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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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"About how the Prince would trick us into breaking his rules?" Not that there ended up having to be any trickery for people to disregard all their warnings.
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"That the fae themselves bound to obey the terms they agree to," Celandine speaks up, quietly. "It goes both ways. Meaning it's just as much a weakness of the Ringmaster as any fae we meet."
Sure, they won this time, but it's also a reminder of their supernatural patron's potential weaknesses. Lambert frowns and turns his gaze away from Syrlya, rubbing his thumb absently over the sheet over his thigh. Celandine continues, her golden gaze steady on Syrlya.
"What do you know about the time the Carnival went to Hell? Literally," the polecat clarifies, like that needs doing.
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"You would be the first I've heard of it," he explains, which isn't much of a surprise seeing as it's been a month and half of that was spent maneuvering the Prince's territory.
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Celandine fusses a little bit with her paws, getting more settled on Lambert, before she begins to speak. This is a longer story, so she might as well do it comfortably.
"Before we arrived," Celandine begins, slowly. "The Carnival pissed off a bunch of vampires, who then attacked the Carnival. They got away, and spent a while recovering from that in the Summerlands -- you might have heard of it there -- and thought that was the last of it, but... the vampires managed to track it down again. They came after us while we were in another world, at a big party, and kidnapped a lot of people. Including all the supervisors at the time."
She pauses, now, to cock her head at Syrlya, though it'll be Lambert who speaks dryly. "Sound familiar?"
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He tilts his head, encouraging Lambert to continue.
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"The vampires ... who were also some kind of demon, apparently ... retreated to their own realm. Hell. Fire and brimstone, miserable place. We had to go retrieve the Carnival's people, obviously, but ..." And here's the part that makes Celandine and Lambert frown.
"They shouldn't have been able to find us in the first place. But Morningstar -- the being that ruled that realm -- apparently had help."
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"Help from an enemy of the Ringmaster's, or an ally that was indebted to them?" Because those have very different implications for this story.
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"Point is," Lambert finishes, "She's still out there. Meaning the Prince might not be the last of the fae we meet."
Both daemon and man fall silent, contemplating that. Celandine shakes her head, looking up at Syrlya.
"... But we can worry about the future later. Did you have more to report?"
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He saw those early warnings after Portland. It sounds like the carnival isn't entirely a popular group. He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. "No, that was everything important that I am aware of. Anything else would need to come from the other nightrunners."
For who knows what was going on up on the roof.
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"Did you know we now have a cat as a scout?" he asks, abruptly. "I mean... a literal cat. A talking one."
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"A cat," he repeats slowly. "Are there other effects of the poison that we were not aware of? Hallucinations, perhaps?"
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A pause. "So... what are they like?"
It has to be more than just a cat, right?
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"Says he's had plenty of experience stealing treasure, so I don't know why he didn't end up with the Acquisitioner instead." He shrugs. The Ringmaster's judgement is suspect at the best of times, but this is an odd one, even for her...
"There's another new one who stopped by -- some kind of monster slayer too. Could've used that a while ago."
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A monster slayer does sound more fitting, and given the lack of description Syrlya assumes he's some form of human.
"Perhaps he was assigned to both of you, much the way I report to Sans as well. Did he mention anything about it?"
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"Actually ... there was something else I wanted to ask you about."
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"Oh--yes?" He snaps back to attention, staring in a daze at Lambert for a second and stops trying to make sense of that. "What is it?"
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"Well I mean I--but why me?" Sure, in Tyria it was destiny. He had season to prove himself (although it wasn't actually that many seasons). But weren't there other, more suitable people who could take lead at any time? Who was more experienced, stronger, was wiser to the fae and the carnival?
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"Trust me, this isn't some kind of big honor. If it happens, it's probably going to be more trouble than its worth," he exhales. "If not you, who would you pick? And it can't just be one of the other supervisors," he adds cynically.
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He shifts on his feet and shrugs helplessly. "I wouldn't say that I know the carnival as well as you to say."
Yeah maybe he was going to suggest one of the supervisors. "I would certainly try, if that is what you want. It was just... unexpected."
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"Is it, though?" Lambert asks, with a shrug. "Well, saying I'd like you to do something is one thing. Whether they'll listen to you is another."