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lostcarnival2016-12-21 09:34 am
kingsroads) wrote in lostcarnival2016-12-21 09:34 am
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[ota] have to believe we are magic
WHO: Jonathan Strange & you!
WHERE: various points around the carnival
WHEN: Days 33/34
WHAT: actually doing his job + failing a bit at magic + accidentally succeeding a bit at magic
WARNINGS: n/a!
in the main tent: showing off some
To the surprise of everybody, Strange is actually doing his damn job. Granted, his damn job of a magician instead of his damn job as a mercenary with the Nightrunners, but he's staying in the carnival for now, trying to keep an eye on Childermass as best he can. After all, Strange knew in theory that Childermass knew how to rest, but he wasn't entirely sure if he knew in practice.
So here he is, in the main tent, actually practicing. Sometimes you can find him just staring at a candelabra, as if staring will magically make it do something. Other times, Strange is actually working magic, as a giant top made out of the dirt floor of the tent spins around the stage, or animals made of straw prance around the area.
The most notable thing about all this? Strange looks downright relaxed as he works his magic, possibly the most relaxed he's been since he first arrived.
anywhere: like the one thing childermass is better at than him
Something's weird about that patch of shadows out of the corner of your eye. It almost seems like it's trying too hard to be shadows. The stillness is unnatural and you can't shake the feeling you're being watched. It's not changing with the light, instead the shadows remain just shadows, no matter what. Occasionally, facial features can be made out in the shadows, that of a tall, wild-haired man, concentrating very hard on not being seen.
And then the shadows sneeze. Whoops.
"Damn," Strange can't help but swear to himself as he suddenly becomes visible, peeling himself off the shadows of whatever building he's up against. He sniffles a bit as he carefully rubs at his nose with clawed hands. "I still don't entirely understand how he manages to do it so well."
trailer 29: sorry y'all his bad
Strange is in his trailer (which honestly, is a bit of a mess, with stacks of paper on too many surfaces, this is what you get when you give the eccentric a closed space.) He sits at the table, a candelabra in front of him. Match lit, Strange mutters something under his breath before he lights the candle.
What he muttered was a summoning spell, something to summon a faerie. After all, it worked back home, why not see if it works here, while they're in faerie. The worst that could happen was that it didn't work, after all (Strange has very low standards for 'the worst that can happen') So, as the candle is lit, you find yourself randomly in this guy's trailer...and wow, is Strange a bit confused at your arrival.
"Hmm. It wasn't supposed to bring in workers."
( ooc: so because I thought it's hilarious, I kept Strange's ability to summon fairies except, surprise, it's weird in the carnival and he's equally likely to have summoned someone tainted with faerie magic aka characters in the game. This'll default more to veteran characters/characters with more changes but if you want your character to have been pulled out of what they were doing to appear in some rando's trailer, I am all for that! drop me a pm or plurk @allikateor if you have any questions! )
WHERE: various points around the carnival
WHEN: Days 33/34
WHAT: actually doing his job + failing a bit at magic + accidentally succeeding a bit at magic
WARNINGS: n/a!
in the main tent: showing off some
To the surprise of everybody, Strange is actually doing his damn job. Granted, his damn job of a magician instead of his damn job as a mercenary with the Nightrunners, but he's staying in the carnival for now, trying to keep an eye on Childermass as best he can. After all, Strange knew in theory that Childermass knew how to rest, but he wasn't entirely sure if he knew in practice.
So here he is, in the main tent, actually practicing. Sometimes you can find him just staring at a candelabra, as if staring will magically make it do something. Other times, Strange is actually working magic, as a giant top made out of the dirt floor of the tent spins around the stage, or animals made of straw prance around the area.
The most notable thing about all this? Strange looks downright relaxed as he works his magic, possibly the most relaxed he's been since he first arrived.
anywhere: like the one thing childermass is better at than him
Something's weird about that patch of shadows out of the corner of your eye. It almost seems like it's trying too hard to be shadows. The stillness is unnatural and you can't shake the feeling you're being watched. It's not changing with the light, instead the shadows remain just shadows, no matter what. Occasionally, facial features can be made out in the shadows, that of a tall, wild-haired man, concentrating very hard on not being seen.
And then the shadows sneeze. Whoops.
"Damn," Strange can't help but swear to himself as he suddenly becomes visible, peeling himself off the shadows of whatever building he's up against. He sniffles a bit as he carefully rubs at his nose with clawed hands. "I still don't entirely understand how he manages to do it so well."
trailer 29: sorry y'all his bad
Strange is in his trailer (which honestly, is a bit of a mess, with stacks of paper on too many surfaces, this is what you get when you give the eccentric a closed space.) He sits at the table, a candelabra in front of him. Match lit, Strange mutters something under his breath before he lights the candle.
What he muttered was a summoning spell, something to summon a faerie. After all, it worked back home, why not see if it works here, while they're in faerie. The worst that could happen was that it didn't work, after all (Strange has very low standards for 'the worst that can happen') So, as the candle is lit, you find yourself randomly in this guy's trailer...and wow, is Strange a bit confused at your arrival.
"Hmm. It wasn't supposed to bring in workers."
( ooc: so because I thought it's hilarious, I kept Strange's ability to summon fairies except, surprise, it's weird in the carnival and he's equally likely to have summoned someone tainted with faerie magic aka characters in the game. This'll default more to veteran characters/characters with more changes but if you want your character to have been pulled out of what they were doing to appear in some rando's trailer, I am all for that! drop me a pm or plurk @allikateor if you have any questions! )
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Now here comes the hard part. Because, to Strange's annoyance, the spell didn't work. He's just staring at his reflection, not watching Norrell do...whatever he's doing back in London. Probably talking to Lascelles or something equally irritating. But he needs to convince Childermass that the spell did work if he wants to get him over here and transport the two at least to the general vicinity of the doctor's tent. What would Arabella think if she saw him like this, acting? He'd tried many professions before settling on magician but none of them had been actor.
