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lostcarnival2016-11-15 08:25 am
betheman) wrote in lostcarnival2016-11-15 08:25 am
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[OPEN] THE MAN 'RETURNS'
Who: THE REVIVED GONGENZAKA! ...And you.
Where: Carnival Grounds ofc
When: Tail End of the Performance Week-S1:D16!
What: Junko being a general nuisance to everyone.
Warnings: The flavor prose before the taggable prompt includes references to Gongenzaka's last moments and thoughts during the Vampire War. Click here to skip all of that.
War of this level was like nothing he had ever experienced.
Where he had come from, was a 'war'. Certainly not the battlefield as Shun had seen it-with civilians churned body and soul into cards, buildings toppled into dusty ruin. No, he had only seen the aftermath of it all; the remaining survivors afraid of anyone who so much as carried a duel disk, running for their lives with hastily gathered water and worn tins.
Where he had come from, as well, was nothing like the battle field he saw last. A prepared arena of trees and vines, forged of solid vision so real that one could swear the fruits were edible. Where one by one all of those who had been pitted against them were ticked away by the 'battle beast' who had been left to wander those 'woods'. A caged 'animal', defending themselves in rage.
No.
This was a real battle.
With bloodshed and screams, bared teeth and snarls, and when push had come to shove he had refused to back down.
"SUPER HEAVY SAMURAI SUSANNO-O! SHUTENDO-G! MAJU KYU-B!" He summoned them forward not to charge in battle but to form a wall. "Quickly, get to safety!" An impenetrable wall of solid light, forcing the charging vampires back for as long as was needed, even when it came to using his own bare hands himself. In those moments, he thought he could hear himself roar, and even snarl. Grinding his teeth as he gripped a vampire's fist in his own, his geta burying themselves into the ground he held himself on. He pushed them back...
...And that was as far as he could remember. From there, there was a burning and empty sort of pain, before the world went dark and replaced itself with mere blurs of colour behind nonexistent eyelids.
He thought he saw gold-and then red-and then gold again. A cloud of blue, fogging his vision as the sensation of warmth covered him entirely. It was a warmth unlike anything he had ever experienced.
...It was a warmth that lasted for a long time, hugging the edges of his memory in a deep and relaxing sleep.
And that was about when he realized he wasn't quite breathing. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, mind, but it was feeling very tight, and cramped, and-
Gongenzaka's eyes flew open just as the final edges of awareness caught up with him, and in those moments there was an echoing CRACK, followed by a muffled and choking shout as eggshell broke away for him to fall flat on his face covered in egg juice.
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[So. That happened.] Ah-t-t-... S-Shoot..! [The last few hours after he woke up have been something of a blur. First, the Ringmaster comes in excited and beaming, hauling his (still fairly egg covered) upper body up to properly give him a hug.
Then she complimented his legs, which...at that time was about when he realized why they didn't feel the same.] w-wUOH-!!
[There were four of them. (And he still looked and honestly felt like an enormous baby deer trying to make it ten feet from the egg tent at this time)
Apparently this was what they had made preparations for back when he made his contract, however. The Ringmaster had summoned his soul before it properly moved on, stuffed it in...an egg... (He still wasn't quite sure honestly, since at the time his ears were still fairly waterlogged and he was trying to comprehend how coming back to life ended in FOUR LEGS)
He still had half a year to work off though, thankfully-because apparently in all the time she had been fretting about the magic actually working, a number of weeks had already passed.
She had gotten his things from the Treasury, but only some of it fit properly-which meant borrowing a carnival t-shirt when it was realized that his uniform just would not pull over all that fur-and all the while as he was tugging that on there were excited shouts and blatherings about how exciting it all was (that it worked, she meant), how she was going to tell everyone...
And then she left.
For an hour.
In the present, his legs skid-the forepaws scrambling just as much as the hooves to meet dirt, before he awkwardly managed to 'horse stance' his way into seeming balance.] Hahhhhh...
