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lostcarnival2018-05-25 10:10 pm
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⇨ FAERIE TALES
Who: Rescue Teams!
When: Day 61
Where: The Athenaeum
What: The carnival goes to get their kidnapped comrades, and use the Athenaeum's magical power of narrative asspulls to guide their way.
Warnings: Two out of three of the fae here are deeply unclean.
When: Day 61
Where: The Athenaeum
What: The carnival goes to get their kidnapped comrades, and use the Athenaeum's magical power of narrative asspulls to guide their way.
Warnings: Two out of three of the fae here are deeply unclean.
TELL YOUR STORY↴![]() Five of you have been lost, and it's time to get them back. Below, we will be threading the encounter threads one at a time. Put on your best improv hat and feel free to join in. |


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He roars, unleashing a blast of energy through his mouth, trying to burn her and her weeds before they can tangle him up. Overall, though, this is not going so well. His massive form stumbles over into a wall with a heavy impact, the Lady dragging him over as if her weeds are reins.
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"Cool, sounds great! I'm pretty sure my science teacher demonstrated something like that in class once! We'll have ta hurry though, the Warden's just managing ta hold that fae back but it's gonna take a second for those blasts of his ta really start breaking up that stuff she's trying ta lasso him with 'n we wouldn't wanna leave him in a lurch before he's totally powered up and ready ta do some damage."
Shima readies to rush the clones.
"Just slash 'em when I say so, Doc. 'N keep charging your laser, Warden-san!"
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Of course, the demon she's fighting helps too.
Malachite has been making most use of her water powers, so far -- Jasper's contribution to the fusion's fighting capabilities seems to be mostly in her immense size and physical strength. But now, as the bull-headed demon increases in size in front of her, one pair of her eyes narrows in a familiar, angry squint -- and she summons Jasper's helmet, scaled up to fit her giant head.
Malachite's component parts aren't united enough to bring Lapis's wings and Jasper's weapon together. They can't form something that matches Malachite herself, because Malachite has no stable identity of her own. So the helmet is still the same orange as Jasper's gem usually is, clashing horribly against Malachite's sea-green colour scheme.
Not that Yamantaka will have the time to admire it it. As soon as Malachite has it on her head, she's slamming the column of it forward directly into the demon's bull-head.
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Moments after Malachite headbutts Yamantaka, she'll suddenly feel a literal stabbing pain in her vertical abdomen, as the blade of the Vorpal Sword is thrust out through her gut from her insides. It slices in a horizontal arc, as easily as a hot knife through butter, severing the fusion nearly in half right at the waist.
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Shima charges the clones, springing over them at the last second, staff clashing against their swords.
"Now, while I've got 'em distracted!" he shouts to Herbert.
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This also means that the waterclones wibble, then splash down back into nothingness with Lapis' concentration over them gone.
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"Your fatal weakness!" he pronounces, and throws the flask to smash on the floor over the Lady, swinging down at the seaweed with his now literally flaming sword after he does so.
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At least, until Malachite poofs and Herbert comes at her with a flaming sword that is weirdly good at cutting through her hair. She falls off of Sans's head, which she had been standing on until that point, the release of hair tension causing her to lose her balance.
"Well, this is disappointing," she says, glancing over at the water that Lapis and Jasper fell into. "I'm done playing for now, I think."
She leaps into the air, away from Herbert, and dives into the pool of water the gems fell into.
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Yamantaka, who'd been stunned by that gem-weapon headbutt earlier gets bolstered by Shima enough to manage to reorient himself, long enough to reach with his clawed hands into the water to scoop up the prone gems that'd gone under and drop them on the stone floor of the library.
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The Lady of the Lake rushes past her, and she scrambles to lift herself up on hands and knees, following the fae's path.
"Is that it!?" She says incredulously. That can't be it. It seems far too easy. She didn't even get to punch the fae in the face? What the heck?!
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She doesn't understand it. She dove in first. The water is hers. Yet, the gems aren't there. Someone grabbed them first?
The Lady emerges from the water, coming to stand on it as well, looming over Peridot.
"Fine," she hisses. "I'll take this one instead."
Think fast, Peridot. The water is about to swallow you whole.
