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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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It's fine, I learn pretty quickly. [ It's -- entirely too quick and cheerful a response. "Full, magical carnival" hahaha...
He stops stretching Timcanpy and lets him pop back to shape, the golem fluttering for a moment just above his hands and twisting his face to look up at Syrlya. Well--"face". Yet despite lacking eyes he would seem to be looking right at him with his beady little cross... ]
Ah-- his name is Timcanpy. He isn't really a pet though.
More like a partner. He's a golem. [ He's like his little brother. ❤️ ]
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['Companion' is stretching it by most definitions of golem Syrlya is familiar with... Taimi is extremely attached to scruffy, however, so the affection isn't totally outside the realm of possibility. Tim is starkly different from the ones he's familiar with, though, who were also different from the golem with the world walkers. It's interesting that the word has been adopted across so many worlds, but for something so different.
Anyway, when Tim grins wide and toothy, Syrlya returns it--revealing an equally long set of sharp fangs. Changes get so weird, Syrlya's forgotten that they're probably a little unsettling on someone so blatantly inhuman.]
Well met as well, Timcanpy.
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It's a good thing Allen's already pretty well shell-shocked by everything else by now. Also that Syrlya is a... type of plant person? Honestly fangs don't really phase him at all anymore. Unless he's a vampire plant. Is that even a thing? But then one of his friends is kind of a not-a-vampire so.
Yeah he's just going to blink for a second and decide it really doesn't matter. Especially to someone being so kind to Tim — it's always a plus in Allen's book.
He brightens a bit at it, and Timcanpy flutters loose to hover in front of Syrlya. ]
If you're part of the patrol then — are you a soldier?
[ It was the handshake, and maybe a bit of the clipped but polite demeanor. Allen himself might not consider himself a soldier or even a warrior at all but he certainly has had enough comrades who are. ]
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[Like Allen's clownness. He can't say much for the rest of the organization of this place, however. It's a little haphazard.
That said, a Master who makes golems doesn't sound like just a performing role. He could be wrong, but...] What was he a master of?
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He was a general. And a sorcerer.
[ Giving a faint sort of huff — it might be annoyance but it's hard to tell from a sigh — Allen shifts a bit in his seat. ]
Pretty much anything he set his mind to he was a master of. [ It could... almost be pride. Maybe. In an incredibly backhanded sort of way. If you squint.
Mostly because the caveat being whatever he set his mind to since that mind was often on fine wine and women. ]
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A solider as well? [That's the only place he's heard terms like General, anyway. Sorcerer, however, is terribly non-descriptive.] What is it you were an apprentice of, then?
[Maybe everything, maybe something specific? If it's magic, Syrlya's at least a little (a lot) curious. The slight ire isn't lost on him, but surely Allen was under the man for something worthwhile.]
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He sobers for a moment at that. Like maybe having realized he just slipped (messed) up, and hesitating — before he smiling, canting his head to the side. Lightly; smoothly.
And yet a bit stitched. ] You know...
I'm not sure. [ Present, not past tense. And maybe he smiles and keeps smiling too is because if he let his facade drop his throat might catch. ]
But I'm an Exorcist, like he was.
[ Damned if he is, damned if he isn't. Might as well suck it up now. ]
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What is an Exorcist? [He asks it so lightly, so cleanly it can't be mistaken: Syrlya has absolutely no idea what the hell Allen is talking about.
His gaze flicks aside, to Allen from Tincampy, with an expression of genuine curiosity. Humor him, his world is different.]
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While Allen blinks for a moment at that with a filtered expression. Ah.. it's something he's used to having to explain, but —
...but it's been a long time. ]
...an Exorcist is someone who's been chosen. By their weapon, something called Innocence.
Because of it, they're able to fight and purify akuma, weapons created from human souls that have been corrupted. They can save them.
[ It's what he still wants to believe. ]
That's the sort of war we fight in.
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One of them, though, sticks out.] A corruption? I'm sorry to hear that--my world is fending off a sort of corruption, although it can poison every living thing.
[With a few exceptions.] Can anyone be chosen by Innocence?
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I think so.. [ A fork thoughtfully to his lips, he looks distantly contemplative. ] It responds to their feelings, how much they want to protect the things important to them—
As long as it's someone who feels that sort of thing strongly, it could be anyone.
[ His gaze flickers back to Syrlya though, coming back to the present. ]
If it's your entire world [ weird thought, there being other worlds, still weird but no weirder than talking to a plantman soldier he supposes ] that's fighting off a corruption — is it a war?
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His thumb absently brushes against the side of Timcanpy, abandoning his fork to the salad.] It sounds almost sentient, your Innocence. What is it like? How does it cleanse the corruption?
