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lostcarnival2017-10-24 09:07 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2017-10-24 09:07 pm
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⇨ SAY UNCLE
Who: Everyone who isn't in jail!
When: Day 175, 11:30PM onward.
Where: The Realm that used to contain Heartstone Manor.
What: Team carnival has gotten what they came for, but in the meantime they have lost what they came with. With his ace in the hole gone, the Prince is tearing apart the Heartstone Manor and reshaping it into an impregnable fortress to lock away his new most precious commodities - the Ringmaster's captured followers. Welcome to a hostage situation, this could take a while.
Warnings: Violence, and etc.
When: Day 175, 11:30PM onward.
Where: The Realm that used to contain Heartstone Manor.
What: Team carnival has gotten what they came for, but in the meantime they have lost what they came with. With his ace in the hole gone, the Prince is tearing apart the Heartstone Manor and reshaping it into an impregnable fortress to lock away his new most precious commodities - the Ringmaster's captured followers. Welcome to a hostage situation, this could take a while.
Warnings: Violence, and etc.
AFTER THE BALL↴ Around 11:30PM is when everything starts changing - and for most in Heartstone Manor, the triggers will have remained unseen. In the ongoing thunderstorm it was easy to miss, and the Prince losing control over his realm only occured before a small group of workers intent on saving the carnival from a terrible fate. An ancient High Fae artifact called the Blue Rose was stolen from the Prince, and in reaction he is being forced to abandon his plans of controlling the Ringmaster, instead trying to hide away in his realm for the purposes of saving his own skin. His main bartering chip? The workers that he's been capturing up to this point. He knows that, unlike himself, the Ringmaster cares about mortals, and especially about the ones who follow her. He's willing to bet that she won't allow them to die for the sake of her own convenience, and he's right. Now that the Blue Rose is the carnival's, she's intent to take back what was stolen from her, as well as the lives of all the servants that the Prince has been stealing away for eons. By whatever means necessary. ► SPLIT THE EARTH: Characters all across the Manor will be treated with initial tremours that will soon escalate into a full-fledged earthquake, capable of collapsing buildings and rending the earth. The cause of this is simple: the Prince is using his powers of elemental earth to reshape his realm into something more suited to protect him. Specifically, he is changing what was a manor house into a fortress meant to defend, and allowing the rest to collapse into ruin. The Manor is still nothing but a castle floating in a void - as the earth breaks apart, it will be nothing but an endless freefall between the floating chunks of debris. Over the next twelve house that earthen debris will be reshaping and solidifying into a new layout, but having to be there while it happens is one hell of a ride! ► BREAK THE ILLUSION: It's as the world starts shaking that the last of the Prince's spell over the minds of his guests will begin to fade away. However, it may wear off more slowly than is helpful in an emergency earthquake situation. The ballroom trance may linger even as lives are threatened, and it will take a pointed effort to make sure that everyone gets out of the Manor's collapse safely. At the same time, the illusionary guests will begin to fade and disappear. The ones that remain are the ones that are real, but it may be a bit painful to realize which ones were simply a lie to begin with. ► SAVE WHO YOU CAN: Despite being knocked out by a surprisingly massive blast from the Prince's magic crystal, the Ringmaster will manage to gather herself up eventually. When she does, the last of the storm will finally come to an end. She'll be doing what she can to try to gather up both servants of the Prince and all of her workers, but it'll be impossible to get to all of them first. A large portion of the servants have undoubtedly been stolen away by the Prince into his newly built fortress, but with the effort of carnival members new and old, they can still save as many as possible. Of course, those held in the Prince's most secure prisons will remain out of reach... for now. ► WAKE THE SUN: As the worst of the earthquakes stop and the new islands of floating land begin to settle, the clouds from the thunderstorm will finally pass, as the Ringmaster seems to summon up a sun to light the realm for the first time since the carnival's arrival. In reality it's sometime in the early, early morning by the Manor's schedule, but whatever! It's easier to not die when the sun is out, don't you think? The Prince's security and gargoyle soldiers are still out and about, and they're clearly interested in capturing as many hostages as possible. ► SIGN A CONTRACT: This is when the Ringmaster will be taking those that were summoned to the Prince's ball aside to offer them contracts in order to free them from the Prince's influence. She'll do her best to explain that the only way to wipe out his control is to take on a new 'master', but they can take some time to think about it if necessary. The truth is, of course, that until they officially sign onto the Ringmaster's camp, there will still be the chance that the Prince will be able to control them. ► WALK THE RUINS: One Day 176 things will have settled completely, with the land now forming a massive fortress on the far