Well, one way to find out just how good he is. Strange looks over at Childermass, looking smug and triumphant. "A spell to see what my enemy is doing," he explains, mad grin on his face, as he stands back up. "The first piece of magic I've ever performed, this time with slight moderations. Come over here and take a look. I'm sure you'll be interested at the results."
A technical truth: he'll be interested to see that nothing happened before Strange attempts to transport them out of there.
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"Was it?" He wonders, had he ever heard that story before? No. The first magic he recalls from Strange is what he had shown off all the way back in Hanover Square and it hadn't been that. "A strange spell to pick for your first," he adds thoughtfully, wondering why Strange would need a spell like that so early on, but the past isn't really what they were discussing before.
He'll move on, though he won't walk over just yet.
"And a strange spell to pick for an audience, too. They won't be able to see anything, much less care who your enemy might be."
But it could be Strange being, well, strange again, distracted by the first spell to come to mind...
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"Oh, no, this isn't for the audience. This is simply to see if I could do it." But since Childermass isn't coming over just yet, Strange is going to just keep pretending that nothing's wrong, that the spell worked perfectly, as he looks down at the puddle as if he can see things that aren't his reflection.
"A man under a hedge sold the spell to me back at Shropshire," just said nonchalantly as if men under hedges make perfect sense. "I took it, I performed it, it worked. I decided that was reason enough to become a magician."
But why isn't he coming over...ah. And then Strange realizes, of course Childermass is staying over there, he doesn't know that Norrell counts as Strange's enemy (although really, who else would it be? The man destroyed his book, after all) ergo he's not interested in what's happening at the first place. He probably thinks Strange's enemy is Drawlight or someone else. Well, time to attempt to draw him in further. Strange wrinkles his nose as if spotting something distasteful, looking down at the puddle again while trying to keep Childermass in the corner of his vision.
"And there he is, talking with Lascelles again," just said a little bit too casually. "I honestly don't see what Norrell sees in that man."
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Yeah. He can believe that, actually, all too well.
"I don't suppose that man had a name, did he?" Childermass has to ask, purely out of curiosity. It no longer matters, of course, but it wouldn't hurt him to know. Though if he'll ever get an answer to that is up in the air, because Strange goes on to mention Lascelles and it takes some effort to not go over there immediately to look. What Strange will see from the corner of his eye is how just mentioning that damn name gets a brief flicker of irritation, because, man, that guy...
Though it might surprise Strange that he's well aware that, if he's using that spell, he isn't at all shocked he's spying on Norrell and his nasty little Londoner friends. That he could get through Faerie to do so is impressive, though, so, after trying to decide if looking into the past might be detrimental somehow or not, he gives up and gives in to curiosity.
Childermass leaves the table's side, idly pocketing his other hand as if to even things out for the time being. Oh, he'll cross over to where Strange is looming over the puddle, just as planned. He's going to be kicking himself later for trusting any of this, but for now, here he is, trying to peer over Strange's shoulder.
"I could make a few guesses, but none of them would be very kind--" Wait. Something's wrong here, nothing but reflections in the little pool of water. His brow furrows, he frowns. "Where are you seeing them?"
keywords. c:
When Childermass starts walking towards him, Strange looks away for a moment, so that he can get as much of the incantation muttered before Childermass spots him, realizes he's casting a spell, and then bolts. Thankfully (or not thankfully for poor Childermass), Strange manages the incantation right as he arrives. With a triumphant look in his eyes, he grabs Childermass's good hand and steps right into the puddle.
One moment they're there, and the next they're not as the two magicians vanish into the puddle. One of the tricks of the carnival's magic is the lack of King's Roads—it's less than a second later when the two of them appear, standing in another puddle outside of the big top and among an array of tents. Of course, there's not any puddles inside the doctor's tent. And, considering that Strange was aiming for 'as close to the tent as possible', there's enough distance when they pop out that they aren't directly at the tent. Strange can't help but let out a triumphant little laugh as he straight up attempts to yank poor Childermass in the direction of the doctor's tent.
"Come! We're headed this way." And he starts walking, assuming that of course he'll be able to pull Childermass along behind him. Of course, Strange seems to have forgotten that if it's a contest of brute strength between him and Childermass, Childermass is definitely going to win.
boo rash decisions >:[
"No, we are not."
He doesn't yell. He isn't much for yelling. No, his words are quiet, but angry, threatening in a way that doesn't need to be loud. The next time Strange tries to yank on his arm, he'll find the man he's pulling along will not be moved, as he digs a heel into the ground and yanks right back. If he can, he'll pull Strange right back the other way, only he won't be moving from where he stands, so it'll be pulling him right back into Childermass himself.
Ever wanted to experience what a headlock feels like, Strange? Because guess what, today is his lucky day! As that'll be his fate, provided he doesn't slip away before he's caught.
noooo rash decisions are the best
Maybe this was a bad idea.
In between squirms, he manages to look up at Childermass, giving him an exasperated frown. "Is this really necessary?"
Says the man who caused all this drama in the first place.
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Which was, of course, that he shouldn't be out and about in the first place. That all said, Childermass turns to go.
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However, he will call out, just to get the last word. "There's no harm in visiting the doctor's, you know!"
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"You're right! Perhaps you should go on without me and get your head checked!"
And then he's turning a corner to cut between the tents, gone from sight.
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So much for feeling sorry for that idiot.