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Unfortunately Peridot is still basically prone when she feels the shadow of the fae rise up to loom over her, and she only has enough time to just scramble to her feet with an angry hiss before that water is rising up to nab her
As she established earlier in the narrative, she still has that powerful Earth Spirit aura surrounding her, which gives her the force of will to fight back and keep from getting completely wrecked right away, but... This is a true fae they're dealing with. She won't last very long without assistance, no matter how hard she kicks her feet and paddles with her tail against the pull.
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...And then her water clone beamed her upside the head with its weapon, knocking her to the ground. It's only dumb luck that she isn't taken out completely when the clone splashes into nothingness and she can drag herself up with a groan. Oh, her aching head... she takes a moment to get her bearings about what's going on, which is just enough to tell that things are going pear-shaped at an alarming rate.
"B-boss!!" Alphys stammers as the fae is about to take Peridot. She's gotta do something, and she's gotta do it fast.
She reaches into her pocket and grips her Wismuth charm, immediately feeling a sense of calm wash over her, and she starts to sparkle. "And just when the heroes thought all was lost, uh... Peridot's best friends in the world, Lapis and Jasper, snapped out of the lady's control and rescued her from the villainess' clutches!"
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She lifts the water into a column where Peridot and the Lady are, giving very few options to flee. "Jasper! Get her!"
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Lapis's instructions bring her back to focus on the Lady and Peridot atop the pillar Lapis has made, and a split second later she's launching herself into a spin dash, hurtling forward and then directly up the side of the column of water. When she reaches the top she stops spinning, stabilising midair and summoning her helmet so she can redirect her momentum into slamming it down towards the Lady of the Lake.
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"Oh, you came back to me already," she says, and attempts to slam Jasper down into the water along with Peridot.
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Concentrating hard, Peridot turns her gaze downward and searches with both her eyes and her mind to try and reach back out for the Vorpal Sword with her metal powers, wherever it happened to have fallen in the chaos. Considering half her current contract involved gaining better mastery over this specific ability, she senses it quickly enough. It flies to her, but she doesn't catch it in her hand; instead, she keeps guiding upward, with every intention of sending it out of the top of the column to slash upwards at the space between the Lady and the gem. Peridot can't speak to aid her actions right now, but she's putting every ounce of concentration into the moment and the intended results: At the very least, she wants to cut through those tangling weeds... but she won't complain if she slices a fae arm or two off, too. It is a sword that can cut through just about anything, after all.
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"Sharp knife!" she says, and then lashes upward with her hair to catch the sword on its way up. "I'll take that."
The bits of her hair that wrap around the blade cut themselves in two, but she manages to keep a grip on the hilt. Then, she aims it at Jasper, and takes a swing.
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Another hand comes up from the water and forms a hand, intent on flicking The Lady into the closest wall which as much force as she can possibly muster. Lapis would also like her sword back, whenever Peridot gets the chance? It's part of her skeleton morp, thanks.
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"In her time," he begins, projecting like a stage actor who's also trying to compete as a speed-talker, "as the Lady's captive, Lapis learned certain tricks to fight the Lady's prior literal stranglehold over water. She was furious! How dare the Lady take her....how dare she take her friend--how dare, she take the rude obsessive orange one. Or Peridot's sword." He takes a quick breath, really trying to spew this all out as fast as possible and feeling like he's lost track of the point, maybe a bit. "She used her new knowledge of the Lady and this time the water was hers."
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Shima lets Yamantaka dissolve back into flames which wreath his staff, winding up for a strike. "We'll put our all inta this!"
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Besides, the lapis lazuli is the one moving around the water, at the moment. It seems unnatural, but hey. She's always been very fluid when dealing with new circumstances.
Lapis may have the water but that doesn't mean Lapis has her.
She laughs, and then leaps out of the water, using long strands of seaweed to hover instead. She takes the Vorpal Sword in the arm that still remains.
"What do you think?" she asks Lapis. "Two out of two?"
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Her face contorts with rage when she sees the fae holding the sword, and then threatening Lapis of all things. She stands up, looking rather bedraggled with her triangle hair all wilted from being waterlogged, and holds up a hand.
"The fae failed to understand that though she held the sword, she would never be able to wield it properly; this was because the sword had come to this fight along with the hero to serve a purpose, and until that purpose was served, it would always resist the fae, and come back to the hero when she called!"
And as she narrates, she attempts to YANK the sword out of the fae's hand with her metal powers. Should've kept it tangled with your hair, dingus.
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