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Lost Carnival Mods ([personal profile] ringleaders) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-02-26 02:17 pm

⇨ THE MASQUERADE

Who: Everyone! Attendance is mandatory.
When: Late Day 65
Where: The Celebration
What: The Masquerade arrives, and so does the carnival's enemies. For more info, check out the Draculas 101.
Warnings: Further party hell. Also, vampire violence, mind control, etc.

THE HOST & THE HORDE

The time of the Masquerade arrives. You've been given free reign of the place up till now, but a few hours before the party commences the Host will inform you that your presence will be required, and will assist you (forcibly, if need be) to sort out any last minute costuming concerns you might have if you've left it until now. When masks and outfits are sorted, you'll be left to your own devices until you are summoned on the evening of Day 65.

The Masquerade will start off normally - relative to everything else in this place, at least. Everyone in the Celebration will be called in for this event, centered in a grand hall with side rooms offered to those that need them for whatever reasons might come up. The food and drink is especially ambrosia-esque this evening, and the music will stir your soul, even if you're not usually a music person. Enjoy it if you can - the peace won't last.

► MASKS: Though the masks seemed only mundane before, once within the Masquerade atmosphere, they will magically begin obscuring people's identities beyond what a normal mask should be able to do. When a person is wearing one, it would be supernaturally difficult to figure out who they are - maybe you forget what their voice should sound like, or maybe the other details escape you. Of course, it's possible to figure out if you look for it, based on general shapes and personality traits, but unless you know someone well it could be a challenge. Of course, you can just take your mask off and remove the enchantment entirely - though the Host will hassle you if they notice you going without. Stop ruining the party!

► TEMPTATION: Though it's felt easy to be whisked away by the draw of pleasure and luxury during the rest of the week, that feeling will seem to come to a head at the actual party. If you are aware of what needs to be resisted then it's possible to fight back and ignore it, but more than ever it feels all too easy to just dance your life away. Nobody seems to be dying from it, at least, or 'burning out' any faster as a result - it's mostly just extremely distracting from other concerns. Like vampires, for instance.

VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE
It's during the latter half of the party that things will start to go bad. Though it will go unseen by the carnival, the Masquerade has gained an additional set of guests - the vampire's of the demon lord that has been chasing them for the last several months. The Host doesn't discriminate, and anyone is welcome to attend the Celebration, provided they don't start a fight.

Right. About that.

► THE KINDRED: The vampires don't like to play fair, which means that they are going to be attacking with stealth and trickery - taking advantage of the way that the party has dulled the alertness of many of the carnival's workers. They'll be using that lack of inhibition to lure individuals into places they can be attacked or turned in private - their primary goals are to capture the Supervisors and to turn as many of the Ringmaster's workers as possible before escaping back to their dimension. Some of their targets will be gone before anyone has a chance to notice.

Remembering that they will be avoiding big public confrontations, so if anyone starts one of those it will probably by the carnival members striking back. This is going to wear on the Host's patience extremely quickly.

► COLD IRON: Oh, right, and they are definitely bringing iron weapons - as pure as they could get. They'll have things like iron collars or shackles to try to trap people with, as well as iron daggers and guns with iron bullets. They'll have to be on the down low with, but they are going to exploit that weakeness as much as possible. Those that have only been in the carnival a few months will mostly just feel discomfort at the touch of it - as if they are touching something that is slightly too hot or too cold. Veterans that have been around for years will find its touch to be burningly cold - the type of temperature that would threaten to destroy flesh after prolonged contact. Those that have been here for up to three years will take it the worst. See the Transformations page for more details!

► TURNING THE TABLES: Being turned is a mixture of pleasure and pain, and is often hard for mortals to mentally reconcile as it happens to them. Being drained by these vampires is simultaneously impossibly satisfying and extremely terrifying - once they've started in on your, the way it overwhelms your mind and body can make it nearly impossible to stop them without help. Once you are dead or dying, they will feed you their blood - at which point your body will go through a painful transformation as the demon spirit takes its place inside of you and your dead body is violently resurrected.

As soon as you wake up, freshly changed, the bloodlust will set it - it will be extremely hard to control, and at first all you will think about is wanting to sate that hunger. Combined with your sire having direct control if your mind through your blood connection, new vampires will be mostly incapable of doing anything but following the whims of the rest of the vampire pack and seeking nourishment. This blood lust will begin to fade after they've fed. Killing isn't necessary to feed, but it can be hard to stop yourself, as a neonate vampire.

► CLOSING TIME: Before the party is officially over, the Host will have had enough. Before you can pursue all of the vampires or take back the people they've stolen, the lot of them will have escaped back to their dimension, and the Host will have kicked the entire carnival out for participating in so much violence. If you want to make any final moves before you go, this is the time.
cuckooed: (i will amputate your fingers i stg)

The Capture of Koel Babic | OTA

[personal profile] cuckooed 2017-02-26 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, a masquerade. It reminded her of days long past, when she had graced the courts of kings as a charming young duke, back when morals were as loose as stays were tight and the etiquette tighter. She is a bird again, a merry robin dancing a quadrille. A hawk, staking out all the lovely things with masks. Back when things like this couldn't be spoiled.

She spots a sweet young woman beckoning to her, and she smiles back. To her rooms? Of course. They make it up to the hallways, when her new friend begins to kiss her. On the cheek, on the lips. Teasing, tempting.

Then the girl's eyes lit on Koel's neckline, and dove for it.

Oh.

Oh no.

Koel's hands were on the other's cheeks, yanking her away. She may have gotten carried away but she wasn't THAT gone the she didn't know what a kill shot from a monster was. The girl's eyes were wide and bright red beneath the mask, before they glazed over once Koel cleanly snapped her neck.]


...They're here.

[And from bedroom doorways they did indeed come. A dozen of them, in fact, none of them as pathetically weak as the dead girl judging by the scent of power that filled the hall. They all held iron in their hands, indicating to Koel exactly why they were here.

They hadn't forgotten the last battle either.

For her part, Koel let out a snarl.]