side of several large floating islands. The ruins of the old buildings will scatter those islands, forming towers that will swiftly gain small colonies of gargoyles, ready to swoop down and attack carnival members. Further complicating matters is the fact that the rending of the landscape has resulted in bursting open the underground prisons that the Prince had been keeping his most bestial servants, which mean all kinds of mortals long since twisted into the forms of giant spiders, scorpions, monstrous beasts, and other terrifying creatures will now be running amock on the islands, desperate for food. Try not to hold it against them - they didn't ask to be this way. ► REGROUP: While the Ringmaster doesn't want everyone to just run back home (if they do that, the Prince will undoubtedly make them unable to enter again, or at least take over the landscape more fully) she will manage to open a portal back to the carnival in the afternoon of Day 176, formed between two freshly grown trees. This means that carnival members will be able to fetch new clothing, supplies, weapons, and whatever they need to prepare for the battle ahead. Right now, the chaos is still unfolding, but the battle to save the Prince's captives is still ahead. [OOC: Gargoyles and transformed servants from the underbelly can be NPC'd from this point onward. Gargoyles are the Prince's most deadly servants made of extremely durable rock and bearing scorpion tails with venom that can turn bodies into stone. They want to grab anyone they can, trap them, and then fly them off to the Prince's dungeons as collateral. Don't let them! Transformed servants are the beasts who were freed from the underground prison they were left in to rot. They are servants that were transformed into monsters by the Prince, and most of them have been driven insane with bestial hunger from months and years of starvation and atmospheric poison. The Ringmaster is interested in helping them, to see if there is way they can be changed back, so if you have the heart nonlethal methods are most appreciated.] |
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[ Junko's so revolted by the idea of making someone think she was spouting soulmate stuff that she literally changes a personality just to get away from it. Amazingly, she doesn't comment on Junky, she'll save that for later. ]
I'm SAYING if we're being indentured servants to some goddamn ringleader, then we should make our own fun while the cat's away. Holding a knee to my throat is cute and all, but I wanna see what you can REALLY do. And in turn, I'll show you the real meaning of Ultimate Analyst!
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[ She likes that phrase a lot, and he lets it play off his tongue once, punctuating each word with a crisp "t" as if toying with the words and the ideas they convey. ]
If you're so good at figuring people out, then shouldn't you already know what I'll say?
[ Which begs the question: will he say what she predicts, or will he intentionally try to say something beyond her prediction? Or will that be too much hassle, and he'll just admit if she's right? Or is he going to just not answer her at all? ]
Come on, show me what you've got. Take the words out of my mouth before I even say 'em.
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Okay, word for word.
[ Well, first, you get treated to this look, and then what comes out next-- is almost a deadly accurate impression of Mercury's voice, just having the tint of coming from a woman. ]
"You wanna see what I can really do and then pretend you analyzed all of it? Sounds like a shitty analyst to me. Sounds like you're trying to pull a stupid magic trick to convince me you're special. I'm only here for one thing: Getting out of my shithole of a world before it collapses on itself, and even though I signed a contract with the Ringmaster, I don't have any intention of bending the knee. I'm here to kill two things: time and boredom. If there's anything I hate, it's boredom.
Did you know? I killed my dad because I was bored of taking his shit. Sure, I was mad, too. But it was also dull as fuck. I joined up with some woman I didn't even know because I was so ready to get out of a boring fucking life.
So show me you're not boring. If I'm going to be interested in you at all, you better prove to me right now you're not boring."
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It flies back avoiding every obstacle that would've slowed it down, either grazing Mercury's cheek or showing off the light of his aura, which Junkie also doesn't know about.
She catches it between her perfectly sharp red nails, like lightning. ]
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But then she mentions his dad.
And he sure hell wasn't ready for that out of the blue.
Mercury prides himself on being unflappable - like mercury itself, he molds to the shape he needs to in order to move forward, and nothing fazes him along the way. But no one straight up talks about his father anymore, not even Cinder, and so Junko will be treated first to a look of genuine surprise as it makes its way across his expression, his body growing tense, a hot flame of indignation rising from his core but overshadowed momentarily by the weight of confusion--
All of which means his focus is lost, and his aura is less than focused.
The bite of metal against his cheek snaps him out of it, and she'll be blessed with the sight of the groove it leaves against his skin bleeding for only an instant before, like magic, it closes up almost as quickly as it was sliced open.
He takes a step forward.
