lostcarnival | ⇨ THE PRINCE IS DEAD

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⇨ 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.

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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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"I was with Sans most of the time but I did manage to catch that little bit. That bastard of a prince seemed delighted to be watching it at the time no doubt. The audience could really only see what he was watching."

He raises a brow at this peninsula being mentioned again. He does remember that talk when he was a manor servant. "Exactly what is the peninsula, Mister Strange?" He chuckles a little roughly and coughs a little afterwards like it was painful for him to even enjoy himself right now, "Do you remember every mirrored scar?"

"You don't know?" Strange is honestly surprised that Tyki has no idea what he's talking about. Then again, he assumes that everybody knows which peninsula he's talking about until he actually explains it. "Spain and Portugal. I served as the army's magician in the peninsular campaign with Lord Wellington against Napoleon and the French. War is a perfect opportunity for one to discover all the various ways they can obtain nicks and scratches."

And Strange is just so thankful that they're in the water and things are slightly murky. As he casts his mind back to the peninsula, his hand trembles for a moment, almost imperceptibly. But it's certainly noticeable to Strange, who changes the conversation slightly.

"While I do not remember every scar I obtained in the army, I do remember every mirrored scar—at least, for the moment. I do wonder when this dratted covering will decide enough is enough and overtake me completely."

Other than basic reading and writing, he's pretty bad at everything else. It takes him a moment as he explains to understand what he's talking about. It's only when he mentions key names does he seem to register at all that he understands what he's talking about, "Oh, you mean that war. That was so long ago. Before I was born actually."

Tyki's not as observant as he should be right now given his condition. He grins despite the way everything feels and lifts himself enough into a proper sit now that he's engaged in actual conversation, "You mean an entire body made of mirror covering? That would be interesting to see."

Thanks Tyki, that makes him feel real old right about now. Strange lets out a little hmmph of irritation but doesn't press the timelines point.

"It'd be interesting, but it would also be a damn nuisance. What if I froze over or something like that? Or how would you repair me if I shattered?"

Things that Strange hadn't really realized he'd have to think about until he started changing. The carnival's odd like that.

Tyki's at a very young age of 27. He'll stay this young and beautiful his whole life unless someone kills him. Sorry, Strange. That's just the perks of being a Noah.

"Magic?" he says in a rather offhanded tone because that seems to fix everything nowadays or so many believe. He rolls his eyes to the side at a couple of rocks near his glass of wine and he'll stretch to pick them up.

His hands lift out of the water, revealing more of his jagged scars up the side of his arms, and he'll show the rocks to Strange. It's then that he just pushes both of the rocks against one another until he lets one go and holds the other between two fingers. They are now permanently stuck together as if fused, "We'd find a way. There's no need to worry so much."

Strange is 37 and already has way too much gray hair and a slightly fucked up body thanks to almost dying, going crazy, and messing around with magic. Tyki is a jerk.

He watches with obvious interest as Tyki reaches over to pick up the rocks, not entirely sure what the other man's doing, but interested all the while. It's only when Tyki fuses the rocks together that Strange can't help but grin, obviously impressed by what he thinks is magic (though if it is magic, then why is he having such a hard time piecing it out?)

"You know, I've no idea how my eyes work now," Strange says, seemingly out of nowhere, eyes still focused on those rocks. But then, he clarifies it with, "I think a little worry might be appropriate. Still, I shan't overdo it."

Way to be petty, Strange. Thankfully it'll take a lot more to make Tyki stray away from him than most. He doesn't take many things personally and he's far too cheery.

It's kind of magic as much it is a power that he can do. He's not the type of English Magician that Strange is but he could very well be called one. Either way he cheats with everything he does and the Manor had taught him a very valuable lesson of not being in control regardless of his powers when dealing with fae.

"I wondered that for a while but then I've seen a lot of things that you do I just don't question, Mister Strange. If you shatter I'll just have to spend a week putting you back together the best way I know how. Hopefully I don't miss a piece?"

"I'll try my hardest to collect all my pieces if I shatter in the first place." His tone is still light and joking despite the fact that they're talking about potential body harm. Strange is also far too cheery, at least when it comes to his complete disregard of anything like 'self-care.'

Though, now that this conversation seems to be hitting a natural stalling point, Strange's nosiness wins out. He's got to ask.

"Feel free to brush past my question, but I have to at least ask: what on Earth happened to make you receive those scars?" His tone is equal parts interested and worried. Interested because there must be an impressive story behind them. Worried because he's got a feeling the impressive story hurts.

"You might be a bit short after but that is nothing you can't handle," he responds just as cheery as usual.

He did offer to exchange information as he always does with Strange if only for the conversation. It is a sensitive question but one he anticipated. There is a lot to tell him without telling him anything at all. He has to stall in talking because he has to decide right now exactly how much to trust him with anything. Revealing too much could out him as not being quite human. Revealing too little may sour the conversation.

"At home there is a constant war. One of enemy managed to run his sword through my body. I managed to recover over time but it left a lasting mark on my body," he says casually without revealing too much information. He'll leave it up to Strange to discern if there is more to that or not.

