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ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2018-07-08 06:50 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- #ignatius,
- 9s,
- @eden,
- alphys,
- amethyst,
- carly nagisa,
- commander syrlya,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
- herbert west,
- hinawa,
- jasper,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- kirigakure shura,
- lambert,
- lapis lazuli,
- lauren,
- papyrus,
- peridot,
- reira akaba,
- renzo shima,
- rhys,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
- shiemi moriyama,
- sollux captor,
- son goku,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- tanyuu karibusa,
- tyki mikk,
- yugo,
- yūya sakaki,
- zangetsu
⇨ EDEN
Who: Everyone!
When: Day 79 - Day 85
Where: Eden
What: Everyone arrives in Eden with their new animals forms - unfortunately, the welcoming party is a bit more intense than expected, with a ritual called 'The Anointment.' Better get this place figured out before anything gets any crazier.
Warnings: Hopefully no ritual sacrifice!
When: Day 79 - Day 85
Where: Eden
What: Everyone arrives in Eden with their new animals forms - unfortunately, the welcoming party is a bit more intense than expected, with a ritual called 'The Anointment.' Better get this place figured out before anything gets any crazier.
Warnings: Hopefully no ritual sacrifice!
FLAME OF INSPIRATION↴ So it begins. After everyone has been given their new animal form and have had about an hour to readjust to it, the Ringmaster begins the infiltration. You don't see a lot of the specifics of the magic - all you know is that Pru's sword, the Hand of God, is somehow involved. It alone can tear through the wardings of Eden's realm, and once that entrance is made, the teleportation is instant. Everyone will find themselves in an open grassland overlooking a dense forest, with buildings and lights poking up out of the leaves. Behind you, there is a darker place - the barrens, the Ringmaster has explained. It's were the Outcasts are sent after they're banished. You are scattered across the area as if you've been dropped in with nothing. You've been given specific instructions - act as if you have no memory besides the vague life of being an animal. None of you know each other. You don't know how you got here, you've just been suddenly found yourself enlightened. Hopefully feigning ignorance will be what the residents are expecting, as what information the Ringmaster could find suggests it should be. Before the beasts of Eden come to claim you, you'll see the Ringmaster once last time, in the form of a giant serpent. With a nod of her head, she slithers away towards the barrens - she'll be in touch. ► THE WELCOMING: It's not long until you're discovered. The first to find you is a pigeon, who seems rather surprised. She'll ask the first few new arrivals she sees a couple questions - 'did you just get here?' 'did you meet the great Lilith?' Regardless of your answers, she'll hurriedly say she's going to go get help, and will fly away back into the forest. A short while later, an entire welcoming party of different animals will have come to greet you, sweeping out to find every straggler and explaining that you are the newest of the chosen. After they are sure that nobody is being left behind, they will invite you into Eden. ► THE GARDEN: Eden is a beautiful place. Every street, every structure, is surrounded by flowers and vibrant plant life - every bit as idyllic as its mythos would imply. The architecture is ambitious and creative, as if the residents have been perfecting the art for thousands of years, which they almost certainly have. There is the sweet smell of perfumes and incense on the other animals are you are led into the city. This is your home now, the locals will explain. You have been chosen by the Creator to serve Her cause. You will become one of the Honorable, one of Her artisans working towards the Divine Clarity. But first, of course, you must be sanctified. ► THE ANOINTMENT: On that first night, everyone is brought to a vast cathedral, covered in unknowable writings in a shining script. You are brought in through several gorgeous hallways lit with shining crystals and blue flame torches, only to emerge in a great hall built around a circular, sparkling pool of water. There are several braziers around its circumference blazing with fire, with sets of tools hanging out of them, like iron pokers. All of the new arrivals are gathered into the grand hall, and scriptures are read in the background that you can't really make out the specifics of. You will all be made to stand around the outside of the pool, and the local animals will gently explain to you what needs to be done. To become a new Honorable, you must be Anointed with the Flame of Inspiration - that is, they are going to brand you with the metal pokers they have heating up. If you go along with it, they will burn the mark into a highly visible part of your person (they have smaller brands for smaller animals), and then cool it off in the pool of water, where you are encouraged to bask until you are comfortable again. There are obviously a couple concerns with this. The biggest one is that it's sketchy as hell. The second one is that the brand is definitely made of medium grade iron. While the painful difference it makes won't be super obvious from the outside, long-term veterans and those with superlative fae qualities will find it very uncomfortable, and it will blister for a fair while afterward, which is seen as unusual. If your character refuses, or tries to get around it somehow, please explain in reply to the post down below. ► THE DAYS AFTER: After everyone is branded (or isn't, as the case may be), you'll be given the opportunity to dry off and head back into town. All of the fancy structures here are communal, they will explain, and you can choose wherever you'd like to sleep. There are a few buildings that are mostly empty that newbies seem welcome to hole up in, though the locals assure everyone they will be nearby in case they need help. In the days that follow, everyone will be welcome to explore Eden and find their bearings, and begin to discover what gifts the Anointment has bestowed on them. Whether or not you were good at a creative pursuit before, you will find yourself filled with inspiration for something - any artistic talent will do. It's like a creative talent will have been born in you overnight, or like an existing talent of yours has been boosted to near perfection. This effect will last as long as the characters are in Eden unless you are told otherwise. You won't feel the need to eat, but there is breakfast available, if you'd like it. The locals are very courteous, though they seem a bit confused. Something about your entry seems to strike them as different than usual. |
⇨ INVESTIGATION THREADS
DON'T BE VAGUE. If you are having your character investigate something, you must explain what your character is specifically doing to find out information. Don't just say "I investigate the Twelve." You have to be more specific, by saying what your character is doing, such as "My character is going to ask the Honorables that brought everyone in who the Twelve are." The more specific you are, the better info you will get in return.
You can also confront NPCs by this method, and you'll get summary posts in return explaining how the situation will unfold based on your actions. Investigation is important for this plot! Various boons and advantages will be given out for characters who make a difference.
Please restrict all investigation actions to one or two actions at a time. Please don't give me a laundry list of the five different things your character is doing, because it makes everything too time-consuming to get through. Stick to one main thing your character is looking into per tag.
DID YOU FUCK UP THE ANOINTMENT? (Day 79)
IGNATIUS
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GONGENZAKA
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STEVEN
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⇨ BOOKS
He's going to be doing this by asking the other animals how he can learn more about the buildings and just about Eden in general. If this seems to put people off he will try to explain it away as him just being amazed about this super amazing place and wanting to know more so he can better please the Creator! If people still seem kind of weirded out by his questions he will stop asking around so as not to draw attention to himself.
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⇨ CHURCH
He's also interested in the shiny writing on the walls, he'll try to memorize the shape of it if he can or look for repeating characters or repeating sets of characters. He will waste about a half hour on this. I'm assuming he won't gain anything from it, but it felt important to note just in case.
