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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. |
Congrats, Sherlock, you're the first person to figure out Sora got turned
Sora, on the other hand, can't smell the difference as well, and just sort of... lets Sherlock touch him. Now that he's not being surprised, he goes back to his dazed, half-conscious state, and blinks up at Sherlock curiously.
"Yeah...?"
Success!
"We have to go. It's not safe. We can get someone to help you."
His voice was urgent, trying to impress the danger of the situation on him.
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"Help... me?"
Help him what?
Before he can process it, however, Xabat comes forward, and clocks Sherlock right in the jaw.
"I TOLD you not to touch him!"
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This was nothing like boxing or any of the hits he'd taken before. A vampire punching him? He goes flying, crashing to the floor, actually passing out for about twenty seconds. He came to, blinking rapidly, yanking off his mask completely, dizzy and disoriented. He pressed his clawed, webbed hands to his head, gingerly checking his jaw. Was it broken? The drugs were probably the only reason he could stand the pain.
He spat out a tooth and wiped the blood trickling out of his mouth.
"I heard you the first time."
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Sora looks back and forth between the two, trying to decide what to do. Help his sire? Stop the fight? He can smell Sherlock's blood from here, and it's making him weak at the knees, he's so thirsty...
"Best leave that one alone," Xabat whispers in his ear. "Who knows where he's been?"
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Sherlock shakily gets up, feeling like his jaw had gotten unhinged or something. He ignored the pain, and it a second later it felt like it had popped right back into place. Considering how snake-like he was, maybe that was a thing.
"Free him. Now."
There was nothing he could back that threat up with, he was just stalling for time to think. And thinking was really hard right now.
Sora's face rn is just "??????!!??!???"
"If you think you can handle him, man."
Xabat pulls Sora toward him, then gently nudges him toward Sherlock. Sora takes a few steps forward at the push, then stops, looking back and forth between the two men, confused. But didn't Xabat just say to stay away from Sherlock? After fighting for him, why would he give Sora up so easily?
"Oh, looks like he doesn't want to. Your loss!"
Sherlock is all 'Sora pls'
"Enough of this idiocy," he snapped, losing patience. "I don't care what kind of insipid little game you're playing, but it stops, now. You will return Sora to the Carnival, or face the consequences."
What...what were the consequences? Sherlock had nothing to back up any threats. He was bluffing.
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He comes up to Sora, again, and puts an arm around his shoulder. Sora looks up at him, still confused.
"Or does it make you uncomfortable, that I turned such a young kid? How old are you, Sora?"
"Fifteen," Sora mumbles.
"Fifteen! That's about what I thought."
He takes another step forward, and pushes Sora behind him.
"You want him? Come at me, bro. Make my day."
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His eyes widen. Sora was just a kid but for that vile creature to--just--he couldn't--the injustice of it all--he was just a kid!!--Something in Sherlock snaps. He's overcome with such sheer disgust and rage that it hits the rather suppressed primal part of his mind that he'd been actively repressing ever since he'd been turned into a chameleon and had to deal with all those animal instincts, trying to lock it in the lowest level of his Mind Palace. Said door just broke open.
The detective snarled, his own fangs bared, ready to lunge and take down The Threat.
This was stupid, the poor logical part of his mind commented. But go get him.
Sherlock lunged at the vampire, all reasoning falling to the wayside, as he tried to dig his claws towards the vampire's throat.
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He grabs at the other man as he flies toward him, redirecting his attack to his shoulder. A deep set of scratches appear on his shoulder, cutting through his shirt, but begin to heal themselves immediately. It's gonna take a bit more than that to kill him, dude.
As Sherlock is flying past, Xabat grabs him by the elbows and swings him around, and tosses him off to the side toward a wall with a mighty throw.
"Hey, that was pretty good! Maybe you can take me after all."
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Oh. That was just brilliant.
The next thing he knew he was being slammed into the wall--everything was just pain as he fell to the ground, coughing as his ribs ground together. The wall had cracked with the force of the blow. A few long moments before the detective managed to groan and pick himself back up, unsteadily getting to his feet. Everything was blurry. He shook his head, growling. If he wasn't thinking clearly before...
He suddenly dove at the vampire's feet, in an attempt to knock him down, and hopefully out.
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Xabat goes down, just as Sherlock predicted, but he's far from out. He lands on his hands, and twists himself to kick out at Sherlock in a sweeping blow to his side, to get him off. Xabat's eyes start to glow red. This is exciting.
Sora takes a step forward when they both go down. They were fighting over him. He should do something... right? But the smell of blood was everywhere and threatening to overwhelm his senses again. Xabat waves him off, and springs back to his feet.
"Gonna have to keep trying, my man."
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Let's just break every rib, shall we? The drugs were hardly helping now and he was loathe to think how bad this would feel sober.
Sherlock scarcely managed to get to his feet, wavering, coughing and clutching his side. He blinked, dangerously close to just passing out. If he did, he wasn't entirely sure he would survive. Or not end up a vampire.
But he couldn't abandon Sora. No matter the cost to himself. He had to try.
"You must run," he hissed at him, before shakily grabbing a nearby chair and trying to bring it down on the older vampire's head.
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How could he run? He couldn't just leave. And even if he did, his sire would just call him back, and he'd have to obey. Running would risk hurting someone else, because he wouldn't be able to control himself. Even now he could smell blood, could smell the bodies around that would let him quench his thirst, and it was HARD not to give in to it. He wraps his arms around his middle again and digs his nails into his side to try to stave off the hunger pains.
"I... I can't..."
In the end, he doesn't move, just stays to the side and watches, panicked.
The chair is wood, so honestly it doesn't phase Xabat much. It breaks over his head like one of those fake vases made of sugar glass. Xabat picks up one of the legs, and throws it at Sherlock's head like it's a baseball.
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It was by sheer luck Sherlock wavered dizzily and avoided that blow to the head. The leg scrapes his shoulder, tearing the fabric and leaving a nasty bruise under his scales.
The detective scarcely notices this. He's too busy trying to deduce what was going on with Sora. He couldn't...was he under control? Or was he afraid of what he would do?
Blast. Maybe...maybe if he took out Sora, the sire would get bored and leave, and he could take the poor kid back to the Carnival.
"I am very sorry about t-this," Sherlock managed. He suddenly lunged at the boy, bringing his fists--oh blast, his ribs!!!--down towards his head in an attempt to knock Sora out.
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The resulting blow barely hurts. He's knocked to the ground, certainly, but all he does is yelp and rub at his head where Sherlock hit it.
Xabat, however, is now livid. This wasn't fun anymore, this was war, and he was gonna kill this guy for trying to take what was his. He stalks over to Sora and checks that he's unharmed before turning to glare at Sherlock.
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No.
Not good.
Sherlock turns and starts to run. He was a reckless maniac, sure, but he wasn't going to stupidly lay down and die in front of them.
Sorry, Sora. Logic dictates he should do his best to live to fight another day.
Now if he was being followed, he had no idea what to do next. He clutched his ribs and tried not to pass out as he dashed into the crowd.
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Sora watches him leave as well, slightly more sympathetic, and hopes that Sherlock would be okay. He'd tried to help him, even if he'd failed miserably.
"Asshole," Xabat mutters. "C'mon, Sora, love. I need a drink."
Sora hears the order in his voice, and feels the haze settle over him again as he's forced to follow his sire.