...gNH- [.........Only to promptly trip as soon as he tried to take a step from there.
Face, meet ground.
He had honestly been too afraid to even start trying all this while IN the tent, as the Ringmaster discovered on return; multiple eggs, large centaurine body...she came back confused an hour later (likely after whatever announcement of revival there was), gave him a hand getting up and out...
...Annnnnd once he was out it was time to figure things out on his own.
Which brought things here.] Khh....Hauhhhhh... [To the largest of 14 year olds attempting to get himself off the ground.
In the heat of battle, changes hit at a drastic pace-mostly at the face-but for those who were around between the war and the Nether World, doesn't that headband and pomp look familiar..?]
You alrigh' mistah? [A passing dream visitor asks. The centaur in question merely focuses on standing, stumbling somewhat before finally getting properly on his feet again.]
I, the man Gongenzaka, will be just...NGH- ...Fine...
[....YEP THAT'S HIM ALRIGHT.]
Where: Carnival Grounds ofc
When: Tail End of the Performance Week-S1:D16!
What: Junko being a general nuisance to everyone.
Warnings: The flavor prose before the taggable prompt includes references to Gongenzaka's last moments and thoughts during the Vampire War. Click here to skip all of that.
War of this level was like nothing he had ever experienced.
Where he had come from, was a 'war'. Certainly not the battlefield as Shun had seen it-with civilians churned body and soul into cards, buildings toppled into dusty ruin. No, he had only seen the aftermath of it all; the remaining survivors afraid of anyone who so much as carried a duel disk, running for their lives with hastily gathered water and worn tins.
Where he had come from, as well, was nothing like the battle field he saw last. A prepared arena of trees and vines, forged of solid vision so real that one could swear the fruits were edible. Where one by one all of those who had been pitted against them were ticked away by the 'battle beast' who had been left to wander those 'woods'. A caged 'animal', defending themselves in rage.
No.
This was a real battle.
With bloodshed and screams, bared teeth and snarls, and when push had come to shove he had refused to back down.
"SUPER HEAVY SAMURAI SUSANNO-O! SHUTENDO-G! MAJU KYU-B!" He summoned them forward not to charge in battle but to form a wall. "Quickly, get to safety!" An impenetrable wall of solid light, forcing the charging vampires back for as long as was needed, even when it came to using his own bare hands himself. In those moments, he thought he could hear himself roar, and even snarl. Grinding his teeth as he gripped a vampire's fist in his own, his geta burying themselves into the ground he held himself on. He pushed them back...
...And that was as far as he could remember. From there, there was a burning and empty sort of pain, before the world went dark and replaced itself with mere blurs of colour behind nonexistent eyelids.
He thought he saw gold-and then red-and then gold again. A cloud of blue, fogging his vision as the sensation of warmth covered him entirely. It was a warmth unlike anything he had ever experienced.
...It was a warmth that lasted for a long time, hugging the edges of his memory in a deep and relaxing sleep.
And that was about when he realized he wasn't quite breathing. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, mind, but it was feeling very tight, and cramped, and-
Gongenzaka's eyes flew open just as the final edges of awareness caught up with him, and in those moments there was an echoing CRACK, followed by a muffled and choking shout as eggshell broke away for him to fall flat on his face covered in egg juice.
[So. That happened.] Ah-t-t-... S-Shoot..! [The last few hours after he woke up have been something of a blur. First, the Ringmaster comes in excited and beaming, hauling his (still fairly egg covered) upper body up to properly give him a hug.
Then she complimented his legs, which...at that time was about when he realized why they didn't feel the same.] w-wUOH-!!
[There were four of them. (And he still looked and honestly felt like an enormous baby deer trying to make it ten feet from the egg tent at this time)
Apparently this was what they had made preparations for back when he made his contract, however. The Ringmaster had summoned his soul before it properly moved on, stuffed it in...an egg... (He still wasn't quite sure honestly, since at the time his ears were still fairly waterlogged and he was trying to comprehend how coming back to life ended in FOUR LEGS)
He still had half a year to work off though, thankfully-because apparently in all the time she had been fretting about the magic actually working, a number of weeks had already passed.