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THE BRANDING HONORABLES
As it is, after stiffly and quietly taking a brand right over her back- the easiest visibility point when you're a 2 inches long bat-pup with land capabilities- she'll politely turn to thank the Honorable handling her, for being so quick and so careful! (Honestly Reiras possibly one of the fortunate grabs for branders, with some of these reactions) Though she does visibly appear to be trying not to sniffle.
Reira also shyly asks 'What now', claiming that she's a little lonely and afraid to be More Alone right now. (Which the Honorable could interpret however, given Reira can't really make it clear that she likes Her Bunch)
Ofc dw ate the key bitWhile talking to them, Reira will be trying to see if the Honorable has any sort of brand themself. If they don't, she will claim that doing it was much easier since she 'knew' that obviously, everyone else has done this too, right..?. (If it is there, she will instead note if it looks any different, and ask if it hurt that much for them too)(no subject)
⇨Society
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⇨ NAMING CEREMONY (Day 81)
Divine Clarity
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after the naming ceremony!
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⇨ Stone for All
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CLOSED TO STRANGE: IGNATIUS RETURNS (Late Day 81)
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DAY 80/82
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Day 85
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⇨ MISSING POSTERS HUNG (Day 83)
the morning after his scan, g od
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Re: ⇨ MISSING POSTERS HUNG (Day 83)
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Re: ⇨ INVESTIGATION THREADS
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(Potential) BARRENS FIELD TRIP
GUARD PATROLS
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UMAB'S DELIVERY SERVICE INTERRUPTION (Day 85)
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early evening D85
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Day 85-86
you rolled a 20 grats
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⇨ MISSING POSTERS HUNG (Day 85)
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Day 85, Morning
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Healer's Temple (Day 85)
Scout | OTA
When Scout clops into the pool, her horse-equivalent mass displaces quite a volume of water. The tension around her eyes eases, her huge pinned-back ears start to swivel again, and she sighs as she puts some of her attention into mitigating some of the damage of that damned brand. She'd have loved to curse and kick, would in fact still quite like to swear loudly, but what good have six years of self-inflicted lightsaber burns been if she can't control her own reaction to pain?
She turns her head, regards whoever's next to her out of one big dark eye. Scout knows not to use names and anyway she doesn't recognize anyone like this, knows not to let on that she has some small skill in healing, but she thinks she could numb someone's pain if they were touching. "Hi."
AFTER:
Shamu. Here, she's Shamu. Scout reminds herself that most people here won't have come in used to having a name and there's probably some general confusion about that at the start. This is not her first time undercover with a false identity, anyway; at least she doesn't have to pretend to be in a close family unit with anyone.
"We came in together, right? What did... what are you called?" she asks someone after a couple days, her tone uncharacteristically shy.
After
Scout's someone he's not worried about messing this up. If she's uncharacteristic, he doesn't react, because they're all a lot different than who they really are.
"Shamsi. What about yourself?"
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Tyki Mikk | OTA
Since Tyki was already use to walking on four legs, it didn't take him long to adjust to walking in the body of a timber wolf. He had spent most of the hour they were given teaching himself how to decently howl along with picking up objects without the use of his non-existent hands.
Eden was beautiful but then he had always pictured it that way. Still, nothing could vastly describe it in detail and he had to admit if this was his home for a while it wasn't all that bad in appearance. Yet Tyki, being a conman himself, couldn't quite play into the welcoming gestures and guiding animals. He was ready for something to happen especially since a lot of information he himself would've wanted, schedules or floor plans for starters, on a missions like this was vastly missing. It was never this easy. There was always a catch to paradise. It's why the cathedral doesn't surprise him, the tools hanging on the wall are given little to no care, nor does he startle at the way the air feels ominous when explained what needs to be done. He takes a quick look around for any other animal with brand marks and then down towards the pool of water like a lost wolf unsure about everything.
It's why he plays along, banking on the fact that this is new to a freshly enlightened animal. If no one else steps forward, Tyki will towards the animals beckoning him to be branded. Either way, he's one of the first, if not the first, with clear determination to join them. He offers his flank, high upon his left hip. The brand is hot, scalding and painful but Tyki's ears shift back at best for any reaction of pain and his claws extend momentarily with a scrape along the ground. It's nothing like the sting of Innocence nor is he going to show any aversion to pain in general other than an instinctual growl. He's use to it from years of brutal battle in his own god forsaken war. Even when slinking into the water to soothe the pain he is silent, showing clear pleasure and relaxation at the water easing the burn. Otherwise he doesn't really talk nor speak to anyone except to nod in someone's direction in greeting should they pay him any attention.
[Communal Housing - After the Anointment]
For a little while Tyki will keep to himself, listen to instructions, and will follow along with the general crowd. The only time he pipes up or offers any specific greeting will be if he spies other wolves around. He's working on instinct, a need to integrate like he would do so with humans of his own world, and will excuse himself when necessary. He's eager to learn, follow along, and be part of the social society that this place has to offer. Tyki hardly seems to pay attention to anyone of the carnival but that doesn't mean he isn't watching or looking their way.
Wolves are social animals and Tyki is no exception. Eventually he'll make his way into the communal housing and find somewhere to claim as his own, for now at least while he's not part of any social group. He enjoys comfort, pillows and lavish things, but he's careful to watch any locals for their usual signs of resting and any comforts they might provide or have. To anyone that seems in distress over their wound from their branding or needs to be comforted, Tyki might absently make his way over to sit near them with a casual lick at his own branding just to soothe it when things quiet down.
Those in distress will get an "Are you alright?" with a tone from one stranger showing concern for another in a similar circumstance. To someone of interest he might simply greet them with a "Oh, hello. Is this spot taken?" He's not overly polite as usual and he's regarding them with some offhanded curiosity than anything else.
If not alone, Tyki will wait to be talked to before addressing anyone else like he was tired and minding his own business. And to anyone, that Tyki particularly likes, that passed out or was in great pain during the branding he might be simply laying nearby until they awaken themselves as if he was just there. He's kind of a creeper like that. It happens.
[Exploration]
His first stop was usually a bar or a restaurant in order to gain information but with the lack of need to eat or drink, he found that area lacking. It's why Tyki will simply take to the streets, getting use to his surroundings and animals within it. He's watching groups as they pass, picking out the weaker species and noting where some go in and out of buildings in order to access them himself. At least this time he's not sticking his nose where it doesn't belong so he doesn't accidentally end up where he doesn't want to be.
He'll stop to casually ask an animal a question, get directions to somewhere new in order to talk to someone, and will nod along with sage and wise advice even if he'll never use it.
He's still himself, at least for now, and he looks awfully shady at times the way he ducks into alley ways and watches others from the shadows. Tyki only revealed himself as a wolf to a few people, those he trusts, before they left the carnival. Yet it doesn't stop him from popping around a corner at the last minute to catch someone off guard if he recognizes a voice or an animal he came in with.
