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lostcarnival2018-03-17 07:08 pm
likethelight) wrote in lostcarnival2018-03-17 07:08 pm
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🎶 He's the left hand of God on the stage 🎶
Who: Allen and you!
When: Day 28 and onward
Where: Getting lost in the forest first, then reluctantly Around
What: The unluckiest hobo Exorcist clown-acrobat of an endearingly stupid shounen protagonist is here!
[ Once there was a boy with no home who joined the circus.
Actually, there was a boy who no home who joined the circus twice. Both times kind of against his will.
This was a very unlucky boy.
This was also a very very dubious boy who tiptoed around the carnival without announcing his presence the moment he was set loose on the grounds. Who eyed the trailer he was supposedly assigned to and....... decided to give it a rather wide berth and continue exploring while remaining unseen as he could. Funny, he acts more like a fugitive than some semi-well-dressed Victorian kid.. that's kind of a weird... tattoo he has on his face, too?Scar? But it looks like there's a pentagram..
Which is to say he lasted about an hour before he attempted to hightail it into the woods and escape. He has promises he made!! Screw this, he can't stay in any place for a year, let alone this one!! HE'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN GOING TO BE ALIVE IN A YEAR SO ALL OF YOU CAN SOD OFF
Which is also to say it takes him even less time to get woefully lost. And then a bit longer still before he finally admits it and finds some slightly less mossy rock to flop down on.
He rakes a hand through his somewhat overgrown hair. There are definitely some twigs there. ]
Haah.. even Timcanpy.
[ Does he sound a little sour? He sounds a little sour. He'd been shouting "Tim???! TIM!" for the last half hour after all. This is the worst. ]
[ Alternatively, after he comes sulkily back you may also find him:
1) In the cookhouse, surrounded by stacks of empty bowls piled far higher than he is tall and doubled over with gusto into demolishing his current one. No, seriously... it looks like this kid has just eaten thrice his weight in literally every dish that was being served. Including the ones he'd never heard of.There's a questionable-looking carcass on the table next to him...
2) In the medical tent after it's dark and he thinks he's alone, trying to very surreptitiously snag some gauze and unbuttoning his shirt to... look incredibly confused at not finding a wound on his stomach? And starts poking at it?? What?? Excuse him??
3) Sitting towards the edge of the grounds after dark, his back to a tree and looking up at the lights of the Ferris wheel in a way that's quiet thoughtful as much as it's... morose? No, it's just a faraway sort of expression that's as bittersweet as it is uneasy. Looking up at the Ferris wheel like it's been a very, very long sort of time as he sucks on his now very-polished spoon. Ah. Dinner had been smaller than he would have liked.
He'd also seem to have a plump sort of golden... ball? with wings? accompanying him now and seeming to mimic and compliment him as a small golden shadow might. He would appear to like sitting on heads.
Wildcard if you want, he'll be poking around everywhere! And tag in whatever format you are most comfortable in! I vastly prefer brackets for my personal writing; if they drive you nuts drop me a line and I can make adjustments. ]
When: Day 28 and onward
Where: Getting lost in the forest first, then reluctantly Around
What: The unluckiest hobo Exorcist clown-acrobat of an endearingly stupid shounen protagonist is here!
[ Once there was a boy with no home who joined the circus.
Actually, there was a boy who no home who joined the circus twice. Both times kind of against his will.
This was a very unlucky boy.
This was also a very very dubious boy who tiptoed around the carnival without announcing his presence the moment he was set loose on the grounds. Who eyed the trailer he was supposedly assigned to and....... decided to give it a rather wide berth and continue exploring while remaining unseen as he could. Funny, he acts more like a fugitive than some semi-well-dressed Victorian kid.. that's kind of a weird... tattoo he has on his face, too?
Which is to say he lasted about an hour before he attempted to hightail it into the woods and escape. He has promises he made!! Screw this, he can't stay in any place for a year, let alone this one!! HE'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN GOING TO BE ALIVE IN A YEAR SO ALL OF YOU CAN SOD OFF
Which is also to say it takes him even less time to get woefully lost. And then a bit longer still before he finally admits it and finds some slightly less mossy rock to flop down on.
He rakes a hand through his somewhat overgrown hair. There are definitely some twigs there. ]
Haah.. even Timcanpy.
[ Does he sound a little sour? He sounds a little sour. He'd been shouting "Tim???! TIM!" for the last half hour after all. This is the worst. ]
[ Alternatively, after he comes sulkily back you may also find him:
1) In the cookhouse, surrounded by stacks of empty bowls piled far higher than he is tall and doubled over with gusto into demolishing his current one. No, seriously... it looks like this kid has just eaten thrice his weight in literally every dish that was being served. Including the ones he'd never heard of.
