lostcarnival | ⇨ WISMUTH

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⇨ WISMUTH

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.

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The moment he moved his other hand away from her and started moving his shoulders, Rip was practically wrapping her long legs and arms around him to for fear of falling.

Every curse word she knew was running through her head as she practically buried her head against his shoulder just to keep from looking down or around them. How the hell was he doing this!? Rip was terrified! One wrong move and they could plummet and she may have quite the endurance, but she didn't want to find out just how durable she was from a height like this!

"Y-yes! I'm scared! You haf won! I'm not angry any more und az much I vant trouble, I don't vant death!"

She's practically a spider around him now and he laughs softly at her scared posture. He wants to tease her further just because it was too easy and too blissfully fun.

He could tell her that he can make her let go but he doesn't. Instead an arm curls underneath her hips and raises her up a bit higher against him with his other arm floating around her back for support.

"I won't drop you, Miss Winkle. Much as my argument stands I have to follow it too. I don't know if this drop would result in your death but I'm sure it would do aggressive harm."

If she hadn't been so terrified, she might have even made a comment about the suggestive nature of their position. As it was, she just shifted as she felt his arms around her just to make herself a little more secure and eventually, she might stop trembling.

Though, she definitely wasn't going to stop clutching to him until they were on solid ground again.

"...It vouldn't kill me. Not vithout damaging my heart...but it vould hurt, a lot.'

Her voice was quiet so yes, it would cause her very aggressive harm, but, not kill her outright unless something took out her heart. Which, was a dangerous thing for her to be even admitting. Blame it on her fear.

And then he would've dropped her just for that comment. As much as any woman could possibly be a little fun in bed he made a point not to sleep with carnival workers, or at least try not to. They were people he had to work with every day and as fun as flirting with one on a daily basis could be, he had to be on a comfortable basis with someone to even consider it later. Anyone out in the open was free game.

"The view is lovely, regardless," he says after tucking away that generous information she just gave him. The heart, huh? That would be easy enough. He's moving again towards the highest yet closest building he can find so that she can jump down if she wants.

Then thankfully, her mind was far, far away from the gutter it sometimes wandered into. Besides, unless she was sure they would survive, carnival workers were sadly off her menu for the moment. Especially with the 'no kill' rule. Though, flirting... once she's not terrified is something she just does at times.

Though, right now, she really had one goal in mind and that was solid ground. Rip didn't say anything more until she was sure they were close enough to the highest building with enough room for her to jump down from and once they were, she was taking the opportunity.

It was hardly a graceful fall and Rip didn't care as she was just happy to be out of the air. Apparently, she might be able to add heights to her list of fears thanks to him.

"...Zhe view iz only lovely if zhere is something solid under my feet."

He stays in the air mostly to discourage her from doing anything rash and when she jumps down, he lets her. He still had a mind to throw her over the edge for good measure but hopefully she's learned a decent lesson. He hated to be followed and would prefer that she didn't.

"Maybe you should also broaden your horizons. Nothing is really as it seems here, nothing is certain, and everything changes."

Consider her completely discouraged as her lesson learned for now. Rip didn't want to meet the sidewalk from this height.

"...I'm beginning to realize zhat." She glances up with him. At least her angers gone and now that she's on solid ground and no longer terrified.. or, not terrified to the degree that she was, Rip was starting to feel curious.

"...How do you do zhat? Zhe floating zhing."

His head tilts to the side down at her just as a Tease lands on his shoulder and flits there lightly. His fingers offer a lift and it crawls down towards it to sit there methodically against the tips of them.

"Magic~" he responds in a complete asshole way of speaking. He never really answers that question correctly.

She keep watching him, though her attention quickly is drawn to the thing that lands on his shoulder and gradually her fear fades away leaving behind someone who is very curious and slightly innocent looking as he gives his answers.

Rip tilts her head slightly and pouts a little.

"I doubt magic iz zhe actual answer." Jerk. "It must be an ability or zomething."

"I am a Magician for the carnival," he responds with the same calm voice. The Tease methodically flits its wings open and close as if waiting orders. If this was his world he might put it inside of her to keep her obedient but most of the time they ended up dead shortly after.

Her pout gets her a grin all over again, "It's my power. It just feels so much stronger in this city."

Her focus on the strange thing..butterfly? Whatever it was, Rip found it pretty and was watching it intently. Though, the question was whether something like that would work on a creature already technically dead?

Rip's pout fades into a slight smile. "Ah, zhen..it iz zimilar to my bullets. If I had my gun, I could make zhem follow my target until it vas destroyed." Add in her exceptional aim and Rip was one deadly sniper under the right circumstances.

Too bad guns weren't allowed in the carnival. "Zhis city does zeem to heighten zhings."

The Tease loved to eat flesh. It didn't matter if the body was dead, alive, or in pieces. It would enjoy consuming every bit of her.

