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lostcarnival2019-02-21 04:38 pm
whattaprick) wrote in lostcarnival2019-02-21 04:38 pm
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[OPEN] we were strangers on a crazy adventure
Who: Lambert and YOU
When: In the time the Ringmaster gives them to make up their minds.
Where: In the newly-reformed Carnival.
What: Bother him about recent events and about the choices ahead.
Warnings: Lambert's potty mouth, references to past violence, etc.
The Carnival has really seen better days.
That's Lambert's first thought, at least, surveying what's left of his material possessions. Now that it isn't stuffed away in drawers or hidden in boxes, it mostly amounts to a not-inconsiderable amount of jewelry and various novelty clothing, as well as some of the Solstice presents he received with less military applications. Pig and Butcher have been left free to wander around as they please in the stripped-down Carnival while Lambert lazily flicks through his belongings -- a book here, a necklace there -- and sorts through it all. Perhaps surprisingly, for the amount of time they've been with the Carnival, there isn't too much.
When he hears someone else come up to him, he speaks without looking over his shoulder, the flat joke varying:
"What do you think the chances are of her bringing back the springs right now?"
"Seems like a good time for a nap, doesn't it?"
"So, you made up your mind about becoming a god or not yet?"
When: In the time the Ringmaster gives them to make up their minds.
Where: In the newly-reformed Carnival.
What: Bother him about recent events and about the choices ahead.
Warnings: Lambert's potty mouth, references to past violence, etc.
The Carnival has really seen better days.
That's Lambert's first thought, at least, surveying what's left of his material possessions. Now that it isn't stuffed away in drawers or hidden in boxes, it mostly amounts to a not-inconsiderable amount of jewelry and various novelty clothing, as well as some of the Solstice presents he received with less military applications. Pig and Butcher have been left free to wander around as they please in the stripped-down Carnival while Lambert lazily flicks through his belongings -- a book here, a necklace there -- and sorts through it all. Perhaps surprisingly, for the amount of time they've been with the Carnival, there isn't too much.
When he hears someone else come up to him, he speaks without looking over his shoulder, the flat joke varying:
"What do you think the chances are of her bringing back the springs right now?"
"Seems like a good time for a nap, doesn't it?"
"So, you made up your mind about becoming a god or not yet?"
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There were lots of "god" words in that sentence, Lambert. But he catches your meaning.
"I definitely think we've earned it after all the hard work we've put inta this shit. I hate ta make it sound like I just wanna take my prize and go home but... that's kinda what I wanna do."
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He pauses, putting his arms behind his head.
"I ain't a bettin' man. But if I had to lay money, I'd say she's probably feelin' pretty shitty right now. She's not totally unlike my master -- she wants to protect us, keep us safe. Then she goes an' gets herself captured, and worse -- used as a weapon against us." His tone is casual, but there's a touch of sadness, sympathy, in his eyes and expression. "I wouldn't be surprised if she'd bend over backwards to make sure we got what we wanted."
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Maybe Zangetsu feels the same way and maybe not. “I’m not turning down the power, because it’s useful. But it’s not like I’m owed it for the shit we’ve been through. I didn’t do any of that just because I expected a nice prize at the end.”