lostcarnival | this is a robbery [closed]

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this is a robbery [closed]

Who: Childermass, Lambert, Cole, & Yuya.
When: Sometime later during the Harbinger invasion.
Where: The Wishmuth Museum of Art
What: The Harbinger of Fortune has his eyes set on ruining an exhibit opening for the museum's more lucrative patrons...
Warnings: Lambert's ass, Cole's TMI memory theater, and Yuya possibly wishing he'd chosen to team up with two completely different Guardians at that point in time tbh.

What would have otherwise been a quiet gathering of Wismuth's elite, to ooh and aah over the Wismuth Museum's newest additions, has ended up going a more poorly than anyone could have ever planned for. It all started with requesting to see the invitation of one man, having strolled into the reception in an indolent, uncaring manner. No one recognized him. No one was surprised when he told them he did not have one.

Surprise only came when the shadows all around them sprang to life before anyone could try and eject him.

Now the museum is surrounded by the flashing lights of cop cars and news vans, the radio and TV all announcing a strange hostage situation to add to the rest of the bizarre and dangerous events taking place in Wismuth these past few days. Not that the police can get in contact with the hostage-takers. Not that they can go into the building itself, either! The few who have vanishing just like everyone else who'd been in there before, considering their sole contact having been a short-lived emergency call from a security guard and then... nothing.

Overall, it's a mess all around the locked-down streets bordering the Wismuth Museum of Art.

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Whatever it is, it's certainly not a real tarot card (which is, of course, assuming any of the three know what those all are). It's a sleek silver and black for the most part but rather than any normal major or minor arcana, it's a stylized version of a frightened-looking security guard. Written in place of anything particularly fitting is an actual name: Paul Blart. Overall, a very odd card.

Having to twist around to see what it is Yuya's picked up, Lambert's eyes narrow when he catches sight of what Yuya's holding in his hand. It's nothing like the ratty, worn-out cards Childermass used to carry, and it's certainly not one he's seen before, but how many card-wielding Harbingers can there be?

"It's Childermass's," he says, shortly. He has his guesses about what it is, but whoever that poor fuck was, wringing their hands about it isn't going to help. Whatever magic locked him away, Lambert doesn't have the means to fix it, and time they waste here is more time they could be discovered. "Put that away and don't touch anything else. Stick close and keep your eyes and ears open -- the main hall's up ahead."

It's a clear picture in his mind, the map of the place, laid out in neat lines in the small, crisp brochure he'd pored over with Childermass, numbers and exhibits listed on the side. Childermass hadn't seemed particularly interested anything in here -- why he chose this of all places to show up, Lambert doesn't know, but it sours the warmth of the memory he has of this place in his mind, joking about which of them would have more trouble keeping their hands to themselves in an exhibit filled with old treasure.

Yuya pales, his chest tight and his body stiff as he looks the card over. He doesn't even openly acknowledge Nigella, too wrapped up in similar memories--because this can only be one thing, can't it? It's a different source, different power, but the same result as Academia. The same fate as his friends, Yuto's friends, his dad...

He doesn't notice when his hand starts to shake, but he does notice the tension building up in him. There's nothing from Yuto this time, leaving Yuya only to process his own anger and pain at seeing this, even on some person he doesn't know.

He doesn't even respond to Lambert verbally, but the order does make his turn his face and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to recover. He slips the card in his back pocket before he turns to follow behind Lambert, and it doesn't quite fit--but Yuya can't just leave him here.

After all, he has every intention of making childermass turn him back.

As he grapples with the faint spike of terror from the security guard, the annoyance and anger from Lambert, and the horror and anger from Yuya, Cole looks over all of them with a worried frown. This...is just a powder keg of emotions, isn't it. And the jury's still out on who's going to explode first.

He falls behind, taking up the rear of the group, ready to make himself unseen the moment anyone else approaches. Nigella floats back to cling to Cole's hat.