"A shame, for you, the Ringmaster doesn't like guns but then neither do I. You'll just have to find something else." There are a lot of other things she could do with a lot of other people that had a lot of talents.

That would definitely be a problem for her out side of forced obedience.

She sighed and looked sad at that for a moment. Rip really did love her musket. But, without her companion here, she was forced to do something else. "Zhen it vill be finding zomething zhat suits me." Like knives or singing or something along those lines.

Rip had time to figure it out as far as she was concerned.

Obedience was just a state of mind really. It was 'behave or it will eat you' mentality.

"Are you defenseless otherwise, Miss Winkle?" he probes with a hint of curiosity. He doesn't know how durable vampires are. Mari was different and special. Half of him isn't expecting Rip to reveal more about herself but it never hurt to try.

The problem was getting Rip to be obedient to anyone that wasn't The Major. Or apparently the Ringmaster who was a scary...thing.

As for his question, her smile fades a bit and she looks away from the butterfly thing to look out over the city below them. Was she defenseless? Her greatest defense was her weaponry!

"...I know how to fight if zhat is vat you are asking. I am not just a vampire, I am alzo a soldier." But, despite that and her durability, she had speed and strength, just not completely to the degree of some of the other vampires in her unit. Whether she was defenseless or not...depended entirely on what she was fighting and the tactics they used.

Already he could figure out she was very susceptible to fear.

Not to mention Tyki had yet to resort to those measures just yet. He never had to nor wanted to. Carnival members shouldn't be threatened daily.

"Soldiers are a dime a dozen. I've taken out quite a bit of 'soldiers' in my world. But if you have your fight, then you have your fight, pride or not." He's not really all that interested. It's really just gauging for responses and reactions to gain information.

The reaction he would get was one of her tensing and leaning slightly against the edge of the build's roof with her hands clenched. She had fight! She had that in spades! Whether it would do her any good in defying the fate she feared, that was where her insecurities came in.

The very ones the mirror's picked at her for. Rip was not just an average soldier! "I am better zhan most! I am zhe battalions top sniper und never miss my target." So there was definitely pride and a hint of determination. Her usefulness depended completely on her skills and as one can imagine, being one of only two women among a thousand men was not easy.

She fought her way to the top and was damn proud to do so.

"You don't need to remind me. I've heard this speech and story already if you remember," he says as he brings up the mirror maze all over again, "For all your efforts it didn't matter at all. Actions speak louder than words." Well, if one didn't know how to use words properly.

He knows by now that words can do a lot more harm than actions. He knows how to manipulate a person into getting what he wanted. He could be charming, threatening or outright dangerous. He also points down towards the ground from where he's standing, "I, for one, can in fact survive a fall like this unscathed."

She made a soft displeased noise as she quickly calmed down again. He was right, actions spoke louder than words and her words were just that in a place like this without proof to back them up.

She would make them realize her strength! That her talents made her just as useful here as they did back home..

As much loved to manipulate people herself, sometimes..she was too easily manipulated herself. "...Let me guess. Magic."

"Not this time. It's just how strong I am," he says to rub in the fact that he could outmatch her at any moment. "I'll even land on my feet."

What talents she did have would be put to use for the carnival and not her own pride. He's seen from example that trying to impress doesn't really go a long way as much as just doing ones job right.

She huffed softly at he rubbed in just how much stronger he was than her and that made her feel both annoyed and uneasy. To say her pride was wounded might be an understatement really...

"I zee." What she could bring to the carnival remained to be seen but, considering the jobs she was given, they would be...interesting to say the least.

His eyes pick up the smallest of details when it comes to body language and if she wasn't careful he could read well.

"But don't be so disappointed or disheartened, Miss Winkle. The carnival has a lot of opportunities to improve oneself. In any case, if you are done stalking me, I'll be going now."

Until she got her feet under her, unfortunately Rip would be an open book for pretty much anyone good enough to read people.

"..Ve vill see about zhat." She had her doubts but, she could also tell that Rip was really, just out of her depths. "...Fine. I zhink my anger at you haz vorked itself out anyway." Even if he did scare it out of her quite literally.

Literally and figuratively.

"Just one final piece of advice. You're patrol so you'll have to meet the Warden eventually. I wouldn't make him mad if I were you. Be respectful and listen well," He begins as if to paint the most devious picture he can to unnerve her, "You'll know him by his bones~"

And with that he'll smile with the most courteous bow and then just drop from her view completely. Who knows where he went but it is fast enough to rival the speediest of persons.

Edited 2018-02-05 12:09 (UTC)

If that wasn't ominous...Rip wasn't sure just how to take that warning and it might just be a reason she'll take her time finding this so called Warden.

Before she could even say anything, Tyki was gone and she was left on a roof top. Part of her wanted to curse him out for leaving her there and the other part? She might be a little relieved as she gradually makes her way back down the stairs t head off on her own once more.

What the hell did she get herself into this time...?

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