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Lost Carnival Mods ([personal profile] ringleaders) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-09-04 07:53 pm

⇨ GREYSOL

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 155 - Day 169
Where: Greysol
What: The carnival resumes its tour, this time heading to Greysol, a city tied deeply into the fabric of the multiverse. Here, everyone has an animal companion from birth that is the second half of their soul - and thanks to the Ringmaster, so do you. (Remember, [plurk.com profile] joysweeper is our guest event runner for this location, and location specific questions should go to them.)
Warnings: Individually marked!

THE CITY OF GREYSOL

The carnival arrives in a manicured park in the center of a big city that sprawls out along where the river reaches the ocean. It’s spring, early enough that nights are chilly, warm enough in the days that people and their souls savor the weather, and sometimes shelter together from the rain. Greysol was designed from the bottom up to accommodate the human-dæmon bond. Go out and see!

THE SHAPE OF YOUR SOUL: The dæmon-forming spell kicks in at about four in the morning. Most characters will wake up with their souls in some small form, curled against them. Even if they were awake, they became dazed and unfocused while their souls were being drawn out of their bodies and have little memory of how it happened.

Until that evening every character's dæmon is able to change shapes, and children and some teens will continue to do so. Most will settle on their permanent forms by evening. Characters without dæmons will just look on, and the few who are thousand-pound bears have to handle being really big.

IT’S GOOD TO SETTLE: Elaine Tavis Aracari, sixteen-year-old daughter of two actors and a moving pictures sensation herself, just ‘settled’ - her dæmon Tavis stopped changing shape - as a stunning blue peacock. Settling is a major coming of age milestone and celebrated as such in different ways all over the world. She and her family are throwing a massive party in the central park and inviting the public to join in! Enjoy easy access to free catering, live music and showings of moving pictures, and displays of mostly trivial magic. There are also form readers from across the country setting up booths, happy to accept a small fee to inspect your dæmon’s settled or most favored forms and tell you what they mean. Is there anything to these analyses? Eh, maybe, but they’re flattering and fun.

WITCHING HOURS: Characters who are clearly witches for this event will often be assumed to be in town for a lover, and people, witches and not, may want to know who that is. Humans usually regard them with wary respect and interest. Real witches living with their human families or on business quickly suspect that something’s up, but without clear and present danger take a relaxed wait-and-see attitude. Wait for long enough and any possible decision will come around again, they believe.

There isn’t time to learn much witch magic, but witches, real and carnival-made, have an inherent power: the ability to fly using branches of “cloudpine”, an attractive soft-needled tree common in the park. Witches usually ride large branches as if they’re steeds but can use even short sprays, and you’ll probably see the few witches in the city coming to the park to do so. Why not try?

BEAR PUN: Human-panserbjørn relations have historically been troubled, but have warmed in the past century. It’s the 65th anniversary of the breaking of the Siege of Bertin, a much-mythologized time when Spectres flooded Greysol and a company of panserbjørn arrived and directed efforts to get the survivors out of the city. A statue is being erected and many florid accounts of the story are being told. If you’re in a panserbjørn shape for the duration of the visit you will probably get thanked and celebrated by people trying to hide their nervousness of you. Expect someone to ask if your dæmon would be a human - it’s a common supposition.

KERNER ISLAND: From the harbor you can see a wooded island. Although there are no rocks to speak of it sports a tall lighthouse, and nearly all boat traffic avoids it carefully. On a clear day someone with binoculars or a particularly sharp-eyed soul can see loads of trash, birds and various other animals that don’t seem local, and… children? Adults and settled teenagers will see tall vague shapes moving about too.

When asked about it the most important thing adults will tell other adults is don’t go there. They’ll hold their dæmons close and tell you that on that island are things that eat souls. They may also admit with mixed pride and shame that it’s been a source of wealth and innovation for the city. There’s a facility there that can open windows into other worlds, and the children who can reach it can cross through and bring things back. Many of the children are recruited by research and development teams on the lookout for items they can use, but there are also kids out to have adventures or who’ve run away. More on this later.
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CARLY | OTA

[personal profile] fortuneglass 2017-09-05 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Witness the Shape of your Soul | DAY 155]

[Despite agreeing to it, Carly could not have been in a more sour mood when she awoke the morning they were arriving in Greysol. Sour, of course, was a poor choice of words-miserable could be better. It had been merely a few days after Aslla was gone, and they'd made the deal-wait the contract out without each other, work on separate schedules, re-meet in their own world...

'Do you even want to leave', she wondered to herself, and in the dead of the night she could have sworn she even heard something say it. She ignored it however, in lieu of sleeping in. She needed it, she thought. She needed the sleep, the rest, she needed to get used to the light that surrounded her so much now and-

'Wake up'

...And why did she agree? Why did she agree to this, with teary eyes and a promise, why did they both agree to it?! Why did she let herself have this empty trailer again, so large compared to her first one, with nothing but herself, her pokemon, and-

'Wake up..!'

She cries a little in her sleep. Tears tainted a shade of orange, not at all unlike some specks of colour in her light form, reflecting off the air...if she could see it, it would be beautiful, and yet somehow it feels like she can see it, a lovely red and gold just like-
]

"Hey!!! Wake up already!!"

HEHHH!!?

[And this is how she finds herself meeting with her. It took as long as it did for her to get breakfast, for the thing to settle-it was a 'daemon', she was told, hers, she was hers, and somehow Carly could not at all tell herself that this could be a lie. She supposed she knew this day was coming, given where they were going of course, but...

Carly barely refrains from crying that afternoon, when she takes in the arm's length of red and gold scales, almost like fire she wants to think, with brilliant orange eyes framed by gold. The scales practically form a face on the tail, and all she can think is of course her soul looks like that dragon of myth, that thing that she would rely on to bring her back once home (or would she? She isn't sure about that, about how that works now with Aslla gone)...

The snake's tail is flattened, and every now and then 'Iskai'-it means 'one and one' Carly explains, receiving a 'OH YEAH I knew that!!' in reply-waves it around like it's her real head instead of a copy, and her real one is so childishly rounded that it's almost silly. But despite the hurt, she finds herself feeling a little better just petting the serpent, and so as she greets the day to start organizing costumes and notes, she sighs.

Iskai sits coiled around her throat-and while she's been 'light' for most of the month, it is only really now that she shows it, floating about like sunlight in human form, wings trailing off behidn her.
] Hmnnhh...everyone has weird souls I guess, huh...

[It's not meant to be rude, but inevitably, at least one will find it rude no doubt.]

[Flap-To-Three-GO! | DAY 156]

"This sucks!!!!" Carly is doing everything in her power to shush the large andean condor accompanying her, and she frantically looks around them to make sure no one actually native to Greysol over hears. She's there one part for research-those clothes won't design themselves after all-and one part for fun, but what neither she nor Iskai really expected was this. The minute they came in, the glamor took hold. Her form human, or at least mostly human. She can feel her magic burning under her skin still, but what is most unfortunate is...well.]

"Why do I have these things..!!! I don't like legs!! And scales are prettier!!"