Strange can't help but give Tyki a look of disbelief at his answer. A sword. Really?

"If I may be blunt, what the hell type of sword did he use?" Because Strange isn't an idiot (or at least, he isn't that much of an idiot). Tyki's scars were large and thick, something that Strange wouldn't really associate with a normal, everyday sword.

Of course, this was the carnival and he still knew very little of the world Tyki was from. Perhaps swords were different in his world? They had to be, in order to explain those scars.

Tyki on the other hand gives a weary grin at the look on Strange's face. He tosses the rocks towards Strange gently so he can examine them himself if he wants or toss them to the side. He needs to free up his hands as they lift out of the water and spread apart to show the length and width of the sword he's talking about.

"About this long and this wide," he says with the appropriate gestures of his hands. It's rare that he doesn't wear gloves and Strange can see the scars on his arms that sort of line up with the thick ones on his chest. He's risen out of the water a little enough that he can see the cross like scar/stigmata on his throat.

"It went right through me easily."

As Tyki tosses the rocks towards him, Strange does take a moment or two to examine them, looking the rocks over as if that would tell him what spell Tyki used. It's only when Tyki starts talking and Strange realizes he should look up that he actually looks up at Tyki's hand gestures.

That is a massive sword. Can swords even be that big to begin with? Strange certainly doesn't know, he doesn't know how swords work, just that he's seen some and none of the ones he's seen were the size that Tyki's indicating. And likewise, none of them could go right through someone easily (unless he was speaking metaphorically, but was Tyki the type to do so in the first place?). There were things like blood and bone and organs in the way.

"I assume the sword was magic of some sort?" Because it had to be! What other explanation was there?

Poor Strange. One day he'll discover that Tyki's magic doesn't really need a spell. It flows through him endlessly as it does with all humans. He's not a practical English magician and never will be. He could never restrain himself anyways.

It seems unnatural doesn't it that someone could carry a sword that big and not be hindered by it. He's not afraid of oversharing with Strange. His fingers touch the scars on his chest with a light caress now that he's thinking about them. They pained him on occasion and when they did it hurt to an extreme level. The petrification on his back did not help in the slightest.

"It never fails to surprise me that you'd figure that out so easily," he says to disarm him on reflex, "Do you remember our former clown? The boy with the white hair? He was the one who wielded that sword. Allen Walker."

Now that makes Strange a bit confused. Allen was the one who gave Tyki those scars? Granted, Strange and Allen only talked to each other once or twice, but it didn't seem like the boy would do something like that. He frowns, but doesn't question that. Because then again...he barely knows Allen. For all Strange knows, the boy could do something like that or would have a grudge against Tyki or there were other circumstances or something of that sort.

Because Strange, bless his heart, is of the firm opinion that Tyki's a good dude and why on Earth would someone want to stab him?

"Well," he simply says, with a little frown, after what feels like ages. "In that case, I suspect you're happy that Mister Walker isn't here anymore."

In war anything goes. Anything can happen. Even Strange must know that. It didn't matter who you know or what you were. If you were on one side the other was simply the enemy. He would cut down anyone on the other side without hesitation if ordered even here in carnival. He could know someone and become great friends with them but one order from a Supervisor or the Ringmaster and he wouldn't hesitate.

He rubs at his chest as the phantom pain starts now that he's talking about it, "Yes and no. I cannot help but feel a hatred for the enemy but then if we weren't in a war, I do believe the boy and I could've been friends. We met before we were enemies after all. Played a round of cards together. It was only when we met on the battlefield did we even know we were enemies." It's odd how much he talks about him with a strange fondness. "Allen Walker complicates things and while I haven't seen him since Greysol we had agreed to keep things quiet."

As soon as Tyki mentions they were in a war, Strange gives him a nod of understanding. He does know that—he was in the peninsula, after all. And even more than that, he was on both the attacking and receiving end of certain conflicts during his stay at the carnival. Any friendships had to be put on a halt in a time of crisis.

Though the fact that he speaks of someone who attacked him with such fondness...well, Strange knows he shouldn't judge too hard. But he's judging a little bit. There had to be external factors. Brainwashing, a lack of control, mental manipulation, something to explain that.

"The Ringmaster has to bring him back eventually," Strange explains, with a small shrug. A wry smile plays on his face as he continues. "Who knows? Perhaps you'll see him again sometime soon."

Well, what he isn't telling Strange is that Allen is one of the rare people that managed to hurt him significantly to a point he unleashed a monster from within him trying to separate his humanity from his Noah. Spoilers, it unleashed the Noah instead. There were significant external factors ranging from Allen also having a Noah but being an Exorcist as well. The fact the boy was not like other Exorcists and wanted nothing more for everyone to stop fighting and be friends.

Allen complicated things just as he said. His family literally had gone from trying to kill him to trying to recruit him in a short time.

"It's not as if either of us could destroy the other without incurring the wrath of the Ringmaster." He snorts at his words, "So a contract doesn't just disappear. That's good to know. One less clown around at any rate."