"She doesn't want them to kill, so they won't," Cole remarks, eyes lingering on the card in Yuya's pocket. It's an attempt at reassuring Yuya, though going about it in typical awkward Cole fashion: this guy isn't dead, they can definitely save him. "Spells can be stopped, magic can be broken."

From there on out, it won't be the only card they'll find. Just outside the door to the museum proper are several police officers, that being as far as they managed to get. Further down the well-lit, marble-lined hallway will be even more cards, these ones of people in varying degrees of nice or even fancy evening wear.

Besides the cards, the only other eye-catching item lingering in the hallway — besides the occasional cool-looking vase or interesting painting — is a little sign proclaiming something along the lines of 'private event this way'.

Lambert glances at the cards, but he won't collect them. For one thing, this fucking outfit doesn't have any pockets. For another, there's nothing he can do for them except find who did it to them.

The easiest way to break an enchantment is to find the enchanter. And those signs...

The witcher's steps gain more purpose as he takes the lead, Pig a silent, watching figure still riding on him as he follows the direction they're pointing in. He knows where they're heading. It's the exhibit that wasn't open yet when he and Childermass came by. The same one they'd made fun of together.

"Keep your hands free," he tells Yuya, simply. "You'll need them."

"No...!" Yuya pushes forward at the sight of more cards, already on his knees to gather them. Even like this, he can't leave them here. What if no one else understood what it was? What if they were thrown away or destroyed?

He can't in good conscious leave them. But Lambert's words do make him pause when he dives to collect another card.

"... I know." So those cards are all going into the back pocket together. They'd fit better in his old pants, but at least they shouldn't fall out. It makes him a little slow to follow Lambert, starting to pull up the rear.

Cole's outfit doesn't have pockets either, so he lets Yuya pick up the cards. As they get closer to the exhibit, Cole waits until both Lambert and Yuya's eyes are off of him before slipping out of sight and making himself unseen.

Nigella, however, still is seen. She sighs, a tiny little animal sigh, before she floats next to Yuya, sticking close to him. "He could at least tell people before he does that," she gently complains.

Cole's still around, sticking close to Lambert and Yuya. He's just not visible at the moment.

Being so sentimental for strangers will, frankly, always confuse Lambert, even if he wasn't in the process of shutting his emotions down so he can focus. It's funny how automatically that still comes to him. When Nigella speaks up, he realizes Cole's gone from sight, and frowns. Inconvenient and annoying as that might be to him personally, he can't deny he's got the right sort of idea. They'll have better chances if Childermass isn't exactly sure of how many people he's dealing with, or who. If Lambert could go invisible, he would ... but that particular bit of magic relies on shadows.

He does, however, have another trick available to him.

"It's too quiet. I'll try to draw him out," he tells Yuya. "Hang back, but be ready for anything."

It's all the warning Yuya will get before the air shimmers, and where the witcher was standing is a dark-haired woman with a pale, bluish tint to her skin. Feathers cover her skin in odd patches and are threaded in her hair; long black talons for nails and clothing that wouldn't look too out of place as a Harbinger herself. If he remembers the two crow sisters who'd been helping the Count with his ritual in Portland, he may see the similarity enough to guess this one was related to them... except this sister never lived long enough to see the end of that whole mess.

The illusion isn't a flimsy one -- whatever magic was in that ring the Ringmaster bestowed, it weaves a convincing illusion. It can't hide a mind, though, and even if he's borrowed a different form, it's still easy for Cole to tell it's Lambert under that. Pig slips down, to stay out of the way.

Yuya will find himself gathering what is basically a deck of frightened people by the point they reach the reception space. A banner overhead welcomes them to the new Treasures of the Mediterranean exhibit, bordered by tall Ionic columns at the entrance. Greeting them there are the last of the "hostages", spread and spaces out in a way that could make imagining them trying to flee the exhibit all too obvious. They're all cards now, same as the rest. Beyond, similarly scattered about, there are trays of hors d'oeuvres and shattered glasses of wine staining the floor.

More importantly, they aren't quite alone.