Iskai, calm down..!!! It's just a glamor-

"I didn't need one thoughhhhh!!"

Iskai, please..!!

[She can't really think of why her soul would have this harsh a reaction, but maybe that bit is a fluke?]

"Mnnghmhmmhmmmm!!!! I was all settled too!!"

[As Carly sighs, she just continues calming the bird down. Or maybe that would be why...]

[WILDCARD]

[Once Iskai is calmed down, Carly will be having the most fun aroudn the cloudpine park, and the settling party-she can often be seen jotting down sketches for wardrobe prep too, so if you want, you can note her being around with such things as well! While on Carnival Grounds, Iskai is a pipesnake, coiled around Carly's neck. While in Greysol however, she (yes, she!!) becomes an Andean Condor, typically perched in a typical hunch on Carly's shoulder.]
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Gongenzaka | OTA

[personal profile] betheman 2017-09-05 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Shaping The Soul | DAY 155]

[When he awakens, he is a little astounded to open his eyes to the sight of a tortoise. He is even more alarmed when, in reply to Suzu the snubbull very curiously sniffing at what is CLEARLY some part of her Large Friend, the tortoise shifts and changes into what looks more like a fish, spitting 'water' at the pooch before it disappears into motes. And he hurriedly stammers something about not being rude, but the fish merely replies- 'You have teased her before when we were whole, haven't you?'

...And it is a very strange experience, suffice to say. Gongenzaka trots about off-duty, eyeing the thing as it swishes around in the form of a small flying dragon-asiatic in form, like a long snake with a mane-

The changes come almost lazily for her, and finally while meditating near the lake (or even on it, occasionally), he must ask her-
] ....Just why is it that you keep changing as you do...

[And she replies-] "I have yet to determine my place in this world, after all."

Hmnnn...

[And so it is from there that he returns to meditation-and when his aura flares, so to does hers, the daemon drifting slowly and peacefully around him on the water to create an impressive sight indeed.]

[The Soul's Shape | DAY 155]

"Mmhmmhmhmhmmhmhmh~"

AAAAAAUUUUH-!!!

[As of 9PM that evening, 'Marishi' had not changed her shape. When he had finally questioned her on this, she had replied that she'd settled, and suffice to say Gongenzaka was taking it a little...] A-A CHEETAH THOUGH!?

[Marishi has been taking it like a champ, chuckling all the while.] "Why the long face? Don't you know your own soul?"

[The struggle is that despite all his upset, Gongenzaka cannot deny that Marishi is in the 'right' shape. She has settled into what feels right, there is no doubt about it, but everything he knows about cheetahs keeps coming to mind and...] Y-YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT ALREADY..!!!

"Mmhhahahahah~"

[It is, suffice to say, quite the sight.]

[WILDCARD]

[Throughout the Carnival Visit, Gongenzaka will be slowly warming up to his cheetah partner, but for the most part anything after the above prompts will have them working well together not only on 'vacation' bits outside the grounds, but on the grounds, while he performs his duties as a Patrolman. While on the grounds, Marishi is a maltese cheetah-tall, and almost blue in colour, with icey-blue spots and eyes. She has flowers growing through a mane as well, the latter of which is akin to a King Cheetah's appearance. Off-grounds however, the mane is gone, as are the flowers.]
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REIRA | OTA

[personal profile] soft_focus 2017-09-05 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[The (Missing) Shape of the Soul | Carnival]

Ummmmhhhh...

[Reira has been anxious ever since 4AM rolled around, even in her sleep. It is taking some time to adapt to her trailer, and to the contents that are so foreign, so unlike most that she's seen before. They had to leave the Summerlands eventually however, and so there she is.

It is not her daemon which unnerves her. The thing which does not need to speak for her to understand it, for they are each other, and they feel the other no matter what. The way that the forms shift do not unnerve her either, moving between such things as cats, 'bow-wows', pokemon sighted around the place, and then duel monsters and creatures she's familiar with, the number of fantastical things outweighing the 'typical'. Eventually normal animals work their way in of course-a caracal, a mouse, a snake, a slug, all of them and the things before it appearing young and even juvenile...

And none of them staying in the same shape for more than 30 seconds. Reira and her daemon do not address this. But she is, no doubt, anxious. Confused. Worried even...

...And her eyes are fixed on the daemons around them, the staring no doubt becoming quite unnerving after a while.
]

[The Mysteries Of The Soul | Greysol]

This really shouldn't be happening little one-are your parents near? We really must talk to them...

Ummmmhmmm... I don't...

So...Young, this would normally stop by now, just what are you thinking about right now...

Ummmhmmm...

Shifting is one thing but-

[Reira is doing her best not to just walk away, for once in her life, but it is becoming increasingly difficult as a small group of daemon-readers start to gather. It's hardly so strange that it's 'impossible', the state of her daemon-but it is odd, quite odd, and a few are waxing theories of an immature mind, others theories of having an attachment to childhood, yet another even theorizing that she didn't have anything of a childhood (which brings shock and gasps at the very idea that anyone would deny a child such basic matters)...when it comes to the shifting it goes from over-active imagination, to over-distraction, over-simulation...and over all, Reira finds herself staring at the various daemons around her as her own starts to flit first between youthful forms of their counterparts around, and then....

Bigger things. Little lions, little sharks, little hippos...

...She'd like to get out of here, and her daemon is very quickly gathering as many 'angry moms' in child form as it can, so it might be best to step in.
]

[WILDCARD]

[Reira's daemon, unlike any others, won't be settling-but it is shifting far more often than most as well, in part because she's constantly taking in the emotions around her...As is her daemon! The daemon has no name, but with prompting, they WILL speak...it just takes some push. Other than that, she'll be a little sneaky around Greysol, in part because of her position as a thief. Gotta steal things-]
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TAAKO | OTA

[personal profile] tacosgay 2017-09-05 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
The Shape of the Soul

Taako is not a fan of the idea of an external soul. It just seems impractical, really; great, give everybody two targets instead of one, and literally bare the most intimate part of yourself for the entire world! Cool deal!

But there's something... nice about having her around. When he first wakes to discover her curled at his side, Flauta is a little mongoose, and she's awfully cute. When she speaks up, she's feisty and outspoken, but she shares his delightful verbal affectations.

She reminds him of someone. He has no idea who, but he feels like it was someone important, and thinking about it too much makes him feel sick, so he decides to stop thinking about it altogether.

By lunchtime, she's a corvid, with shining black wings that remind him of Kravitz's cloak, and he wonders how the reaper is even doing back home. It feels like it's been a lifetime since he's seen him. Flauta notices that he seems a little down, and she settles on his shoulder, brushing aside curls with her wing to smooth her feathers against his cheek.

By evening, she's settled-- a serpent, of all the things, with fiery red scales and round green eyes, winding her way around her body's neck as they explore the new city's streets. He pauses at a corner and reaches up to catch her, and she curls about his fingers, looking up at him.

"I'd ask why it's got to be snakes, but I feel like that joke's pretty played out already," he says, and she rolls her eyes, but it's affectionate, and he can sense it. He can't help but grin at her. It's a much more genuine smile than he's shown anyone in some time.

