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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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But she'll come. She didn't leave you before. She won't leave you now.
[ There's an emphasis on those words, specifically focusing on the you's. Whether it's a you specifically to Psi or a you about the general carnival audience, it's hard to tell. ]
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Should I just wait then? Leave everything in her hands?
[He doesn't even know who this is, but the man seems to have known all the answers until now.]
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But Psionic wants an answer. So Psionic's getting an answer. An answer might help, it might ease the hurt just a little. So Cole reaches out, reaches in, pulling into Psi's memories as well as the memories of various carnival members surrounding them. One situation where they solved the problem themselves, two quarters and the bat, piercing through the souls. And one situation where dragons clashed in the hot, the heat, the heart.
That doesn't solve anything. But Psionic wants an answer. So Psionic's getting an answer. ]
It...depends. If you can act, do. If you cannot act, wait.
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Who are you?
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[ It's not really an answer, but it's all Psi's going to get. This isn't working. Cole can tell that much. He frowns, looking at Psi, regarding him, trying to think back on the question. Because he doesn't know what the Psionic should do. He doesn't know if he should wait or he should act or what he should do because Cole doesn't even know how he got here in the first place.
But Psi's scared and Psi's hurting and he can't just make him forget and start over (though how Cole wishes he could make the Psionic forget and start this conversation over). But he's already forgotten too much already. ]
I don't know how this will end, [ he continues, raising his voice a little. ] And I don't—I don't know her. Not yet. I just know you. The Psionic. All of yours are here and some of yours can help.
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How do you know me?
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[ How can there be so many people here who are terrified and sad, who are worried about things to come? Cole doesn't know how, he just knows there are. And it's...worrying. ]
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[Or maybe on his world they called such abilities "magic." To the Psionic that was a false name. An innate power like that is one you can't learn in the same way you can magic. There's no rules to it, other than the limitations a person puts on themselves.]
Well. Thank you, Cole.
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Perhaps? [ because again, doesn't know the term. But Psi's thanked him and that makes Cole just feel so wonderful inside. He gives the troll a little nod, confused frown fading. ] And you're welcome, the Psionic.