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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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Impulsively, he reaches forward and wraps his arms around her in a hug. Maybe that will make this easier, somehow. To know that he's here, even while all this fae magic is still messing with her head.
"I know it's scary," he says, more softly. He can feel the suppressed panic inside of her. He kind of feels the same way. "But... But we have to think about it, okay? Like Garnet said. We have to see what's wrong so we can make it better."
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"I can't do this, Steven," she insisted. It wasn't something she could defeat.
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"You can! I know you can. You can do all kinds of stuff you never thought you could." Like sword fighting and dancing with him and helping him protect Earth. "And... And I need you right now, Connie. The real you."
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"Steven," she said, as seriously as she could.
"Let's-" The cloud was creeping in, in every direction, but- "Can we, look at the sky together? Maybe... your friends want to enjoy the party too!"
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"Y-Yeah, sure!"
He takes her hand, and this time it's him leading her away from the dancefloor. Soon they are back over at the window, blasts of blue lasers and orange flame lighting up the courtyard below.
"Oh... oh boy," he says, putting his other hand to his forehead.
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...or are they creating a lightshow?
"Wow, Steven, think we can get closer to that? It looks so pretty!"
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Of course, this is about the time that the Prince is approaching the fallen balcony and that he starts addressing those at its edge. Steven freezes completely, abruptly putting an arm between Connie and the fae ahead.
Slowly, he tries to prompt her to take a few steps back.
"Oh... Oh no..." he mumbles, eyes wide.
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"Who is...?" She started to ask, before she realized that she already knew the answer to the question someone. "The Prince," she whispered. The host of the ball. The master of the manor.
She was seized by anxiety, and any progress she'd made a moment ago was immediately reversed, guilt washing down on her for her attempts to undermine her master's wishes.
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He reaches over to wordlessly take her hand, leading her away. He can't bear the idea of risking her to him - the thought that he might do something to hurt her, if she really is under his power. He quickly pulls her along the wall, trying to get her out of sight as quickly as possible.
"It's okay, Connie," he says softly, trying not to make a big deal of it despite the fact that it definitely feels like a big deal to him. "We'll figure out something else."
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"We- we can talk to the Prince! Maybe we can convince him to pardon your friends!"
i didn't even see there was two tags to this omg
"Connie no, he won't listen! This is... This is all some kind of game for him," he pleads. "I know how fae like this work... he won't pardon anybody unless you give him something in return..."
Which, don't. For the record.
i didn't number them cuz i was lazy