And then he says it.

"You know, you remind me of someone. I mean, someone besides me." Flauta tips her head at him, curious.

"Lup?"

The second that name is spoken, it's as if all the air is sucked out of his lungs. His ears ring sharply, a bolt of pain so old and deep tearing through both body and daemon that the body collapses, barely catching himself on his hands and knees, shaking.

What the fuck...?

Wildcard

[After this incident, Taako and Flauta are going to just try and move on. They'll be at their trailer or pretty much anywhere in the city, having a look around and trying the food; feel free to run into them at any restaurant nearby. They'll be pretending to be fine.]
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Scout | OTA

[personal profile] stillwinningthehardway 2017-09-05 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
DAY 155, EARLY: SOUL SHAPES: Scout had been awake when it happened and has a vague memory of something vital being coaxed or pulled out of her and forming into motes, blue-white and gold by turns, and the motes swirling together like a map of the galaxy. It's very hazy and dreamlike. What isn't dreamlike is what that map is now. He's solid and heavy, especially when he turns into things like onahk or ranphyx. By noon he stops as something much smaller but still quite sturdy. Scout's kind of glad. She knew her soul wouldn't be something elegant and astonishing. It fits.

Not that everything does. "You shouldn't be able to fly," she complains, as Tràkata traces a graceful arc overhead, moving like he's running through the air. "If panthacs could do that they'd be an even bigger problem."

He's reluctant to speak when someone else could hear him - even while playing, they are alert - but he chuffs and performs a spin, showing off gleaming brass claws and a tail that's segmented scales and a spade, like Scout's.

DAY 155, LATER: THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD While scoping out Greysol Scout comes by the harbor and sees a commotion. All around her people have paused in work and conversation, rushing away or stopping and staring, all of them touching and coddling their dæmons for reassurance. An odd boat has docked, one with a single-seat pontoon attached awkwardly far from the main vessel. In the pontoon is a bound and dæmonless man, bitten-lipped and his face flecked with drying spittle and tears but his expression utterly empty. Scout isn't aware of how tense and uneasy she's become until Tràkata leans against her leg. She bends to scoop him up and hefts his bulk against her chest, just like the people around her are doing. It helps a little.

White-uniformed people whose dæmons stand carefully several feet away retrieve the man and load him into a covered wagon. He doesn't resist, moving like he's sleepwalking. The uniformed people get into the front and drive off, and it's as if a collective breath is let out. Life on the docks resumes, but people are talking about what's just happened. Under his bird glamor Tràkata's ears perk forwards as he and Scout listen in.

WILD CARD: Scout and Tràkata will be around, doing the thorough work Scout always does, exercising and meditating during off time. As well as the description above Tràkata's got small, deepset eyes that could conceivably described as wary and wounded.
Edited 2017-09-05 06:19 (UTC)
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Syrlya | OTA

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2017-09-05 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Mirror Mirror | Day 156]

[He knew something felt funny in his mouth when he awoke (really, a lot of things were funny, but this was just the one he was actually acknowledging). He's stopped in front of a mirror around the big top, leaving in close as he pulls his lips back and tries to get a closer look at the rows of fangs that have sprung up in his mouth--hard, white wood that's become naturally sharp at their tips.

He snaps his jaw shut to test the way his teeth fit together and lets out a disapproving hum.]
It's been... eleven days, hasn't it?

[While he muses, there's something sitting above the mirror, shrouded in shadows with the light only reflecting off its eyes.]

[Fitting In]

[Syrlya hasn't exactly taken to this 'external soul' thing, but he's still going to check out the deal with Greysol--both as a Nightrunner and for simple curiosity. He can feel the glamour overtake his appearance, even if he can't see it. He just has to have faith that the illusion works, which is an ironic viewpoint, because it's clear that the people of Greysol aren't the same physical diversity he's used to.

Not that it's helping him blend in. For the most part his daemon keeps to heights just out of direct view, and he's rebuffed every question about their location with "Oh... around." So it's just left a trail of nervous and confused natives. Some of which are bold enough to properly stop and question him.]


--Am I a... no, that is not the term that I would use. I am a Mesmer, and I use magic, but I would not call myself a witch. [That response doesn't seem to settle the person he's talking to.]

[Wildcard]

((U know what to do.))
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Yuya Sakaki | OTA

[personal profile] hippocarnival 2017-09-05 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Shaped Right Up]

[The actual separation is alarming and scares Yuya even through his haze. But once his daemon is out and he has a moment to understand, he relates to her immediately. She goes through a number of colorful forms, but during the evening her form actually settles. Yuya has to admit he's relieved when his soul has a stable form. She's a (small) small-clawed otter, frequently perched on his shoulders or in his arms as he goes about his day. There's a scar hiding in her fur, along her back and chest--almost like a blade was run through. But she doesn't seem to be in any pain.

He doesn't wait long to explore Greysol, realizing that if this spell is to blend in then he has a unique audience to entertain. It's different than anything he's ever seen, which is exciting.

There's a large fountain he finds the chance to take a break at, his daemon floating on her back in it while Yuya sits on the edge, flicking some long stem over her head that she tries to bat at.

Whenever he looks up and sees a fellow carnival member he smiles and waves.]


[It's Good to Settle]

[It's such a pubic celebration that random passersby getting in on the excitement is expected, but Yuya isn't just playing games and eating cake. He's managed to acquire space on the stage and, for Miss Elaine Tavis Aracari's settling party he's pulling a one-man act of jokes and acrobatic tricks while his daemon provides the drumrolls and sound effects, patting against the stage floor.

Many little kids are watching with rapt attention, and even the occasional adult stops to watch in amusement as he puts on a display.]


[Wildcard]

((The rules ain't changed.))
Edited 2017-09-05 07:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] espigeon 2017-09-05 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
ME MYSELF AND I:
Julien's fairly used to managing two bodies. A third, not-really-flesh-and-blood one isn't difficult to grasp, though the fact that he doesn't directly control everything she does kind of is strange and new and not really a bad thing. They're a sight at breakfast - horse-sized bird body half crouching on the floor half lying across a bench, human body sitting snugged right up next to it, and a four-foot levitating salmon finning gracefully around them, brushing feathers and clothes with her flanks.

"If you call yourself Julie it's going to end up very easy to confuse people," Julien says through his beak, halfway through a great basin of granola with milk. His other body has his granola in a bowl like a normal person. Eating the same thing at the same time is very satisfying. "Then again, considering who's talking..."

His dæmon changes, becomes much smaller - a vampire bat clinging to his jacket. She bares sharp white teeth in a smile and chirps, "Let 'em be confused. You and me and you, we're just fine."

BY THE POWER OF GREYSOL: Julien's thought it over and it just makes better sense to play tourist with his human body. There's a lot of him to hide otherwise, even if he does really miss his wings and the sense of security that comes with that big, unreadable shape. At least Julie can fly, and she moves like a tethered kite, restrained by their bond and his slower ground-bound footprints. She's settled as a very cute gold-and-white pigeon, which on the one hand he totally gets how it's just the shape that feels best, but god, he's way too pigeon.