He doesn't apologize, not as he is now, nor helps them up should he have knocked them over unless they are canine in nature, "Oh, hello, I didn't see you there." His head tilts and he'll lean forward to inspect them, "Hmm, didn't I come in with you recently?"
[Wildcard]
More prompts may be added later. Feel free to tag in with your own should you want to. Or hit me up on plurk or discord. I'm always up for anything. Tyki can be found just about anywhere given he's a wanderer.
exploration
He's humming a song to himself as he practices. Unfortunately, birds are really awkward dancers on land and Strange isn't sure enough in his flying ability to practice some aerial maneuvers. He doesn't even notice himself when he smacks into Tyki...but he does recognize that voice.
"Oh!" Strange exclaims, as he gets to his feet and flies over to Tyki to try and perch on his back. "I've been looking for you!"
Because scatter-brained Strange straight up forgot to tell Tyki something interesting before the carnival left for Eden.
sorry work ate me again
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► ADDED PROMPT : Talent
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REIRA AKABA | OTA
The Honorable who handles her branding is gentle. Initially they fuss a bit over just where to brand. It's clear to them that the new Honorable about to be granted the 'Fires of Inspriation' is young at heart, younger than typical, and that sort of thing never goes well with pain. She's watched many of the others receive their marks- through grit teeth, through screams, through cries, all of it the stuff of bad dreams and small nightmares certainly.
But Reira hobbles- her wings more like crutches, her legs not wanting to move any proper direction- straight for the pool, right for the spot in front of the Honorable, and gets ready. It's clear to them that the brand can't go on the wings- they fold up too greatly while on the ground, and no one would ever see. Perhaps the ears, but that would be especially small and-
And politely the Honorable decides to ask just where would be alright from a small list of choices, perhaps taking in a deep and long breath when the answer is 'back'.
The brand is applied, and Reira doesn't even flinch. It isn't until the iron is removed, and the girl is looking back to the Honorable to look them over- spotting a similar mark upon themselves, much to their relief- that she even allows herself to sniffle, asking about where they go now, and if it always hurt.
Anyone watching is probably wondering if the Honorable is going to just melt or disolve into little tears, the way they gently handle the tiny bat and console them before helping them into the pool to recover.
'We'll help you out once you're cooled down, so that you can find your way to the communal homes, alright?' they assure her, and for the time being Reira is to simply cling to the edge of the pool with her odd thumbs while her back soaks.
It's hard for her to see, from here. She peeks out and about at everyone else, speaking only when someone is near.
"...mnh...a..." It's hard to ask things you know the answer to, but... "...are you ok..."
[LATE EVENING 79 | In the Communal Dwellings]
In the housing building she's at, darkness has only begun to settle in. It is unnerving, to see so much, so different, right now. She is tiny, and small, and even things the size of cats are enormous in her eyes- let alone such beings as wolves, or bears, and beyond.
But Reira sniffs, and fumbles in the darkness, nested in some fabrics and things and peering about the area with wide eyes. "H'llo..?" She doesn't 'know' anyone here. Not technically, and perhaps even not really- she doesn't know who else went into this building after all, and she can't see.
But she swears her voice returns to her, practically painting a picture of what is where in the room. "..Who's there..?" she manages eventually, her squeaking still ringing in her ears.
[DAY 80 | Learning to Bat]
In the morning, breakfast is a welcome distraction. Indeed, food doesn't seem to be a huge deal here- she's not hungry, not at all- but the taste is a good distraction, and her teeth shear into a grape almost as large as her head with ease.
Unfortunately she cannot walk and eat, so she's long since finished the fruit by the time she makes her way outward.
Walking is a pain. Eventually it looks a bit like someone trying to hop with crutches- arms forward, propelling the rest of her along, her legs barely moving while on and off the ground. But walking can't be the only thing she does. She knows it can't be, and yet for all that she's sure the others have some vauge idea of how to be animals, she doesn't know how to fly AT ALL.
If she'd given that more thought, it'd make sense. She's far too young to be doing anything other than clinging to a mother bat if in the wild. But this isn't the wild, and the late morning of Day 80 Reira can be seen slowly trying to climb up some taller-than-she surface in some vain attempt to try and launch off to learn flight.
"Mngh...nghh... U-umn..!" With trouble, comes asking for help. "Um...can you get me up to the next branch..?" Reira calls out, her voice just as squeaky as one would expect of her size.
[DAY 81 | Names & Art]
"Phannnnu...Phaaaanu...Phhhhhanu..." Reira repeats her new name a few times to try and get it to sound right on her tongue, hopping each step of the way in the same manner she has for the last little bit with her wings. It's a more extreme hop this time however- as she cannot simply vault and swing her legs forward, what with them clutching a few scrap materials tightly with her feet.
Reira moves with dedication- perhaps even mild obsession? It would be rather early to call it that, but she's gathering for herself a significant pile of 'junk', beside which she's gotten some kindly Honorable to leave a card that reads: 'Phanu's Materials'.
If that is to be her name, she must grow as used to it as she has Reira. And surely, that can't be hard. As it is, she adds her scrap to the pile, before slowly disecting the junk to try and stack it in various ways. Even with how miniscule each part is, it appears the task is quite difficult. Two inches doesn't lend much to creating eye-catching pieces, and she needs to make up for that as best she can.
Somehow.
So whether it's the humming mutterings of her own 'name', or even the curious...state of her pile, a pile whose shadow she keeps glancing at, don't mind her, please.
Or maybe do, and ask how long she's been out here.
[WILDCARD | Got another idea? Hit me up with whatever you got!]
lern 2 bat
Thankfully, he is new here, and they don't know him, which means it doesn't seem immediately out of character when Herbert stops by the bat he's aware is Reira, asking for help.
"What are you trying to do?"
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I just noticed that gif-bird is holding something in their beak....cute...
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LATE EVENING 79
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childermass aka pravu aka hey look at that dog, ota
Much to the horror of the Honorables, Childermass passes out at the very end of his branding (which ends up being on his left shoulder in his dog form, burning away black fur and blistering angrily under the iron). It's less a surprise to Childermass himself, knowing full well this would go poorly for him and yet he managed to hold still, stoic until the very end when they had to fish a fainted borzoi out of the water.
He isn't out cold for terribly long, however, waking up to the pain is entirely regrettable. It doesn't kill him like it did the full-blooded-fae-turned-skink in their midst, but it leaves his limbs feeling heavy, his movements sluggish, as if ill, and it's all he can do to stagger his way to the nearest building of the town and pass out again, only this time on purpose, to sleep.
There are times when he will be awake, if indifferent to actually getting up and doing anything. Since he's picked a previously empty building left open for the new arrivals, chances are high he's not in there alone and he'll end up watching the other "animals" from the carnival, eyes open and tracking them but head still resting on his forepaws.
shadow arts (ninjas not included); after day 80
He does recover, however, just in time for inspiration to strike. Childermass finds this annoying because he has better things to do and yet here we are. Seeing how it's expected in this society, he will at least give it a try, to see what he can manage with his shadow constructs, and as it turns out, he can manage... quite a bit. Funny how once you get started, it's hard to stop.
