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⇨ DANGEROUS ENCOUNTERS
Who: Anyone out in the library.
When: Day 59
Where: The Athenaeum
What: Towards the end of the visit, we are visited by a series of worrisome NPCs, who may or may not be illusions. There will be at least 5 NPC toplevels posted overall, all happening in a similar time period ICly (in rough chronological order), so not everyone needs to be in every thread.
Warnings: Possibility of very real danger to anyone who participates. Remember that Sans has told everyone to travel in groups, so if you aren't, you'll probably get a scolding later.
When: Day 59
Where: The Athenaeum
What: Towards the end of the visit, we are visited by a series of worrisome NPCs, who may or may not be illusions. There will be at least 5 NPC toplevels posted overall, all happening in a similar time period ICly (in rough chronological order), so not everyone needs to be in every thread.
Warnings: Possibility of very real danger to anyone who participates. Remember that Sans has told everyone to travel in groups, so if you aren't, you'll probably get a scolding later.
TURNING THE PAGE↴![]() As the carnival continues to explore the Athenaeum in the pursuit of more information about the legendary Miracles, the tension is thick with the knowledge that the Summer Court could be in pursuit any day now. On Day 59, a series of threatening encounters will begin manifesting - but are they real, or an illusion? |
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He raises his hands and and eyebrows, seeming to suggest something he isn't willing to actually say.
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"Or what?" Strange isn't even going to bother hiding the interest in his voice.
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"Maybe I'm wrong. Just seems a little odd that the Wyld Fae go out of line like that."
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He can't help but smile a little as the conversation shifts to the Ringmaster. "I know it's obvious, but she's not like most Wyld Fae. The Ringmaster actually gives a damn about her changelings. After all, she brought me back to the carnival from Portland."
It would have been so easy to leave him there. After all, he spent almost an entire month in the service of a different fae and actively tried to kill multiple members of the carnival while in said service. But nope, the Ringmaster picked him up, brought him back to the carnival, and removed whatever enthrallment Nightshade had put him under. Strange is eternally grateful for that.
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"...Well, there's little point in putting unequipped soldier on the field," he says, thinking back to Portland. "You were the one that the Nightshade was towing around, weren't you?"
That had been kind of funny, actually.
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"It wasn't exactly my finest hour," Strange admits, with a frown. "But my magic's only grown since then."
Which is probably not the thing you want to be telling your technical captor but look, being brainwashed and enthralled made Strange do some really dumb decisions. Even if he is kind of captured by the Summer Court at the moment, he's still got his pride.
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"You do realize this is forever, don't you?" he asks, after a moment. "The oath you made. It was no small thing."
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"I know the power behind oaths and contracts." Says the man currently under one curse and four different contracts. "And I know that if I do somehow manage to escape this realm, unless something drastic happens, I doubt I'll ever be truly free from the Court."
But he's going to try to find a way to free himself from his own mess anyway. Like hell Strange would ever admit he can't do something. "Like I said, it was either myself or them."
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"I've already read your ashes, but I'm going to need more information," he says. "It won't be pleasant for you."
If it sounds like this is a direct reaction to the things that Strange just said, that's because it is.
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"What?! I've answered your questions, what are you going to do?"
Oh God, don't let him be enthralled again.
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Ignatius gets up from the table, towering over Strange, his flames burning brightly.
"Stand."
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His hands are trembling as he looks up at Ignatius. He remains quiet, though. Strange isn't going to betray the carnival, he won't willingly tell the Court where the Miracles are...even though he knows the alternative means they'll be rooting around his head to find that information out anyway.
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Ignatius puts a hand on Strange's shoulder, in a way that feels like an almost congenial gesture. Unfortunately, all of that will slip away as he goes ahead and just plunges his fingers into Strange's third eye.
It's hard to be aware of any specific physicality after that point. It's not a pain you find in limbs or in wounds, it's a pain that fills the entire spirit - the pain of primordial flames filling his entire being.
It must be what hell feels like.
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He wants to crumple up, he wants to pull away from this. But whether it's Ignatius's magic, Strange freezing in place, or the pain itself, something is holding Strange still and upright.
He takes rapid, shallow breaths to try and at least get some air before that burning pain throbs again and Strange lets out a scream of pain. "Stop this," he manages to get out, in between panicked breaths with a voice that already sounds a bit hoarse. "Please."
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It doesn't come to an end that Strange will remember. The pain will outlast his consciousness, and by the time he comes to himself again, he will be reborn in a new world.
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