She had gotten his things from the Treasury, but only some of it fit properly-which meant borrowing a carnival t-shirt when it was realized that his uniform just would not pull over all that fur-and all the while as he was tugging that on there were excited shouts and blatherings about how exciting it all was (that it worked, she meant), how she was going to tell everyone...
And then she left.
For an hour.
In the present, his legs skid-the forepaws scrambling just as much as the hooves to meet dirt, before he awkwardly managed to 'horse stance' his way into seeming balance.] Hahhhhh...
...gNH- [.........Only to promptly trip as soon as he tried to take a step from there.
Face, meet ground.
He had honestly been too afraid to even start trying all this while IN the tent, as the Ringmaster discovered on return; multiple eggs, large centaurine body...she came back confused an hour later (likely after whatever announcement of revival there was), gave him a hand getting up and out...
...Annnnnd once he was out it was time to figure things out on his own.
Which brought things here.] Khh....Hauhhhhh... [To the largest of 14 year olds attempting to get himself off the ground.
In the heat of battle, changes hit at a drastic pace-mostly at the face-but for those who were around between the war and the Nether World, doesn't that headband and pomp look familiar..?]
You alrigh' mistah? [A passing dream visitor asks. The centaur in question merely focuses on standing, stumbling somewhat before finally getting properly on his feet again.]
I, the man Gongenzaka, will be just...NGH- ...Fine...
[....YEP THAT'S HIM ALRIGHT.]
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Mm... welcome back, then. ... They look hard to manage.
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It is difficult, that is true...but I, the man Gongenzaka, shall master them..!
[Git Gud with the archaic Japanese, and only then will you understand what the heck he's saying Chiaki.]
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Mm...! But... it's okay if it's hard, still... I think.
One woman here had to learn how to use a snake tail.
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[...He appears to be trying to think on if he might know that woman...regardless.] Even if it is hard, I must teach myself-after all, I, the man Gongenzaka, came here to train in the first place..!
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[ She blinks. ] Maybe she could help you, a little.
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[ She indicates her own pointy ears. ]
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...As for myself, they were fairly minor...teeth, eyes...
My ears were not so large until after my recovery, I believe... [Well, technically they were RIGHT before he died.
But there wasn't exactly a mirror around so.]
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[ She can't reach to touch them, but she estimates how far out from his head they are, and shows her relative on hers. It... seems like a foot? ] About here.
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[It's been a little easier to accept certain changes-the legs are a struggle now, but he's determined to master it, and it's easy enough to think of it less as magic when he uses it to push onward in his training.
Not to mention the fact that everyone-including the ringmaster-has their own way of changing while here. And she DID say it was reversible...]
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[ His upper body isn't quite in proportion with the rest of him. But he's close enough. And the ears definitely are. ]
But I don't know if I've ever seen anything like you.
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As it is, it is good that everything works well with each change; once I, the man Gongenzaka adapt, I should be able to continue my training without too much worry then... [As opposed to if he suddenly had fifty eyes, or something. COHESION IS GOOD...]
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Some mythological creatures are considered above people... even like gods! [ And he certainly has the stature of one! ]
But... I'm sure you're still the same. Sorry!...
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I, the man Gongenzaka, have no intention of becoming a god..!!
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[ Pink in the cheeks and sputtering, not sure what to say, she finally goes quiet and looks down, her ears flattening. ]
Sorry...
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[ Hm. ] I'll always see myself as Chiaki. Probably. Does that make sense?
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We are ourselves, no matter what changes may come!
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[ She hopes so. She nods, as much for Gon's benefit as for her own. ]
Well... it's very nice to meet you. [ Um. ] Are you sure you don't need help?...
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