john childermass (
atouts) wrote in
lostcarnival2018-02-17 12:39 pm
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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.
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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Magic entrapment is no area of specialty of his, so he really has no idea what the parameters are for that sort of thing. Besides, if that's actually apparently something Childermass can do now, it's not a bad thing to know.
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He lowers the card and his gaze to the floor. "I couldn't move, or see or hear anything. I was--frozen, but I could still think. I was just thinking about getting out of there."
He couldn't cast anything, however, so he hadn't been certain he would get out. There's something to be said for the power of the soul, though.
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"It didn't seem like it took you all that long to get out," he offers. "Though it might have felt different, to you."
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Maybe of he thought enough about it and reviewed the books Strange made him read, he could come up with a decent theory why he could break an enchantment these people can't. But he's not in the mood to think. He's tired and horrified and his face stings.
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"C'mere and let me have a look at that." He beckons Yuya over.
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He shifts up out of his seat, slipping the card back into his pocket as he steps closer and leans over so Lambert can get a look at his face.
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"Shouldn't need stitches. But it'll heal better if you get some help. You know Tamaki, right? He can fix that up for you."
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Although he's not sure if Tamaki will chide him for getting hurt. That's the nice thing about fling this with Lambert--he doesn't get upset about Yuya getting a little hurt, so Yuya doesn't have to feel guilty about it.