Greysol is pretty nice. Having spent over a year as a giant bird before being granted new powers Julien notices and appreciates that it's built for people who struggle with stairs and narrow hallways. He can imagine a city which excludes people whose dæmons settle as big awkward creatures, especially aquatic ones, but maybe the fact that there doesn't seem to be anything genetic or heritable about it helps. Anyone's child could wind up a narwhal or a hippo.

Julien is distracted from this train of thought when someone whose doe dæmon carries a suitcase in her mouth tries to sell him and Julie what looks like an oversized flip phone. It's not a flip phone. It's a hinged wallet with prominent space for treasured tiny portraits made "in the latest style" which looks ridiculously like a big flip phone. Of course he gets one. Julie laughs about it all day.

GRAVE AFFAIRS: The graveyard Julien found is frankly lovely. It's even better tended than the park, though without so many of those soft-looking pine trees or horse trails. The monuments and stones have a familiar aspect to them, for all that the kinds of graves and crypts dead bodies would be interred into seem like a serious minority, but the stonemasons are apparently really good at carving animals. He knows they represent dæmons, but rendered in stone they don't have anything that suggests, like the real beings do, that they're actually people.

They almost stumble into some kind of funeral but dodge and end up among some sculpted bushes like an absolute creeper, watching from some distance. A couple of the bereaved ritually put tiny knives to their dæmons and make cuts that leak floating golden motes as fine ashes are cast to the wind. Julien can't hear the priest well enough to make out all of what he and his soul are alternating saying, but the cadence of it sounds familiar. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"Ashes to ashes, funk to funky," Julie sings quietly. A horrified Julien actually grabs her beak and eyes open all over his clothes and hair, seeing if anyone was close enough to have heard. Muffled but determined she goes on. "We know Major Tom's a junkie."
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9S | OTA

[personal profile] dressedtothe 2017-09-05 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[An Arrival | Day 155 ]
There's a new face around the Carnival. A new face with an unsheathed katana floating at his back, seemingly held up by a glowing, circular ring surrounding its hilt. Despite the blindfold over 9S' eyes, 9S is rapidly turning his head from side to side as he looks around, absorbing the influx of new data before him.

"So... this is where I'll be working, huh?" It looks kind of small compared to the likes of the Bunker. He really hopes the Ringmaster keeps her end of the contract, otherwise he's gonna get totally bored out of his mind.

Hovering about 2 metres off the ground is his robotic companion, Pod 153. When Pod 153 speaks, its voice is robotic, but with a tone that would clearly be identified as female.

< Alert: Unidentified lifeform approaching >

At the warning, 9S turns, his gaze focusing on the stranger... Not that they would be able to see it. Uncertain of how to approach this situation -- they're not going to be androids, he reminds himself -- 9S offers a cautious, "Hi," in greeting.


[It's good to settle]
Observing Greysol from a distance at first, it's easy for 9S to put together the pieces that these humans have a close bond with the biological lifeforms that follow them, given the way they interact with each other. It's strange... he'd been promised the opportunity to meet humans as his contract, but he's never heard of anything like this in his records of humans in the Old World.

He's a little skeptical, but in the end, curiosity wins out and 9S wanders into the city itself, leaving Pod 153 (and more reluctantly, his sword) behind at the Carnival and placing his blindfold into his bag prior in a minor attempt to blend in... Or at least, not stick out. A red glamour butterfly follows behind him.

He immediately gravitates towards the party in Central Park, attracted by the noise and then distracted by a showing of the Greysol daemon inclusive version of 'The Wizard of Oz'. 9S watches quietly... until the introduction of the Tin Man, exclaiming, "Oh come on! There's no way a machine could get a heart!"

Maybe someone needs to shush him before he gets kicked out.

[Wildcard]
[ooc: You know the drill. I match formats and can be reached at [plurk.com profile] jesii for plotting!]
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Hinawa | Open!

[personal profile] sunflowerfields 2017-09-05 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
A: Hey Jealousy (the carnival)

Between Lucas and Claus back home and now Sunny at the carnival, Hinawa is no stranger to small, warm bodies curling up next to her in bed. What she is surprised by is the large, yellow cat lying on top of her in place of the tiny ghost tree. The cat introduces himself as Mortimer, and it doesn't take either of them long to deduce that this is some kind of odd carnival thing. She supposes it's a little better than waking up as a jellyfish underwater, but just a little.

Something's not right, though: Where is Sunny?

Mortimer shares Hinawa's concern, and heads out the door in the form of a lanky bloodhound (well, that's new) to sniff him out. You could run into the pair while on their search, or you might find them later at the base of a large tree near the lake, calling up to a very grumpy little 'mon who seems jealous of his trainer's new companion.

"Phan."

"Replace you?" Hinawa gasps. "Why, I could never replace you, dear!"

"She's right," Mortimer agrees. "There's plenty of room in her heart for you! I should know, it's my heart as well!"

"Phaaaan." Sunny doesn't come down, but his tone sounds a little less angry.

B: The (literal) elephant in the room (all around Greysol)

Eventually, the crisis is averted, although not without Mortimer taking the shape of a beast the likes of which Hinawa has never seen. Despite his imposing size, he decides he likes this form and doesn't seem to shift afterwards. Which begs the question: what do you do with a giant elephant?

Mortimer's answer: go for a ride!

Hinawa finds it highly improper, but he insists on carrying her on his back wherever they go. A daemon as large as he is attracts attention, too, particularly of little kids who want to see the big elephant. Mortimer is happy to indulge them by flapping his ears or spraying water with his trunk, and Hinawa soon relaxes as she watches them enjoying themselves.

"This place is really lovely, isn't it?" She calls down to you as they pass by.

C: Shadow of a doubt (Kerner Island)

...But maybe not so much.

She thought it was a trick of the light at first when she spies something shimmering on the island off in the distance, and when she tries to watch for it again, she's surprised to see a small group of children, barely older than her sons, running through the trees. Where are their parents?

When she asks a local, the story she gets is even worse than unsupervised children. An island of monsters, and the children are sent there to work. How awful!

"Did you hear?" She almost whispers to another carnival member. "That island is full of monsters!"
Edited 2017-09-05 16:43 (UTC)
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Papyrus - will match format!

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2017-09-06 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
☠ THE SHAPE OF YOUR SOUL ☠

Papyrus opens his eyes to see some of the gamer's circle tents rising around him, as if he's lying on the ground.

It's not the first time he's inexplicably and unintentionally fallen asleep at the carnival, and it probably won't be the last... But boy, he's not a fan of it. At least this time he's not a lobster. Or a murderous shadow blob. In fact, he almost feels normal...? Except for a weight on his chest, which stirs and shivers as he reaches up.

"Ugh. Were we asleep?" The weight says, turning a head to look back at him with luminescent eyes. Her voice sounds familiar, or maybe it's not her voice but something else. She's a cat, though that doesn't last long; she leans into his touch, stretches, then changes into a small bird to flit about his head. And he could feel her change shape, almost like he can feel his own hands shift as he pushes himself up, and he realizes.

