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Entry tags:
- !4th wall,
- !event,
- 9s,
- @heartstone manor,
- alphys,
- ashleigh mischief,
- carly nagisa,
- cole,
- commander syrlya,
- five,
- foster van denend,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
- herbert west,
- hinawa,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- julien delacroix,
- junko enoshima,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- mercury black,
- miko nakadai,
- papyrus,
- reira akaba,
- rin okumura,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
- sora,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- taako,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- the psiioniic,
- tyki mikk,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yugo,
- yuzu hiragi,
- yūya sakaki,
- zangetsu,
- zecora
⇨ FOURTH WALL EVENT! (OPEN TO ALL)
Who: Everyone and the 4th Wall Visitors!
When: Day 175
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: THE 4TH WALL BALL BEGINS! This is where unapped visitors can post and roleplay. Please read the rules and setting info below. For more information and visuals refs, read this. Questions can be asked over here.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.
When: Day 175
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: THE 4TH WALL BALL BEGINS! This is where unapped visitors can post and roleplay. Please read the rules and setting info below. For more information and visuals refs, read this. Questions can be asked over here.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.
THE GRAND BALL↴![]() Heartstone Manor is a giant, spooky castle floating in the middle of a twilight filled void. It is the home of a Wyld Fae calling himself The Prince - and despite his name, he is a bestial creature crammed into a gentleman's clothing, completely obsessed with replicating the ideals of old timey human society, much like the 1800's. The Prince and his many servants all dress in a manner appropriate to to the 1500's - 1800's, and decorum and beauty are held sacred above all else. All the workers of the carnival are currently staying there, in the hope of enabling a successful diplomatic venture between the Ringmaster and the Prince. The Grand Ball is being thrown by the Prince to honour these guests, but his manner of doing this is going to come as a bit of a surprise.
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Instead he only shrugs holding his gaze to Sans's eyes. "Apologies, I suppose that was too blunt. I must admit, this was not how I was expecting us to find you."
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Even more bile rises in his throat, ready to be spat out with bitterness and resentment, but for now he holds it in. No point in not savoring this.
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And then he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. "What was the first day people were going missing?"
He remembers it, distantly, but he needs and anchor.
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His eyes narrow, all at once.
"I'd be more mad, but it doesn't look like I'm missing much."
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"Well, I seem to be having trouble remembering." It doesn't spill out as bitterly as Sans, but it's obvious he's angry. Frustrated.
It works, however, hearing Sans say it. It confirms his memories for him, and suddenly it's clearer how things were so tense and volatile by the... the hunt, wasn't it? "What happened?"
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"Why would I bother getting into it? You seemed to think I was pretty replaceable, after all."
The light in his blue eye flares menacingly, flickering with an interior of gold.
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"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."
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Ooh. Right. The illusion. He turns back to Sans and against the wall a bit, absently fiddling with his sleeve with a sheepish expression.
"That was not my intention," he mutters, but it takes a moment to remember what it was. "I wanted to buy time so that we could find you and the missing without more of them--"
He gestures out at the ballroom floor. "Your loss was significant. But fine, my plan was terrible."
In part because he was just really bad at pretending to be Sans.