On top of the columns cluster a number of those same shadowy crows, definitely keeping an eye out for trouble. That said, once approached, by whoever it is that does so, they'll only look and stare, silent as ever. There's no flying away to warn anyone or even trying to engage. Could be Childermass doesn't need them to.

It takes him a moment to notice Cole disappear, his expression tight as he tucks the carded people away. He sucks in a deep breath to steady himself again, straightening up to move forward. They have to stop Childermass, first. He knows that, and then they can help these people and repair the damage that's been done. Sure, he's done this before. But he really wishes he could use his deck.

Yuya never saw the changeling that Lambert transforms into, but he recognizes a lot of the cues of the Winter Court, and he knows that was Childermass' identity in Portland. He peers into the room from around Lambert, but nods wordlessly and does exactly as he's told--hang back and let Lambert go in first in hopes of drawing Childermass out.

Whoa, that's new. Nobody can see it, but Cole's downright surprised by Lambert shifting faces like that. He takes a moment to blink in surprise before right, time to do this.

When Lambert enters, Cole does also. Remaining unseen and silent, he walks into the exhibit hall as well, staying close to the walls. Nigella lingers near Yuya, watching the whole thing wordlessly, but there's a small frown on her face.

There's no point in a distraction that isn't, well, distracting. While Lambert isn't blowing anything up (yet), he does, in fact, simply walk in. The crow sister's expression is pinched with disdain -- Lambert doesn't have many memories to draw on, to pull together an impression of her, but at least the magic takes care of some of the heavy lifting for him.

His voice, too, is altered when it rings out through the exhibit, haughty and cold as he calls up to the birds.

"Not even a hello?" One foot reaches out to nudge a broken wineglass aside. "What a mess. Where is he?"

Cole goes by without even a glance from the shadows and he won't have to worry about getting called out, either, because the second a crow sister, of all things, steps out into sight, every crow's head turns in unison to stare. Oh, and that's a long, drawn-out stare, completely in silence before as one they take off.

Again, no sound. They're shadows, after all, carrying little to no weight in these forms, almost like they aren't even real... save for scent, which only the witcher among them would pick up. It should have been that familiar smell of snow and pine needles is all ash and burnt pine now, as if even Childermass's magic has been twisted by the Void.

But that aside, they take off and do a circuit of the area in front of the entrance before darting away in one mass of black into the exhibit hall. Within, they'll scatter again, finding new places to perch — display cases, on exhibits themselves, on the moulding along the walls — all save for one, which instead lands on the shoulder of Childermass who's in the middle of holding an intricate necklace of golden leaves up from the latest case he's gotten open. At the center of the hall is a pile of, well, treasure. Literally. Golden statues, jewelry, silver, ancient coins, all dumped on the floor alongside wallets and watches and pilfered pearl necklaces of Wismuth's elite.

For the moment, he's dressed quite normally, not at all different from what he'd been going about in Wismuth before vanishing at the concert. If anything, it makes him look like a villainous businessman, not a Harbinger. He'll tilt his head towards the crow as if listening to it, slowly turning to look towards his "sister".

"Well," he says, quirking an eyebrow but otherwise seemingly unbothered by the unexpected arrival. "Now there's a face I hadn't expected to see here. A little far from home, aren't you?"

Oh, he picks up on that scent, all right. Familiar enough to recognize, altered enough it makes his hackles rise. Whatever's happened to Childermass, that it's been enough to change his magic can't be a good sign.

Without any sign of attack, Lambert will continue advancing forward -- though it's that pile of treasure he heads for, not the Harbinger, to examine exactly what it is he's gathered up. Even as he gives it his not-entirely feigned attention, he keeps an eye on Childermass too. He has more tricks up his sleeve than Lambert does, and there's no telling what else the Void has granted him.

"Home's wherever he says it is," he shrugs, forcing himself to keep moving, skirting around the treasure to force Childermass's attention away from the entryway -- for whatever good that will do. "You know that."