"And one less thorn in your side," Strange idly muses, sinking a bit further into the water. It really is relaxing in here. He could see how it would be easy to fall asleep in the hot springs, just because of how cozy the water really is.

"Besides, it seems we've enough of thorns in sides already. The Prince has been defeated but who knows how long recovery would take."

People were changed, poisoned, and turned to stone. Strange knew that something like that couldn't be cured or fixed in just a day. But how long it would take overall, he still doesn't know.

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"That's for certain. I stepped into this carnival in the first place because it was something different." He hadn't meant to stay but it worked out in the end. Now after the Prince and that Manor he wonders exactly what he got himself involved in.

Tyki though firmly believed in choice. This was his choice even if he had been cheated by both fae, "Yes, I could do with a little less right now. I don't know how much progress is being made towards fixing the petrification but even after that there is no telling how much rest anyone will need."

Also... there is the mental recovery. Tyki doesn't want to admit that having his 'choice' taken away from him affected him more than physically torture would have. He's experienced having his Noah taking over his body before and becoming something else. The Prince only repeated that in a different way.

"We've been talking among ourselves and have a few ideas going," Strange reassures, giving Tyki a small smile. Nothing's set in stone yet. But between Strange, Mari, Rita, Lambert and that new medic guy who Strange still has trouble remembering his name (North?), he's certain they'll come up with something. They've got to.

"I'm certain we'll have a cure sooner rather than later. Many hands make light work and so on and so forth." Strange removes one hand from the water to make a dismissive sort of hand gesture. It's at that point that he looks at his fingers and realizes they're starting to get a bit pruney.

...but it feels really nice in the water.

"Well, if there are any collective minds that can figure this out I'm sure you're help is most beneficial," he says as he further feeds Strange's massive ego. He himself wouldn't be much help so he's letting others do the work as usual. He'll be a team player another day.

"There is also the means of too many hands make a mess of things but I'm sure that won't be a problem with this. A lot of people are suffering." He pours another glass of wine and gingerly rolls the liquid in the glass, "People are far too determined."

Yeah, Tyki is going to be in this water pretty much all day unless he gets too bothered. Then, it is just the matter of cheating with his power to hide and not let the water touch him for a while like his water tank at the Big Top.

Aw yeah Tyki, feed that ego. Strange can't help but preen a little as Tyki calls his help beneficial, smiling a little for the other man. Though, back to the other point.

"To be honest, a part of me wonders how much of this is people wanting to cure the suffering and how much is people wanting to give a metaphorical 'up yours' to the Prince." Strange shrugs slightly as he returns to looking at his pruney hands. "Everyone involved wants to help, of course, but the desire to metaphorically prove themselves over the Prince's magic is strong as well."

And yes, he knows the Prince is dead, but who's to say someone can't give the metaphorical middle finger to a dead guy?

Tyki is a horribly enabler and he will always feed that ego even though he probably shouldn't. In his defense he is a rather good conman and knows how to fluff people appropriately but then he also knows how to break people down.

"Had I the safe option of proceeding I would've been there personally to shove his heart up into his throat so he actually knows how it feels to have one..." he says a little colder than he likely should. The cheeriness returns instantly with a bright smile, "Likely the latter of both possible options."

The Prince took something precious away from him concerning his own self centered ego. He took his choice. "I'm afraid I would've killed him even if the option was to keep him alive. Everyone is glad he's dead."

Strange can't help it: he frowns a little at Tyki's declaration of war. Not that he's ashamed or horrified of it. No, if the Prince hadn't died, then there would be a line of people waiting to take their chance at him. But would any of them succeed? Strange doubts it.

"He is a True Fae," Strange carefully responds, with a little frown. "Killing them are harder than most know. Even I couldn't kill a true fae under my own power."

He just found a way around it, giving someone else the power to do that and asking them to dispatch the fae who had held Arabella captive back in his world.

"It's for the best that Childermass and the rest were able to obtain the Rose. As chaotic and terrible as everyone's current state seems, it could have gone much worse."

"I understand that now," he says without hesitation. He knows he likely couldn't have killed a True Fae on his own. Still, it would've been nice to at least make him suffer a little for what he did. The Prince could've done all sorts of things but he had done the one thing that really ticked Tyki off and normally Tyki was never angry even at his enemies.

Also, he realizes how little control and choice he has when it comes to fae in general. It's daunting.

"Oh? So it was boss, err, Childermass. That man deserves a break. I have a lot of respect for him even if he made me peel potatoes and wash dishes yesterday as punishment." Because dear god a noble of his position should never have to unless he's helping out by his own choice, "He didn't have to come get me yet he personally sought me out to free me." Maybe for selfish reasons but he appreciated it.

"Everyone is alive and returned... and Sans has his name back." Which is the only person he really feels bad about with this whole ordeal.

⇨ THE PRINCE IS DEAD

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Holy shit I found this while doing AC. I am sorry >_<

no worries! <3

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