In this case, he's figured out how to use the shadows like ink or paint. Rather than sculptures of shadow, which he could easily do if he wanted, he's flattened the constructions out a blank wall. Where doesn't matter, just that it's blank and won't be hit full on by the sun for a few hours yet. He's up on his hind legs, forepaws braced against the wall, dragging shadows into place as if drawing on a grander scale. What he can reach, he sketches out himself, filling the rest out by will alone, lines spreading out and settling into place like little dark vines.
Feel free to stop by and try to figure out what the heck he's even making this time or, even better, ask why he's wasting his time at all. He's a supervisor. Doesn't he have better things to be doing?
shadow arts!
So, while Childermass is in the middle of working, a little raccoon shows up to watch him work. She has to admit, his talent is certainly fascinating, and she gets caught up in observing for a few minutes before she can bring herself to interrupt.
"You're sure getting right into things," Peridot observes blandly.
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sick as a dog >> through to naming >> whenever we want
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Goku | OTA
"Man, I wonder what's wrong with all of them? That really didn't hurt at all." Goku had just gotten done being branded on the back, his teeny-tiny Golden-Mantled Tamarin form making it look large. Having to hide most of his insane strength, that odd durability of his was probably the easiest not to hide.
Of course, that meant that he was the only guy not freaking out over getting branded, with him just being annoyed with the odd feeling on his back.
B) After Day 80
There's one thing that Goku can't stand right now is being able to just really chow down. Oh, sure, he can eat here and there, but he can't eat restaurants out of their stocks. On the other hand, Goku's suddenly had his simplistic cooking turned on its head and he's a master cook, making amazing meals.
"H-Hey, guys! Need something to eat? Help yourself..." he said, grinning sheepishly. He suddenly whispered "Please hurry or I'm going to eat it all. Not being able to enjoy this is really getting to me!"
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She flips one huge okapi ear forwards and the other back, feigning nonchalance reasonably well. Scout's voice is quiet, she's decided that her persona for this effort is shy. "Low pain tolerance? Or no, it's the anticipation. It makes it worse."
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CARLY | OTA
The days leading up to the Naming Ceremony pass in a wild blur for Carly- not the least thanks to the pounding headache she had for a brief time after her branding. Whether she passed out or not the time feels like nothing but darkness and blissful sleep, though she has vague memory of something wet along the back of her head.
...Probably someone's tongue. This is animal country after all.
Regardless- with the name given, she can finally introduce 'herself' to people, and introduce she does- the serpent slides both through the ground and along pillars or trees, launching off of various higher ledges to make her way across the garden. She searches for numerous things- work space for starters, she won't be getting anywhere otherwise. Some sort of sewing machine she can use, other tools of the trade...
She certainly won't need shears, and while she'd be pleased to demonstrate no one particularly seems interested in that...yet, she tells herself with a shakey grin.
Yet. "Oooooh...where do I BEGIN..." she mutters frantically, unsure of what to even choose first. She has her supplies, her machine...she just needs someone who'll be good for fitting so-
She jumps, spotting one of her fellow 'undercover' companions- making with the idea of a brand new meeting, she springs into action instantly. "Yoooo-hooo~!" she calls, stretching out to greet them. "Woulllld you like to help a brand new snake with her first few designs~? It'll be worth it..~~" You'll look faaaaaaaaaaaaabulouuuuuus~
[DANCE THE FIRESNAKE'S DANCE | DAY 82]
Carly is making a name for herself as fast as she can. Whether it's effective or not is certainly a good question- but she's doing her best, and more importantly enjoying it. She's just full of life at the moment! And while more than one are certainly assuming she'll burn out eventually she...just doesn't.
She won't.
It's the magic of not having to eat a darn thing to keep herself going. "WhhHOOO~!" she shouts, half-leaping into the air as she traces a design in flames. With a jab, it strikes a hanging sheet of fabric to cut it exactly so, without a single hair out of place. These are techniques she mastered- techniques she's been using a while, and sure it's odd not to do it with hands but right now?
She's having the time of her life and she really can't be bothered to think about how tricky it is when she has no limbs. The sewing machine is operated with a combination of resting her tail at the end of the pedal, using a loop of her body to hold the fabric, and then her head to push it through- sewing needles are simply pulled in and out with her mouth- it takes slightly longer for each thing but...
There's the flashing of flames, and the waving of cloth, and all in all even without her usual luminescence, the entire work-space seems filled with light. "Hhho-hhoooh~!! Ah-"
It still is, even when she pauses. "Yes?"
Was there something else she was supposed to do-
[THE WORKER'S SIGNATURE | EVENING 82]
"HMmmmm..." Back in the sleeping area she's secured with most of the others, Carly appears to have a number of small fabric squares, as well as some papers, a pen, and some thread. The papers have various little designs-some with a simple, albeit flourishing 'S', others with a full 'SABATHI'...
"...I need to have some kind of signature..." Care to bug the snake?
[WILDCARD | Got something else in mind? Just let me know, and we can plot something!]
Day 81
"Oh yeah?"
Yep nothing to see here, just a fellow newbie Honorable who would of course have no reservations about snakes.
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82, please don't burn the place down carly
SHE HAS THIS OK
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"What the hell is your problem?" she hisses, trying to keep her voice down. "If we'd let them call security on us, it would've all been over!"
Her stare drifts over to the entrance to the healing temple, then back to Strange. "And why is he even here in the first place!?" Considering he talked to Ignatius not too long ago, and seeing how the Ringmaster put him in charge of watching him, Rita's got a strong suspicion that Strange knew about this ahead of time.
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He does not have this but he's trying his hardest anyway. When Strange speaks, he can't even hide the nervousness in his voice.
"He's here because of me," Strange mumbles, trying to catch another glimpse at the healing temple, as if that will somehow tell him just how Ignatius is doing. "It's my fault he's in there."
And, very awkwardly, Strange attempts to take flight. He's not the best at being a bird and he's still trying not to freak the hell out, so it's pretty easy for either Rita or Herbert to swat him back to the ground.
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GONGENZAKA | OTA
It seems for him, inspiration hasn't quite...struck. Or perhaps he's simply too dedicated to their mission at the moment. He still remembers seeing the hazy figure of what he can best assume was some sort of stingray- he doesn't know their name, but he might ask later about that. Later, when he's feeling a little more comfortable in this body as a whole. It's absolutely bizarre- no bones, not unless he counts his hidden beak, and while in Wismuth when he was small it was strange to be near people now he's utterly dwarfed by numerous others.
He also has quite the reliance on water...though it fortunately isn't a 24/7 deal, or this would be a hassle indeed.