So far so good, as Childermass keeps his eyes on the crow sister and not on the entrance. He'll draw his lap back in a grimace, almost like he just picked up the smell of something disgusting, but he won't make any real moves aside from leaning idly against the display case and absently weighing the gold leaves in his hand.

"Really," he says, definitely unconvinced. He knows who this is. He knows dead is dead. He can't recall if the Count could do what the Ringmaster could, though, which leaves just enough doubt, only— "Though... you three always did look so much alike to me, my dear sister." Yeah, it sounds like she's anything but dear. "Which one are you again?"

The obvious problem there, of course, is that Lambert has no fucking clue what the answer to that is, but it's not as if that's enough to make him give it up just yet. He knows he can't fool him for long, doesn't need to convince Childermass who he is -- he only needs to buy time.

"Forgot already? I suppose not all of us can be special," he says, in lieu of a real answer, still moving, until he comes around the pile of treasure and finally stops too look at him. "The Summer Court's here too, you know. I wonder if they'll find what they're looking for."

Edited 2018-02-21 03:45 (UTC)

"And? Is that all you're here to tell me?" Childermass scoffs. The Summer Court is here? So? Should he be afraid? "What they do doesn't matter, Mackenzie, so feel free to buzz off."

He takes a step away from the display after saying that, giving the necklace in his hand one last heft, then pulling it back to toss over towards the crow sister. Here, catch. It's honestly just gold, no real iron hidden in it.

"Here. Why not use this to buy your way back into hell? We both know that's where you belong, seeing as a wimpy little human managed to put a knife through your scrawny little chicken neck."

"I just thought you might miss them. You spent so long hiding in those gardens, after all."

Lambert catches it out of the air reflexively, probably quicker than a changeling should be able to, but the illusion doesn't dispel, holding up under the motion. With all his attention on Childermass, and how effectively Cole's hidden himself, he can't quite tell where the other two are. He hopes one of them realizes they should attack, because he's running out of improvisation material here.

"That was lucky." It isn't at all hard to call up an ugly sneer at 'wimpy little human,' if only because that's how he feels about the Portland version of himself most days. Lambert spins the gold necklace lazily around a finger, the metal catching and reflecting what little light there is here. "And it certainly wasn't permanent."

"Oh, you're just cranky because your father would never miss you if you ran off instead," Childermass retorts and holds his hands up. Empty, for now, but then he holds a palm out and waves his other hand over it, revealing that same sleek black and silver deck of cards Strange had been warning about on the radio earlier.

A magic trick. How quaint.

Following that, he grips the lower end of the deck with a thumb and fans them out before offering them towards the so-called crow sister.

"Here. Pick a card, any card."

They didn't really make a solid plan, so Yuya's largely uncertain where he's supposed to step in--or what he's supposed to do. Can he trap Childermass? Maybe if he made a big enough bubble, but that seems really obvious. Lambert is a monster hunter, and Yuya trusts he's not trying to irrevocably hurt Childermass... but he might have a better option for dealing with it.

An idea strikes him, though, something he can at least give Lambert an edge (he hopes). After a series of carded people, the last thing he wants is for any one of them to get stuck--so when Childermass offers his deck, Yuya waves the wand and pushes forward normal-sized colorful bubbles from his spot in the entryway.

Deceptively normal, because as they get close to Childermass--or if they're popped before then, they explode into a tiny firework. One that makes a big sound, like someone blew up a full sized one then and there. It's going to be loud, and Yuya braces himself for it.

Yuya reacts to Childermass offering his deck, Cole reacts to Lambert's brief spike of worry. As Childermass offers the deck and Yuya sends out his bubbles, Cole makes himself visible. He's moved so that he's standing behind Childermass, arm outstretched. However, he's not pointing at Childermass: he's pointing at Lambert.

Happy memories are few and far between for Childermass, especially when he's like this. But Lambert? He's got nothing but happy memories with regards to Childermass. Perhaps if he can show Childermass those happy memories, it will help him remember.

