⇨ CAMPING GROUNDS

[ringleaders]

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.

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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[kingsroads]

"Well he isn't mine!" And then all of Strange's issues with regards to Ignatius start to come pouring out. At the same time, one of his fists sets itself on fire again.

"I can't see the only person in this damn carnival who actually respects me as an enemy!"

Lambert's going to punch him for this but fuck it. He's already asked the Ringmaster if he could see Ignatius at some point, might as well get all this over and dealt with before that happens.

[whattaprick]

“That’s it? That’s all it takes? He sets you on the rest of us and would kill us if he could and he’s not your enemy because he respects you?”

Lambert’s voice is thick with disbelief. He can’t believe this — wait, yes he can.

“Then maybe you should get out of the nightrunners, after all.”

[kingsroads]

It's a bit more than just that but as soon as Lambert opens his mouth, Strange knows it's futile to even try. Instead, he holds his ground, clenches his fists, and glares in Lambert's general direction.

"Of course you wouldn't understand," Strange mutters, almost under his breath. When he speaks again, it's at full voice as he continues to stare down Lambert. "I said I'd leave the nightrunners only if you hurt someone like that again. Until then, you're stuck with me."

[whattaprick]

“You’re the greatest magician in England, Strange,” Lambert says, plainly. “History will remember your name forever. You’ll have all the respect anyone could ask for. So no, I don’t understand. Just because we don’t think your shit is gold doesn’t mean you’re not getting respect here.”

Painfully, beckoning Butcher over so he can use him as support to get back to standing, Lambert uses the Mudbray to get back on his feet.

“You want to keep working under me? Fine, then here’s an order: you’re not going out on any more missions.”

[kingsroads]

But they're not in England, are they. And, thanks to his conversation with the Ringmaster, Strange has to acknowledge the fact that he might not ever see England again. Not that he's telling Lambert that, however, because the theme of the hour is 'not addressing the elephant in the room.'

"Not once have you acknowledged any of my decisions have a hint of merit. And on top of that, you lie to me for months!" Yeah, he hasn't forgotten about Childermass and he's still kind of mad about that. "What about that is respect?"

Strange doesn't say anything about Lambert's 'don't go on missions' order, mostly because he doesn't think it'll stick.

[whattaprick]

“What, am I supposed to tell you ‘good job’ after everything you do? Which decisions am I supposed to acknowledge, exactly?” Lambert asks testily.

“It’s not my fault you’re blind. If you stopped thinking about yourself and realized people have lives that don’t revolve around you for five seconds, maybe you would have realized it.”

[kingsroads]

"Or you could have simply told me." Because seriously dude, there were plenty of places and times to do so! Strange isn't buying Lambert's excuses at all.

"As for my first point, every idea I bring up or every action I take is immediately attacked as stupid or foolish. The mirror, Ignatius, contracts, and so forth. Hell, you even talked over my points about the Summer Maiden barely ten minutes ago!"

[whattaprick]

“Maybe I didn’t want to,” Lambert snaps back. “Maybe I liked having some privacy.”

“Those decisions were stupid and foolish. You’d think so yourself if anyone but you made them, wouldn’t you?” He waves a hand. “How long have you felt this way? Stewing and stewing about not getting the respect you think you’re owed? Pretty sure Yuya respects you. But I guess that doesn’t count compared to Ignatius calling you a good boy.”

[kingsroads]

"But you don't," said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Childermass doesn't. The Ringmaster—" Well. The Ringmaster might. A week ago, he would have said she didn't but she at least entertained the idea of Strange talking to Ignatius. The Ringmaster might respect him a little bit.

"It doesn't matter," Strange says, as he changes the subject. "You won't listen to me anyway."

[whattaprick]

“I would die for you, Strange. I almost did. Isn’t that enough?” Lambert isn’t going to comment on respect Childermass may or may not have for him, but he is turning away.

“I’m serious. You’re not going out as nightrunner anymore, and I’m telling the rest of the nightrunners the same.”

With that, he starts walking away.

[kingsroads]

"That shouldn't have happened in the first place!" Strange yells at Lambert's retreating back. Strange, at least, is interpreting 'almost died' as 'Strange almost asphyxiating Lambert.' He doesn't want the conversation to end, not like this, so he scrambles up from the ground and keeps yelling.

"You should have killed me the moment I stepped in that arena." His voice falters a bit as Strange starts to follow Lambert to wherever he's going, knowing full well that all Lambert has to do is get on his stupid horse and he'd leave Strange in the dust.