Why don't you drop your weapons and settle this with me the right way. Cowards.

[That got most of them to acquiesce. Vampire pride is vampire pride after all.

So Koel lowered her knees, letting out a war trill as they rushed her. She wasn't going down without a fight and they knew it.

(She could use some help.)]
pipers_son: (bestia-domitor) (How do you say "get out of my)

[personal profile] pipers_son 2017-03-01 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, all she gets is some feathery asshole suddenly careening from the air into one of the young vampires. Ah- how nostalgic.]

[At least this time Joker knows what he's doing with his wings, foot stomping down into the vampire's head as its kin whirl on him before he tries to take to the air again.]


Koel, christ alive!

[It probably says something about how he's more terrified of her right now than any of the vampire attackers.]

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Sora | ota

[personal profile] destiny_key 2017-02-26 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
A) During the Party

Out of all the parties Sora's been to this week, this is probably one of the more chill ones. Moreover, it seems like everyone in the entire building is here, and only in the fanciest of dress. Sora himself is rocking a suit and mask that make him look very dashing, indeed.

He'll be around all evening (not like he has a choice), hanging out with anyone he can find.

B) From a Fake Vampire to a Real one [closed]

Honestly, he's not sure why he went into the side room. Looking back, it was super obvious he was being controlled, an easy feat with his guard down like it was, but at the time, he'd just been curious about its contents. The contents were, of course, vampires.

Sora follows the voice, curious, way too curious for his own good (he'd always been like that, though) into the side room. The inside of the room is smokey, like someone's had a cigarette recently, and he crinkles his nose at the smell. He waves the smoke away from his face with one hand, and peers into the dim lighting.

It's at this point that he realizes that perhaps this wasn't the best idea, wandering off on his own, but it was a little late for regrets now. It's a little late to do anything, now, as a hand grabs him by the bicep and yanks him off to the side, pulling him around and shoving him roughly into a wall. Confused, Sora doesn't react for a split second, and his shirt and coat collar are wrenched aside and a pair of fangs sinks into his neck.

His first thought at this development is 'ouch', followed swiftly by something along the lines of 'what the actual hell'. He feels lightheaded, and his knees threaten to give out under him until an arm scoops around his waist to hold him up. Dimly, Sora is aware that he's been bitten by a vampire (a real, actual vampire, not a fake one like him), and he weakly tries to shove them away, to no avail.

Just as he's about to pass out, the vampire releases their mouth from his neck and gently allows him to slide down the wall to a sitting position. His head lolls back against the structure. Something is shoved into his mouth and it tastes like iron, like blood, and it's disgusting, but he doesn't have the energy to fight back, to move at all, and he's forced to drink it.

Again, he feels like he's going to pass out, and again he's pulled back from the brink, this time by a severe wave of pain slamming into his gut. Everything's on fire, god it hurts, hurts worse than anything, and then, he's gone.

C) Got the Munchies

Seeing Sora again in the latter half of the party is significantly different from seeing him in the first half. In fact, it's completely different from seeing him at any other time, period. He seems dazed and confused by the goings-on around him, and is being escorted by an adult man with silver hair and golden eyes, who occasionally stoops to whisper in Sora's ear.

When the party really 'gets going', eg people start fighting the vampires, that's when Sora really starts to move. It takes some prompting, but he's soooooo hungry... You can try to help him, but there's not much to help when his sire is behind him, puppeteering his every move.
ophidiarex: (Shouting for a Snake's Sake)

C as discussed!

[personal profile] ophidiarex 2017-02-26 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not that he's fighting. He's not. Snake isn't even carrying any poisonous snakes that could defend him from normal people, let alone vampires! But not even Joker's orders could make him leave now. Emily is missing.

Emily, the flirtatious milk snake, his primary voice, left his side to watch the party from high ground, but she's not on the pillar he left her at now. In this panic, she could have been stomped on, or worse! He won't, can't leave without her, but his search is getting nowhere. "'Emily! Emily, we need to go!' says Donne."

From the outside, he just looks like another frantic partygoer, except running towards, rather than away, and marked by the scaled pattern and unusual eyes that make him look like a carnival veteran. He's looking everywhere, but his eyes are focused on identifying one pattern. He doesn't notice Sora and his sire, even though they're barely 8 feet away when he slips on a spilt drink and falls.

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Sherlock Holmes | OTA

[personal profile] thevictoriandetective 2017-02-26 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
A. If you stare into the Abyss...

He picked a terrific time to start his trek back into sobriety. Of course, he hadn't gone exactly cold turkey, he didn't want to die. Weaning ones' self off of whatever poison he'd put in his system meant said poison was still in his system, just not to a point of kidney failure or brain frying. Still, the masquerade had its own enchantment and it was all too easy for his mind to get swept away in the party. He wore a mask that looked more like a snake skull, a top hat, and his clothes were quite dapper.

Sherlock is actually a really good ballroom dancer, he's graceful and surprisingly charming when he wanted to be. It didn't take long before he's swept up in the whirling kaleidoscope, masks blurring, laughter, and swirling music.

B. The Abyss stares back...

A woman that reminded him of Irene Adler managed to drag him into the shadows, attracting him not with a pretty face (only, because he supposedly didn't care about things like that, what, not him, no, not at all, he was above all that wasn't he, uh huh) but with a clever wit and intelligence. Whatever it was, he was drawn to her for some reason, and all his thoughts focused on her. She grinned as they went by the curtains, lifting her hand to his cheek as if she was going to kiss him, then--suddenly, he noticed she had pointed teeth and--

--they went right into his neck. Considering he was covered in scales this was probably not that easy.

A second later she pushed him away, holding her forehead and looking astonished and dizzy. She pressed her hand against the wall, steadying herself.

"Whoa. You...how are you even functioning with all that. Your system!?"

"What?" he blearily said, holding his own head. He was a swirl of confused emotions, fighting the effect of when she'd bitten him, he'd just melted...that wasn't...what was going on!? Was she some kind of vampire?

