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⇨ WYLD HUNT
Who: Everyone!
When: Day 100
Where: Shabondamashii
What: The Wyld Hunt unexpectedly crashes the Shabon's dimension, leaving chaos in its wake. Those that have been with the carnival for a while might recognize it as the personal army of a fae called the Huntsman - also known as one of the Ringmaster's age old rivals, whom she dethroned thousands of years ago. The last we heard of him, he was pursuing the carnival, and it turns out he found them faster than anyone thought.
Warnings: Violence, theoretical cannibalism.
When: Day 100
Where: Shabondamashii
What: The Wyld Hunt unexpectedly crashes the Shabon's dimension, leaving chaos in its wake. Those that have been with the carnival for a while might recognize it as the personal army of a fae called the Huntsman - also known as one of the Ringmaster's age old rivals, whom she dethroned thousands of years ago. The last we heard of him, he was pursuing the carnival, and it turns out he found them faster than anyone thought.
Warnings: Violence, theoretical cannibalism.
THE AUTUMN MOON↴ There isn't any warning. You might not even notice what's happening at first, with the approach of the threat happening as spontaneously as a zombie uprising. You're minding your own business, enjoying Shabon, when a random alien charges you on foot with sudden and aggressive intent. Whether or not you can throw them off or defeat them, you'll soon find they weren't alone. An entire army is descending upon the city now, and the carnival is the target. ► THEY ARE LEGION: The Wyld Hunt comes in all shapes and sizes, with beasts and men from all kinds of different universes having been caught up in its sway. Those that have been in the Hunt for a long while have more or less completely lost themselves - they now function only as part of a pack, hunting whatever the Huntsman wishes and consuming what their prey leaves behind upon death. Some members of the Hunt are newer and more unsure, but they are all a part of a psychic hive mind that compels them to move as a unit. Everyone in the Wyld Hunt instinctively know what the Huntsman wants them to do, even if they never speak to him. Their skills, powers, and physicalities are all over the board, but there are a notably large quantity of Wyld Fae among them, often being used as mounts by more powerful humanoids within the Hunt. When NPCing members of the Hunt for threading purposes there is a lot of flexibility to what you face, including entities and beasts from your own worlds - provided they are creatures capable of functioning independently. ► HUNT OR BE HUNTED: When set upon by the Hunt, it is easy to become overwhelmed. Unfortunately, in that situation, the only way to beat them is to join them. Beginning to hunt alongside the others will immediately pacify them against you. As soon as you start to follow, the thrum of the Huntsman's will will start to take over - the more you hunt, the harder it is to turn away from it. If you do stop, or successfully oppose the compulsion, they will be quick to set upon you again. Like the others, you will feel the craving to consume any individuals the Hunt has felled - you must resist this, because once you have eaten the prey of the Hunt, you'll be trapped within it indefinitely. ► WORN OUT WELCOME: The people of Shabon are used to crisis, but this is a bit beyond what even they are prepared to tolerate. The Hunt will be causing collateral, both of the human and the material sort. While the workers in Shabon have very well practiced escape procedures in the event of something like this, the other guests are not as fortunate. Plenty of them are capable of fighting back on their own, but they will not always be capable of avoiding the hordes. The longer this goes on, the worse it will get. Eventually, the Shabon workers will realize who the Hunt is after and start actively trying to turn carnival members over to them in order to make it stop. ► IN TWO PARTS: Tragically, this turn of events and the realization that she's managed to put everyone in danger once again will be what finally causes the Ringmaster to split in two. One side will immediately become disinterested in using violence to counter this problem, while the other will be desperate and reckless. This will also completely screw her ability to get anyone back to the carnival in time. There will be at least one Megathread dealing with her actions during this. PLEASE NOTE: This is a conflict the carnival is meant to survive, not win. The main point of this is to get the plot rolling in a new direction, so don't worry about figuring out how to defeat the Huntsman, because in this moment it basically won't be possible. Have fun threading out the crisis, and see where it leads. I wanted to be up front about that, as opposed to letting everyone grasp at straws to prevent a result that will be inevitable, even if the details will shift. |
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One moment, she's against the wall. Then in the blink of an eye, she's next to Yuya, her fingers wrapping around his wrist -- not forceful, almost gentle really, though if he tries to break away, he'll find it nigh impossible to. Her eyes are bright.
"But I'm hungry now."
Where her hand grips his wrist, his muscles will feel like they've seized, like a particularly bad cramp, a sensation that travels up his arm and down his fingers. Once the feeling reaches his chest, he'll find it hard to breathe.
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It's a second after she's in his face that Yuya realizes she's not a patron. She's a hunter. Until now, he'd largely faced predators that were aggressive, violent from the start. His guard was down.
He twitches as the pain travels up his arm, backing up until his limb is pulled tight between them. When the pain starts to travel up his chest he sucks in a sharp breath. "No..."
He pushes his focus into projecting his shield outward in an attempt to slam her with the force of it, trying to push her away.
