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lostcarnival2017-02-26 02:17 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2017-02-26 02:17 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- @celebration,
- annabelle blishwick,
- foster van denend,
- ginko,
- greg universe,
- hinawa,
- jamie hemeros,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- katsuki yuuri,
- koel babic,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- miko nakadai,
- mitsuki izumi,
- mutou yuugi,
- papyrus,
- renzo shima,
- sans,
- sherlock holmes,
- sophie welman,
- sora,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- the psiioniic,
- yotsuba tamaki
⇨ 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.
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. |
Sherlock Holmes | OTA
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.
c!
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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"You were attacked by one, weren't you?"
Sherlock took off his snake-skull mask a second, to show Strange who it was he's talking to. The scaled detective pointed to the bloody marks on his neck. "You're not the only one. We need to warn the others."
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"I was," Strange remarked, with a little nod. "It lured me into a private room and I..." Panicked? Freaked out? Got so shocked by a gun pointed at him that he acted entirely on instinct? "I took care of the situation," Strange finished. It's not him gloating, it's a statement of fact.
He's right though. They do need to warn the others. "I agree entirely. The problem with that is this magic." With his free hand, he lightly tapped at his mask. How exactly do you warn the others if you don't know who they are in the first place? "The magic this place uses is powerful. I'm not sure I could break it no matter how hard I tried." A fact which obviously pisses him off.
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"Good," despite their previous...altercations?...Sherlock was focused (as much as he could be in his state) on saving as many people as he could. He didn't really hold grudges too much, anyway.
"I figured as much," he said, not in reference to Strange being weak (no he wasn't still salty about the chameleon thing not at all), but in reference to this place being incredibly powerful.
"I may be able to deduce who's from the carnival. We can start with that, but I doubt we're going to go unnoticed by the vampires for long." His eyes flicked to the side, where a woman with long, curly blonde hair was watching them intently. If only he could just...really, seriously fully focus, he'd be able to tell who the vampires were. He grabbed another glass of water.
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"If these are the same vampires that attacked the carnival previously, then they have hypnotic powers. If I remember correctly, the best way to kill one involves destroying the head and the heart...or possibly the head or the heart, I wrote it down but my notebook is back in my room." He's just so thankful that he bothered Joker about the vampires in the first place--who knew they'd deal with them so soon?
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"Blast," hypnotic powers. Of course. It explained how he'd been bitten so many times, though he was chalking that up to the effects of the masquerade and whatever was coursing through his veins at the moment.
"How difficult is it to do either? I'm assuming they're very strong. Is it difficult to break their skin?"
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But no, back to the conversation at hand. Sulking can happen later.
"I would assume it is difficult, though. Did you bring weapons or anything of the sort? If it's even in your room, I could easily retrieve it."
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That was a pity, he'd like the chance to try it out. Ah well. He glanced around, squinting slightly, looking at what they had on hand.
"Other than clubs made out of broken chairs or curtain rods, I'm not sure what else. Besides these," he held up a hand and flexed his fingers, showing his admittedly quite sharp claws. He had prominent fangs himself, but he wasn't far gone enough to think about using something as primitive as biting as his main weapon. Plus who knew what nasty things he could pick up from that. Blegh.
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Strange shook his head slightly, as if trying to drive out an invading thought. No, he can dwell about that later. Right now, there's so much more he needs to focus on.
"The claws still might work in close combat. I suppose the best way to deal with the vampires is have one of us lure one out and the other performs a surprise attack. After all, they only attacked me when I was alone." Both of them were obviously Carnival members, what with Sherlock's snake features and Strange's mirrored eyes. And, as such, both of them were obvious targets.
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"You don't have a problem...killing, do you?"
They could not afford any sort of hesitation in that kind of situation. One pause could mean death for them both. Sherlock didn't like to kill, but he had done it before. It was a last resort for him, of course. But this situation was definitely a last resort.
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Strange has all the problems with killing and momentarily has a deer in the headlights sort of look as Sherlock mentions murder. But, said deer in the headlights look gets pushed down fairly quickly. He's a nightrunner, he's fought in the peninsula, he knows that he's going to have to kill eventually as that's part of his mercenary job description. And, now that he and Sherlock actually tolerate each other, he doesn't want to wipe all that away by admitting the truth: he's so scared.
"I won't have a problem killing vampires. They aren't human, after all."
It's said more to reassure himself than it is for Sherlock. These are vampires, vampires don't count, they attacked him and they'll definitely attack others, he's doing everyone a service if he kills one.
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"It's us or them."
With that, he looked back towards the main crowd, blue eyes squinting as he did his best to fight the ever-present cotton wool in his brain. Blast, if he was only at 100%...his mind was still working, but he couldn't access everything he needed, or he got confused by his observations. It wasn't a liability exactly, but it forced him back down on everyone else's level.
"Do you see a place that we can ambush out of?" He didn't trust his own observations right now.