"Yeah, I'm gonna say no," she shook her head, and staggered back to the party, leaving a confused Sherlock behind.

And occasionally, a random vampire would grab him from the dance for a quick bite, much to his bewhilderment. None of them ever took more than a quick bite, but he had the oddest feeling he was being passed around.

C. So poke the Abyss in the eyes

Sherlock had to sit down. It was getting to be too much, and that was saying a lot, especially for him. The occasional vampire bite, the sweeties, the spell of the masquerade itself...his mind was absolutely useless and that's what finally alerted him. He couldn't think...why couldn't he just think!? He felt like he was in the center of a tilt-a-whirl, every thought produced yanked away from him and melting into a swirl of colors. He just wanted to have fun and dance...no...there was something wrong. He had to fight it!

He managed to find a table with some water and drank some as he tried to fight his way past the cotton wool in his brain. There was something nagging him, something the clever part of his brain that hadn't managed to be killled off yet by his bad habits or this place, was trying to tell him.

Vampires.

He realized he'd been noticing them stalking people, stalking him. Just because they hadn't killed him yet didn't mean they hadn't done it to anyone else.

Blast!

His deductive powers, while weakened with his mind like this, allowed him to somewhat figure out who people were despite the masks and enchantment. He raced for the nearest member of the Carnival he saw to warn them and see if they could do something about it.
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kingsroads: (well fuuuuuuck)

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[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-02-27 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
They had tried to shoot him! Whatever it was, those things, those creatures, they had tried to shoot him! Strange's hands tremble as he takes a drink. It's obvious just from his body language that something had happened, as he stands on the sidelines of the dance, wallflowering it up and trying to calm his shaking nerves. As such, even through the haze of the magic, it's glaringly obvious that he's a member of the Carnival.

Unfortunately, while Sherlock's deductive abilities might help him piece out who's who, Strange's entire lack of deductive skills are kicking his ass right now. When Sherlock walks up to him, almost instantly he's a bit defensive, not really knowing who the other man is and still on his guard because of the vampire.

"What do you want?" he can't help but ask, obviously rattled, as he takes another drink of his water.
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Lauren .. Well this will be no fun at all

[personal profile] mylastchance 2017-02-26 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Tuned In (OTA)
Lauren's own mask is completely nondescript. It's simple, black, and covers his cheeks and nose leaving only his eyes and mouth visible on his face. His finery too is plain, his tunic a kind of green crushed velvet and he pulls at it awkwardly as the rest of the party moves on around him. He can't recognize anyone, and is even having some trouble telling Susan apart from the rest of the crowd. It's a bit concerning, but at the same time it's freeing and he smiles a bit as it occurs to him that tonight he could be completely anonymous.

He isn't sure what it is, but there's something in the air tonight. Despite his usual sour mood he's smiling. He isn't dancing but he's tapping his foot in time with the music, He watches countless others, nameless unrecognizable people, twirl about on the dance floor.

Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all.


B. Turned Out (Closed to Susan)
He wouldn't be able to most nights, but for some reason today when a lady asks him for a dance he accepts, gladly. He doesn't have much experience dancing. He's a poor lead and he certainly makes a misstep or two at first, but he's been watching the steps all night. He knows the way direction to move his feet and when to turn around in the song, and it's fun, strangely. Even when he fumbles, dancing among others in a crowd makes him feel almost joyful. He isn't quite sure why he hadn't joined in before now.

When the song has ended and another is about to begin he laughs, stepping back from the stranger to end their dance. She's smiling, and he's glad she's had her fun, but she steps towards him again. She's pressing close now and he raises his hand to protest, when suddenly he feels a bit cold. A sense of fear runs through him and he shivers. She's in his space. He tries to pull back, but her grip is strong. She leans forward pressing her nose to his neck inhaling his scent and he shivers. He starts to struggle, but she wraps her hand around his neck and he stills. The way they're positioned it looks like nothing more than a kiss as she bites into the skin of his neck. Her fangs grow long as she drinks and his breathing shudders to a halt. He can feel her sucking the life out of him, and almost immediately he knows what this is. His eyes widen and he tries to pull away, but he feels weak, impossibly so. It's as though his limbs have been filled with lead.

His fingers twitch, but his hand won't move. He wants to stop her, to get away, but he can't. A fog settles over his mind, it's getting harder to think. His closes his eyes and his posture slackens. When he falls forward the woman catches him. She leans in giving him a kiss, but he doesn't respond. When she pulls back a small drop of blood drips from the corner of his lips.

here comes the drama

[personal profile] wild_magic 2017-02-27 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Dancing isn't quite Susan's thing, and so it was probably unsurprising when he (and his familiar, of course, also wearing a mask) slipped away into the crowd to eat and drink instead. It was more interesting than staying with his brother, after all.

But soon enough he comes back to where he left Lauren, taking longer than normal to find him, but finally recognizing him from his clothes and mask he heads towards him. He's surprised to see his brother dancing with someone, but that doesn't stop him from approaching - even when he sees her leaning into him intimately (although of course he makes a face at that) -

And then Lauren is falling, and the woman is catching him, and he charges forward, not sure yet if Lauren was attacked or if he's just suddenly ill, but either way he needs to be there. He sees her kiss him, and it only adds to his confusion, but at the same time it gives him the answer he needs - after all, if his brother was just ill, that would be an awfully strange thing to do. Not that it isn't strange if she attacked him, but it still makes more sense, somehow.

Soon enough he's there in front of them, immediately grabbing the woman by the arm with a shocking grasp spell.

"What did you do to him?!"

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Jamie, OTA

[personal profile] mildwildchild 2017-02-27 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
A: Partying!
Jamie didn't want to be here before and he really, really doesn't want to be here now. There's nothing objectionable about the masquerade in concept, except that for some reason it's mandatory for everyone to attend, and in light of his growing concerns about this place the forced attendance doesn't sit well with him at all. An elaborate leather outfit and metal mask are chosen for him, and now he's here, hugging the walls and nibbling morosely on some of the food on offer, simply because it keeps him from thinking too much about how uncomfortable he is.

