vessels that are unmistakably some sort of alcohol still.

There are multiple vials with eerily shifting liquids organized by color along one wall, but what Lambert is looking at and holding up to the light now is a larger bottle. When he hears Strange come in, the witcher turns, golden tail lazily swinging to the side.

As with all the other Carnival workers, his changes have come back full force, scales and horns and all. Unfortunately, Lambert also looks even shittier than the last time Strange saw him, although he might not have gotten a good look: dark, blood-red veins creep across his face, curling under the surface of his skin like snakes, and he's looking a little grey, dark circles under his eyes. However, since his body's worked through most of today's dose of Swallow, it's not as bad as it looks. Really! But it looks pretty bad, so that's not saying much.

"Hey."
kingsroads: (this won't end well)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-02 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Strange...actually doesn't look half bad. After gossiping and chatting with some of the fae of the Summerlands, they were more than happy to use some healing magic on Strange who was more than happy to accept after he extracted an amazingly long and bizarrely specific promise full of legalese and terms and conditions to take care of almost any eventuality that might screw him over.

Fool me once, et cetera, et cetera. Of course, his chest is still sore and various scratches still linger on his arms and legs, but at least he no longer feels like walking death and no longer looks absolutely awful, just kind of awful. Lambert, on the other hand, looks terrible, and Strange doesn't even bother to hide that expression of worry that flits across his face for a second.

"You look awful," Strange can't help but tease, with a small little awkward smile. Is this good? Can they go back to teasing each other? How precisely does one confront the elephant in the room of Strange straight up trying to murder Lambert? "I brought some food, as you asked. Cheese, bread, some apples, some grapes, and a half dozen or so boiled eggs."

He holds up a picnic basket, nicked from the cookhouse, with the food in question inside. Hope Lambert likes cheese and apples cause Strange is going to eat most of the eggs himself
kingsroads: (maybe we can talk about other things?)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-02 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Drinking out of beakers. Well, all right then, this seems to be a thing that's happening. Inwardly, Strange just wonders why Lambert didn't ask him to bring cups, but then again, the man often made decisions that made no sense.

He walks over towards the bench, sits the basket down, and reaches in to pull out an egg for himself. Unless the witcher tells him to knock it off, Lambert's probably going to find eggshells all over the floor of the building because Strange starts peeling the egg, absolutely unaware that he's making a mess.

"So, what first? The information or the object I've got to show you?"
atouts: (036; two of pentacles)

[personal profile] atouts 2017-08-02 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
'Some form of a Childermass' is fairly accurate, by the way. He is actually there, in some form, just not the one anyone might expect. A handful of things came back with him from Portland and it wasn't only a pair of jeans and a now useless cellphone, but the memory of another form, smaller, and even more covered in feathers than he normally is.

While he's been absent around the carnival as a human, he has been keeping an eye on Strange as a crow. When the man finally left to go speak with Lambert, it was only natural to follow, and now, here he is, perched near whatever window or hatch Lambert has cracked open to help deal with whatever fumes his laboratory may put out.

It's easy to eavesdrop this way, especially when you're light enough and small enough to miss easily.
kingsroads: (this won't end well)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-02 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Strange rolls his eyes slightly, more to be a bit of a drama queen than with any menace. Still, any further egg shell bits are going in the trashcan. He'll pick up the ones already on the floor once his hands aren't full of food.

"It's more along the lines of information leading up to a request." Still, there's no use continuing to stall for time so after a pause, Strange continues. He doesn't meet Lambert's eyes as he talks, instead focusing on peeling the shell off the egg.

"When I froze the carnival during Alola, it was due to a faerie I summoned, one who went by the name Frost. Frost knew of the Ringmaster, though he called her the Beast. Well, when we were in Portland, Nightshade also knew of Frost, despite the fact that they were of opposite courts, and knew enough about the Ringmaster to guess that the Beast wasn't from their world."

Turns out that all the fae know all the other fae (and are also mad gossipy but that's neither here nor there). Strange pauses for a moment before he continues talking. "I don't know what this means aside from the he-knows-her aspect of the fae could put English society to shame. But the carnival...we're not entirely good at keeping a low profile. If they so wanted, I've no doubt that the Portland fae could track our movements and manage to find us."

