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lostcarnival2018-06-09 06:55 pm
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⇨ CAMPING GROUNDS
Who: Everybody!
When: Day 64
Where: The Camping Grounds
What: While the Ringmaster attempts to purge the carnival of magical tracing spells and deal with the angry fire fae in her belly, everyone else is getting sent on an emergency camping trip with some unusual local fauna.
Warnings: Camping.
When: Day 64
Where: The Camping Grounds
What: While the Ringmaster attempts to purge the carnival of magical tracing spells and deal with the angry fire fae in her belly, everyone else is getting sent on an emergency camping trip with some unusual local fauna.
Warnings: Camping.
CRYPTIC CAMPGROUNDS↴![]() You're given about three hours to prepare, after the Ringmaster tells you her plans for the coming week. There is a vast selection of camping equipment at your disposal, and the means to take along enough food for the length of the stay. The wilderness of the planet you're left on is nearly idyllic, but some people just don't like the great outdoors. ► CRYPTOZOOLOGY: As it turns out, the carnival won't be alone here. There is a varied ecosystem of cryptids to be found as well, living in relative peace and mostly reacting to the newcomers with curiousity. More details can be found on the plotting post. You are free to NPC the cryptids as much as you need to, as long as you stick to the behaviours described. ► DREAMSHARING: There is a player plot going on which will allow characters to share dreams! These are specifically more dreams than nightmares, and the mushi-adept characters will be here to help. ► CHILLAX: There isn't any plot twist for this setting, so this is mostly an opportunity to decompress from the last plot and get ready for the future. The Ringmaster will show up occasionally to help with needed medical treatments and check on things, but won't stick around for long. |


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He thought Lambert would understand. And he thought that Lambert, the man who prides himself on murdering things, who swears up and down that he's a killer, would actually be the one to do it. It never occurred to Strange that Lambert might fail or Lambert might not want to kill him.
"I trust him, even with the hard things."
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"But even if it's because you trust him... it'd hurt him to do it, wouldn't it? Even if there's no other choice, if you have to--"
He jerks his marshmallow back as it starts to set aflame, shaking it to put out the flame before it burns worse.
"It's not that easy to hurt people you care about." Or watch them be hurt.
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Why Lambert threw all sorts of different strategies at Strange and didn't just slit his throat and run. But the fact remains that Strange just selfishly hopes Lambert would have killed him, even if it was so hard, just so he wouldn't have to deal with the memory of trying to kill his best friend.
Strange's marshmallow is entirely on fire. But he doesn't seem to care. Instead, he's just staring off into space slightly.
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He bites off half the marshmallow, staring dully at the fire in equal silence. He gets it, really. He gets both sides of it.
"... I made Gongenzaka promise to leave me to die if I said so." He says it a little hurriedly, like he won't get it out if he didn't. A little weight lifts from his chest, and he's finaly able to look at Strange again.
"It's awful, right? Making them hurt more, so we hurt less."
Because apparently actually dying is hurting less, sure.
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"I'm not so sure," Strange explains, as he still stares off into space. "What would be worse? Acknowledging that you cannot do anything or the knowledge that you tried to save them and failed?"
Because that's how it's going to be, if the fae are involved again. In all likelihood, they're going to fail.
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Even when he's told to stand down, he's not sure he could hold himself to it. His patience would probably run out at some point. And he knows Gongenzaka is the same way. That's what makes it feel especially terrible to have done.
He worries over his lip. "Either way the person you care about is hurt, or... or gone."
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"The only thing you have to do is keep yourself safe. We both have people we need to see back in our worlds. We can't accomplish that if we're dead or maimed."
Or contracted by multiple fae, the voice in the back of Strange's head points out. This only makes him continue sulking, as he draws into himself a bit more.
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And that's exactly the problem. "He already died twice, he lost his arm, I can't let him get hurt again!"
He grips his stick tighter, getting close to snapping it. "Things aren't getting any safer, and I can't... I--" He stops, swallowing down any further words.
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"If you don't want Gongenzaka to get hurt, then you'll have to protect him yourself." Strange doesn't know Gon all that well, but if he's already died twice and lost an arm, it sounds like he's too reckless for his own good. They can't throw magic at the fae to stop that problem. But perhaps they can throw magic at Gongenzaka to keep him safe—or, at least, get him the hell away from where the problem is.
"How large can you make your shield? And do you know any teleportation magic? It can't be object based, it would need to be you moving Gongenzaka yourself."
The problem with things like 'a cufflink that teleports you to someone's trailer' is that people have to make a choice to use it. In an ideal world, Gon's not getting a choice.
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"I don't know any magic like that." They talked about it before, at the Manor. "But he's the deputy now, so he has more responsibility to keep the carnival safe. That's what he does--he protects people."
Protects Yuya, and Yuya knows he can't just tell Gongenzaka to neglect his ideals for Yuya's own selfish desires. People need him.
He looks up at Strange and attempts to force a weak smile. It doesn't hold. "I know I have to be strong enough to protect Gongenzaka. Like he does for me!"
His gaze drifts down and he puts a hand over his chest. He knows his feelings, but they're still so hard to navigate into words why it's painful. What he's really afraid of, why what he's done he's sure has really broken Gongenzaka's heart.