B: Poor life choices!
At some point in the evening, Jamie feels something like a very gentle tug at the edges of his consciousness, something prompting him to look in a certain direction, head over that way, follow this corridor to a side room. It's quiet here, and pleasantly dim, and there's no one else around. Jamie feels the tension in him begin to unravel, bit by bit, and he pulls off the irritating mask and closes his eyes.

The hand over his mouth catches him by surprise, and before he can think to struggle there's a stabbing pain in his neck that's both the worst and best thing he's ever felt before, and he wants it to stop just as badly as he wants it to continue forever. He twitches in his captor's grip, whimpering in pain and confusion as all the strength leaves him and he slumps back into an unpleasantly clammy embrace. Something flows into his mouth - he recognizes the scent of blood and tries to pull away, but he doesn't have the energy to do anything but swallow the coppery fluid as it trickles down his throat.

He's lost in some black eternity of ingesting blood while he grows colder and colder and colder. It ends eventually, and there's another interminable period of feeling like his body's been packed in ice, but his natural reflexes aren't kicking in to help alleviate it. He's not even sure what this feeling is - has he been paralyzed? Drugged? Or maybe he's -

Something foreign shreds and claws its way into the core of his being, ripping apart the essence of himself and pulling the tatters around it until they've melded together into something Other. This, too, seems to take a very long time, and the pain it brings is indescribable.

Outside the room, the noise of the ongoing party drowns out his screams.

C: Predation!
His return to the festivities is as quiet as his brief exit. He ghosts through the crowd seemingly looking for something, prowling like an animal. At some point during the evening, you may find yourself with the faint, inexplicable urge to look into the shadows behind this pillar or that decorative statue, and find yourself facing Jamie, unmasked and staring at you very intently. And...seemingly bleeding from the corner of his mouth?...

Alternatively, the pull you feel may be much more compelling. Once his newly-turned prey has wandered off to feed, Jamie's sire emerges to do a little more hunting of his own. Tall, sturdily-built and intimidating, Irvine nonetheless moves with a fluid grace that belies his bulk, carefully investigating the partygoers in search of ones that meet his master's specific criteria. Turning one pathetic carnival initiate isn't nearly enough for him; the night is young, and he's eager to add a few more notches to his belt.

[Irvine is an adult vampire and is available to turn or nearly turn your character, fight them, etc etc. He relies mostly on subtlety, but isn't at all afraid to get physical if needed. Let me know if you want him, Jamie, both or either.]
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Already, Greg's gotten pulled aside by the Host a couple times for pulling his mask off. Forget the party, he needs to find someone! This is hard enough without this awful enchantment muddying his perception.

It makes it especially easy to notice, however, when someone else has taken their mask off. Or perhaps that's simply the urge to pay attention speaking. Either way, even if this isn't who Greg was looking for his attention is certainly piqued. Particularly by that distressing dark smudge at the lip.

"Hey--you're--it's Jamie, right?"

Greg slips his own mask, a weaving of leaves and creepers, up onto his forehead again. The whole situation has made him agitated and pretty impatient, but his concern overtakes the rest.

"Are you doing all right? Did something happen?"

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Night of the MOMPIRE

[personal profile] sunflowerfields 2017-02-27 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
A: Prelude (OTA)

Well, here we are at the masquerade. Hinawa is already plenty put-off by the general opulence of the celebration world, and this dance is the most decadent of all. Still, she's wearing a gown and a mask as directed. She hovers near the back of the great hall, content to be a wallflower for the rest of the evening and keep an eye out for her fellow carnival workers in case they find themselves a little too inebriated to dance. Of course, the masks make that last bit a little difficult, but that's not going to stop her from trying.

B: Intermission

As the evening wears on, however, the music starts to lull her into a dreamy state, and she starts to sway a little as she glances around at the crowd. And then she sees him.

A tall, dark man in a long coat and a... cowboy hat? At first she thinks her eyes are playing tricks on her, as he seems to glide in and out of her view, but then it becomes clear that he's approaching her. His mask is simple, but it obscures his features just enough to make her think...

"Flint?"

He doesn't speak, just takes her hands in his and leads her to the dance floor. She can hardly believe it. Flint is here! She's missed him so much, she just wants to fall into his arms and never leave. Sure, his grip doesn't feel the same, and his eyes are red, and he's never kissed her on the neck so passionately...

For a brief moment, Hinawa feels like she's awakened from a deep sleep. She looks around and sees that she's not in the great hall anymore, and she's alone with someone who's not Flint. She can't react quickly enough, though, and the next thing she knows, she feels a sensation like a pin prick in her neck. The man has his lips on her neck and he's...biting her? She lets out a yelp of protest and tries to reach up to push him away, but he's got her arms in his grasp. He bites deeper and begins to drink. It hurts at first until a cold, numb feeling fills her, and she starts to sink to her knees. Gently, the stranger lays her on the ground. Hinawa wants to scream, to run, to do anything at all, but all she can do is lay there and watch as the world starts to go dark.

As she slips away, she feels something hot and tasting of copper forced down her throat...

C: Epilogue (also OTA)

"Now go." It pains Hinawa to leave his side, but she's compelled to slip back into the party. Almost immediately, she's overwhelmed by the scent of the warm bloodbags everywhere. Her eyes start to glaze over. Her throat feels dry. She's starving. Something... is wrong. No, everything about this is wrong. If she doesn't get out of here, she knows she's going to do something terrible. She tries to turn and leave, but she glimpses the man in the doorway, and he slowly shakes his head disapprovingly. She can't leave, and as she runs her tongue over something new and sharp in her mouth she realizes she can't help herself.
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Meanwhile, Shima has yet to realize everything is going horribly, horribly wrong. Spotting Hinawa, his best guess is a nice lady distraught for one reason or another, which means he'll be breaking away from the dancing going on all around them to stroll on over.

