lostcarnival | ⇨ 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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"He isn't," Strange responds, with a shake of his head. The fact that Childermass ended up that bad off during the Celebration was a surprise in itself. Strange knows the man well enough to know that getting that drunk, to the point of revealing secrets, most likely won't happen again.

Which is a pity. If there was anyone in the carnival who needed to loosen up and relax, it was Childermass.

And once again, Strange looks at his fingers: they're amazingly pruney at this rate. Urgh, he might as well get out of the hot springs, he's been in there for far too long already. "On a different note, I've no idea why you aren't shriveled up. You were in here before I and I already look more wrinkled than I wish."

He files that little information away silently as he processes it. Childermass always seemed to have his cards stacked to his advantage and he wondered if it was something deeper that made him organize in such a refined manner. These were questions he'd probably ask the man personally.

Tyki might try eventually to relax Childermass given he was a man that often encouraged others to indulge.

"Maybe your age is starting to catch up to all that knowledge you've collected," he says with a lazy grin and a tone that betrays the fact he's only teasing and not insulting, "But he pats his chest gently and reveals his lack of pruned fingers, "Or maybe it is the source of my magic that keeps me young and healthy."

"I'm only thirty-seven," Strange responds, with a wry smile. At least, he thinks he's only thirty-seven. Aging's gotten a little bit weird thanks to trips into faerie and being stuck in the darkness. He stands up in the hot springs, swearing slightly as the cooler air hits his chest. And, very carefully, Strange starts to climb out. His trousers cling to his skin thanks to the water of the hot springs.

"I've got what, forty or so years left? Plenty of time for my age to catch up with me!"

Though, as Tyki shows off his lack of pruned fingers, that only cements it in Strange's mind that Tyki is somehow using magic: a magic that Strange just desperately wants to learn more about.

"Hmm, I would've pegged you at twenty-seven," he says with an all too flattering of a tone. Tyki had stopped aging once he had become a Noah. He'll be blessed with these good looks for years upon years to come. Try to ignore the way he eyes up Strange's body again at the odd mirror pieces and he'll just go for another glass of wine with a warm chuckle.

"Well, don't let it catch up too quickly. From what you've told me you tend to almost cut that too short. Fae and all." Oh, it's magic alright given how much Dark Matter is coursing through him and how his power pretty much keeps him young and immortal until he's killed off by something weaponized.

"Flattery gets you nowhere, Mister Mykk." Because that's what this is: pure flattery. The gray in Strange's hair might have turned reflective but it's still there and it's still gray. He might look less haggard now than he did when he was trapped in the darkness, but there's still a few signs of tiredness around Strange's expression.

Though, at Tyki's words of caution, a wry smile plays on Strange's face. He grabs his shirt that's hanging from a tree, but still keeps it at arm's length. "Thankfully, I've a little something that should help me out if I get in too much trouble."

Granted, his little something is a rebirth from the Ringmaster, which is the last resort to end all last resorts, but the point still stands.

"I would disagree. Flattery got you that lovely desk of yours," he says with all small grin. He did shameful things to get Strange that desk and he's rather proud of it. He'll sip at his wine one more time before letting it float there against his fingertips.

He kinks another brow at that little tease of a hint and while Strange is always so knowledgeable he's not sure if he'll share, "An ace up your sleeve, Mister Strange?" This is normally where, in his world, he would pry for this information in order to be able to cover all his bases should he have to kill this particular human. Right now, it's just curiosity.

He slips his feet in his shoes, without putting on any socks. By now, Strange looks almost ready to head out. Granted, he's still shirtless, but there's something in Strange's demeanor that tells Tyki he's about to leave. After all, he's not walking long. Unlike other people, all Strange has to do is find a nearby puddle and use that to transport himself back to his trailer.

"Perhaps you'll learn it eventually, Mister Mykk. But not today." He can't help but smile a wry little smile, one that's 100% Strange being a shithead. This is going to annoy Tyki: he just knows it. But, the man can stomach a little annoyance.

"Enjoy the rest of your soak."

Be glad he's not one of those types to pop in every day asking him if that was the day he gets to learn. It's something he's going to file away for a later date or if things start looking grim. Besides, learning everything in one sitting was never fun. It kept the anticipation of their little game going and he would love to always keep things in an interesting position.

He'll hum in amusement at being denied either way. His hand is up with a small wave as things are looking more final by the moment and his head will thump back against the stones behind him as he closes his eyes. He might just take a nap.

"Do have a good day and thanks for the interesting story, Mister Strange."

⇨ THE PRINCE IS DEAD

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