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She doesn't grab for him again. She doesn't have to. The constricting feeling rapidly travels through Yuya's body, making his muscles cramp and spasm involuntarily, and then ... it stops. So will his ability to hold himself up, as he'll find every fiber of his being suddenly forced to relax, all that tension releasing. The fae drops to her haunches beside him once he's down, pale hair pooling around her on the ground.
For better or worse, he's still conscious and able to speak through all this, though only with an effort.
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Right now? The sense of potential death lurking around every corner is practically blinding. It pings for friends and strangers alike, to the degree he doesn't even know where to start. He decides to take it one at a time, going for what's closest.
It turns out to be Yuya. It's a lurking death, like an illness or a poison, and it's one that has already apparently sent the boy to the ground. A woman kneels over him, visually reminiscent to the bicorn from the Manor.
Sans looms forward in his full beast form, his jaw crackling with energy. He doesn't really get what's going on but he makes a surprise leap on top the two of them, trying to hook her away from Yuya with his barbed tail.
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Something sinks deep in his chest, an inevitable foreboding and the realization that he can't do anything. This might be it, and a terror runs through him that can't make its way out of his mind as the magic weighs him down.
There's no response from him when Sans appears and comes crashing in. He can't turn to see it, he's not sure who it is or if they're here to save him or help her. He really wants to hope its the former.
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It's not, however, easy to quickly dodge out of the way of a tail swiping at you when you're crouched down. The skeleton's tail finds its mark, the fae's hands ungainly scrabbling on the surface of his tail and leaving wet, acid-smelling smears on it before she's flung to the opposite alley wall. Despite her delicate appearance, though, it's the stone that crumbles, not her -- she only seems winded.
And peculiarly, as she looks up at Sans, she seems oddly happy.
"Oh," she says, with some surprise. "You're like me."
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Anywhere else and he wouldn't have been so lucky. The idea panics him, even if he can't reason out why yet. The general vibe is pretty clear - she's a Wyld Fae, and she's the same as the Prince. Memories swirl, reminding him of what that means.
He can't get touched by that shit. Who knows what would happen? Maybe it will pollute their minds like it did at the Manor. Maybe it would do worse. He casts a glance at Yuya - he can't leave the kid, but what if it's already too late?
"Nah," is all he manages to rumble, before taking another few steps back and blasting her with some laser breath. He doesn't really anticipate this will work, but he is basically without better options.
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Her horn glows with pale, diseased-looking green light. Her hide glistens in the myriad lights of Shabon. The bitter, sharp smell off her has grown stronger, and she laughs.
“Let me taste you, little beast,” she says. Curved fangs glisten inside her mouth. She braces her hooves and brings her lion-like tail up sharply, flicking a spray of droplets off the tip at him. The motion is deceptively lazy.
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His only saving grace is that he can teleport, and with a fast reaction time at that. As soon as she flicks the tail, he's already disappeared - he reappears on the others side of her, crushing some tiles on the roof of a building. What is he supposed to do, here? If this is really a fae, then he already knows he can't beat her.
What if Yuya is already dead?
Sans growls, and tries to grab a hold of her with his telekinesis, hoping to pin her down to the ground with a blast of excessive gravity. At the same time, he prepares to jolt forward, hoping to get lucky and impale her with his scorpion stinger. Maybe a Wyld Fae poison is enough to damage a fae. Even if she is also poison. Jesus christ.
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Where Sans’s stinger has pierced her? It seems to take at first, a patch of stone spreading, but then corrosive blood (for lack of a better word, but it certainly doesn’t have anything else in common with the stuff) starts to bubble around it, steaming and hissing as it starts eating through stone. Her body shudders, like she’s taken a chill, and her eyes snap open.
“I can do that too,” she says, dreamily lifting her head, pushing past the weight of the gravity spell holding her down. The hairs on her tail shift as a wicked-looking barb unsheathes itself, because Wyld Fae are made of bullshit apparently, and she promptly lashes out, trying to stick or scrape it against whatever part of Sans she can reach.
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The feeling of it creeping through him, slowing his joints and messing with his head-
He summons his wings, which flair out in burst of angelic light. His aura is in full force, radiating awe and foreboding, that would make any lesser target feel like they were the one facing judgement. Unfortunately, a Wyld Fae is a bit above the reach to have a significant effect. He's not a full angel anymore than he is a full fae. It must seem weird to her, though, to feel both of these things in one person.
Still, the light's message is very clear, like a threatened prey showing its barbs. Stay back! Be afraid! As the light flares, Sans moves himself quickly backwards and out of reach. He casts a look to Yuya, on the ground, with couple of his eyes.
But he doesn't know what else to do.
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The pause in the immediate attack, though, gives her room to reorient herself, and realize she’s forgotten something very important. Her food! The one that isn’t so wiggly and hard to catch! Her attention is sharply diverted from Sans as she bounds over to the paralyzed boy, standing over him in what would almost look like a protective gesture if she wasn’t so clearly the source of his current predicament.
Much like Sans, her posture speaks for itself, territorial and possessive. Mine! I’ll fight you for it!