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After all, it was quiet, off to the side, and they could actually close the door so that the other vampires wouldn't see it if they took one out.
"Those rooms usually have chairs in them as well. We could break one apart to use as a weapon." Or, at least, Sherlock could break one apart to use as a weapon. Strange is already going through a mental list of the best sort of magical ways one could kill a vampire.
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This was a bit odd, considering his previous opinion of Strange, but he was proving to be an acceptable and helpful ally.
"Agreed."
The scaly detective immediately began to head towards the room, thinking it better if they didn't draw attention to themselves by sneaking off there together. Though the people here were too blitzed out of their minds to notice, the vampires might and could attack them before they were ready. Without asking Strange, he was already in the move. He did it casually, stumbling slightly, looking like just another one of the crowd, before slipping in.
And that's when a pair of hands grabbed him and threw him against the wall inside the room, and chomped down on his neck before he had a chance to yell.
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And then Sherlock gets yanked into one of the rooms. Well shit.
"Dammit!" Strange is acting on impulse as he run towards where Sherlock was last seen, muttering under his breath all the while. He practically skids into the private room, gesturing at Sherlock and the vampire as he does so. A gust of wind, forceful enough to knock a man off his feet, slams into the two, throwing the vampire back against the wall. Thankfully, it's enough to separate Sherlock and the vampire before too much damage is done but it's entirely likely that poor Sherlock's getting hit by a bit of the spell as well. Sorry bud.
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SLAM! Something hits his attacker and himself as well. The vampire goes into a wall, Sherlock is thrown to the ground, confused and bewildered.
A few seconds of blinking before his senses resume their existence and he can think quickly enough to pick himself back up. He looks over at the vampire, and back to Strange.
"That...uh, that was good. What you did..." he stammers, waving a hand over in the vague direction of the vampire. Who was likely not going to be stopped by a wall smash, as effective as it had been. Sherlock immediately tries to look for a weapon. There! A chair!
He leaves Strange to deal with it as he runs to the chair, smashing it to the ground and snapping two legs off.
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Unfortunately, Strange put all his metaphorical points in intelligence and the bare minimum in strength. The vampire has super strength. Strange is going to lose this fight. They grapple for a moment or two, Strange desperately trying to keep that vampire away from him before Strange loses the fight spectacularly. The vampire gets his hands on Strange's shoulders and just pushes him, sending him backwards with enough force for Strange to smack into a wall.
At least the creature's forgotten about Sherlock as he advances on the magician, who's starting up the spell again, muttering frantically under his breath in the hopes that he'll actually be able to send it off before he gets drained.
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Better late than never, though, as the scaly detective suddenly slams the broken pieces of wood into the vampire's back, the pointy-end first. A growl escapes the snake-like man, he fights off the bizarre urge to instinctively bite the vampire. That would definitely not end well, and Sherlock tried to quickly suppress it.
He's far stronger than Strange, though, and the second after his previous attack he's already grabbing the vampire and wrapping his arm around its throat, and squeezing as hard as he could in a chokehold.
"I can't hold him for long!" He certainly wasn't strong enough to, this was only going to give Strange a chance to get away or possibly get one attack in.
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That could work!
Still muttering the spell, Strange quickly shifts his position in the room before he casts the spell again, directly placing the vampire (well and Sherlock) between the chair. He gives Sherlock a bit of a panicked look that the other man hopefully interprets as 'let go' before Strange gestures towards the vampire. Another gust of wind knocks the vampire off his feet but this time? It pushes the vampire back towards the chair: the vampire and broken chair connect with a sickening squish.
Strange himself is white as a sheet and looks like he's about to faint. He's got no idea if the vampire is actually dead or not but hoooooly shit is he uncomfortable with the fact that he might have helped kill somebody.
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"Erm," Sherlock said, as he slowly picked himself back up. "Well done."
He crept closer to the fallen vampire, not exactly knowing how to check for signs of life--no heartbeat right?
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So when Sherlock says something, Strange just doesn't answer him. It's only a moment or two later that he realizes wait, Sherlock said something, as Strange turns towards the other man.
"I'm sorry, I—" and then he catches a glimpse of that corpse out of his eye and he feels a bit sick all over again. "I need some water."
Aaaaaand then he straight up tries to leave the room, attempting to head out towards the drinks table. Sorry, Sherlock.
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"Strange?"
He looked up, a bit baffled by the empty room. Strange had left? He was focusing so much he could scarcely remember even...something about needing water, he'd vaguely heard. From what he put together it seemed like he did not take killing this vampire well. Sherlock grimaced, this was not something they could afford to do every time they managed to grab one. That was a quick and easy way to getting killed or turned themselves. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea--as capable as Strange was, if he didn't have the stomach for it, it was too dangerous for him to fight out here. He stood up from the body, and did his best to drag it to the other corner of the room.