2) In the medical tent after it's dark and he thinks he's alone, trying to very surreptitiously snag some gauze and unbuttoning his shirt to... look incredibly confused at not finding a wound on his stomach? And starts poking at it?? What?? Excuse him??
3) Sitting towards the edge of the grounds after dark, his back to a tree and looking up at the lights of the Ferris wheel in a way that's quiet thoughtful as much as it's... morose? No, it's just a faraway sort of expression that's as bittersweet as it is uneasy. Looking up at the Ferris wheel like it's been a very, very long sort of time as he sucks on his now very-polished spoon. Ah. Dinner had been smaller than he would have liked.
He'd also seem to have a plump sort of golden... ball? with wings? accompanying him now and seeming to mimic and compliment him as a small golden shadow might. He would appear to like sitting on heads.
Wildcard if you want, he'll be poking around everywhere! And tag in whatever format you are most comfortable in! I vastly prefer brackets for my personal writing; if they drive you nuts drop me a line and I can make adjustments. ]
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So Strange, with your strange appearance, you're going to have to please excuse Allen as he goggles a bit for a moment like he's just swallowed his tongue. Because it's really the better response as his instincts right now are screaming warning bells at him and the fact he hasn't leapt bolt upright is really a testament to just how much self-control he has. And that he's slowly being shell-shocked into acceptance by the Everything Else here.
(Timcanpy, however, has shot straight up in a panicked flutter, and proceeds to fret just above Allen's shoulder.)
This place is going to give him a persistent heart attack for at least a week. 💔 ]
... [ Intense discomfort aside, he swallows for a moment. Composes himself. Those clothes— if not for his unnatural hair and eyes he'd actually be one of the more familiar sights to Allen, his accent included. ]
If by that you mean if I was just tricked into signing a contract, I suppose I am.
[ This guy.. a threat, or...? ]
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Once Allen mentions that he was tricked, Strange can't help but wince. ]
Pity. The Ringmaster's quite generous with her offers: you should have sought her out and willingly signed on instead.
[ And honestly, he's getting a crick in his neck, so Strange just sits down on the ground next to Allen, badly repressing a yawn as he does so. ]
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fugitiveExorcist instincts, it's more a fight or flight thing. That and everything that's popped out at him with a less than normal appearance in the last few months is something either trying to kill or consume him, so his nerves have been a little frayed...But he blinks when Strange sits next to him and turns to look at him, seeming to relax a little as Timcanpy settles back down on top of his head cushily.
Not a threat, not at least according to his gut. Just someone else in a very strange carnival. ]
I'm afraid that isn't something I could have done either. [ It's neutral, not argumentative. Just a gentle statement of fact, even if he is still a little uneasy. And in fact he just looks a little curious (confused maybe) by that. ]
Is that what you did?
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[ Which is an amazingly circumspect answer that doesn't really tell Allen much but sorry dude, that's all Strange is answering. Strange is assuming the golden panicky thing is magical because really, that's not a natural creature. Hopefully he won't have to give Allen the 'surprise, magic exists' talk. ]
Of course, I don't regret it. I've learned so much more in the carnival than I ever could back in England.
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Yeah he's going to roll with the "I needed to learn a piece of magic" reasoning without blinking very much.
And actually, Strange's comment of his home country is what does actually make him blink or a second. He was right! It's a small bit of familiarity. But-- ]
A piece of magic? [ It's unusual only because most people in Allen's world were unaware of the holy war and the supernatural around them. ]
Are you a sorcerer then?
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[ Still sleepily, Strange looks over towards Allen. As he does so, mostly out of curiosity, he starts the magic for his third eye, a magical perk of his that helps him recognize and examine magic. Thankfully, it isn't an actual eye: the magic mostly manifests as Strange staring at Albert in a creepy sort of way. But as he watches Allen, he's able to piece out some of the magic surrounding the boy.
First rule of dealing with Strange: he firmly believes that boundaries are for losers and secrets are also for losers. As he examines Allen's magic, he calls him out. ]
Give me enough time and I'll be able to break that curse on your eye.
[ He has no idea what said curse is, just that it's magic and it probably shouldn't be there. More study is needed. ]
1/2 omg A+ i love this
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What -- ! [ There aren't even quite words for that sort of raw outrage. It feels gross, like someone just looked inside him without asking, even if that has nothing to do with Strange's magic and everything to do with realizing someone just looked into a part of him and so casually...