Gongenzaka focuses on mastering something he's been naturally gifted with however, in taking this form. Disguise. The octopus can change its colour and even texture to blend in with most (natural, simple) surfaces...so why not put it to the test?
Maybe you can't see him. But you might just smell him...or perhaps, it's simply too late when a tiny tentacle reaches out, taps, and-
"Hn! So you, as well, have a 'name' now...yes?"
Oh, Hi,
[NORI, DELICIOUS NORI, | DAY 82]
Inspiration finally strikes at the early hours of the morning, refusing to abate as Gongenzaka blearily opens his odd eyes. It is strange enough adjusting to the idea of sleeping under the water again- certainly he's done it before in Atlantis, but still- but adjusting to simply not having proper arms, among other things is...
Well, he doesn't think of it much. As far as everyone else in the water is concerned, he's a rather quiet sort, and will probably remain a quiet sort, for fear of slipping and spilling his name. But now with inspiration in place, he knows what 'must' be done.
Gongenzaka first gathers numerous strands of what appear to be seagrasses and kelp- taking to the surface with them, and laying them flat upon a stone to dry. He leaves them like that- disappearing into the water while he waits, waiting for them to simply wither up just enough to-
"HM!" If one attempts to touch them, he rises from the waters from seemingly nowhere with a shout. "Do not..! I, th-"
Cough. Cough.
"...I harvested these for my own designs..!" Git yer own seaweed-!!
[A QUIET MOMENT | AFTERNOON DAY 82]
When the seaplants have reached a particular dryness, he's ready to work with them. Gongenzaka takes his haul away from the water however- and can in fact, for much of the afternoon, be found in the Library. With all his tentacles at work, he sets to simple braiding techniques. Little charms, much like those that he knit for his friends during the Solstice. Mastering a weave with as many arms as he now has is tricky...
But he finds it easy to settle into work. Especially with those around him- it is peaceful, to simply listen to the sounds of pen on paper, and even the quiet mutterings of animals who happen to be at work with their stories aloud. He could almost fall asleep...
"AUH-!" Except no, no he shouldn't, and he turns to whoever was walking past. "NH- Di- Did you need something!?"
You may have surprised him.
[WILDCARD | Got other ideas in mind? Just let me know, we can work something out!]
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So he's got his nose low to the ground, sniffing, and it leads him right to Gongenzaka's seaweed. It's just when he's pressing his nose to one that Gon speaks up and he jerks his head up and recoils back a little. "Ah, sorry--!"
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a bird on the verge of a panic attack (it's Strange) | ota
Strange has so much explaining to do. Because there's no hiding the fact that Ignatius is here as well and that Strange very publicly freaked out a little when Ignatius almost died and that he doesn't really know how many people know he's supposed to be watching over Ignatius to begin with.
But in Strange's mind, if anyone wants to come fuss at him, then they can find him themselves. He's going to try to keep his mind off of things and calm his nerves (because hoo boy is he tense and wound up right now) by pretending to be a typical bird and building himself a nest. Strange is flying around the various communal dwellings and outside of said dwellings, picking up anything remotely stick-like. And in the rafters of one of the dwellings, he's making himself a half-assed nest.
day 80, all over
It has been barely over a day and Strange wants to go home. He lost Ignatius. Yes, technically Ignatius left of his own free will and there wasn't anything Strange could do about it considering that nobody expected the metal branding, they're supposed to blend in and keep a low profile, and he was most likely going to be kicked out of the healing tent, but he lost Ignatius. And it's not like he can scry for him because they don't have fucking names yet! How the hell is he going to explain that?! Strange isn't a good liar, he knows he's not a good liar, why is he in stupid aquisitions and on this stupid mission to begin with?
Worst of all is the crushing feeling that he let the Ringmaster down somehow and the even more crushing feeling that because of this, no one's going to trust him with anything again. So, Strange has taken it upon himself to go try and find Ignatius. There's a raven flying all through Eden, methodically scanning the streets and looking around the area. Occasionally, Strange lands and chats with some of the other residents, asking them about the situation, because subtlety be damned, he really needs to find this skink.
Strange is frantically trying to suppress his panic attack and train his will to make it look like he's got everything under control when he really, really doesn't. Add in the fact that he's not all that good at bird to begin with on top of being a distracted flier and it's a disastrous combination that means Strange occasionally has some problems flying.
So surprise, random carnival member. You've got a distraught looking raven hurtling right towards your face.
DAY 80...
How far a 'good bit' can go however, depends on how well Strange can continue hurtling along when a number of hastily raised tentacles are abruptly tangling around the raven for dear life. "HH-HHAAUUUH..!!" Gongenzaka isn't enjoying the fact that he's been tackled, suffice to say.
"Wh-Who- ...What is the meaning of this..!?" Now, 'who' will be...rather tricky given they've yet to have names, so best make sure no one's listening but...
Well, that's hardly the important thing to focus on. It's probably best to focus on getting the octopus off.
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Yuya | OTA
It sucks. Yuya's somewhere in the middle of actually getting branded, but it still doesn't prepare him for the actual pain he goes through. Not being quite as fae doesn't change that he's still having hot metal seared to his skin, and he screams and only tolerates it long enough for the brand to stick before he's tripping over himself into the water to try and cool it off.
He ends up sitting beside Gongenzaka until they're recovered enough to move, and that's when Yuya tries to make at least enough steps to find other members of the carnival. He hasn't forgotten they need to blend in, but surely all new Honorables have some expectation to be friendly with each other, right?
And he's worried for everyone, because that was really awful.
[Talented | Day 82-85]
After acclimating himself with questions to the other honorables and determining there's no good way to lead into the mirror, Yuya sets to using the wealth of time he has to work on his craft: tea making. He has never actually made tea beyond store-bought blends, so it's a little off-setting to be suddenly filled with inspiration for something he has no practical experience in.
But after talking to Kerubi, he's going to give it his all. For all the visual beauty of Eden, there's at least one thing he can think of, and that's flowering teas. He's nothing if not dedicated when he sets his mind, so when he has suitable supply he sets himself up at a bench and gets to work making satchels. He's not exactly planning, so much as nudging blends together and sniffing them before combining them with flowers in tight cloth balls. The first few end up misshapen and crushed with the lack of opposable thumbs, but he figures out how to work out the weird reality bending soon enough.
He's also making a lot of these and not a lot of desire to use them all, so anyone who stops close enough to make him pause his work gets met with the same question: "Hey, you want one?"
[Wildcard]
[U know the drill]
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One of her ears twitches at the question. "What is all this?" she asks, leaning in to sniff one of the cloth balls.
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Alphys ("Naya") | OTA
Alphys just knew this was going to suck as soon as the Ringmaster turned everyone into animals. As if being stuck in a tent in the middle of nature wasn't bad enough, not she WAS nature! And what were these ears!?
The Anointment (horrible torture, more like it), did not go well. They had to sedate her just to get her through it, and afterwards, a sopping wet bunny lays at the end of the pools, covering her eyes as if trying to wake up from a bad dream. "Uggggh, this is officially worse than camping!"