"You okay, miss?" He asks when he's close enough to pop up at her side, smiling cheerfully — or sounding cheerful, anyway, thanks to his all-covering kitsune mask — like he more or less always is. "No, no, let me guess! Whoever you were dancing with ditched ya, is that it?"

Which he asks because, yes, he definitely is about to offer to dance with a much older lady. That's just how he rolls. Too bad he's about to get a new and starving vampire over, you know, an amusing rejection.
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Jonathan Strange | open!

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-02-27 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
a: prevampires
[ Aside from the magical 'it's hard to figure out who this person is' effects of his mask, there's a whole other collection of traits that Strange is displaying that are very...well, strange. He's a lot more put-together than he's been before, hair actually brushed and outfit almost impeccable. There's no trace of any sort of wildness or messiness that other carnival workers have come to associate with him.

But most obvious is that he is brooding it up something fierce. Strange will go out to dance if offered and he'll be congenial enough if drawn into conversation. But even the temptations and distractions of the masquerade can't distract him from what he had learned earlier that day, during his conversation with Childermass. It's a bit of a shock to find out surprise, your wife's actually alive and trapped in faerie, have fun trying to have fun with that little bombshell on your mind.

It's at one point that he decides fuck it, he might as well go find Childermass and actually confront him about why he didn't learn this information earlier. Unfortunately, that whole 'magically obscuring people's identities' thing puts a BIG OL'DAMPER on his plan. Damn this magic and damn his inability to actually do something about it! So sorry random person, Strange has lightly tapped you on the shoulder.
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Look here, I—ah. Terribly sorry, I thought you were someone else.

[ he's grumpy, the magic is messing with his head, and he's a bit tipsy, anyone can be mistaken for Childermass whether they're a tall northerner or not. ]

b: vampire attack
[ One of the neonates had lured Strange away to a private room, seemingly content to listen to the magician natter on about topics ranging from magic to how he's still a bit bitter towards Childermass right now to something about peninsulas. Strange being a sulky tipsy mess makes him a pretty easy target in the eyes of the vampires. Said neonate miiight want to have called for back-up.

Because as soon as Strange spots the gun the neonate's wielding and as soon as the vampire lunges for his neck, Strange panics. He is not getting shot again, not when he's got all the more reason to actually stay alive. The spell's out of his mouth before he even realizes what he's doing, as he points a finger at the neonate. A moment later, the vampire starts to shrink, growing feathers at a rapid rate. It only takes a few moments for what was a vampire to become a small bird, a robin that's exceedingly confused and pretty pissed off about it's new lack of teeth.

Nerves couple with the exhaustion from casting such a powerful spell: he needs a drink. Still tense and still wearing his mask, Strange bursts from the private room and makes a beeline for the punch bowl, pouring himself a drink with shaking hands.
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They have guns, [ said to whoever's also standing around, getting a drink for themselves and probably not expecting a frantic, tense magician to suddenly start up a conversation. ] That...that whatever it is, he tried to shoot me!

c: actually doing his job
[ The threat's become obvious as more people have started to fight the vampires. And man does Strange wish that this was outside. He can think of so many different combat maneuvers that he could use with actual elements but the limitations of a party hall are doing more damage than he realizes. You can't pull someone down with earth if there's not any earth you can manipulate to begin with. And it's so much easier to manipulate water when there's a well or an ocean, not a punch bowl or glasses of wine.

Still, he's a nightrunner and it's his job to protect the Carnival so he's going to try his best no matter what. By now he's gone ahead and taken off his mask entirely (sorry Host!) and is helping out in various ways of various degrees of subtlety. Perhaps you were about to enter a private room when your reflection in a nearby mirror catches your eye...except it's not your reflection, but that of Strange's, as he mouths the word "run." Or perhaps you're in actual combat when a thick mist appears out of nowhere, oddly localized around a five foot radius, giving you a chance to escape. Or perhaps you're this close to getting hypnotized when the flames of a nearby candlestick dangerously flare up, catching the vampire's coattails on fire and breaking the vampire's concentration. Surprise, it's Strange, just magicking it up in the background despite the fact that he looks exhausted and like he desperately needs a pick-me-up of some sort. Occasionally his magics actually hurt the vampires, but more often than not it's him trying to serve as a distraction.
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[personal profile] osteothropy 2017-02-27 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[And suddenly Sans is there, before he does that. He's been on the prowl, listening to signs of upset, and Strange's attack is just the first of what he expects will be many. The area is too big and the music is too loud to get the word out quickly, but that's the nice part of being able to teleport around.]

A vampire.

[He says it like he's answer Strange's question. He's not totally sure who this is yet.]

Who am I speaking to? You guys all look the same in here.

[Sans tips up his mask long enough to show his identity.]

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Yuugi Mutou | ota

[personal profile] toogoodtoopure 2017-02-27 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
during the masquerade

[If he hadn't been feeling snappy this morning, still trying to subconsciously fight the effects of the Celebration, Yuugi would have otherwise been pumped for the masquerade. Still, it's easy to brush it off and put it to the side once the mask was on. Now that Chiaki-san had pointed out he was slowly becoming a smaller version of Anubis, the irony of the mask didn't escape him. His outfit is a bit weird, but nothing stranger than usual, and he ignored the strange feeling in the pit of his gut as he mingles amid the masquerade, unable to really spot anyone he recognizes.

Which, y'know, should be a warning sign, but who's paying attention to those these days?]



first bite

[It's the first time in almost a week that he's felt any sort of pain. A searing sort that arches through his neck and sends his blood cold, chills running up his spine. Yuugi blinks, blearily opening his eyes and staring down at the blond head of hair that's nestled itself in beneath his chin as he tried to get a sense of where he was, raising a hand to his forehead to rub it before one comes up to latch around his wrist and pull it down.

Ah, right. He'd been sort of hanging out (read, not really dancing but pretending to) with a guy that reminded him idly of Jounouchi-kun, from what he could read behind the mask, before he'd dragged him off into a spare room, idly making out along the way. There was a thought about someone important to him, but whatever it was, it was gone by the time they reached the room. Then it was lips, tongue, teeth, the slighter teenager pressed against the wall, head tilted back...