He's paying absolutely no attention to that bird hanging out on the window. Hello there bird, what's up.
kingsroads: (i might have goofed that up)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-02 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Right. Lambert barely knew anything about the fae nonsense in Portland, did he. Damn, now he'll definitely need to write this down, there's no way Lambert's going to remember this all. By now Strange has finished peeling the egg and takes a bite out of it. He chews and swallows before talking again.

"I suppose we should call it what it is. Nightshade's the one who controlled me and made me attack you and the others in the Count's castle." Call a spade a spade, call a brainwashing faerie a brainwashing faerie. Strange just says it in a matter of fact tone, though it's obvious he's trying his hardest to keep his voice level, to not let the anger and disgust he feels at the whole situation shine through.

Still, he can't help but give Lambert a small little smile as the other man shows his disgust. It is an amusing thought, Lambert dealing with politics. Amusing in a way where it'd be even funnier if Strange was watching from the sidelines and not dealing with both Lambert and politics head on.

"Don't worry. I've experience dealing with kings, gentry, and all of that sort. Shove me off to deal with the fae and the politics while you go find something to stab in the background."
kingsroads: (well phooey)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-02 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Strange catches Lambert's expression and manages to understand it almost instantly. Unfortunately, he doesn't know much either and responds to Lambert's look with a simple shrug. "I think Arcadia's the main realm of the fae. However, I don't know specifics. I never talked about it with either Nightshade or Frost."

There's obviously something going on in Strange's mind as he finishes eating the egg. He pauses for a moment, mulling his words over before deciding fuck it. He needs to ask Lambert this. As he talks, he reaches for one of the beakers of alcohol because he's going to need this just as much.

"There is a chance that the Portland fae will find us somehow. If that happens and I am controlled by Nightshade again, I need you to kill me." And, because he knows that Lambert's probably not going to like that, Strange continues talking, just talking over any immediate objections the witcher might raise. "I've already made an arrangement with the Ringmaster to be brought back to life--much like she herself is doing right now, I assume. But we both know it's lucky I only hurt other carnival members." Yuya, Steven, possibly even Peridot, Strange knows that it's luck and his own ignorance of their skills that kept them alive.
kingsroads: (hrrmph)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-02 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't have any better ideas!" Strange snaps, annoyed tone in his voice. "She's a True Fae, Lambert, do you know what that means? None of us here could even attempt to match her power or undo her influence in the first place. I can only think of one magician who would have the slightest chance at doing something like that and it certainly isn't me!"

It's obvious the way his voice breaks, the way his hands start trembling despite the fact that Strange is trying to keep them calm, the way Strange just refuses to look Lambert in the eye, that he's scared as hell of Nightshade. He has to complete his contract, he has to save Arabella. He can't do that if he's enthralled by someone else. And for all his blustering and repression and trying to seem like everything fine, he's got this, Strange is absolutely terrified that what happened to him in Portland will happen again.

He takes a larger than expected swig of the alcohol to try and calm his nerves...but then discovers that this is like some 30% hooch and starts coughing and choking slightly.
kingsroads: (it's the hot mess express)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-02 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Strange just pauses for a moment, taking another, smaller drink as he does so. Because he recognizes what this is. This is Lambert's attempt at comfort, trying to ease Strange's worries about this whole debacle. And part of him is just so grateful that Lambert's even making an attempt in the first place.

It's just that the attempt is really terrible. Strange could easily counter with how the fae aren't griffins or trolls, how the spell that trapped them came at the expense of the world itself, how they could be beaten but it would be damn harder now that both sides knew what they were going up against, how they'd have access to so many more resources now that they weren't cut off in Portland...but honestly, it's a bit of a losing fight and he's still a bit too frayed to give Lambert a laundry list of all the ways that his plan of 'learn about the monster and then probably stab it' won't really work.

This only impresses on Strange that he's going to have to come up with a plan himself, some sort of spell or ritual that would be better than get info and then possibly stab.

"Do all of your comparisons default to killing monsters?" He can't help but ask, leaning over to grab some bread from the basket. Strange is actually looking at Lambert this time as he talks. The fear's still obvious in his eyes, but he's at least giving the witcher a weak smile to go along with his gentle teasing.
kingsroads: (dude are you sure?)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-02 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Now that's some interesting information he didn't know about. They weren't in Arcadia right now, but perhaps the spell caused the Summerlands to forget about them as well? He'll need to ask around, bother the fae, see what's what. After all, he's got a sneaking suspicion that other people in the carnival are going to keep a bit of a distance.

