⇨ WISMUTH

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone!
When: S2:D6-D11
Where: Wismuth and the Carnival Grounds
What: The carnival enjoys a few days in Wismuth, a coastal city on this planet's version of the American east. However, there are a few things very unique about this version of the planet...
Warnings: The usual, wholesome fun.

PILLAR OF CREATION↴ Upon arriving, things in Wismuth will seem pretty peaceful. It's a massive city, with no shortage of things going on, but things like violent crime and homelessness are at an all time low. You can wander the streets without much scrutiny, presumed to just be tourists, and most people here come across as helpful and friendly. ► VIBRANCY: The main thing that sets this planet apart is its vibrancy - AKA, the raw creative energy its filled with, flowing from its status as a Pillar of Creation. There is no literal pillar, but Wismuth and its planet is a place where Creation's energy comes through strongest. As a result, everything here feels somehow more real, more intense in a way that's hard to put a finger on. Life is abundant, and its bleeds through in every sensation. ► ATTRACTIONS: There are plenty of things to see while going around the city. First and foremost, there is a lovely beach area bordering the ocean, and a number of tourist aimed attractions built around it. There are giant malls, movie theaters, live stage performances, museums and all kinds of other points of cultural interest. Anything you can do in a big city you can do here, but better. ► ALLOWANCES: The Ringmaster will be giving everyone a reasonable amount of local currency for a few days on the town. You can't make any massive acquisitions with it, but it's more than enough to eat out, see some shows, go to the beach, and whatever you like. You can feel free to pick up some casual supplies, like mundane clothing and souvenirs. There will be more given out later, after the performance week. ► PERFORMANCE: Performance week is starting early this time, after only a couple days of exploration. When the carnival has already been on vacation for a month, the Ringmaster figures they may as well get right to it, and then do more touring afterwards. Members of the local populace will find themselves in the carnival once performances begin, dazzled by the other worldly sights. Magic doesn't seem to exist here, despite the fact that it will flow easier for people bringing it from other worlds.

Comments

[prazerbutterfly]

"Ah right. You're... special." Because it would be rude to just outright say anything to anyone passing. That noted his voice does lower a hint so it doesn't seem like he is talking to himself.

He spreads out his fingers and lets the oil just stop touching him as it gently drips through his fingertips and onto the ground, "Yet how to approach someone without seeming out of place isn't really advised. I am well into my twenties and I have seen younger people in these metal traps." Yet his eyes are already scanning the sidewalks for people passing by.

[hurtcomfort]

That is the problem, isn't it. Tyki wants to seem like he fits. Tyki wants to be in place. But how to be in place while asking an out of place question? It's a puzzle and conundrum and Cole doesn't know. So, he scrunches up his face in a frown for a moment, thinking.

"We should ask them at the carnival," he decides, though his tone isn't so certain about that. "Magical, mystical, myriad. We're already our of place then." And they're already coming to visit then. After all, isn't that the point of the carnival? To get visitors and possible new workers? They ask the people when they visit and who cares if they seem out of place.

[prazerbutterfly]

Precisely. Tyki intentionally pushed himself out into the crowd to gain trust. Word of mouth was what he was use to in order to spread himself out. He had intentionally seemed important at the casinos to bolster his reputation. He may never return here but for a few passing weeks he'll be invited to a lot of places just on having money alone.

"That's actually not a bad idea. If I were to ask them at the carnival without seeming out of place and as if I never had a chance to own a car then I could properly ask." Because he is use to talking and adapting.

[hurtcomfort]

"I have a booth," Cole continues, with a little nod. "I can ask people there too."

Of course, most people don't want to be interrogated about cars while playing 'toss the bottle at the milk bottles,' but Cole still has yet to learn the ins and outs of being a game operator and figuring out how things like this work. All he realizes is they're talking to him anyway, of course they'd want to keep talking to him!

[prazerbutterfly]

"A booth? You one of the talkers?" Which to him is kind of odd given how quiet he seemed.

Tyki wasn't one to judge someone by first appearances though. Tyki himself always kept up his con even if people could sometimes see through it. He knows better than to assume and will probe as much as possible until he learns more than he should know. Yet, he didn't always have to have the answers. He could figure it out another way, "Either way I can share what I learn after performances."

[hurtcomfort]

And Cole frowns a little. A talker? Well, he's got a mouth, that makes him a talker by default. In Cole's mind, it makes Tyki one as well. So, a bit confused, he responds, "Of course I talk. I also run a game."

It is now very obvious to Tyki that the Ringmaster probably had no idea what the hell to do with Cole. Still, Tyki sharing what he learned, that's a good sign. "I'll do the same."