"Oh," Papyrus exclaims, sitting up and watching her. "Yes, I think we were! But... you weren't here, yet."

"No, not like this. But in a way..." She perches on his knee and fluffs herself into a little ball. "Do you think everybody's split in half like this? If this is some spell to make us fit in somewhere..."

It makes sense. And it's such an exciting question. He offers a finger for her to move to, then leaps to his feet. "Let's find out!!"

Most people are likely asleep, this time of night, but there's usually a few sleepless sorts around.


☠ IT’S GOOD TO SETTLE ☠

"But why a goose?" Papyrus wonders again as they walk through the park, party preparation well in force around them. Settling is a big thing, and one that demands parties! And they've settled so recently, it's like the party's also for them.

Sistina walks a little ahead of him, wings tucked in at her sides, feet plopping along the sidewalk. She doesn't shrug, but tilts her head in a way he's sure means the same thing. "It feels right. I don't know what it means."

"Looking for answers about who you really are?" A new voice calls out from the side of the path, an unfamiliar human with a bullfrog perched on their booth. "Come right over here, and let's have a look at you."

Sure, the form readers have the same kind of sales pitch as any talker from the Carnival, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to what they're saying! Probably.


☠ KERNER ISLAND... HARBOR ☠

Tragically, according to the rules of this world, he's too old and settled in his ways to go to that island.

Well, it's not really a tragedy. Going out to explore an island covered in invisible dangers is not his idea of a fun time. Boating on the open sea, with all those choppy waves, is even less of a fun time??

The goose daemon doesn't mind the waves, despite her worrying and complaining about all manner of other things. They're down at the harbor, Papyrus standing in the surf, so Sistina can bob along just past the cresting waves.

It's just, there's something about it. Humans telling fearful tales of a place where creatures that devour souls reside. Monsters. A place apart from the rest of the world, isolated from it, yet visited by fearless children.

"Do you think the humans back home tell stories like this about the underground?" Sistina wonders, then dips under the water for a moment.

He waits until she surfaces, not yet sure how well she can hear without hearing. "Why would they! Nobody's ever eaten a human soul, that's disgusting."

She looks at him, then away to the mysterious island. "The ones Asgore gathered all went missing... They must have gone somewhere."

That's very true, and he doesn't have a quick answer to it.
Edited 2017-09-06 00:46 (UTC)
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Blue Diamond, OTA

[personal profile] diamondsare 2017-09-06 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
-Shape of Your Soul-

Blue Diamond doesn't sleep, so she is awake and working on a few requisition forms when things go ... strange. Perhaps things going weird was normal after all, and the respite of a month's quiet and relaxation amidst the fae was abnormal. Time passes, and she's unaware of exactly how long, only a dimmest recollection of spinning gold specks in the quiet of the night, like dust motes in a sunbeam.

Were she human, she would have simply assume she spaced out, but this is something she has not done before. Clarity returns abrubtly, to find her clutching her pen a little too tightly and bewildered about the passage of time. On some level already aware she isn't alone, Blue does not start when a large paw reaches out from the shape beside her, to push the paperwork aside and press the hand holding the pen gently down.

And the creature speaks, in a voice that made all song seem flat and thin. "We need to have words, you and I."

Blue does not emerge from her tent until well into noontime. When she finally does, it's clearly prepared for the day's duties, shadowed closely by a large orange tiger. The enormous cat never changes shape or even color, already composed of the steady certainty that Blue operated by. She knows what she is, what her purpose is; so does he. But there's a lighter step to her stride, some unknowable burden a little bit lighter, the day a bit brighter, the future a touch more hopeful. The shade of grief that inevitably dogged her, was replaced for the time being in an orange, black and white coat of fur.

--

-General Vicinity Of Settling Party-

Glamours are awfully handy when you're ordinarily ridiculously tall and vividly blue. Wrapped in the appearance of a vaguely Indian woman with dusky skin and ornately embroidered blue gown and hooded cloak, Blue's still ... recognizable, for those who can see the glamour to begin with. She's a little exotic, and her tiger daemon obviously suits her regal bearing, but she's no Witch and nothing particularly unusual for the natives of Greysol.

Which means she's taking the opportunity to observe 'normal' humanity and what they're up to, seated beneath the spreading branches of a flowering fruit tree to observe, her daemon pressed close against her side; both seem to relish that easy contact, but how unordinary was that truly, in this place?

"What do you suppose they will be like, in another few thousand years? These ones will surely survive."

The tiger tears his own gaze away from watching people go back and forth, their daemons in attendance, studying Blue for a moment before returning to observation. "I do not know. It was easy to presume humanity had simply tried to retroengineer our own technology, but here.." His voice is pleasant, somewhere between tenor and baritone, warm and gentle. Masculine, without a doubt, though gems do not normally come in that sort.

"Each place develops differently, perhaps. Like those floating things in the air. I had not seen them before." A blimp, presumably, by the way both turn in perfect time to watch one creep gracefully through the air. Although it's presumably a private conversation, Blue's rarely been bothered by interruptions before..

-Wildcard-

[Got something else you want to do? Hit me up on discord or PM or somethin'!]
Edited 2017-09-06 03:24 (UTC)
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Shiro Fujimoto | OTA

[personal profile] lionson 2017-09-06 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
The Shape of Your Soul

[Shiro normally wakes up pretty early, since he only sleeps about six hours a night. But on this day he wakes up even earlier than usual, because something big has happened. Namely, at some point in the night he fell out of his bed, and now he's laying on his back on the floor with a giant lioness resting her head against his chest. One that steadfastly refuses to move, even when he tries to shove her off of him.

Yeah, it's going to be quite a morning.

But he does emerge from his trailer some time later in the morning, far later than he usually does but still in the 'early' hours for most people. His lioness is in tow, walking calmly alongside him as he surveys the people who are already up. Or, rather, surveying their daemons. He's curious about them, and while he has already been warned not to touch them, he's still willing to go up and talk to people who have one. Especially if they have an unusual one.
]



Jealous Cat is Jealous

[At some point during the day, Shiro is out and about with his daemon. But the two of them are not alone, because a small two-tailed cat is with them too. The cat seems to be meowing loudly at the lioness, and if anyone is able to understand demon-talk they'll hear an interesting one-sided conversation about how unfair it is for some other cat to just come up and take what is his. But otherwise it just sounds like a cat meowing a lot.

Then suddenly the small cat turns into a much larger one and Shiro suddenly starts laughing his ass off at it all. Which makes the cat huff and puff but ultimately he just puts a paw on Shiro and pins him to the ground.

Help this trapped old man, maybe?
]



Kerner Island (sorta)

[Anyone who is down by the harbor will be able to hear a conversation between Shiro and his daemon as they both look out over the water, attention solidly on the wooded island.]

It's worth investigating.

"They said that adults don't go there."

Yeah, but if there's kids stuck over there then I should go make sure they're okay.

"What about the things that eat souls?"

It'll be fine, they won't eat you. You probably don't taste that good anyway.

