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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. |
D2, Tent
Which they are. Things are weird as hell.
The radio call telling nightrunners to report to the Ringmaster wouldn't mean much to him if he hadn't spoken to someone else earlier. Someone who had said that the Ringmaster might, potentially, assign him latrine duty. Mercury was willing to get his hands dirty in a lot of ways but that crossed a line, which meant he was heading straight to the medical tent to get himself assigned to any task other than that. Getting into the tent itself? Easy! He's got working legs, and it's not like there's no one to point him in the right direction. The thing is, he has no idea what this supervisor of his is supposed to look like among the myriad of ill and injured.
So, after a moment or two of looking around, hands on his hips, he shrugs, opens his mouth, and...
"IS THERE A NIGHTRIDER IN THE HOUSE?"
Fortunately(?), being obnoxious was one of his greatest skills.
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And boy, is he loud. Lambert's new ears ring with that yell, and they flatten to the side of his head while he makes a face.
"Yell louder next time, I don't think they heard you on the other side of the Carnival," the marbled polecat offers the sentiment for both of them, craning her head to get a better look at the new arrival. Lambert's own question is more direct, brow raised as he cocks his head.
"Who the fuck are you?"
no subject
It sure seems like it talked.
...
You know what, this seems to be a day for not asking about things that don't make sense. Rrrrrrrrrroll with it.
"Well, according to my contract, I'm your latest 'recruit'," he offers, complete with air quotes, "so I guess I'm reporting for duty, or something."
It might seem like he's not taking this super seriously. This is something of a trend, Lambert will likely learn, that applies to the way he reacts to just about everything and everyone.
"Mercury Black, ready to serve, for king and country etc."
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"Lambert," is what he offers, after a moment. "You signed on as a mercenary, right?"
Celandine sniggers. "If you're that loud, you wouldn't make much of a scout, anyway." Her tail flicks and she sits up, authoritative. "I'm Celandine. What can you do?"
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"I've had plenty of practice in hunting monsters and doing wetwork," he shrugs, hands burying themselves in his pockets, "so if someone or something needs to stop being alive I'm pretty good for that."
A pause. A grin.
"And I'm great at parties. Murder on the dance floor, figurative or literal."
no subject
A monster hunter, though? That clearly gets Lambert's interest, and his ears prick forward, sizing Mercury up more attentively.
"Monster hunting's a little broad," Lambert says, instead. "Care to get more specific with that?"
no subject
Turning his attention to the less furry of the two speakers, he folds his arms over his chest as he clicks his tongue.
"I guess I ought to explain a thing or two, since there's the whole... 'different worlds' thing going on, right? The place I'm from is called Remnant, and it' s swarming with these monsters called Grimm. They come in all shapes and sizes - anything from bugs the size of your hand to dragons the size of a castle. If you want to set foot outside the fortified walls of any kingdom, you have to know how to fight or you're basically asking to die."
He motions vaguely at himself.
"Not dead. Very alive. The results speak for themselves."
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"Fair enough. I'm something of a monster hunter myself, but..." He shrugs, then gestures down at himself.
"In case you couldn't tell, he's not exactly in fighting shape," Celandine fills in dryly. "Even so, he's the one to tell you where you need to go, wherever our next stop is. Have you met any of the other nightrunners yet?"