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lostcarnival2019-02-20 03:40 pm
anti_nonsense) wrote in lostcarnival2019-02-20 03:40 pm
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Who: Rita, Francis, and you!
When: During the day or so the Ringmaster allows for everyone to consider their choice.
Where: The carnival, or what's left of it.
What: Rita reunites with her cat, returns to what remains of her temporary home in the carnival, maybe gets sappy over her boyfriend, maybe gets talking about the decisions they all have in front of them.
At long last, they made it back. The carnival doesn't look anything like Rita remembers it, but there's a vague sense of familiarity in the air. Once their immediate business is concluded and the Ringmaster has left them all with time to deliberate their future as mortals (or not), Rita takes the time to wander out into the empty, grassy space of what used to be the trailer park. It doesn't take long for Francis to find her, and together with her cat, she locates the space that seems to vaguely coincide with the home she shared with 9S.
Littered on the ground in several haphazard piles are books, papers, clothes, electronic devices, and all sorts of knickknacks collected from various worlds. Rita sits on the grass next to one of these such piles, pulling out an item one at a time, examining it, and setting it aside. A magic textbook here, a tacky t-shirt there... Everything, with some kind of story behind it.
"Nyaa?" Francis seems to ask her, tilting his head.
Rita shakes her head, as if comprehending and responding to his question. "No... he isn't here. But we'll all be back together soon. I promise."
Despite the wide open space, she's so engrossed in what she's doing that she may not notice someone approach while she attempts to sincerely reassure her cat.
When: During the day or so the Ringmaster allows for everyone to consider their choice.
Where: The carnival, or what's left of it.
What: Rita reunites with her cat, returns to what remains of her temporary home in the carnival, maybe gets sappy over her boyfriend, maybe gets talking about the decisions they all have in front of them.
At long last, they made it back. The carnival doesn't look anything like Rita remembers it, but there's a vague sense of familiarity in the air. Once their immediate business is concluded and the Ringmaster has left them all with time to deliberate their future as mortals (or not), Rita takes the time to wander out into the empty, grassy space of what used to be the trailer park. It doesn't take long for Francis to find her, and together with her cat, she locates the space that seems to vaguely coincide with the home she shared with 9S.
Littered on the ground in several haphazard piles are books, papers, clothes, electronic devices, and all sorts of knickknacks collected from various worlds. Rita sits on the grass next to one of these such piles, pulling out an item one at a time, examining it, and setting it aside. A magic textbook here, a tacky t-shirt there... Everything, with some kind of story behind it.
"Nyaa?" Francis seems to ask her, tilting his head.
Rita shakes her head, as if comprehending and responding to his question. "No... he isn't here. But we'll all be back together soon. I promise."
Despite the wide open space, she's so engrossed in what she's doing that she may not notice someone approach while she attempts to sincerely reassure her cat.
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"That will partly depend on the Ringmaster," he says, crossing his arms. "There are some possibilities that I doubt I would have the traction for on my own. But I want to keep pushing forward with the Courts, by one means or another. To make sure all of this isn't just a hopeful flash in the pan."
At least with most of the carnival becoming immortals, it will be harder for this to just disappear with time. He wants to make sure these concerns remain a priority.
"On the subject of kinship... I'm not sure how many of mine will wish to follow where I go. I've managed to confirm that the Altar and the Halo are still alive after the battle, but there's no way of knowing when they will deign to speak to me again."
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"The... Altar and Halo?" Rita repeats, face slightly scrunched at the unfamiliar names. "Wait, are they... more of your progenitors?" She seems to recall the Iron Forged saying something about three out of five before. Could the two who might not 'deign to speak' to Ignatius be the remaining ones?
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"The Iron Forged and Incandescent can be very personable though, and I'm sure they'd be interested in... well... meeting you more officially, in the future, and hearing more about what's happened. The others are more difficult."
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There's one person who seems to have been conspicuously left out by Ignatius, however...
"What about the Engine Heart?" she asks after a moment.
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"I'm sure she is also interested in meeting you, but I wouldn't exactly call her personable. She'll probably want to gawk at your heart more than anything else." He gestures vaguely. "She's not the best at reading the room, but she does the right thing when it counts. Usually."
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"I have some important things I need to take care of as soon as I leave the carnival, but after that, maybe I can pay a visit..." The idea of casually returning to the Summer Court seems inconceivable, in a sense, but with the way things have been going... maybe it won't be long before fae and mortals (and ex-mortals?) can start to trust one another.
"...Or, you know... if you're ever feeling sick of Court life, or whatever else you'll be up to... you can come visit my world sometime."