B: The days after (post-naming ceremony)
Several days later and... no, this is still the worst. Now she has to remember all these names! What's wrong with the ones they already had? (She knows exactly what, she just wants to be grumpy) Alphys can be found moping around for the most part, and tripping over her ears.
It's not until later in the trip does she start absentmindedly scribbling in the dirt with a stick, and before she knows it, she's drawn a really good sketch of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie... as a rabbit. Having no real artistic talent beyond what she picked up from a How To Draw Manga book a few years ago, Alphys is sure this is a fluke until she sketches another scene of Mew Mew attacking a monster. The anatomy is perfect! The sense of motion is impeccable! The hands look like hands! She can draw!
She dashes off to find something to draw on, and before long she's laying in a pile of papers, having whipped up the prologue of an entire manga series.
C: WILDCARD
B - The struggles of being the size of a large eraser
Exploring soon gets a piece of paper landing on her face, blown away by all of Alphys feverish work. One piece of paper becomes something of a tunnel to the next one however, when she realizes there's STUFF on this paper. And stuff on the next one. And the next-
And rather quickly there's going to be some odd...wiggling motions from underneath all of the papers and stacks that Alphys has been working on.
The joys and struggles of being a mere two inches long, apparently.
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Papyrus ("Yehudi") | OTA
After asking for the brand on his sternum - with the excuse, borrowed from Lambert's, that it be "close to his core" or something - Papyrus discovers the joys of being touched by iron. It's a horrible burning, even past the part where it's heated metal; he's been in a burning house, gotten hurt by fire before, and it never hurt anything like this.
He whimpers and cries, sitting rigidly to take it and not mess things up... freezing up for so long after they've taken the brand away that the local Honorables guide him into the pool. He sinks in, floating just on the surface, while everyone else gets marked and brought over for recovery, doing his best and furriest crocodile impression.
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PAPYRUSYEHUDI EXPRESS [D80+]There's ways this is so much better than the Manor. There's no scary powerful figure making them play along with everything, the decor is so much better, and they have the option to veer off for their own pursuits whenever. On the other hand, they're not in their own bodies, they have to forgo even their own names, and even avoid seeming to know each other (or anything). They don't even have radios with them, meaning anyone could be anywhere, in any condition, and he'll have no idea...
But one excuse to stick together is, he's very big, and a fair number of the carnival folks are very small: he can give them rides! Sitting on top of his back, with a little tug of blue magic to help even the worst at climbing to get somewhere comfortable. Maybe he'll even see into saddle bags, to carry people or useful artsy materials in.
► WILDCARD [Anytime]
[There's plenty of other stuff for doing, after all. Getting involved in art - be it his own, or helping in some way with others'. Eavesdropping on locals in hopes of learning anything about the keywords of Lilith or mirror. Exploring the highest points of the buildings and trees, looking for anything really interesting or suspicious. Shoot me a ping or a tag if you've got something in mind.]
YEHUDI | DAY 82 I'd say
Guess who is either waiting for a delivery, or just doesn't freaking care?
It's the snake literally gliding toward him, with what looks to be streamers decorating her form. She rather looks like a falling rainbow at the moment.
More impressively, it all folds back in once she's landed and stopped being Flat. "Phew! And I thought I would have to land on the ground!" she cheers. Naturally, they know who the other is...they had at least an hour before even getting to Eden to figure that out.
But image is image, and so Carly the snake turns her tiny branded head to the head of her 'landing point'. "Thank you for being in the way just when I needed it~ Ah... ...Whoever you are?" she brightly cheers, waiting for the other to give his New Name.
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Herbert West ("Eia")
Herbert yelled during the branding, but really only a normal level. He hasn't been here long enough to really have the extra fae effect...but getting burned with hot metal still hurts. It isn't as if he's enough used to pain to be quiet and stoic about it.
In the aftermath, he walks stiffly into one of the empty buildings and ends up curled in a small black grumbling loop, investigating the burn as closely as he can, mostly by poking at it with his nose. It's irritating him that he can't do anything he'd normally do about this--no treatment, no bandaging. That pool had better be treated or magical somehow, as it's had several animals sit in it with fresh wounds. He wouldn't put it past this animal cult to think infected burns are somehow inspirational. Healing, after all, is apparently only offered to those who completely pass out.
Day 81 | Post-naming | Art Part 1
Herbert's never really had that much time for the arts. He's a fan of literature to a certain extent, yes, but everything else seems like things for other people to waste time on. Here, he'd much rather be learning the local magic or mission-relevant facts, but completely avoiding artistic pursuits would be suspicious, that's clear enough. He just hates being forced to work on unimportant things. What's the point of talents that are magically given to you? A waste of his real intelligence for the foolish goal of an absent god-figure. Typical, really.
For a day, he does manage to avoid pretty much everything besides getting his bearings and trying to work out how to do things as a quadruped. But the next day, given a new, frankly awful name by a feline shadow and sent back out, Herbert crankily and begrudgingly gathers some supplies, leaves them in the building he's been resting intermittently in, and wanders out around Eden to stare long and creepily at various Honorables. It's his x-ray vision, new from the Ringmaster, but he's certainly not explaining that.
He's just staring.
Art Part 2
When he finally begins, he brings his supplies to a well-lit area outside and props himself up at a table. Even now, doing textile sculpture, he's managed to find a pair of hemostats (designed by some animal for crafting, naturally) and is still manipulating the needle using them. Because he's an eternal dork. At least the rest of his sewing seems fairly traditional...until you see it begin to come together.
It looks like flayed open muscle in parts, occasional visible thread-veins and tendons. Whatever it is, it's not complete, he's working on it in segments, but it looks like some sort of peeled Frankenstein of an animal with the wrong assortment of limbs, laid out as he completes each inside-out, limp, unstuffed piece. The colours are accurate, but too vivid, gross and unsettling. The segment he's slowly assembling at the moment is a large, doglike hind leg, split open around a bone he already completed and firmly stuffed. Various layers of simulated fabric fat are intended to splay out around the opening--he's stitching those carefully to the top layer of fuzzy brown for the outer skin and fur. Despite his earlier irritation, he's honestly begun to have fun.
If you didn't know this cat was Herbert, it would probably be a safe guess at this point.
art part 2
"What is that," she says critically, cocking her head to one side and squinting down at him. She could probably lower her head to get a better look, but she wasn't in the habit of leaning down to look at things when she had two legs and she's not about to start now. From where she's standing, what he's making looks... vaguely leg-like, but... the stuff bursting out of it is a mystery. Some kind of bizarre abstract sculpture?
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Art Part 2 ("Damabi")
Sans ("Umab" the Scarab) | OTA
Sans has always been good at getting around, and being in Eden has made it no different. Publicly laying claim to the talent of teleportation, Sans can be found in places all over Eden despite his diminutive size.