"That wouldn't surprise me," he muses, after swallowing a mouthful of bread. "Nightshade was particularly put out that she was stuck there for so long." Though the fact that Lambert keeps on calling the Ringmaster 'the Beast' just makes Strange's weak smile grow a little stronger.

"You can call her the Ringmaster, you know. That's who she is." And then he takes another sip from the beaker and winces. The slightly potent taste just throws him for a loop every time it hits his taste buds.
kingsroads: (maybe staring makes it work)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-03 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"As blunt as this sounds, there is precedent for some of her more extreme behavior. Remember our trip to hell?" Aka remember the time the Ringmaster literally ate the heart of her ex-girlfriend. Lambert might think this is different but, as much as Strange loved the Ringmaster's company, there were some definite things about her that made someone remember just how not human she was.

As for the Winter's Claw...how Strange would love it if that was just something that happened in Portland, nothing to do with the Ringmaster herself. But her address sticks in the back of his mind. The Ringmaster could have been a heartless fae who would be happy to murder someone based on their looks just as Strange could have been a heartless man keeping a servant bound out of sheer spite.

"Oh, I've an entire list of things to ask the Ringmaster when she gets back," he mutters, with a sigh. This whole dying thing is far too inconvenient, RM. "I'll put that on the list somewhere." Strange knocks back the rest of the beaker with the ease of someone who's been chugging poison for the past few weeks.
kingsroads: (small cheeky little smile)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-03 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Well I wanted to tell you what I learned about the fae," Strange explains, with a little shrug. "But I do have something to show you as well."

And Strange just seems so excited as he stands up, setting his empty beaker down on the table. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulls out a ruby gem, the size of a ping-pong ball. He holds it up to the light so Lambert can see the stone as well.

"Now don't get any ideas. This isn't for you, though I do have some books you should borrow back at my trailer--oh damn I'll need to remind Childermass about the books as well." That is, if the other magician would even speak to him after this. He knows Childermass is alive and well enough to talk about the Ringmaster (how did he find out she had died anyway?) though any other details beyond that, Strange doesn't know. The lure of books would worked to draw Norrell into conversation but Strange honestly has no idea how well they would work for Childermass.

"Here, help me clear off some table space and I'll show you what it can do."
kingsroads: (aw small smile)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-03 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Very carefully, Strange sets the stone down on the table, point down. Oddly enough, it balances perfectly despite the fact that it really shouldn't be doing that at all. And then, from the stone into the air, projects a memory. It's Arabella, gently chastising Strange for something. Snippets of conversation flit in and out--it's hard to remember every spoken word of a conversation, after all. But the general gist of the memory is obvious enough: it's Arabella telling her husband to get a goddamn job.

A man needs an occupation, Jonathan, the memory of Arabella says, as Strange just stares at her, absolutely twitter-patted and madly in love despite the context of the memory. It's amazing how just seeing his wife, hearing her voice, does absolute wonders for Strange's psyche. Any remaining trace of fear or terror in his expression is just melting away as he hears her voice and sees her face.

God. It's been months since he heard her voice. Something like this...it's amazing.

"That's Arabella," he simply offers as an explanation, once he realizes that Lambert probably has no clue who the woman projected by the stone is.
kingsroads: (small little smiles)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-08-03 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"It shows other memories as well." Strange picks up the gem and the memory fades away into nothingness. "And, if I spin it, it also plays music."

Again, he gingerly sets the gem down on the table, point down. This time the memory is another that doesn't make much sense. It's Arabella sitting down at a table, making herself breakfast and talking to Strange about something. Carefully, Strange reaches over and gingerly twists the gem into a spin. It remains perfectly upright while it spins, like a children's top. The music it starts playing is honestly a little unnerving at points but Strange just keeps staring at the memory with a doe-eyed expression.

"This was when I returned from the peninsula," he explains, lost in his own memories and not really paying any attention to Lambert. "I always knew she was beautiful but that morning, when I was looking at her...she seemed like the most beautiful woman in all creation."

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