"How reassuring."


Wildcard

Make up something of your own to tag with!
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Jonathan Strange | ota!

[personal profile] kingsroads 2017-09-06 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
one: shape of your soul, carnival grounds
Daemons are a part of the human's soul. As such, Strange's daemon is just as contrary, stubborn, and obstinate as he is--much to the magician's annoyance. About halfway through the day, his daemon forcibly tells Strange that she's decided she isn't going to change any more, she's going to stick to this form: the form being a six foot long four hundred pound grey seal. Naturally, an argument has ensued.

Magician and seal are arguing underneath one of the large trees and sorry passing by carnival member, you're going to be caught up in this bullshit as well. "Over here! Don't you think it would be far more convenient if she chose something smaller?" Strange complains, gesturing to the seal.

"And don't you think it would be far more convenient if he chose something less messy?" the seal sasses back, gesturing with her flipper to Strange's mop of bedhead and five o'clock shadow.

two: spring showers, greysol
Despite all his complaining, Strange eventually accepts the daemon's shape. She gains a name, Siobhan, and the two take off to explore Greysol and learn more about the travel between worlds (they use knives instead of mirrors? How odd). The problem here is, seals occasionally need water. And Strange hasn't fully wrapped his head around the bubble of water spell that other people use for their daemons.

So, he makes do. By the third or so day the carnival's in Greysol, people have started to audibly complain about the odd weather changes. Sudden rainstorms are to be expected, but storms that only last a few minutes at most? Storms that barely span a block? It's all a little odd. Still, anyone who's heard Strange brag even for a moment or two can pretty easily piece out just what the cause of these odd rainstorms is (hint, it's Strange). It's during one of those rainstorms that Strange and Siobhan can be found: Siobhan is having the time of her life, swimming through the air and doing a few lazy backflips, while Strange is standing nearby, underneath an umbrella, looking up at the sky occasionally as he does so.

"Such odd weather we're having," he remarks, with an ironic grin on his face.

three: self-reflection, either location, midway through the first week
The bond between daemon and human might not be entirely magic, but the spell that created the daemons from the carnival members is. The longer Strange spends with Siobhan, the more he realizes this extent of the magic that's created her and the easier it is for him to understand it. She's a part of him just as much as he's a part of her. And it's so much easier to deal with self-reflection when you can actually talk to yourself.

There are multiple quiet moments where the two simply chat. It's always by a body of water, mostly for Siobhan's benefit. She'll float in the shallows of the harbor, Strange will sit on the edge of the beach. Or in the carnival, she'll happily swim around the lake while Strange wades knee-deep. For any eavesdroppers, their conversations are annoyingly cryptic. It seems that Strange and Siobhan are on a much tighter wavelength than either of them predicted. So, people can overhear terribly vague snippets of conversation like

"She said she would help. If you asked him, I'm sure he would say the same." "Which is why I won't ask either of them in the first place."
or
"I do wish that idiot would think of himself every once in a while." "You know he won't." "Yes, I know he won't. But the point stands."
or
"Do you remember?" "I don't think I do. Not in it's entirety, at least." "Good." "I'll agree. That IS good."

It's the calmest that Strange has been in ages.
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Tamaki | ota

[personal profile] puddingemote 2017-09-06 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
A: Doing Me a Frighten

After meeting his new friend/other half, a white-headed lemur who Tamaki has named Niko, the only real thing to do was to take a look around town. With all the animals about, he lets Riori come along outside her ball - glamoured, he looks like he has an oriole sitting on his shoulder. Niko is curled in the hood of his sweatshirt, occasionally peeking out or yawning.

It's sometime in his wandering that a ball bounces out of a schoolyard and into his foot; he obligingly tosses it back. For a bit, it becomes a game, the children, interested by Tamaki's pet bird and tall height, coming to the fence and throwing him the ball for him to send back. It goes on quite happily for a moment, until one overly enthusiastic girl lobs it off on a wild course and the ball disappears into the crowd. Tamaki turns to chase it, but there's a lot of people blocking his path.

"I got it," says Niko, leaping nimbly out of Tamaki's hood and weaving off through passersby's legs. Though Tamaki feels a sort of haze drop over his mind, like being a bit tired, he doesn't feel any particular distress from his sudden separation from his daemon.

The children watching him seem to, though, and before Tamaki quite knows what is happening, many of them are shouting, screaming, or crying, and even the teacher supervising them has gone pale, a hand at her mouth. Tamaki looks around desperately for help, wondering what the fuss is about.

"Niko-nee," he calls into the crowd, hoping she'll hurry back so everyone will stop panicking.

B: We're Gonna Have a Party

Now having learned that letting Niko get too far from him is a bad idea, Tamaki makes sure his daemon stays close, the lemur back in her perch in his hood. He's heard about the party in the central park, and can hardly pass that up - which is what leads to him walking around the party, taking everything in with excitement.

"Can you dance, Niko-nee?"

"Of course. I'm you, aren't I?"

Tamaki grins and goes hunting for fellow Carnival members, running over with a wave when he sees someone he's at least seen around.

"Hey! Let's do something!"
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Joker - ota

[personal profile] pipers_son 2017-09-06 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
A - Shape of Your Soul (155, early)

[Joker generally tends to wake up early even now that he's not a vampire who has to scuttle to the big tent before the sun makes him crispy. Stage manager, lot to do, all of that. But when he wakes up earlier than usual to a tiny little magpie nestled inbetween his wings (his sleeping pose is a bit awkward), well. That's new.]

[So is the fact that she can shapeshift. And talk.]

[Clearly this is either someone lost their pet (Feathers the Dartix is curious if nothing else) or, much like that time when they all got to breathe underwater, something is weird about this world. There's only one way to be sure, and that's why Joker plus two birds can be found gliding through the air and glancing around. Sometimes the bird that isn't Feathers is a peahen, or a hawk, or a swan. However, once Joker spots someone and he comes over to land, so does she, and thus becomes a brilliant coated fox.]

[Joker grins as he straightens up.]


Hey! So how about all these bleedin' animals, eh?

[The fox laughs quietly, her voice rough but feminine.]

Polite way of sayin' that sorta thin', huh?

B - Day 156

[Now that it's become apparent that everyone's fun animal companion have stuck to a single form- Joker's own being a magpie that often can be found on his antlers- he has an important thing to do.]

[So if you're a part of the Performance group, except Joker to be whistling for your attention, either from within the big top during practice or while you're out and about. (In which case, look up for two birds and some tit with wings.)]

[If you're not, Joker will come bouncing up.]


Hey! We're lookin' for some folks. Have ya seen...?

[And he'll give a list of names.]

C - Good to Settle

Good timin' for us, huh?

[Whether you're taking part of the free food, checking out a movie, or pondering the form readers, Joker and Aurora the magpie are there as well, and the stage manager has no shame in getting into other people's business.]

[Hey, it's a party, right?]


So what have ya done so far?