He wakes up with a snap of wide violet eyes, feeling warm but thirsty, sated but not. There's a nose pressed into his hair at the nape of his neck, which throbs as he sits, curling in on himself with a small whine of a whimper. It hurts. Oh gods does it hurt. Yuugi draws his hands up to claw at his arms, only to have them drawn down and away and small kisses along his skin and purred words in his ear.

It's okay. Everything's fine.

Not much time has passed at all since Yuugi disappeared from the ballroom, but returning, there's something...different. He tilts his head, willingly following the young blond man across the room to, hopefully, a new source of food.

He's so hungry...

He growled, low in his throat, ears pulled back against his head as his sire turns to him with a small sigh and a wider smile.]


Be a good boy and don't leave your dinner unfinished, hmm~?


[ooc: Yuugi's going to be a bit hard to reach, due to the fact that he's pretty much feral for a newborn, but people can try and wrench him away from his sire. Add to the fact that his mask is now quite literally his face as part of a change, he's more bestial than anything.]
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first bite

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[ She'd lost track of him. It was something with the masks - she should be able to recognize his snout-like face without problem, but between the magic here and the vast number of animal-esque masks, it's a bit harder to tell.

And after too long without seeing him, she's starting to worry. ]


Yuugi-kun...? [ More focused now, she darts through the ball, hopping across and around the floor in an increasingly worried search for him. Everybody's here and it's not a huge room. She's got to find him eventually... right? ]

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Psi .. Panic at the Disco // OTA

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He's in a pretty good mood when he first arrives to the party. His mask is gold and black, and formed into the shape of a butterfly's wing on one side. His outfit a black dress with sheer stripes along the bodice. It's not often that he wears dresses, but out of everything in his closet this was the combination he had liked the best.

Unfortunately his good humor doesn't last for long. He's swept away by a handsome stranger to one of the private rooms, and then stabbed with a pure iron knife. He makes short work of his attacker, but it does little to make him feel better. The wound at his side pulses with pain as he walks. His breathing is haggard. He does his best to cover his injury with his hand, but it doesn't do much to stem the flow of purple blood. His eyes spark, red and blue color bleeding into the air around him. His mask has long been forgotten. The only thing on his mind now is finding his crew and protecting them.

"Chiaki? Ginko?!" he calls out each of there names in turns as he staggers through the party, the music and dancing that before had seemed so grand now making him nauseous. "Joker!? Sans!?"

His eyes sweep through the crowd searching for familiar faces but all he can see are strangers.
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Sora's wandering around the party, slightly more coherent than he'd been earlier now that he's had a drink or five. Still pretty hungry, though.

At first glance, he's by himself, but looking closer, one can see a golden-eyed man watching him like a hawk as the boy practically runs into Psi. It takes Sora a moment to even recognize him. He's got an arm wrapped around his middle, nails digging into his side, like he's trying to hold himself back.

"Psi...?" he asks, trailing off.

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Lambert | open!

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-02-27 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
dreaming

Unlike others who've had more time to absorb the idea that the celebration's not what it seems, Lambert's still struggling to shake off its effects, with only partial success. His gold-horned mask and heavily embroidered coat to match aren't characteristic of him, but the thick cloth conceals the potions and bombs he'd had the half-sense to take from his pack, insurance against trouble. He'd have brought his sword if he could, but he'd lost the meaning of why he was doing it half-way through. But it had seemed too much trouble to remove the other items, so on to the party he goes with them, silver wolf medallion still around his neck.

Instead of drinking (for some reason, he feels like he should stay away from that) he's occupying himself by dancing, and it's your turn next, it seems, as he's holding out a hand.

"May I have this dance?"

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A group of giggling 'lionesses' have tugged Lambert off to a side room, their gold-and-wood masks glinting merrily under the warm lights of the Celebration. He thinks it's going pretty well, right up until one of them bares a little too much fang, and then he's throwing himself off the furniture and rolling to his feet on the other side of the room.

A fighter, aren't you? One of them giggles, sliding what looks like little more than a metal tube out from under the folds of her skirt and pointing it directly at him. Lambert's never seen a real one before, but he remembers seeing one before -- when he was playing games in the arcade with Tamaki, although it had been flimsy and artificial then. He knows what that's called: it's a gun.

Do you know? It's like ... bang!

And it's a weapon.

Quen slams up at a flick of his fingers, absorbing the impact of the shot that makes his ears ring. The other two are drawing weapons too -- thankfully, no more guns, but no less wicked-looking. His reflexes are still sluggish, but he fumbles at his belt. A flash of teeth isn't enough for him to identify what he's fighting, but he knows one tried and true method of dealing with a lot of things.

Anyone walking past the doors at this point will hear a soft paff and then a sudden roar as things burst into flame. Lambert barrels through a moment later, still smoldering slightly.

Beyond the door, three silhouettes move closer. It seems this fight isn't over yet.

[ ooc; I'll be tagging around as well, but if you need him to show up anywhere or want a specific set-up post, just hmu on el plotting post! ]
Edited (holy html fail batman also i just needed to make it more dramatic like a flashback sequence in a real show let me live) 2017-02-27 05:06 (UTC)
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awake, unfortunately

[personal profile] osteothropy 2017-02-27 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
More than anything, Sans really wants a drink right now. What he gets, though, is a stabbed fellow coworker and the knowledge that vampires have infiltrated the party, with the Ringmaster nowhere to be found. This is the moment he's known was coming. The moment when handling this was entirely down to him and Mari, by job description.

He's left his mask on, after realizing, because when there are vampires out to get you being unseen might actually be a key advantage. It means that he can skirt around the party and observe, trying to locate other carnival members with visual evidence, and tell them to get the hell out.

A room bursting into flame is more visual evidence than was strictly necessary, but he'll take it.

As soon as he sees Lambert roll out, Sans reacts instinctively. With a gesture of his claws, a row of bones pierces up through the floor, blocking the doorway as Lambert recovers. The first question is simple.