[It's interesting, being provided with such an obvious solution if you can only believe in it. Feeling so lost about a solution to the dragons, now, Syrlya can't hello but be a little envious. It seems so much easier.]
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Allen's going to skirt thinking about that somewhat uncomfortably. He can't have doubts about Innocence, especially relating to his own. He can't. Not with everything else happening. ]
It depends.. [ He blinks a bit at the question, flexing his left hand a bit out of habit. ] It can come in different forms that can become a weapon. Some of them are shaped into weapons so they can be used.
Some of them are called a "parasitic-type", and the body of the host—they become the weapon then. [ He isn't looking at Syrlya anymore as he says that; gaze having dropped instead to the back of his own left hand. A bit heavier and harder to read.
Like being both convicted and conflicted. ]
All of them can purify a soul though, by cutting through the corruption chaining it to the world and giving it its shape. Something called "dark matter".
It's the only thing that can. They exist as opposites.
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Except one of those sides threatens life, like the dragons, so obviously a new solution needs to be found.]
I see. So these... Akuma. Are they unstoppable without Innocence? [If the cure for corruption is destruction, it isn't far off from the same eradication they have to employ to the dragon minions. Some can be freed, of course, but... well, in some states is that really a way to live? His people were only Sylvari, but would someone who was Risen cope with being a shambling corpse just to stay in this world?
Probably not.] Where does it come from?
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They destroy them. Even the human souls in the process. ]
—I don't know really, though. [ He seems a touch lost. Softly thoughtful, but uncertain. ]
Innocence— there's only a finite amount. Even if some people try to find ways around that.. [ ergh ]
There's very little. Even fewer people that are chosen to use it. Because it's from "god", I've been told. A crystal of his, leftover from a long time ago.
But I don't know. [ It's softly spoken; quite honest. If conflicted. ] It's hard to say.
[ He neither believes in god, not really, nor knows if he could believe in one that punishes the hosts of Innocence so harshly.
Or what it means when living Innocence itself is also a terrible monster. ]
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He can't say anything about a god. Humans have plenty of powerful relics from them, so he can accept it, but he's no expert on patheon.]
So being an Exorcist is especially important for the sake of your world. [He smiles a touch.] What about the dark matter? Is there a known source for that?
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Allen blinks for a moment, then smiles a touch as well. As if that answer surprised him and he finds it a touch bittersweet. ]
I don't know if it's finite but — [ There's the "egg", the akuma factory, it has something to do with that, but.. ]
There is one person who uses it to make akuma. But he's already made millions.. [ It's very gentle actually, his tone. Soft, like he isn't saying something that's actually very bleak. ]
So I don't think it matters if it is. [ He looks.. weighted, actually. Like there's something very heavy and very sad about that.
Yet he's also still smiling. ]
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[Seemingly endless horde... but if you never believe you will see the end of it, how will you drive yourself forward?
Not that he's one to talk about hope when he's operating in necessity rather than faith. But he won't bring Allen down with that thinking.]
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Mn! [ It's brighter. Certainly it seems brighter, at least. ]
If we can stop him from being able to make them, there's still hope. As long as people keep believing that.
[ It was nice when that was the primary concern he had. The goal; the thing to exist for.
When there was "we".
But he's been so drowned in all the developments since then he couldn't remember the last time he would have even thought about that. Or that he would ever be back to a place where he could again and have that mean something. Had the luxury of being able to do that and not realize he was the biggest problem of all.
But to his credit his smile is nowhere near as empty as he feels. ]
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Regardless, that's about when he turns back to his salad, chewing another bite thoughtfully to lull the conversation for a minute.]
... Is it too personal to ask what it is you signed on for? [If he has such a heavy war, perhaps he also came seeking a solution?]
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Because there is a... reason. Sort of. The thing included in his contract that kept him from trying to force his way out, but. ]
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I lost a game of cards to the Ringmaster.
[ It's the truth, he wouldn't be in this mess if he hadn't. rip his pride ]
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[That probably isn't a positive way to end up in the carnival. He wonders how long it'll be before Allen grows resentful of this place... if he didn't have a (hopefully) worthwhile contract, he probably would be.] At least it will have little impact on the state of your world for the next year.
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He sobers though, expression becoming distant as he presses his lips together lightly for a moment. Little impact on the state of his world.. ]
Is that what you signed on for?
To reduce the impact of something? [ His tone —
It's quiet, but almost like wanting to hope for something but not being sure if he should. ]
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In a sense. My world is in danger of dying either due to the Elder Dragons and their corruption, but their deaths release too much magic, and without a way to contain it... well, it is a similar risk. I am here for find solutions for it. Or at least, the beginning of a solution.
[Taimi is the brain, he's sure she can find something if he brings her the right information.]
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