Given the lack of radios, though, he's decided to put this opportunity to use. Four times a day, Sans will be making a circuit through all of the Supervisors, as well as anyone else who requests they be added to the list. Once in the morning, once at noon, once around supper, and once at midnight. He'll carry any letters given he's picked up along with him, and get them delivered. Alternatively, he'll give each person on the list a change to read it an then move on to the next.
You are free to assume Sans is circuiting information for you through Day 80 to Day 84. If course, if you want to stop him to talk, you can do that here!
► WRITER'S BLOCK (DAY 80-84)
Sometimes inspiration is more of a curse than a blessing.
Sans hasn't been very comfortable with creating things seriously for at least a decade, and not even the Flame of Inspiration can change that. He feels the urge to write, but the rest of his mind completely opposed. Not even the necessity of his cover makes him want to do it, and the fact that it's so emotionally difficult to get going is having a depressing effect on his mood.
He can be found in the giant library at various times in the day, scuttling across paper in a way that seems to produce words with his feet like a type writer. Of course, most of what he writes ends up stamped out with more ink or outright destroyed. When the occasional Honorable offers to read any of it out of pity, he casually refuses.
If you come up to talk to him, he will pause as soon as given the excuse. He'd rather be doing basically anything else right now.
delivery!
Here's Rita (or Puri), contemplating this plan Sans just described to her. She's in what looks like a small, cozy workshop for glassmaking, where she's already set up shop and started testing out her newfound skill. Her early creations, most of them cat-shaped sculptures, can be found sitting around the room.
A small smirk tugs at her lips. "I might have something that can help with that, actually."
With that, she takes a small bead from a pile of discarded glass junk, pauses to infuse it with knowledge, then sets it out in front of Sans, gesturing for him to touch it. If he does, the bead will communicate her message directly into his mind, describing to him the ability she just used: the power to imbue knowledge into an object for others to learn just by touching it. It could be a way to discreetly share messages with taboo elements.
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Why hello umab,
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Rita (Puri), OTA
The proper way to get to the Twelve is by honing their art, is it? Rita's not so sure about that. It seems annoying, and like the sort of thing that could take way too long. But it's hard to ignore her newly awakened desire to create, so... fine. She'll try it. Just to see.
The locals will help her find the tools she needs, and she sets up in a workshop near her new living space. Given the communal nature of the town, it seems to be open for any who wish to use it, but at this particular moment, Rita's the only one working inside. Even in her new form as a sand cat, she may be easily recognized by the red-jeweled choker around her neck, the same one she always wears.
Her destined craft is, apparently, glasswork. In the first few days, she tries out a number of techniques. Many of her experimental works appear to be glass sculptures of cats, some made with only simplistic shapes, but as she grows more confident with the basics, she makes some with realistic detail, and some in highly stylized geometric proportions. Swirls of color are mixed into the glass, making each sculpture unique.
Should someone wander into the studio, they'll find her standing on a worktable, holding out a paw and using fire magic to heat a glob of misshapen glass stuck to the end of a metal rod mounted so that it sits steady and within her reach. Maybe your character meant to come in here, maybe they didn't. Regardless, Rita won't let them wander out as easily.
"Wait, stay here for a minute," she'll instruct them.
[gettin' inspired - that workshop again, later days]
After time, Rita's art will start to take a more abstract, imaginative form. In addition to increasingly complex geometric shapes, she crafts whimsical glass sculptures depicting themes of contrasting elements - fire and water, light and darkness - sometimes clashing, sometimes in harmonious balance. While sculpting is her main outlet, it seems she's dabbled in some other forms: a tree portraying summer and winter is depicted in stained glass, and a few ornate mirrors lie around the studio - none too closely resembling the Mirror, of course. That would be a little too suspicious.
In addition to her choker, Rita now wears a headdress made of small glass beads. It looks like she's really getting into this craft... In fact, if someone visits her workshop, they'll find her circling around her latest sculpture, a towering, abstract piece made of tinted glass and sculpted into a complex, almost paradoxical shape. She's so focused on looking it over for imperfections that, as she circles, she walks right into your character, whose entrance she completely failed to notice.
"Hey, watch it!" she cries reflexively, as if that wasn't her fault.
[wildcard!]
You know the drill! Rita can be found exploring the town, hanging out in the library (despite finding very little reading material to suit her interests), or checking out other people's artwork. She's also a part of Sans' delivery network, as one who can magically encode messages into objects. If you've got something to share, she'll help you out! And if your character wants in on some circulating info, she can help with that too.
doin sum art
For now however, she needs more things, and she's sort of wandering into studios at random to do the equivalent of begging for art scraps. Anything will do, really, she'll find some sort of use for it. So she comes in, searching a bit for whoever's at work in here-
And then freezes, the tiny bat with one wing-arm out in a half-hobble, and her head snapping in the direction of the sand cat.
"Umn-!" Yes hello.
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Joker - "Pesagni"
Branding a creature that is mostly feathers is, as it turns out, kind of a pain in the ass, even for people (well, animals) that have been doing it for probably centuries. More than that, in all likelihood. Still, Joker bears with it patiently enough as he's turned this way and that, instructed to lift a wing or tail. It takes just a little bit of deliberation before somewhere along his breast is picked out. With his tail, after all, there's not many other places to put it where it could be seen.
And the tail is obnoxiously rainbow colored, to boot. Birds, really.
Having been in the Carnival for a good few years, Joker carries more than his fair share of fae influence in him now... and yet he doesn't seem alarmed as the iron brand approaches him. Is it because of his excellent poker face? The fact that, once you've been chained up in pure iron and tortured with iron instruments, this is child's play? Or is it because he's a peacock, and there's really no great ability to emote when most of your face is made out of keratin? Either way, he stays stubbornly silent as he's branded, and only takes a moment before he goes into the pool.
Well. As far into the pool as he can manage. Peacocks aren't meant to... swim, exactly. Or float. And yet Joker seems to have a little bit of difficulty keeping any sort of course, and he helplessly flaps his wings a little bit as his tail floats obnoxiously behind him. "F- sh- okay I can't- I think I'm sinkin', can someone just- "
Help him. Please.
B - Night 79 - Check Up
He'll be honest: the branding hurt like a fucker. But the thing Joker seems to have brought with him is fortunately his ability to heal. It's helped him soothe some of the particularly harsh blisters on his brand mark, which he hopes he's managed to keep out of sight of the native animals. Just to be cautious, of course.
But it's night, now, and they've all been allowed to take refuge in this empty building which seems able to fit in all manner of beasts. So don't mind him if he hops from room to room, the sound of his dragging tail a giveaway if anyone is being paranoid. Not that they really need to be. For anyone he peeks in on, if he sees someone awake, he says cheerily, "Today's been quite hectic, hasn't it?"
Listen. It's as good a lead in as anything else. And a good way to gauge who's talkative and who's not.... or who's in particularly bad shape, for that matter.
