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lostcarnival2017-11-11 10:17 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2017-11-11 10:17 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- 9s,
- @heartstone manor,
- alphys,
- amethyst,
- cole,
- commander syrlya,
- doll,
- five,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
- hinawa,
- ichigo kurosaki,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- julien delacroix,
- junko enoshima,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- mari makinami illustrious,
- miko nakadai,
- papyrus,
- reira akaba,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
- sora,
- susan,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- tyki mikk,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yūya sakaki,
- zangetsu
⇨ THE PRINCE IS DEAD
Who: Everyone!
When: Day 178 - B1: Day 6
Where: The Carnival and sometimes on top of the Heart of Stone.
What: Now that the Prince is dead and gone, there's a lot left to sort out. As the remaining servants are liberated and those captured by the Prince are tended to, it's time for recovery and goodbyes.
Warnings: Nothing in particular.
When: Day 178 - B1: Day 6
Where: The Carnival and sometimes on top of the Heart of Stone.
What: Now that the Prince is dead and gone, there's a lot left to sort out. As the remaining servants are liberated and those captured by the Prince are tended to, it's time for recovery and goodbyes.
Warnings: Nothing in particular.
HOME GROUND↴ At long last, it is over. The Prince is dead, and all of his stolen Names have been restored - all that's left to do is treat the wounds and move on. For the first day or two, the Ringmaster will be arranging passage for the servants that are left, all of which have remembered their names for the first time in years. The earth elemental that had been trapped and forced to serve as the Prince's manor, the Heart of Stone, is happy to help for the moment. It appreciates the Ringmaster's mercy, and is free after untold eons of imprisonment. Yet, there are plenty of aspects that are far from simple. There are still servants left mad and transformed into beasts, with no easy way to change them back. The Prince's spells outlive him, and those bearing his poison and his curses will have a difficult road ahead of them. Though most of the bestial servants have been rounded up, and a large number that had been reduced to unmoving statues returned, even the Ringmaster can't return them to normal so simply. The next week is for rest and for settling remaining affairs. If you want to bid farewell to any particular NPCs, or assure care is given where it's needed, now is the time to do it. ► A CURE: The Ringmaster will tell everyone simply - there is no simple way to undo another fae's magic. The Prince's powers were essentially on par with hers, which means that those who have been transformed to stone and those that were cursed into beasts and driven insane are not something she can trivially fix. It will take the work of the carnival and a couple weeks of treatment to shed the curse of stone, and the maddened servants are an entirely separate matter. She will do what she can, but for the most part she is arranging for the Prince's servants to be cared for elsewhere. At least for now, the Ringmaster will be animating the stone portions of people's bodies with magic, though those portions will still be a bit clumsy and numb feeling. ► THE NEW HEARTSTONE: In the absence of the prince, the Heart of Stone will be taking over the remains of the Prince's realm and preventing it from collapsing into void. As it turns out, the manor had been an earth elemental all along - a form of Wyld Fae almost on par to the Prince and Ringmaster themselves. How the Heart of Stone was enslaved is a long story presumably, but the Ringmaster considers it to be a sign of the Prince's own depravity. The Heart will be allowing visitors for the first couple days of this period through the portal, but keep in mind you are essentially just walking around on its body. At least the realm has a floor, now, instead an endless abyss surrounding it. |
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When 9S drives the sword deep into the dummy he finally approaches, arms crossed loosely. "I'm glad to see you up on your feet again, 9S."
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It would have been quite pointless if he was in the medical tent.
"I promise I don't usually shut down on the field."
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He turns his attention back to the decimated dummies. "You're recovering enough to train?"
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"I'm testing my motor functions after Rita did my repairs." Not training. Nuh uh. "I'm gonna have to do some adjustments later, but overall she did a good job."
Especially for someone not as familiar with his particular brand of technology. The sword floats back to its usual place behind him.
"It must've looked bad, but really, I've been through worse." Like dying. Not that he remembers what that's like. "I still have all my parts on me, so it's fine." He grins. "I'm made of metal, remember?"
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"I do remember." That didn't mean he understood 9S, but at least he knows he can survive... whatever the hell happened to him. "How is Rita doing?"
He's trying not to disturb those recovering too much, so he hasn't to visit her yet.
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Being stuck indoors researching, on the other hand, is a totally different matter.
"She's recovering well... I think? I don't know how it works for biological beings. After all, there wasn't anything to use as a point of reference."
He tries to make himself useful around the trailer though. Fetching water and stuff for her.
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Surprise, everything is magic.
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9S lets out a sigh, kicking at the ground. "I wish I could do something to help, but magic is way out of my field."
Because of the whole, magic kills humans thing. And the fact that magic is mostly gone from his world, too.
"Even the revival is different from the sort of thing we..." he pauses briefly, trying to work out the best tense to use, "...had back home. If magic revival worked the same way, Rita would be up and about already. No stone, no injuries."
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But true resurrection hasn't been possible in Tyria for centuries. He barely witnessed the revival at the end of the hunt, being so far away, so he's a little curious about a form of magic that's largely lost to them.
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"Revival for us androids," 9S clarifies. "When we die, our backup data gets dumped into a new body."
"Of course, it doesn't work here. There's no bunker or spare 9S models here." And if the situation at home is what that fake 2B said it was... His expression tightens. "So I guess if I die here, I really will be dead for good."
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"I see. Unfortunately, those of us who are naturally growing are only given one body to live with," he says wryly. Not that he necessarily minds, but of course a mechanical person would function differently than one who had to be born.
It's probably convenient, however. He can imagine the risks someone could take if they knew that if it killed them, they would simply revive, whole and well, back somewhere safe. "I'm not certain what the Ringmaster's terms are for... magical revival, but regardless, you should try to avoid dying in the first place."
Though, then he considers something. "Actually, what does it take to kill you? Could a skilled engineer not still repair you?"
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"Sort of." How to explain to someone who doesn't have intimate mechanical knowledge...? "Take your clothes, for example. If someone makes a cut, you can repair it with a bit of stitching, right? But let's say someone shreds them into a thousand little pieces, you can't repair it any more. Or if you tried, the end result would be something that isn't as functional as it once was. That's how it is for me."
He places a scorched hand over his heart.
"I only really die if my Black Box is damaged beyond repair. It's both my power source and where my memory data is stored." And he blew it up, once. Obviously, it did not end well for 9S. "I can be rendered non-functional in other ways, like cutting my head off, which will cause my Black Box to shut down. That's as good as death if no one can reboot me. I mean, I could theoretically survive if I stored my data in an external device here, but the technology here is..."
9S shrugs helplessly. The problem of not being able to boot himself from the external device would still persist. He'd more likely end up trapping himself, his consciousness suspended in limbo, unable to act.
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"Can the technology here repair your current state, at least?"
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9S idly kicks at the ground.
"The only thing we can't fix yet are the spots where my skin was melted off completely. I can't just grow skin back, so it's gonna stay like this until we figure out how to replace it."