D - Kerner Island

[It's been hard not to pick up the strange little island off in the waters, or the odd occurrences around it. Certainly, Aurora is uneasy, and Joker always feels her shifting on his shoulder whenever he glances that way. He's doing right now, in fact, and anyone he can recognize from the carnival will get waved over.]

What do ya make of that place?

E - Songbird

[Anyone going near the trees of the carnival- any trees, whether by the trailers or where the menagerie is kept- might end up picking on the sound of a low conversation.]

-not fine. We kin say that, can't we?

Yeah, yeah- but then who do ya say it to? S'not that easy....

[Both voices go quiet upon the realization that there's someone around, and the branches up high rustle a bit as Joker pokes his head out.]

Hello?
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Allen Walker / open

[personal profile] showmystar 2017-09-06 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
A; Did someone say free food?
[Put out food, and Allen Walker will appear. Very much a wallflower at a party full of strangers in a strange world, Allen plants himself firmly at the food table, shoveling far too much down his gullet than should be possible. Even the pine marten wrapped around Allen's shoulders looks irritated at the sight. Anyone can find Allen stuffing his face while listening in on the locals. He's very interested in the culture and customs surrounding dæmons, just out of curiosity, but you never know what could be useful.

But one can only be so sneaky while inhaling a whole table of food. As he's preoccupied with listening, he's not looking as his hand reaches over a plate the same time as someone else's (possibly yours!). Both hands collide.

Allen jumps, then looks down to the plate that was once full of hot delicious hors d'oeuvres. It is the last one. He locks eyes with his competition. A visual bolt sparks between them.]


I'm sorry, I believe that one is mine. [smile smile smile]

B; Magic and music and harrasment, oh my!
[The rest of the evening of Elaine's party, he'll be enjoying the festivities all across town. Music, magic, street peddlers -- he's awed by it all. No matter how many festivals he's stumbled across, it has never lost its charm on him. (At least, when faeries aren't involved.) He had been particularly interested in the man juggling orbs of fire -- "I wonder if I could learn to do that," he had mumbled to himself -- but at the moment, he's preoccupied with a form reader.

Read as: he's being harassed by one.]


Your dæmon is in the form of a marten, is it? [The reader's tone is all mysticism and histronics.]

And a bird, sometimes . . . [Allen scratches his cheek awkwardly, his eyes casting about for an escape. Any escape.

The American Pine Marten curled around Allen's shoulders frowns as much as a pine marten can frown, her ears flicking back irritably. A cautious air surrounds her.]
Anything we like, really.

[The form reader latches onto Allen's admission like a starving man on steak.] Ahh, I see! You've yet to settle. That's all right, it will come with time. It would seem your personality has many facets, the strongest being--

[Allen perks up when he finally sees someone he recognizes from the carnival, his right arm flailing back and forth in an over-the-top wave.] Heyyyy! It's been a while! Why didn't you tell me you'd be here??

[Allen rushes over and throws his arm around the poor carnival worker's shoulders in an attempt to drag them over to the form reader. Yes, he has found his replacement. A worthy sacrifice, thank you! Allen is all smiles, and are his teeth a little too sharp for something like this . . . ?!]

Why don't you get a reading???

C; I am the Lord of the Flies!!
[Allen is finally dressed like a local, and -- small blue bird perched on his left shoulder -- he is standing at the harbor. Only a formidable stretch of water separates him and Kerner Island. Both hands are planted on his hips as he surveys the cold, quiet scene.

It would appear he is looking for a ride.]


I don't like this. [A female voice pipes up from the kingfisher on Allen's shoulder. She ruffles her feathers as if she were cold.] You should learn to leave well enough alone.

If you really are me, you would know better than that. [Allen answers her idly, and the bird only sighs. Finally spotting a young boy standing at the docks who looks like he was conceived in sea water, Allen stalks up to him.]

Excuse me! Is anyone taking visitors to that island over there?

[Dear god someone stop him]
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[ for rita ]

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-09-07 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"... and they really can't leave the island?"

It's early enough in their stay that Lambert hasn't figured out everything about this world yet -- and from the sound of it, it could take a good long while to even make the attempt. Diplomacy is far from his strong suit, though. From the slight squirming of the middle-aged woman in front of him, whose armadillo daemon is trying in vain to curl up into a ball, being interrogated by a tall, scarred witch isn't the most comfortable experience, even if it is in broad daylight and there doesn't seem to be anything untoward about to happen.

"Yes! Er... at least, I'm pretty sure they can't! No one's ever seen one off the island!" the woman stammers out, flushing under the attention. One never knows with witches, after all.

"Good to know," Lambert nods, with a smile that completely fails at being anything resembling reassuring. "You ever been over there yourself?" On his shoulder, his daemon leans forward. To other members of the Carnival, the suggestion of a bird's shape about her is eclipsed by her real nature as a polecat, but all the woman can see is a bird of prey leaning in closer and she unconsciously squeaks, taking a step back.

And, as it happens, bumping right into someone behind her as she does so. "Oh! I'm so sorry, are you all right?"
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Yuzu Hiragi | OTA

[personal profile] fusionactuallysuitsher 2017-09-07 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Shape of Your Soul

Yuzu had been trying her best to get settled in with her new position. It was so strange to see Yuya and Gongenzaka here, even if that Gongenzaka looked remarkably different that the one she's so used to. (She was quite glad Yuya reassured her that it was their Gongenzaka). But, now, comes the case of waking up the next morning... and finding a cat in her bed.

"Woah, woah, woah! What in the world?!" she yelped out in shock. "When did you show up?!"

"A few minutes ago, at least." the cat replied. "Are you always this loud?"

"Not when I'm shocked by your appearance!" Yuzu replied.

It's Good To Settle

Yuzu wasn't part of this town, but she had to admit she was quite curious about the party going on. All of this over these daemons? It was so strange! But, hey, a party is a party and it wouldn't be right to ignore such an invitation! If you happen to catch her wandering around, she'll have her daemon, still a cat, perched on her head like a total dweeb.

"I need more height. Grow taller." the cat complained.

"Do you think I'm magic? I can't do that!" Yuzu replied.
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Lapis Lazuli OTA

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-09-08 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[For Peridot:]

Lapis, as usual, is napping peacefully in the hammock, with soft, aggressive snores every now and again.

Right up until the glamour takes hold, and there's a loud sound of something large hitting the trailer floor with some force, followed by a mix of a snarl, a surprised noise and Lapis' voice yelling.

[Movie Night]

There's a small comfort of familiarity to watching movies when you've suddenly become a thousand pound bear. Even if it's in open air, it's not like she can shift off the glamour, and it's too much to shapeshift off in the first place. So Lapis sits to the best of her ability, head in one massive paw as she watches the moving screens. Thankfully with all the fur, the nights aren't even remotely chilly, and she's more or less disinclined to move from her now favoured spot. She also has zero problems with making loud commentary as she watches.

"Seriously? She could have moved over on the that raft. There's more than enough space for both of them. At the very least she could have held onto him, or they could have taken turns." She snorts indignantly, clearly offended by Greysol's rendition of The Titanic. "And who keeps playing music as a ships going down? Great idea there."