The memories are projected in the air between Lambert and Childermass, as if there's a flat screen set up. The memories are also visible to everyone in the room. They start off fairly general, lingering for two or three seconds before flipping to a new one: Lambert in the hot spring while Childermass watches. Lambert, Childermass, and Strange getting drunk on the moon.

However, the memories soon shift to something a smidge more intimate. The two to three second span means that it's easy to overlook an individual memory or two, but hard to overlook the entire effect: there's plenty of memories where Childermass made Lambert happy. Lambert gazing at Childermass over Chinese food when he thinks the other man isn't looking, the two of them sharing a bed, the two of them close to each other, exploring a museum side by side, playing video games in a dilapidated basement somewhere, Lambert's lips brushing against Childermass's, the shock as Lambert discovers Childermass's daemon doesn't hurt him, stolen moments, small looks, the two of them dancing together at the Prince's ball.

Cole's got his hand held out and will keep doing the creepy memory theater until someone chucks something at him or tells him otherwise. Come on, Childermass. Remember.

Okay, so, a lot happens at once. There's no real suave way to react to a series of firework bubbles going off, though they don't quite reach him. The crows still lingering around the room spot them first and, acting on their own, dive. Bubbles pop, there are loud sounds, the shadows burst along with them, not having been all that solid to begin with.

Childermass jumps, cards startled right out of his hands. They won't hit the floor, though. They only look like cards, but they're still his Spark. They don't scatter across the ground, they rise up, floating, picking up some sort of orbit around their master and then--

They're all gone, just like that, in the blink of an eye. Thankfully not for good, since he's only stepped into the shadow the display case behind him casts. He reappears out of a shadow by a Grecian statue, standing on the pedestal space in front of it. It puts him slightly above the rest and gives him a front row seat to the images flashing across the air.

"That's..." A lot of things he never wanted other people seeing, actually, thanks Cole. His attention snaps to the crow sister (who isn't one at all, he already suspected), then to Yuya, and finally to Cole.

Yeah. That's got to be Cole. Rather than dwell on what's being shown, he'll scowl and pull a card out of the air, immediately flinging it at the spirit. Not a major arcana and therefore carrying no spell, but a minor one and those? Those are sharp.

Good job startling Childermass, Yuya, bad job Cole startling Lambert as well -- who the hell uses the power of sneaking up an enemy to show off someone else's memories?! The expression of chagrin and humiliation that stabs through Lambert is wildlly out of character on the crow sister's face, ugly flush coloring her cheeks, and the few moments of surprise that Yuya bought are for nothing since all Lambert can do is gape.

And then it's too late to grab Childermass, and Lambert snarls, still wearing the changeling's guise. There isn't even time to shout at Cole for being a fucking idiot before Childermass attacks, and then the response is completely instinctive: Lambert steps to shield Cole, disguise falling away as he raises the familiar witcher spell to block the card, though he isn't certain witcher magic will be enough to block it.

In the meantime? Childermass will suddenly find himself illuminated by headlights as a fucking motorbike comes at him out of nowhere, engine roaring and echoing around the room as Pig charges right at the pedestal he's standing on to try and knock it out from under him.

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Yuya stumbles out of the entry way, equally startled as his rushing out is met not with action from Lambert, but... more of Cole's home video. He knows Cole can do this, and later he'll realize he shouldn't be surprised this was what he attempted--but Yuya still comes to a halt and stares, gaping in disbelief as the memories play.

It's at the memory of them in bed together that Yuya realizes this is really rude and he should really not be looking at this, so he quickly jerks his attention away as his cheeks flush and he shifts awkwardly on his feet.

At least the violence getting initiated is a suitable distraction, and while Lambert's protecting Cole and Pig rides for Childermass, Yuya shakes the bubble wand to start another flurry heading towards Childermass. These are a little larger, and don't quite do anything, but there's so much more of them and the color makes them harder to see through.

Maybe he can obcsure Childermass's vision so he can't throw another card.

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