[whattaprick]

Luckily for Strange, Lambert is too busted to get on his horse, so they’re just going to keep gimping along like this, the witcher stubbornly walking with one hand on the Mudbray’s neck and the other on his side. He isn’t really heading in any particular direction, just away.

“So killing people isn’t the answer until it is?” he snarls back. The argument is wearying, and even after a week of rest and recuperation, it’s leaving him dizzy, pulse pounding in his ears while his chest aches. “Convenient.”

[kingsroads]

Strange just had a week-long egg recovery session, is fueled by spite, and is too stupid to give up. He is not going to leave Lambert alone. And so, he follows Lambert and just keeps on talking, despite the fact that this conversation is practically unsalvageable as is.

"Stop being difficult. You know there's a difference between killing me and killing a High Fae. Besides, you wouldn't have tortured me."

[whattaprick]

“Yes. The difference is I know you,” Lambert says flatly. “And I’m regretting not torturing you right now.”

[kingsroads]

"The difference is if you murdered me, you wouldn't have the entirety of the Summer Court out for your blood," Strange clarifies, like Lambert's too stupid to know what the difference is. "It may come as a surprise to you, but some of us actually like you alive."

Though, not really at the moment. Strange still wants to wring Lambert's neck right now.

[whattaprick]

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your expectations of being a sword for you to stab yourself on,” Lambert answers, sarcasm heavy. “I know that’s dreadfully inconvenient.”

[kingsroads]

"I trusted you," Strange points out, "because you're the one who said you could do it. I wouldn't have gone with Ignatius in the first place if I knew you wouldn't be able to kill me."

He wouldn't have gone with Ignatius in the first place if he knew the torture would be survivable by most of the carnival, but that piece of insight still makes Strange feel like garbage, so he's keeping it to himself.

[whattaprick]

“Strange,” Lambert says, turning to shoot him a look, brows furrowed in disgust and fangs bared.

“You couldn’t even kill me yourself, and I promised you that before I knew what it felt like to die.”

[kingsroads]

Yeah, Strange isn't as certain about that as Lambert is. And he just feels really shitty about this admission, to the point where he's jamming his hands in his pockets and not making eye contact with Lambert in the slightest.

"I killed Susan during the Hunt and, had the Ringmaster allowed it, would have tried to kill Nightshade during Wismuth—and those were before Ignatius put me through his training. Had Zangetsu waited a few more seconds, I might have killed you."

[whattaprick]

“I’m talking about the Hunt,” Lambert snaps back. “Jasper had to chase me down, half-choke, half-drown me before she broke my neck. It should have been you or Childermass, who was out there with his dog and let me nearly shove him off the cliff like a moron, but it wasn’t and you know what? It wasn’t great.”

Cue gimping away faster.

“Since it’s my fault anyway, maybe I’ll give myself up when the Summer Court comes for Ignatius, see how you do then!”

[kingsroads]

Cue running to catch up with Lambert and his gimpy leg.

"You were transfigured!" Strange reminds Lambert, like he's an absolute moron. "How the hell was I supposed to know which one was you in the first place? Susan even looked like a tiny dragon. For all I knew at the time, that was you."

[whattaprick]

“Ask Peridot and Childermass, since they figured it out easy enough,” Lambert snarls. “And stop following me already!”

[kingsroads]

"Like hell!" Strange points out, as he keeps on following Lambert. "I'm not finished yelling at you!"

Though what is he going to yell at Lambert about now? Strange pauses, bites his lip, goes back over Lambert's words...and oh. Half-choke, half-drown. Might not be able to breathe if that's the case.

Well this is obviously Lambert's fault for not telling him how he died in the first place! How was Strange supposed to know that?

"If it helps, I didn't know how you died in the Hunt when I tried to kill you. I thought I was being efficient, not cruel."

[whattaprick]

“What, so Ignatius also requires his servants to be humane when they put people down?” Lambert asks stonily. “Or did you have just enough control of yourself to choose how you wanted me to die?”

So no, Strange, that’s a big fat no, it doesn’t help.

[kingsroads]

"Ignatius requires his soldiers to be battle ready. If I killed you faster, you'd have less chance to kill me," Strange explains, as if it's the most matter of fact thing. He hates himself as he explains this but it is what it is.

"The glyph was there to prevent me from turning into smoke—I'd probably have killed you that way if I had the chance. You're more durable than most but you still need to breathe. You had my hands, which prevented most of my spells, but that one can be cast with just my mouth. And unlike attacking you with fire or earth, there was less of a chance that the spell would affect me instead. It's tactics, Lambert. I gave you a book on this."

And Strange got forced though hell until he managed to figure out how best to apply those tactics to his own magic.