"There anybody else in there?"
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osteothropy: (the song that plays when you die)

SANS | OPEN AND CLOSED ISH

[personal profile] osteothropy 2017-02-27 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
► IT'S A LIVING, HOPEFULLY
Sans barely gets the enjoy the party - as if he even could, left undisturbed. Once the violence starts, he's on it post-haste, the panicked tales of sudden assaults and shootings making it clear that the enemy has followed them. Out of everything he was concerned about this week, this wasn't one of them, but at least it's a problem he knows how to fight.

Mostly, anyway.

Sans is still wearing his mask as he patrols the area, escorting carnival members back to the dining room when he can find them, hoping that larger numbers and lack of random bystanders will make them safer while the Supervisors find the Ringmaster. The anonymity of the spell is a double sided sword - it makes it harder for him to find his charges, but it also makes it harder for their vampire assailants to track his movements.

He'll be trying to whisk anybody he can away from the danger, so if you are a vampire who wants to throw down of a carnie that needs rescuing, this is place to be.


► WEREWOLF VERSUS VAMPIRES (CLOSED ISH)
But it can't last forever. Keep diving into the action and eventually he makes himself a prime target - or maybe he always was a prime target, and it's only now that they've managed to close in on him. His mask has helped to protect his identity, but his actions have given it away just as surely.

Of course the Warden is a key target. This is exactly how Kiwani died, in the position before him. He still remembers her, sucked dry and left empty on the ground.

He doesn't really think of that until he's found himself cornered in one of the grand halls, leading down towards the dining room. He'd been checking for stragglers, but as it turns out he is the straggler, because he doesn't see anyone else here besides the two vampires looming in. If they were neonates, this would be easy. He could handle it. But they're not, and he knows as much as soon as they move in, at blinding speeds.

He can dodge them at first, but he's outnumbered and their speed make it too hard to calculate. He could try to escape, but then these two would just be free to carry straight on to the dining hall - the place that members of the carnival are hiding. He needs to take them out while he can, or what's the point? It's what he's supposed to do.

But they're too fast, and he knows it. If they hit him even once it's going to be over for him. So he takes the other option - the one he bargained for, just for this specific event.

He teleports far enough away that he'll have the time he needs to shift. He strips off his coat and boots, and his bones begin to crack and shift as they reposition and grow rapidly in size. It hurts, but not as much as he's going to hurt them.

Before they can find him and catch up, his much larger bone-wolf form has leaped up onto the stairs, ten feet at the shoulder and at least twice as long. For just a moment, he sees them hesitate as he growls, wondering what they've gotten themselves into. It feels good to see that.

So, he leaps at them, all claws and burning magical light. Let's see who's on the defensive now.
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spaghettimonster: (DON'T LET YOUR MEMES BE DREAMS)

that's not a sans that's a giant wolf

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2017-02-27 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Between the actual fights breaking out, and the noisy fear of the people gathering, Papyrus finally starts shaking off the party fugue. It's enough for him to notice missing faces from the people around him in the dining hall, missing voices from the people calling in that they're almost there.

The big threat of the vampires seems to be that they can turn other people into vampires, because then friends forget about caring for each other. They get bitey and angry and more than a little bit murdery. It's one of the worst things imaginable. But he heard there might be a way, if they're knocked out and dragged back safely, to fix them. The Great Papyrus can do that.

And since being a skeleton makes him immune to being turned into one of those vampires, he's one the best choices to run out and look for stragglers. Mostly, by vaulting down the halls, literally leaping overhead, shouting names and looking for anyone he can recognize through the lingering enchantment.

"Koel! Mari! Sans---HEY! You! Is Sans near here??"

When he turns a corner and comes across a bunch of vampires fighting a giant bone wolf, well, his first reaction is to shout out a question. After all, everybody knows to pause fighting and let people take turns for phone calls and answering questions, right? And even if they're rude enough not to, the bone wolf is like a blaster that thinks for itself. Between them, it'll work out.

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betheman: (i think i broke my face)

GONGENZAKA | OTA

[personal profile] betheman 2017-02-27 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[(Don't) Poke Angry Bears]

[He is very uncomfortable. At first, he thought he could admittedly cheat the 'mask' rule. Dishonorable as it was, he enjoyed being able to see/smell/hear properly, and the mask was both uncomfortable and in the way.

After the third round of one of the Host's extensions clicking their tongue at him, Gongenzaka was stuck leaving his mask on, to say the least. Which was really not helping anything, as the more it sat there the more it felt like his ability to smell and hear was going haywire-
] Nnnngghhhhh...

Headache? [At some point, a young woman tries to take him off to get some medication-he refuses politely, and despite her insisting, she sighs and leaves. She is not the first however, and after the fifth one, the migraine is increasing to possibly the worst level of aggravation he's ever dealt with, forcing the teen into a corner of the dance room.]

Ffffh....hhhh... [Breathe. Breathe calmly. Try meditating, try anything-]

Are you alright..?

I, THE MAN GONGENZAKA, AM FINE ENOUGH..! [For those who know Gongenzaka, they have probably rarely-if at all-ever seen him truly angered.

To see him snap at someone so loudly that they bolt is probably new entirely.
]

[Hunting Season (NPC Prompt)]

[Something wasn't right about this ball, and the more he sat at the side in his (frankly wonderfully tailored) kimono garb, the more it felt as if there could even be something dangerous. Something in the air pulled at him, and the shadows of the hall nearest seemed to in particular scream 'suspect me'. Part of him wondered if he was being too paranoid-but the pull demands his investigation, and logically even if it's a trap, that means he should go.

He's patrol. It's his job (even if he is, off duty) to check for danger if there is danger. And if what lures him in is in fact danger, then, well...

He follows it. Half ready to bring his nose closer to the ground like an actual mutt, Gongenzaka lifts his mask off a now slightly lengthened snout and sneezes, shaking off the effects of confusion to focus on the trail. Something is here, he's sure of it. SOMETHING, he just knows it-
]

My my my! What a unique shape, and this is what that Carnival creates?