Another.
A third, right into her personal space, and while the voice he speaks with is calm and deliberate there is murder in his eyes. ]
You talk way too much.
[ He might have used less words if he were the one speaking, but her sentiments are spot-on. Mostly, at least - on the night of patricide he was definitely motivated more by unholy rage than anything else, but that was one speck in an otherwise immaculate performance.
She wasn't boring. That was true. He still kind of wants to see what her body looks like as a corpse, though. ]
Let's say some of what you blabbed was actually true. How'd you know?
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I just do. That's why I told you it was going to be boring to tell you this instead of finding it out for myself. There are cues everywhere. Signs, glances, everything. At the very least, is it satisfying if I say you were difficult to put together? Because of your different world. I had to dig for what would cut you beneath the skin.
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[ She also gets close — real close — to him, like they were at the ball, with one arm thrown over his shoulder and hanging off behind him, their faces just far apart to see the other and not blur their vision. Junko was proving what she meant at the ball, and probably what he meant. It’s not soulmates, it’s not even hotness or sexiness or whatever. It’s because this proximity and their games weren't boring. Feeling out of tune heartbeats against each other’s chests, so up close and personal that you can’t fix your attention anywhere else.
Because it’s boring if she doesn’t invade his personal bubble.
Because her modesty is boring.
Because he just proved he could easily kill her without her out-predicting him, and he looks like he will, so staying a reasonable distance is boring. ]
A place where I exist is never boring. I will never be content with a placid, dreamy world like the one back there, even in all of its chaos now. I think if we stick together, we can make a lot of fun.
Maybe it’s a hunch or maybe it’s because I’m the ultimate analyst. Whatever it is, I'm done predicting you. You're interesting enough to not want to dig again.
That short enough for you?
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Was she actually from Remnant herself? It's not like it's impossible.
But does it really matter in the end?
He leans in close enough to knock his forehead into hers none-too-gently, his voice lowered to a venomous snarl. If he were a beast, she would do best to guard her throat before he ripped it out with his teeth. ]
You better not ever do that again. I don't want you in my head. I buried that shit for a reason, don't ever drag it out if you know what's good for you. Say one more word about any of that, and I'm going to kill you.
Got it?
[ Did she irk the merc?? ]
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Psyche! Please, keep trying.
[ There's still death in his eyes, but the grin that makes it to his lips is somehow darker. ]
You've told me a bit about how you operate, Junky. Big mistake. Now I know to throw out fake signals and false flags when you're around - I bet you even believed me a second ago, didn't you? "Grr, stay out of my head, I'm so angry".
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[ She giggles, and she thinks the death in his eyes and his horrible, throat-ripping grin is a handsome look. That's why she's not moving away just yet. She's still keen on the idea of seducing him! However, It dawns on her that she might not have to change anything about herself if she decides seduce him or not. Not because she’s digging anymore, but because the mutual fascination is strong enough now that they’re in a deadlock.
...? That's weird...? He might find himself interested in her whether or not she caters her personality around him. Only the future will tell! ]
But I just love it when a man looks like he's gonna kill me. Yangires are hot and in season!
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... Well, the lethal ones, at least.
That being said.
The most important question. ]
What the hell is a... "yangry"?
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[ Pops on her glasses for this, actually. ]
A yangire is someone who can best be described as an unstable hobbyist murderer, often framed as very attractive. Yandere, what I just referred to, refers to a stalker with the same tendencies, but in love with someone. Allow me to demonstrate the difference.
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[ Gestures to her face. ]
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[ Gestures to her face. ]
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... No, hold on.
Every five seconds seems like a better estimate.
[ he's already moved on from the topic at hand... ]
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I like wearing as many personalities as I can, because I get bored of them quickly? Which one is the real me? It's a trick question!
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[ Honestly he has a feeling that'd be on the tamest end of her list of kinks if it actually was one. ]
But I guess you're right. You being a complete nutjob does make things a little more interesting.
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[ In another time and place, Merc, you know exactly what some of those are. ]
Honestly, that's such a condensed lie... there's a method and reason for everything I do, title and everything, but people don't trace the roots. Or aren't smart enough, I guess.
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[ It's not a jab that holds much weight when he still hasn't stepped away or forced distance between them. ]
Hell, I might get bored of it before long, too. Kind of like trying to watch TV when the channels keep changing.
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[ If they're playing a game of chicken, she leans just a little bit forward at their already tight proximity. ]
For a guy who says you hate boredom, you sound like you might be all talk.