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- !event,
- 9s,
- @heartstone manor,
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- cole,
- commander syrlya,
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- julien delacroix,
- junko enoshima,
- lambert,
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- 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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Where said four legged shrub was right now he wasn't sure but it surely wouldn't take long to find him. Something that big doesn't just blend in. "You're not wearing that because you want to go have a chat." It wouldn't be hard to force Ichigo to his knees. Getting him to submit is a very, very different matter.
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But... Ichigo wasn't going to let him go without making a scene, was he. Creating his own self fulfilling prophecy. So, with a heavy sigh, he pulls the mask from his face and looks down at it in his hand.
"You've seen very little of what I can do. What I've done since I've been out and about. But you never believe me anyway, you absolute asshole. You can't even trust yourself."
With another sigh he sits down, setting the mask next to the cold cheeseburger with a "clack". He then snaps his fingers and attracts the attention of a servant who had been watching their tense standoff.
"Whole roasted pheasant, ya brainwashed pissant."
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"Trust is earned, and all you've ever done with it is try to kill me or possess me." It's said flatly, a touch coldly. Their interactions never were pleasant. "The ends don't justify the means."
He'd never bothered to find out if this was normal, but presumably it was. Or maybe 'normal' was closer to the relationship he had with the old man.
What was he doing right now?
Ichigo doesn't relax immediately when Zangetsu sits down, that didn't mean the battle was won, simply ... delayed. He knows how this song and dance goes, and it's nothing like the dancing going on over there.
"...Ask for it whole and they're probably going to give it to you with all the feathers and inside bits."
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He wonders that as well. Was the old man affected by this strange haze too? Or was he perfectly normal with a voice that couldn't reach Ichigo in his current condition? Maybe a little of both? Zangetsu feels like he could probably go back inside Ichigo's soul if he wanted, to check on his old friend. But he isn't sure he'd be able to find his way back out again.
Not worth the risk.
"Yeah, and? What if I want the organs and stuff in the middle? Those are the best parts."
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It wasn't hard to just stay alive. Run like a coward, hide in holes, never do anything or help anyone. That ... wasn't something he'd ever do. There were far too many things that were more important than his own life.
Like the pending end of reality?
There's a moment's pause and a frown, but that thought detaches and floats away; whether it was his or another voice that had suggested it, he doesn't know. And for now, doesn't care.
"The organs and things in the middle only go into stuffings you disgusting--" The song changes, and Ichigo pauses again. Oh he likes this one. "...Actually, hold that thought. I'll deal with you later."
It's hard to resist and he's not gonna bother. Whether or not Zangetsu is going to be there when he gets back is another matter entirely ... and very unlikely.
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He gives a small, knowing smile as the music takes Ichigo away. Oh he may WANT to deal with it later.
But Zangetsu won't be here.
He watches as Ichigo moves to the dance floor and does... what he must assume is "dancing". It looks more like flailing to him but at least Ichigo seems to be having fun? Brainwashed fun.
Zangetsu takes his mask and disappears into the crowd.