[He turns immediately to growl and pounce, but finds the sound caught in his throat just as he freezes. For a moment he almost thinks of Yuuya's father-but the colours are wrong, not to mention the face in particular. The man across from him dips his hat, leans on his cane, and smiles.] Now that's a good decision, 'son'...wouldn't want to upset anyone right?

[The vampire-and he knows very well this is a vampire, he has seen them, fought them, KILLED them and been killed by them-laughs when he manages to growl again, the rumble low in his throat and growing steadily in volume. Something feels different about this vampire...not just the shadows, but the hold they have over him feels twisted and wrong, and as the man talks, he finally snaps-

He lunges-
] Hohhh! Right in the middle of our conversation, so rude! [And suddenly he feels the man's cane slam against his back, a searing shudder of pain coursing through and forcing a canid 'yelp' from his throat.] Heel! Heel I say! [the vampire 'jokes', and Gongenzaka finds himself groaning from the floor in seconds.] Good 'dog'! You are a dog, I'm assuming, the bottom half is so confusing, you know!

Kghhh...you dare..to mock me...when you-

Ahhh-ahahahahh...shhhh, [the vampire hums, stooping down with a smile.] If you can't make jokes about yourself, then you can't be that at home with what you are, can you..? And what a shame! [he sighs, clicking his tongue.] A single blow with an iron cane, and you come down as fast as a tumbling tower..!

HHhgg...Get away, [Gongenzaka hisses, struggling to force himself up. The cane connects, and he roars-the sound muted by a hand swiftly locked over his mouth.] MMGNH-

Now...most likely, you were going to say something about our lovely crew not going unnoticed. We're very aware of our limits, don't worry. But the thing is... [He removes his hand, and Gongenzaka feels a great pressure upon his mind and senses, eyes meeting the other's own as the vampire smiles.] That doesn't matter.

[Draining. He can feel the draining again, his arm held forward without his realization. His eyes are locked with the other's own, and he can feel himself fading away, weakening the longer the stare holds. He needs to close his eyes (but he can't), he needs to (but he CAN'T), and the only thing keeping him upright is the stance his drained body was left in as the one across from him drops the arm to grip instead the shoulder.]

Drink up, [the vampire encourages, forcing the other's mouth open. He isn't bleeding yet, but with alarming ease, Gongenzaka finds himself 'allowed' to bite down, snarl meeting the air even through the haze of the other's control and hypnosis. The taste of copper fills his mouth, and as much as he wishes to spit it out on the spot, the fluid is ingested. His vision grows hazier the more he tastes. And the last thing he sees before passing out is..

That smile...
]

There we go...welcome to the family, my boy... [The vampire lets the body down and gives the shoulder a good firm clap, before standing to stretch.] Now...what are my other young ones up to..?

[SHOW MUST GO ON-! (NPC PROMPT)]

[Allegro wasn't the oddest vampire by far, but it was certainly odd that he'd joined in with a few others on this task, or at least that he'd joined with so much zeal. Perhaps not TOO odd-there was something fascinating about the carnival creatures, all their different shapes and forms and powers, and it made things very interesting when it came to a potential new neonate. But all the same, he wasn't one for keeping things quiet too long. He needed something with more flash. More 'piazz', more...]

Ahhhhh, [The vampire chuckles from the shadows, as he spies one of his neonates start struggling beneath the hands of another.] It looks like that's the cue..!

[And the vampire rushes from the shadows with a grin-]

SHOWTIME-!!

[(Don't) Feed The Bears]

[He knows in the back of his mind what happened, but his thoughts are a scrambled mess when he reawakens. What is he doing here, in this hall? What was he doing, when he came here..? His nose wrinkles, and the 'taur' stumbles, hooves and claws scrambling for balance. Everything hurts-a blinding, numbing pain-but everything feels strong as well, in a way that some part of him insists isn't normal, isn't right!

Yet there is this wordless, soundless 'presence' in his thoughts that keeps insisting: it is fine. It is all fine. Just embrace where his feelings take him, and all will be fine.

He is hungry. One part, that same first frantic part, cries to ignore it. And as Gongenzaka walks through his vampiric haze, his ears droop somewhat, tail limp behind him. He walks like a dead man-a strangely accurate term-and his eyes flash from one person to the next much as he would eye the choices at the cafeteria table, before shouting...

Before shouting...

'I, the Man Gongenzaka, shall have...-!
]

Hhh....Haaahhh.... [Don't do it don't do it don'tdoityou'rebetterthanthisyou'rebetter-

Now now, LET LOOSE-!
]

HHHRRRROOOOHHH-!

[THAT ONE-]

[[OOC - Strongwilled as Gongenzaka is, this prompt in particular has his Sire paying especially close attention to making sure he let's things go for a bit; there's the combined effects of Sire Loyalty, Neonate Bloodlust, ramped up beast instincts, AND over all confusion and disorientation from prolonged hypnosis/mask effects at hand. It'll be possible to shake him down for a conversation, but it'll be HARD, and he won't be able to make much sense of things.]]
thevictoriandetective: (I know.)

(Don't) Feed The Bears (also welcoming any NPC vamp encounters too!)

[personal profile] thevictoriandetective 2017-02-27 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sherlock's determined. He's also struggling against the effects of you-know-what and multiple vampire bites, but his sheer willpower was doing a lot to keep him focused, despite the pain in his head and the bouts of dizziness. At least his deductions were working again (somewhat) and he was going around, trying to find members of the Carnival to warn them about vampires.]

Gon!

[It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that--

A. That familiar taur-person was Gon

And...

B. He had been turned.

Despite the danger, Sherlock could NOT leave him. There was something though--the scaly detective's shoulders slumped, his eyes widening. Gon didn't deserve this. No one did. He was a good kid and this was horrible...those dastardly, miserable creatures! If he found out who did this to the lad--]

Gon! Look at me. It's me, Sherlock.

[He took off his snake-skull mask, running in front of him.]
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