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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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This is probably a bad thing.
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But then Syr starts getting bitten by a bunch of spiders, so that's a big distraction.
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"Syrlya!"
He gives a start at seeing all those damn spiders and takes a step that way. He isn't wading through the spiders to get to him, though. He's stepping into the shadow of an armchair and attempting to step through that over to Syrlya's shadow. If he's successful, he's grabbing Syr and backstepping to a shadow further away from spiders.
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And just kind of stares as Syrlya gets ganged up on by spiders.
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He's already backing away for the door, though. This isn't what he's here for.
--and his magic is only really useful once Syr is dead, okay.
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Still, he's swearing under his breath while getting them off (while getting picked at by a bird, and this is just an awful situation all around). They're very plant based vulgarity.
Once they're off, he'll wave his hand with a bright light to attempt some self-healing for the--poison? It's not a strong spell but he's hoping it'll do at least something.
And they should probably leave or clear the spiders.
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To everyone else, he snaps, "Into the bedroom, now." Because if no one's moving to kill those spiders already, he's going to assume no one can. That means trying to get away from what else got out of that box, instead.
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They will come out into a luxurious bedroom area, complete with massive four poster bed, a large bathing area, an enormous walk-in closet, and a number of other things. It doesn't really seem like a place for keeping magical items so much as a place to keep his personal grooming items.
Bicorn will explain that she never saw anything special in here besides his personal belongings. She thinks that there is a way to get to the floor above, but she can't remember how.
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At Childermass's demand, he pushes himself off of whatever is nearby using the glaive's handle and drifts that way, keeping above the floor. He's headed for that bedroom.
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He looks up at the ceiling at the Bicorn's prompting, but isn't making any search attempts yet in favor of making sure he's, you know, not about to die.
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"That's spreading fast," he points out what's painfully obvious. He reaches out tentatively to touch some of the blackening skin. "Can you still feel this?"
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He glances around expectantly. Someone's gotta be able to do something here, right?? Illusion magic is useless.
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"You may want to sit down," he tells Syrlya before turning and calling out to the others, "Foster, Taako. Come over here. I've no magic of my own that could help with this."
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"What's up?"
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"... as long as that arm is attached to a living body, there's nothing I can do to it," he informs them coldly.
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"It's the poison from the spiders. It'll reach the rest of his body soon, which means we either need to cure it or—" And here he looks back over at Syrlya. "We may have to remove it to save your life, but I do not know if you would survive that, either."
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Upon inspecting the bedside hand mirror, the bicorn will come up behind him and look at it, furrowing her brow. After a few moments, she will say:
"That mirror... I believe he used it to command the house somehow. But it would only react to his face..."
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"... uh... I mean, we could just hack the thing off, I guess, but we don't really need a spell for that. I guess I could cauterize it afterwards?" He glances back at Syrlya, apologetic. "I mean, if that's cool with you, I guess? What, uh, are you, exactly?"
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But he knows he may not had that option, he may not have a choice. He inspects the wound critically as it starts going up his bicep. "I am--foliage. A plant."
That's more descriptive than his actual people. He presses his good hand against the wounded flesh, trying to feel it. "Sap does not bleed quickly. How well could you remove the afflicted flesh without taking the whole arm? Although it's preferable if you've better healing magic than I."
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He doesn't pick the mirror up, but instead comes up behind the elf suddenly while Taako is looking over Syr's arm.
"When you're done with this, I have something for you."
He's mostly addressing Taako, because he has an idea--but the 'you' is plural nonetheless.
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... and then he slips back into a more neutral expression and goes, instead, to Syrlya, looking over the arm more directly.
"... Uh. Maybe I can just kind of... burn off the gross stuff? If you're a plant and all that. Is that... okay with you, or like..."
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But he relents with a sigh, and at least his shoulder still works so he can hold his arm up, turning his body so it's sticking out away from him.
"Do we have any option besides mutilating it?" It's a rhetorical question, because if Taako could his suggestion would probably be that and not to amputate or burn him. But better that than dead. "I have to trust whatever it is you can do."
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The result of a nat 20, finding the macguffin and a friend
He didn't want this
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