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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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She puts that thought process on hold, and startles for a moment when he gestures to a tree close to her while talking about a murderous tree, thinking for a second there that it's the one he means and maybe she should get out of the way before she's attacked by the malevolent plant. The temporary almost-panicked expression on her face makes her misunderstanding obvious. When instead of attacking her, it begins to blossom, though, she relaxes again and smiles, impressed and pleased, her eyes brightening.
"Oh..." She takes a flower from the branch, feels the petals gently in her fingertips. "It's beautiful," she observes, before tucking some of her green curls behind her ear and placing the flower there. She doesn't have a mirror here to look in to see the full effect, but at least it makes her feel pretty.
"This is like with the rain, right? Because the flowers want to grow, so you're encouraging them?"
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It's still flowered, though. That addition can stay on.
"But you're correct," Strange responds with a nod, as he looks up at Five. And then he just starts yammering about magic, partly because this is Strange and half the time he's talking he's yammering about magic and partly because talking about magic helps keep his mind off of other things.
"Natural magic is all about asking, a give and take, relying on the connections between the magician and the aspects of nature. This is only a theory, but I believe the reason I can perform magic so effortlessly in the carnival compared to other locations is that both the trees and I serve the Ringmaster. They're willing to help a fellow subject."
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Five watches him take one of the flowers as well and add it to his coat, and she smiles and gives a nod of approval.
It's a good thing that Five's super interested in magic, then, so his talking about it just stokes the fascination there. She gives thought to what all he's saying too, particularly the part about it so often being used to destroy -- she wouldn't know, since it's not really a thing in her universe, but it both saddens and makes sense to her that that would be the case. Still, a thought drifts across her mind that good things can come from destruction too, that breaking things down sometimes creates new things, new reactions. And there's a certain kind of beauty in destruction...
This silent train of thought is interrupted when he brings up his theory, and she looks curiously at the trees around them, their surroundings, head slightly tilted as her gaze climbs a tree trunk as far up as it goes.
"Maybe! But, I sort of doubt they signed a contract like we did..." A pause. "Unless they were people once?" And now she's looking at the rock she's sitting on with some trepidation. Please don't be a person.
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"After all, the Ringmaster is quite adept at transformation magic. She turned one particularly irritating coworker of ours into a lizard. The poor chap had to eat bugs and flies until she deigned to turn him back!"
Despite the fact that eating bugs and flies is ostensibly a terrible fate, Strange still has this 'better you than me' tone in his voice. Because said coworker was rather irritating. And it's one of those things that you look back on later with amusement. Plus, it's simply damn good gossip.
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Shifting on the rock, she leans back on her hands. "My room mate is kind of a lizard..." She says, thoughtful. Though she suspects that Alphys has always been what she is.
"A lot of people here are sort of... Transforming into other things anyway, aren't they? Is she the one doing that too?" Surprisingly, there's not a whole lot of fear in her voice, more just curiosity? There are worse fates than being stuck with, say, some rabbit ears.
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"Think of it as prolonged exposure. Being around a fae for a long period of time inherently makes one more fae-like. It isn't something she tries to do, it's simply something that happens."
And there's no fear or judgement in Strange's tone as well. After all, he didn't know that these were the effects of being around a fae. This was something that dealt with faeries, ergo it was something he needed to know. It's as simple as that.
"Another world called us changelings. I don't like the term, however, so any suggestions on what's a better thing to call us would be appreciated."
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"I wonder in what ways I'll change while I'm here," she speaks aloud, thoughtfully.
Changelings, though. It's not a word that Five's ever even heard before, so she's not really sure why Strange has such a problem with it. She gives a little shrug though and offers, "Mutants?" with a rather unsure but amused hint of a smile, nose slightly wrinkled.
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"Truth be told, I think I prefer changelings. That does lend more of a mystical air to the whole thing." Because that's what matters in Strange's mind, the semantics of the thing. But, Five had a question, so he'll answer.
"Some of the changes seem to be lingering effects from where the carnival has been." At this comment, Strange idly taps the orange and white fish scales on his neck, turning his hand so Five can better see the scales on his hand as well. "While others that we take on reflect personal aspects of ourselves." And he moves his hand up to point at his mirrored eyes.
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Look, he's not going to get any argument from her on the 'mystical air' front, okay? Five thinks magic and all things to do with it are pretty damn cool.
She slips forward on the rock to peer a little more closely at the scales on his hand, the ones that he apparently got as a result from a place the carnival has been, clearly before Five got here. She nods knowingly at the mention of... 'reflecting personal aspects,' and gives him a brief, pointed smirky look that says "I see what you did there," whether the pun was intentional or not.
"Yeah, I think I made that connection back at the ball. Between the eyes and your mirror magic thing. But the scales...? Where did you go that resulted in that?"
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The more he talks, the more that nonchalant grin fades and Strange expresses just how friggen cool it all is.
"The scales match what my fins and tail looked like when we were there. The Ringmaster turned us all into mermaids so we could breathe and get around underwater and then turned us back when the carnival left."
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There's sort of an odd mixture of feelings swirling in her though between excitement, gratitude, and guilt. She feels at first lucky that she wound up here, to get to be a part of such cool, amazing things, but... Then guilty, because she should be back in her own universe or world or whatever, finding out if her friends are still alive and everything else is okay. Like always, her emotions are easy to read, flickering across her face before she bites her lip and shakes her head to get back to the pleasant part of this conversation.
"So... Was it like super easy to swim or did it take a while getting used to having a tail like that?"
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"I had gotten good enough at it by the end of our stay. Of course, the problem here is that swimming with a tail is radically different from swimming with two legs. Different muscles, and all that."
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"Mermaids. That's so cool." She's still not over it. "What did you all do there? What was Atlantis like?"
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"While we were there, I performed for the merfolk, of course, but some other members of the carnival and I fought a giant crab and met the king of Atlantis."
He also bought a super cursed item but well, that's neither here nor there. What Five doesn't know won't hurt her.
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