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lostcarnival2017-10-13 06:00 pm
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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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Sans steps back, sheathing his sword.
"You've got something on your face," he says. "You should go get that looked at."
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There's something here he's still determined to say.
"Easier, then?" he says casually.
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"Ya could kill me, if ya like," he continues, once it's clear Sans won't say anything. "But, ah-" His shoulders jerk, a silent laughter, but the sound doesn't leave his mouth. Has he learned his lesson? Doubtful. "That wouldn't solve anythin'. Would it?"
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There are rules to be followed. Orders to be kept. It's really just that simple, and decision making doesn't apply.
"That boo boo there is for the disrespect. Otherwise, you toe the line and I've got no reason to kill you."
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With that gone, what else is in its place?
"Laughing at a joke is disrespect?" he says, fingers twitching at his side as the stone gathering against his face really starts to solidify.
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"This isn't a joke, you dumb asshole."
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With a shrug, he sweeps his hand out to the side- gesturing to himself and Sans both. "Goin' off at me like that about everythin. But then, can't really stab at a mirror with any satisfaction, huh?"
Because they both know what's between them, after all.
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"Whatever things you think we have in common, I can tell you they no longer apply. It's freeing, y'know? When you realize we don't actually mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Why even pretend?"
The words just seem to come out, filling in gaps - painting a picture where this is somehow an acceptable state of affairs. But yet...
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It shows in the sudden swipe up of his ears, utterly silent now with no earrings to jangle along their lengths. For the first time in a while, he feels focused. There's still a haze in his head, his heart in his throat, and he feels as if he could very easily spew acid on someone's feet- but there's a focus now. A light in the fog.
"So that's the new one," slips out of his mouth, sand between his teeth that he doesn't think to stop. "I guess it didn't change as much as I thought." It sounds like nonsense, a little bit, but he's feeling like nonsense, so whatever.
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"So, what's that supposed to mean?" he asks, narrowing his eyes impatiently.
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"Ya can say things have changed, but it's lookin' like not much."
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"Now, get out of here before I run you through."
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And with that, he disappears into the crowd. He needs to find somewhere to calm his racing and frantic heart before he does anything else stupid.