⇨ THE PRINCE IS DEAD

[ringleaders]

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.

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.

Comments

[sarcaskick]

Or a huge, gaping maw that can fit all the words you like to spew!

[ He's still not really considering the very real possibility that HE'LL transform ]

[disjunct]

A glasgow smile would be nice... [ completely serious ] But nah.

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!

[sarcaskick]

[ He arches a brow as she goes on - she's really into this whole fashion and design thing, huh? Then again, he knew that from the start. Or almost the start, anyway - the first time he met her minus brainwashing she assembled an outfit for him in zero seconds flat, and it's literally her job here to make people look good.

... 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?

[disjunct]

Because imagine what happens when you close your mouth?

[ 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!

[disjunct]

What would make someone want to die more? Surrender? Especially when they see those demonic features up close?!

[sarcaskick]

You know, for a psychopath some of the things you say actually sound pretty great.

[ 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

[disjunct]

Yeah, Mr. 'destroys a bunk bed because I don't like to be ordered around when someone else claims the top', I'm the psychopath and you're the straight man to my silly antics!

[disjunct]

But ... if it was warmer, that'd be nice. Burning the roof of your mouth would be less so.

Becoming a monster isn't so bad if you look cool through your transformation.

[sarcaskick]

I guess I'd be kiiiiiiind of a hypocrite if I spoke out against body enhancements.

[ 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?

[disjunct]

I can't analyze it at all. But...

[ 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. ]