Hopefully between the two of them, they'll be able to get enough information to paint a vague picture of what a car is. Unfortunately, one of the two is Cole.

[prazerbutterfly]

It's his first guess given he's seen a few around booths and in booths. He guessed wrong he realizes when he means the game, "Oh, that kind of booth."

Regardless, that still makes him someone that usually has to talk to a lot of people. Game booths allowed people to play but after one failed attempt it was the push and pull that made them waste more money. But now that the casual talk is out of the way Tyki will casually glance towards Cole as he turns to face him directly.

His fingers will lift a little towards his forehead and he'll poke there gently against it, "So, was that you poking around in my head?"

[hurtcomfort]

Frowning slightly, Cole shakes his head. Unfortunately for Tyki, he's going to take the man's answer very literally which means that his response is a bit confused. It's like Cole's pointing out the obvious.

"It couldn't have been. Your hair would get in the way." Poking around in his head? He couldn't do that, he was too solid to get inside someone's head.

[prazerbutterfly]

He's not sure if he's playing stupid or just not understanding at all. Given his previous answer to a mere suggestion he's leaning towards the latter.

"If I wanted to I could poke around in my own head but I didn't mean physically. Someone was peeking around in my mind for a moment there. I'll ask again, was that you?"

[hurtcomfort]

"Seeing the thoughts, feeling the memories. I can do that. How could you tell?"

Because most people couldn't. Barring accidents, most people couldn't tell that Cole was looking through their mind, and seeing what they thought. Considering that Tyki did, that was...interesting.

Unless he was talking about Cole picking up on one of his memories. Cole's not entirely sure (he's not entirely sure about a lot of things).

[prazerbutterfly]

"I'll take that as a yes then," he replies just to confirm that was what he was talking about. Yet, that is a little troubling considering he mentioned his memories. It makes him take a step forward out of reflex to close whatever gap might be between them. It's not an intent to attack moreso that it is habit.

"I know someone that cannot stay out of my head. Someone in my family. " Plus Joyd often responded first to mental intrusions given this body was his host.

[hurtcomfort]

It's that last part that interests Cole. A family? He stands his ground, but looks at Tyki with a confused little frown, as if just by staring he'll be able to piece out just what the heck he's talking about.

"Spirits don't have families." Because it has to be a spirit, right? Spirits and demons, the only two things Cole can think of that enter and change and see like that, like how Tyki's talking about. But spirits don't have families (at least, Cole doesn't have a family). So who exactly is he thinking of?

[prazerbutterfly]

His fingers raise again until one just taps against his temple over and over. He's trying to emphasis on something even if it won't necessarily be clear to Cole, "He's no a spirit. Nor is he related to me by blood. We are part of a larger family. A collection. He just houses a talent that is akin to whatever you were doing."

Not to mention if Cole bothers to dive in again he might notice something else lurking inside. Something smothering and dark. Something that keeps him from diving to deep into those memories.

[hurtcomfort]

"Then how can he do something like I can?" Cole persists, continuing on this point with a frown. "Spirits or demons, virtues or vices, other people can't feel like I can because they're people."

Cole doesn't really have any experience with regards to telepathy or empathy or any other abilities that might be given by magic or anything else. At least for him, the lines are drawn and the lines are clear. So he's having a damn hard time trying to figure out just what Tyki's family member is.

[prazerbutterfly]

"Magic?" he says with his usual excuse for everything. "But he doesn't really 'feel' as much as he just reads minds."

He doesn't know Cole well enough to mention he's a Noah. Not like he did with Lambert or show off any of his own powers like he did with Childermass. Unlike those he is open with, Cole was just not one of them. "He didn't always have that ability but then you weren't always a spirit, were you?"

[hurtcomfort]

About that. Cole shakes his head at Tyki's question. He wasn't always a spirit? That's the thing: he's still not entirely sure about this. He might have been confused for a while, not knowing who he was, thinking he was the real Cole...but he never was, was he. A confused and scared spirit is still a spirit. Perhaps. Maybe.

"I think I was. Scared and unsure, not knowing, stories split into two directions." His voice lowers as Cole tilts his head towards the ground. "Broken and bloody, guts spilled. I wanted to help. But I couldn't. So I remembered him instead. And got confused, minds merging, thoughts twisted together. But I still was me. Not knowing isn't not being."

Cole tried to help the real Cole, the mage who's face and name he shares. But there wasn't anything he could do to help the dying man. And so, he accidentally took on the mage's memories as well and things got...weird.

