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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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[ The more he talks the clearer it becomes that, big surprise!!, he doesn't really give a shit. A bed's a bed, it's still better than the floor. ]
Your boss? What are you, the carnival seamstress?
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[ Really matter of factly. His next barb pushes her to go even faster with the blanket. ]
I'm a makeup artist, actually. But I'm afraid I'm just too good at what I do to have one job, so I'm climbing ranks.
[ junko
you just got here this week
there aren't even guests
junko ]
What about you?
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[ At her remarks he smirks a little wider, lifting his hands a bit from his sides in a "welp" sort of gesture. ]
I guess we're both too good for keeping our skills confined to just one job. Mercenary-slash-daredevil, at your service.
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[ She's mouthed off about her powers a million times now, she knows the schtick. ]
If you want vivid nightmares, try out that swing ride. Ten out of ten, relived my worst memories but somehow more powerlessly.
[ But she changes the topic, as she do, as well as her face. ]
I'd say we need ground rules for the trailer, but we'd just break them to piss each other off. So whatever-- we can keep it fresh. Have you noticed the people here have undergone... changes?
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... Changes? [ His lips quirk a bit to one side, a frown touching his brow. ] I barely know anyone here, how would I know that they've changed?
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Will that happen to us?
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People with horns isn't new. Hell, I've worked with one. Is that supposed to throw me off?
[ ... this doesn't seem to be a case where he's bullshitting her. He's dead serious. Faunus, helloooooooo ]
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I'm kind of curious what I'll become 🎵 I hope it's very complimentary! Ooh, like claws, or big, sharp teeth!
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[ He's still not really considering the very real possibility that HE'LL transform ]
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You'd look good with the double horns of the devil. They'd make sleeping inconvenient but they'd make you look like someone you don't mess with. And... [ She looks at him as she reaches around for a notepad at her side, with an ink pen. ] No wings, the roman pun is too obvious... fangs and claws.... black sclera with orange pupils, like fire is inside of you... one of those glowing marks, but matching that fiery orange color and on your tongue...
[ She presents a rather badass drawing in as long as it took her to speak that. ]
I wasn't a model for nothing, you know!
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... She's not a half bad artist, either. Hell, he wouldn't mind a couple of those changes too much, himself, but it's still weird to consider the possibility of it actually happening. ]
Why my tongue, exactly?
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[ She chomps down, for sound effect. ]
You're a mercenary. You're hunting some guy down in the middle of the night. Something is crashing everything in its path to get to them. They look back. They see your wicked grin like you're about to breathe fire, and your pupils matching it, too!
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[ As if he didn't already think she's amusing. A bother sometimes, sure, but it beats having a dull roommate. ]
I wonder if it'd be warmer to the touch, too? Would I burn the roof of my own mouth on it?
1/2
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Becoming a monster isn't so bad if you look cool through your transformation.
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[ He taps the toe of his boot against her side. Them feet ain't natural, after all. ]
What about you? What're you hoping for?
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[ Flipping the page of her bound paper. ]
I'm half and half on fangs, they look impressive, but they become a quick nuisance. Claw nails, so I don't have to worry about breaking them anymore. I don't want any glowing markings... oh, oh! I got it. I want half my hair to become ethereal, like it's smoke and flames behind me. [ Busy sketching. ] I won't go too chuuni, but a red right eye is practically inevitable. Ohhhh, contour along my body, in black and white or patterns in black-- boo, I want a glowing mouth but I already gave that to you. -- Oh, and a little bit of this!
[ She's definitely made herself look threatening in her drawing of herself... but not grotesque. Not something you'd expect to chase you in a dark alleyway, but to find shelter in an abandoned house and see her and know you're dead. ]