[Harbour Docks]

Lapis sits on the edge of the docks eyeing Kerner Island. It's a clear day, and she can see some trash littered about the island. From what she can tell, most of it is junk, but some of it she's sure might be useful in making new Morp pieces. It wouldn't be hard to get there, it looks like a short enough swim. An even shorter swim if she decides to use her water powers to manipulate it and just push her down there.

On the other hand, should she really be going down there without someone like Peridot? Surely the other gem would want some of the things scattered about too. Besides, it seems like only humans are affected by whatever it is on the island? And less so human children. So clearly her, as a bear, should be able to go grab some junk and bring it back, right? Right.

She turns to whoever it is who happens to be next to her. "Hey, do you know if there are any boats that go there?" She points with her entire arm.

[Wildcard]
lets face it im not great at top levels
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[personal profile] bananaspeedrider 2017-09-08 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
A - Soul Charge

[As it goes for practically everyone else, there isn’t much to remember past the haze of having one’s soul be pulled from their body and into a solid shape. Yugo woke up startled when he found himself being watched by a dog that he might’ve written off if not for the fact it had teal dragon eyes and golden crystal growing from their hide like natural armor.

Needless to say there was a bit of surprised shouting before Yugo got the hint of what exactly was going on.

Anyone sensitive to to the presence of card spirits might detect hot and furious jealousy already radiating out from his deck as said duelist stares with awe and mirth as his daemon flits through her preferred shapes, the number of which being short a handful.]


*PWING-FWOOSH*

[Until that happens. And that is the sound of familiar green and yellow power blasted into the air, but there’s no duel in progress for Clear Wing Synchro Dragon to be out and neither was it Yugo. Instead...]

...Oh I enjoy this. I will be enjoying this a lot.

You can breath fire too…?!?

[Aside from the fae changes that apparently go as deep as Yugo’s own soul, one on carnival grounds might see them in the form of an osprey, pitbull terrier, komodo dragon, or leopard seal- crystals and all.]

---
B - Synchro Cracker

[Wanna know what the best thing about parties is in Yugo’s opinion? Still the food. Tamatebako, or just “Tama” as the two compromised, is settled into the form of a somewhat undersized but still ferociously confident leopard seal. Legs were apparently overrated.

She copies his actions of observing all the sights and sounds around them, but sniffs at the various dishes at the buffet as well, curious at the very least. Though Tama’s since learned very quickly not to trust Yugo’s judgement on what makes for a pleasant taste experience.

Alternatively one would find these two with a form reader, mutually glowing from vague praises such as being unafraid of being bold, known for their ingenuity, and unphased by the stresses of life.]


---
C - Wildcard!

[Got something else in mind? Come at me!]
Edited 2017-09-08 02:01 (UTC)
amusicaladventure: (Alarm)

[personal profile] amusicaladventure 2017-09-08 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Argument in the Streets

Being a witch was profoundly disturbing for reasons that Ash had to acknowledge were very shallow. But... a lot of her identity was wrapped up in being a damnably attractive girl in very feminine ways. Now, glamoured? She probably had people questioning her gender, and that was downright weird.

All the brilliance and radiance about her had condensed into a scarlet macaw, which rode her shoulder quite proudly as she strolled down the streets of Greysol towards the park where she'd heard so much was afoot. "I feel like a pirate," she commented.

"You've neither the eyepatch, nor the peg leg," the macaw replied in a shockingly deep voice -- he sounded more like a movie narrator than the squawking Polly who wanted a cracker that he looked like he'd be.

"Ah ah ah," she said. "What did I tell you to say, Twyth?"

The macaw scratched his beak, managing to make the gesture look profoundly rude. "You don't even know what 'pieces of eight' means, Ashleigh."

Not a Broom, Just A Branch

"Okay!" Ash said, from her position upside-down some seven feet off the ground. "Okay, little -- little trouble here!" Her legs were solidly wrapped around a wooden branch and her hands clung to it with all the strength she could muster, which kept her from falling, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out how to rotate the branch back around again so she was upright. "Everything's under control, just got to -- whoa!"

The branch lunged a foot lower to the ground, then leveled out once more. Ash glanced up, or down depending, at the ground now much closer to her head.

"This was way less intuitive than I had hoped..."
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[personal profile] zebrarhyme_everytime 2017-09-08 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Pic-A-Nic Baskets

The awesome sight of a panserbjørn was nothing to sneer at on the best of days -- and especially not one clad in armor of gold, silver, and obsidian than shone like the sun, the moon, and the starry void all at once.

In utter contrast to the awesome appearance she presented, Zecora was seated quite politely near a table, drinking tea and holding a plate of scones, and privately marveling that this massive form had dexterity enough in its hands to behave in a relatively human-like way.

Bear Puns!

Those who didn't recognize Zecora's new form would surely recognize her voice as it rose over the hubbub of the party. She was in the middle of a ring of children, answering the questions they gleefully babbled at her, while around them anxious parents watched, torn between trying to be openminded and instinctive parental fear of a massive animal right next to their babies.

"No, it is not a graft!
Just exquisite armorcraft!"
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Lambert | OTA

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-09-08 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
1. party animals
Free food and entertainment? Sign Lambert up. The witcher is mingling among the party attendees, working through a plate of food while he walks. Most locals seem a little wary to approach, though that's perhaps because of the marbled polecat hovering about ten feet over his head, who's alertly scanning the crowd. She's glamored to look like a small bird of prey, and if you squint, you can just see the edge of feathers. Occasionally, she'll drop down to perch on Lambert's shoulder to take a break and bother him for scraps.

When she spies something of interest -- a bit of particularly choice food, an intriguing looking party game, or another Carnival member's daemon --- she doesn't hesitate to dive towards them. It inevitably startles a yell out of the witcher as she drags him along using the short tether of their connection, and he's forced into a stumbling run.

2. it's a bird, it's a plane, it's a witch(er)

On a quiet afternoons with clear skies, the Nightrider and his daemon can be found in the park, bickering at each other in companionable antagonism. Depending on the time, he can be found studying one of the soft-needled trees marked for witches to use, wrinking his nose as he runs his fingers over a branch.

"This doesn't look like it could hold a wet cat."

"Don't worry about your girlish figure, Lambert, your ass isn't as heavy as it looks."

A little later in the day, one might run into him cursing up a storm, dangling twenty feet from the ground with one hand clutching a pine branch. Luckily, it's stable, but it also doesn't seem to be inclined to do anything useful like, say ... let him get back on the ground.

"Try not to break your neck!" The polecat chirps, watching the proceedings with lazy interest.

"How about I land on you to break my fall?" the witcher grates back. With a grunt, he heaves himself up so he can grab the branch with both hands, swinging himself back and forth to gain the momentum to pull himself up and scramble back on the branch. Judging from the pine needles on his clothing, he's been at this for a while.

"Then we'll both be dead, silly. Hmm, suicide pact, I like it."

3. wildcard
Bring your own starter! Lambert also be found bargaining for trinkets at the market and meditating or running drills at the training grounds in the Carnival.
Edited 2017-09-09 00:03 (UTC)

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