C - Day 80 - Naming
Outside of the cathedral, and wandering away from it, a certain brightly colored peacock can be seen speaking aloud to himself with a somewhat curious tone.
"Pesagni. Pesagni. Pe....sagni."
Is he... just saying 'his' own name to himself, over and over again? It's... fine. He can brush it off if any of the locals ask pretty easily, he likes to think. Many an animal must have been fascinated by the idea of a name, if they'd never had it before.
D - Days 80/81/82 - Artist and Art
"Pesagni" likes to think he's had a lot of artistic talents in his longer-than-expected life... but juggling or dagger throwing or various other more performance based things are a bit harder to present as art, especially when one has no fingers and talons aren't as dexterous as he'd like for such things. But that's fine. Eden has apparently gifted him with something new all together. The perfect thing to blend in and makes friends.
And that's why he's been spending a lot of time speaking to just about anyone he's been able to see who's been hard at work. This has meant other "Honorables" in some cases, those 'native' to this place... and sometimes this means his fellow carnival members. So don't mind this colorful motherfucker just.... inching his way over to check out what you're doing.
Alternatively.... One can be accosted by him, seemingly out of nowhere, and one can almost sense the beaming aura about him even though he can't smile. "Hey there! Do ya suppose ya can help me out with something?" This might mean being made as a part of art itself, or just being dragged to take a look at what he's made...
And he hasn't picked anyone in particular to pick on! Really. It's just, in order to seem his friendliness, he can't seem to pick favorites between fellow 'newcomers' or the locals themselves. It's all about making, if not a good presence, a seemingly harmless one.
E - Joker's Wild
[I just bullshitted everything, but if you have any idea in particular, or something comes up another day, let me know, and we can do it. I'm flexible.]
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So he doesn't waste any time in wading over and ducking under the peacock, emerging again with his shoulders positioned under the bird who he totally doesn't know as best he can manage. "That better?"
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THE FIRST NIGHT (Closed to Cuddle Puddle)
A pink lion cub will flop down with you, wherever you are at the moment. He's been trying to find a place where all of you can be together, the best he can without raising flags that they know each other. He really just wants to cuddle, alright.
Being a lion seems to be making those feelings even more intense than usual. Come on over, and get complimentary pain numbing licks on your brand mark!
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"Hey, dude," she says quietly, as if getting overheard greeting someone as if she knows them would be worse than him coming over and just flopping next to her like family when they're supposed to all be strangers. Hopefully nobody's watching.
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eruka frog | ota
The only thing Eruka's felt particularly inspired by in her life is magic and finding new ways of making things explode, so finding herself inclined to new pursuits is a little unusual. She's used to being a frog, and the senses that come with it, but a newfound ability to not only intrinsically know how to blend and mix scents, but magically produce them? It feels a little weird, but at least in addition to the entirely subjective part of it, it requires some rather concrete knowledge of math and proportions. And that's comfortingly familiar ground.
So it's easy enough to run into the bright green frog that came in with the rest of the new arrivals, the sigil stamped square onto her back still visibly in the middle of healing. She can be found hemming and hawing over some herb or another in Eden's gardens, deciding what she ought to use for her next distillation. Other times, she's lording over a pile of paperwork with complex-looking calculations, muttering to herself as she hops from page to page and occasionally uses a pen to make some note or another.
But most notable of all, really, is the smell. Animal noses are sensitive to begin with, but besides the more typical floral and incense-like smells, there are others as Eruka experiments with combinations. Things that emulate the smell of fresh grass, burning wood. ink on paper. There's a saying scents are linked to memory -- maybe you catch a whiff of something that stirs one of yours?
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Hopping around Eden is liable to dry anyone out, especially when you're a little more thin-skinned than most. When she's not tinkering with scents, Eruka's easily found swimming in fountains and ponds around Eden, seemingly aimlessly, though occasionally she'll surface and hop over to a little frog-sized knapsack she's stored under a nearby rock.
As she goes, she seems to be muttering to herself. What could be on her mind?
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Bring your own scenario! Hit me up on the plotting post if you have need.
scentsational hazing
Even so, it doesn't stop him from being lured in by such fragrant scents, no matter the memory, and he's drawn to the scent easily. It's why Eruka will find herself suddenly with a new occupant in whatever space she's working in. There's a wolf behind her, staring down at her work and her frog form. He doesn't say anything, preferring to assess in his own shady way. Whether she notices him or not, she'll be greeted with a low toned, "Hello."
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Shima ("Rachi" the Tanuki) | OTA
Shima managed to convince them to brand his ear rather than anywhere else, and he's still much better off than a lot of the others, but that doesn't mean this doesn't sting and kind of radiate pain all down his face and neck. He definitely has a headache and is gonna be whining about it for the next day or so.
B. Reintroductions (post-Naming and on)
Once recovered, he will be spending a good chunk of time doing investigation work, though it'll most often look like he's just doing normal Honorable stuff or chilling, if he can be spotted. If he recognizes your animal form from when the Ringmaster was getting everyone changed or from when everyone was gathered at the Anointing, he might come to say hi and ask what you were named.
C. Coloring Accidents
While Shima initially is fairly restrained with his color experiments, mostly using it to adjust the colors of existing dyes and paints and chalks so he can approach other Honorables to make casual chatter and ask them to try out the colors for him to see what they think, the itch to keep making more colors only grows the more he uses it.
At one point he'll definitely end up bopping to some music that another Honorable has left playing, and leave bright paw-prints and brilliantly colored stains wherever he touches something, though none of it seems to color his fur (he's saving that for later). The prints and patches he leaves this way aren't like paint so much as a bleed of reality-shifting magic that changes the color of the material he touched. Careful not to bump into him with any of your own art since it might turn blinding neon orange or something.
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Investigation results, getting roped into stuff, or anything else is fair game! Gimme a ping if you'd like!
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"Shima--" That brand doesn't look good, worse than hers. "Are you okay?"
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Rest isn't the only goal though. She needs to talk to Steven, and with his dream-walking abilities, it shouldn't be too hard to reach him. The difficult part is in staying focused on her task once she's asleep.
The dream space he'll find her in is that of a replica of the carnival's game corner. Nothing seems especially out of the ordinary at the moment, but she looks pretty distressed for some reason!
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Suffice to say, he hadn't experienced anything quite so disturbing since he first connected minds with the Cluster. Even worse, this story didn't have a happy ending, yet. When his will to go somewhere else finally responds, he and he finds himself somewhere familiar... it's incredibly familiar.
He immediately starts hunting around for someone familiar. This dream could belong to a lot of people, but it has to be someone from the carnival. When he finally emerges in the same spot as Peridot, he's in his regular carnival form, except pale in the face and covered with faint scratches, as if from animal claws. And that's besides the bite mark, still present on his arm, with tiny bits of diamond crystallizing and floating out of the wound.
"Peridot!" he says, urgently. "Are you real?"
He really hopes she's real.
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