So casually just offered to break something so precious. ]
How do you -- [ sputtering somewhat!! there aren't even words! ]
It isn't something that needs to be broken!
just wait until strange tells allen he & tyki are bros, everything's gonna get so bad so fast
Which again, is ridiculous. Allen's new, whatever sort of magical nonsense he's under must have happened at home. And Strange doesn't know what that magic is, just that it looks a bit nasty. ]
If you say so, [ he responds, with a yawn. ] What is it, anyway?
oh my god a complete trainwreck, yes
... [ It's a bit of a testy silence, but he's just so laid back about the whole thing.. Again, this guy is off but -- was he overreacting...? ]
It's an akuma curse. [ Like hell is he offering the important part of the story now, though. ] Because of it, I can see the human souls inside of them.
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That being said, there's still going to be a few invasive questions. ]
What's an akuma? And can you see my soul?
[ He's not entirely certain if the phrasing is 'see human souls in general' or 'see human souls but only inside akumas' but hell yeah, let's take a peek at his soul. Strange is getting oddly excited about the prospect of peeking at his soul, and leans a bit further into Allen's space. ]
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—no. [ It's a little flat but not impolite. ]
An akuma is a weapon that's powered by a human soul that's been corrupted. Until all it knows is how to kill.
That's what I can see, the soul inside that.
[ The corrupted and twisted remains, that is. ]
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I imagine it isn't a pretty sight. [ what with the corruption and twisted until all it knows is how to kill. Strange's frown stays on his face for a moment more before he sights. ]
Anyway, it's probably not going to be any use here. I've been here for around six months and haven't seen anything close to an akuma.
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I would hope it wouldn't be. [ Firm but sincere. No they're horrible and shouldn't exist at all, even if he exists for them.
But his expression is cautious still. Shrewd. ]
You must be able to see more than most would presume too. [ "Seeing" or sensing a curse like that. ]
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At Allen's question, Strange nods. It's obvious that Strange values his skills a lot, as he doesn't even bother hiding the fact that he sounds a little puffed up and stuck up about his own skills. ]
For lack of a better description, I can see magic. It's a bit like hearing music: I can tell that it's there and sort out the general shape of it, but the more familiar I am with the spell, the easier it is to identify.
[ And something like Allen's weird eye curse, he's completely unfamiliar with. Ergo, he just knew it was magic. ]
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Well, he found it unsettling for other reasons too.
Speaking of — that isn't the.. best of associations to Allen.. "like music..." He rubs at the back of his neck for a moment. ]
Is there a reason to learn all of that?
[ In Allen's world it's all for the sake of winning a war so that's understandable. And it'd have to be something similarly important to sign away part of your life to gain arcane knowledge, right? ]
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Of course there's a reason. I want to learn about it.
[ Sure, Strange did end up using magic in a war (and will not shut up about it should Allen press). But for him, magic was less of a profession and more of a purpose. He wants to learn about magic because he likes learning about magic. That's reason enough. ]
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Then he just looks confused. ]
Isn't there a point to wanting to know anything?
[ Literally! Everything he's learned he has because there was a very specific thing he wanted to accomplish that required it!! ]
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[ Is he not explaining this correctly? This is amazingly simple for Strange and yet it seems Allen's having a hard time grasping the concept. He's frowning a little as he mulls his words over, trying to think things over and come up with an explanation that would make sense. ]
There's still so much about magic that we don't know and can't explain. I know I can never learn everything about it, but I want to know as much as possible.
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Actually he did right there. "I want to know everything I can.
Because maybe if I did...
something would change."
He blinks for a second there, expression smoothing a bit. A little contrite even, maybe. Maybe. ]
So you're like a scholar then.
[ It would explain some of the odder and more eccentric behavior. ]
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As Allen's expression smooths, Strange gives him an ironic little smile. There we go, this should clear some of this up and explain a few things. ]
I have written a book and a few articles on the state of English magic. So yes, like a scholar. I've my book at the carnival if you want to read it.
[ he doubts Allen does. But hey, might as well at least make the offer. ]
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There's a state of English magic? [ He will side-step it for the more relevant item there. And will—a little sheepishly and not without a healthy sense of caution still—take his seat again, Timcanpy following him like a mirrored golden shadow. ]
I didn't think most people even knew it existed.
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Of course most people know it exists. I used magic in the war, the papers reported on that if nothing else.
[ Of course, considering that Strange doesn't specify which war he's talking about (the Napoleonic Wars), that gives Allen even more questions about this whole business. ]
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Well now his interest is caught for entirely different reasons. ]
War?
The holy war? [ Most people don't know it exists either. The wars in Europe are pretty far off too! Not that Allen really pays that much attention to human wars... He kind of hates them and has no place in them. ]
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[ Holy war? What the hell did magic have to do with the church? Absolutely nothing in Strange's world, magic was more closely defined with more natural things than organized religion. ]
What war are you talking about?
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