[prazerbutterfly]

"He can see the deepest part of you past your own memories into things you yourself don't remember. He can even drag minds into other minds given time and patience. But as I said, he is not a spirit."

Though he blinks in a hint of curiosity at what he says. Spirits never started off as spirits. They had to be dragged back from their controlled peace in order to harness them or they had to have a reason to stick around, "That's another difference then in my world. No one starts off as a spirit. You only become one after you die and most of the time there has to be something else interfering with death to make a spirit."

The Earl had a heavy hand in that often causing loved ones to call back souls. His uses were for creating Akuma though and not to make spirits.

[hurtcomfort]

Now that's interesting. Cole frowns a little, thinking this over. If no one starts off as a spirit, if there aren't spirits of wisdom, justice, compassion in Tyki's world, just people who become like lost souls left behind...well that all sounds terribly boring in Cole's mind. And terribly worrisome.

"So there's nothing like me where you're from? Where did they go?"

He says, not really realizing that Tyki doesn't know the full extent of what makes Cole Cole to begin with. But there must have been spirits like him in Tyki's world (he thinks, he hopes).

[prazerbutterfly]

"There are entities," he begins, "But they don't have the form that you do. They are shapeless, artificially created, and often not spirits nor have souls." There was a rather large one in the Black Order's Headquarters that housed all the Innocence. He had only heard of it but hadn't seen it himself. There were others like that depending on where one went.

"To a better place," is his generic answer and it sounds more like a question than an actual statement. He knows there is a God, baseless and cruel as he is, but he has no idea where and if souls go. All he knows is that he can drag them back with the Earl's influence, "Heaven, is what they call it. Or Hell."

[hurtcomfort]

"We call it the Fade," Cole answers, with a little frown. It's obvious he's still a bit on edge about this information about Tyki's world and that it's thrown him for a loop. So...what? Did that mean something like him couldn't exist there? Or would he be something else entirely?

He knows about souls, but souls are different than spirits. And, at least from Tyki's description, what he had was something else entirely.

"Compassion, command, wisdom, despair. Where did they go?" he repeats, a bit more insistently this time.

[prazerbutterfly]

"Aren't those just morals and feelings? If they exist they certainly only do in the hearts of humans. Unless I'm mistaking your question." There's only a God, humans, akuma, and Noah in his world. Except for a couple of unholy abominations most fit into that category.

"I know of the inner workings of my world and the Fade is something I've heard of."

[hurtcomfort]

"They're more than that," Cole explains, with a little frown. He doesn't really know how to describe what spirits are: embodiments of the emotion and concept, beings designed purely to act according to what they are.

That frown still lingers as Cole thinks things over a bit. "I'm compassion. I'm Cole, but I'm that as well. It's what I am."

Does that make sense? Probably not. Unprompted, he continues talking. "You are you. Splintered, fractured, pieces of a puzzle that come together as a whole. You are so much. I'm not."

[prazerbutterfly]

He's actually listening intently now at this new revelation. Different worlds were always so interesting given the vast changes and the fact that Noah didn't exist. Noah were responsible for the creation of humans and demon at least from the ancestors of Noah himself. There was nothing like emotions that had any sort form or influence. "More than that?" He doesn't understand but the way Cole explains it isn't as clear as he wants it to be.

"You're both, huh?" he says with odd confirmation. He did mention minds merging and Tyki can piece some things together. "Complicated as I am this is how I will always be until I am not." Even if he wasn't Tyki in another life he'd remember that later. It's just he didn't remember what he was suppose to.

[hurtcomfort]

Welcome to the first rule of dealing with Cole, Tyki: he's never as clear as people want him to be. Cole frowns for a moment, thinking, trying to come up with a good way to explain this.

"They call me Cole because that's who I look like. That's who I thought I was. Solid and stable, a face to the formless. But I know what I am now. I remember." There's a pause, as he looks over Tyki.

"I wish you did as well," Cole murmurs, almost under his breath. He can tell that Tyki's missing memories but he can also tell there's nothing he can do to fix that. He makes people forget. He can't make them remember.

[prazerbutterfly]

At least Cole is trying to be helpful. Tyki wasn't clear simply because he was often vague on purpose. He's even spread information about himself to various people but everyone new something unique about him. Not many actually knew the same thing.

"Sounds like possession," he says with a hint of amusement. Akuma were sort of like that except they were souls that wore the skin of those that called them back from their resting place.

Yet again his smile falters just for a moment. His fingers even twitch gently out of habit. Information like that, in his world, got the seeker killed, "That's considerate of you considering you have no idea who I might be."