"... I'd pay any price for that, but I don't want him to do the same for me."
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"If you want to be strong, then let's make you stronger. Gongenzaka probably has too much to worry about right now thanks to Lambert's terrible decisions," which Strange is still bitter about. "You should be able to get a head start on him."
This is an awful strategy but look, it's at least part of a strategy.
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He never wants to actually have to face those words, but he's sure he won't get the choice. He purses his lips, then absently fishes for another marshmallow to impale onto his stick. Of course he wants to be strong. Stronger. Strong enough maybe he can protect himself and Gongenzaka. But the Fae are greater than he ever expected, and if he had to make the choice...
"Yeah," He finally says, after a long moment of silence staring at the fire, although it comes out weakly. "I will."
That reminds him, though, of the other thing he wanted to say, about the other person that means the world to him. "And... thanks for not letting Ignatius take Yuzu. Even if it hurt you."
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Still, he is going to lie through his fuckin teeth and not tell Yuya that in the slightest.
"You're welcome," Strange responds, with a little nod. "I'm a nightrunner, after all. It's our job to protect the carnival."
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When she had offered herself, well. Honestly Yuya probably would have done something exceptionally stupid to get her back, but he's not going to say that. Instead he glances up to Strange with a little more assurance in his face. "Gongenzaka and I talked to her, and she agreed to go home and finish her contract when the carnival isn't so dangerous. So she's gone now, but she's safer."
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"I doubt she'll be happy that you're still here when the carnival is dangerous," Strange points out, with a wry little smile on his face. "Still, as you said, someone's got to protect Gongenzaka."
And Yuya's too good and too kind of a person to go back and wait it all out: Strange doubts he'll do that while people are still in danger.
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It's tempting, but he has to find his resolve to stay. "She understood, I think." Although she's probably expecting Gon to look after Yuya instead.
"I just hope things won't be like this for another year." He's not sure if they'd survive it.
Briefly, he deliberates putting his marshmallow over the fire before instead holding it over Strange's fire hair with a bit of a cheeky grin.
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"Hold it over my left hand where the scar is," Strange instructs, as he grabs a handful of marshmallows from the bag and shoves them in his mouth. Indeed, there's what looks like a nasty looking burn scar on the back of his left hand. Strange concentrates for a moment, activates his third eye, and then the scars on his hand, his forehead, and his right forearm light up with magical flame.
There we go. A bit of an easier way to roast a marshmallow that doesn't involve getting hair on it.
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He furrows his brow, pointing at the damaged hand with his marshmallow. "Did Ignatius do that? Steven said he was making you fight people."
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He pauses for a moment, debating what to say next. It's only a second or two before Strange settles on, "He didn't hurt me. Not like Nightshade did."
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Yuya knows he wouldn't have. He knows how afraid Strange was of hurting someone because of that. Rita didn't tell him the extent of the injuries, but he doesn't believe the truth will make it better.
Not being like Nightshade doesn't mean it didn't hurt at all.
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"Ignatius didn't enthrall me until it was closer to the end of my stay with him—I was able to talk with Steven, remember? He wasn't even planning to make me fight the others to begin with: he only ordered me to do so when Lambert used the Athenaeum's magic to summon me directly into the fray."
If it sounds like Strange is defending Ignatius, that's because he is. There's a hint of defensiveness in Strange's tone as he explains things and he matches Yuya's skeptical look with a small frown of his own.
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Yuya's expression remains pinched as his gaze drifts, like he's searching for something in Strange's response. "Do you remember in the Summerlands, when I asked about the Fae understanding us? You didn't really believe it then. Is Ignatius different?"
It's not an accusation. Yuya's curious. He wants to know if Strange saw the same thing in one of the Summer Court--even one that hurt them.
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It was just little things throughout their conversation that made Strange think so. The way Ignatius said he respected him. The way he followed the Courts but seemed so aggravated by them at the same time. The fact that he at least warned Strange before slipping his fingers into Strange's head and extracting information. There were so many little tells that seemed familiar, that reminded Strange of his friends in the army. He could easily picture himself with Ignatius in the peninsula, both of them complaining about the Portugese roads or plotting ways to obtain cannons, Strange taking his orders as he uses his magic to reshape entire forests.
Is this a dangerous train of thought about someone who did enthrall him? Possibly! Does Strange care? Not in the slightest.
"And he deserves better than whatever the hell Lambert and the rest forced him through."
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"I want to meet him." Yuya declares, because of course he does. "The Ringmaster didn't kill him... that means he's staying here, right? I want to talk to Ignatius and see what he's like."
He's gonna try and befriend the Fae.
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"You'll have to ask the Ringmaster first," he reminds Yuya. "And if you can meet him, I doubt it will happen for a while. He's been through a harrowing experience. Add in whatever the Ringmaster must have done to him to keep him from destroying the carnival, and I'm certain poor Ignatius is in recovery at the moment."
Strange has absolutely zero clue what the hell the Ringmaster must have done to Ignatius to keep him alive after apparently eating him. Likewise, he has no idea what the hell she would do to keep the literal Conflagration from destroying the carnival with a snap of his fingers. Whatever it is, it must have sucked tremendously: ergo, Strange is stepping back and letting the Ringmaster set any terms for the meet-up.
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