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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2018 1:13 pm
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Fletch watched in awe as the miracolous sights and sounds burst into colour around him. It was a ********' carnival, a big top, a tent filled with the righteous colours and sounds of the dark carnival!! He loved it, oh how he loved it!
(a little voice at the back of his mind reminded him that comedi stole from this)
(but it was quiet, and the carnival was loud)
He barely even thought about it before his pole was in his hand, but it was better - it was the same purple as always, the same weight and feel, but it was splattered with the colours of the carnival, and everything was brighter, bigger, better!
He used it to catapult himself nearer, turning a nimble flip, and he felt alive like he always did. (but something was wrong, here.)
Still, the circus was here - and it demanded a performance, so a performance Fletch would give. He began to tumble and twirl around the ring.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2018 4:58 pm
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Philip was confused what had just happened but he certainly didn't dislike it! Amazed by the transformation, he found himself clapping at Comedi's entrance. The magic in the air enchanted him but didn't need to do much work to get the orangeblood excited. Costumes and happiness and fun! They were all things he loved.
"Kwelin?" The detective turned as the blueblood called for him. Startled by his new appearance, the boy struggled not to laugh at the bizarre costume and how much it didn't suit the law student. He felt bad for that, because Kwelin looked honestly distressed, but he watched in amazement as the boy suddenly began to sing and dance. Wow! He had some moves!
"Bravo! Encore, encore!" The child laughed, magic pushing all thoughts to take this seriously from his brain. Clapping to the beat, he cheered Kwelin all the way to the end and then waited for him to step off stage when he was done.
"You were amazing up there!" Philip clapped his friend on the shoulder, looking proud. As the other children began to get into it, he watched Stemma take on the stage and gasped as she revealed a third eye. A THIRD EYE? Stunned, Philip wondered if this was part of the magic's illusion for her act before realizing no, it seemed to be actually on her. Wow! He hadn't expected that!
"Woooo! Show us the future, Madame Morgen!" He applauded as two willing volunteers approached her. While Philip was itching to get up on stage and perform too, he was more than happy to wait his turn to see where this act went first!
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2018 10:00 pm
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As the lights popped on, Reisio flinched. They inched closer to Oisier, expecting the worst, but immediately the mirth of the juggalo filled the room. Their mouth dropped open. The trolls were all witnessing a spectacle. Their view shifted to Oisier. All normal. And then, their lusus.
Not.
Normal.
Flatparent was covered in a rainbow of stripes and polka dots, its lacey frill crimped like an elegant ruff. With a gasp, Reisio moved towards them, but in a flash their lusus moved up the sides of the room-turned-circus ring to hang from the ceiling. “What’s happening?” They squeaked.
Reisio glanced around at the other sudden participants in this odd charade. Stemma! They clutched their hand to their chest and witnessed the troll’s face, shining down on a deck of cards. Her third eye was the most remarkable, beautiful sight they’d ever seen barring their own one-ness. Reisio rubbed at their eye, seeing if it was perhaps an illusion among the illusions. But when they brought their hand down, they found it covered in white make-up. Their face had been painted, their clothes replaced with a silver and black leotard. Flatparent had descended, produced an aerialist ring.
“Oisier, are we performing a high-flying act?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2018 10:36 pm
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Oisier had never met a clown. They hadn't met a ghost before either. They were thoroughly out of their depth. They were from the moment they entered the mansion. However, they wouldn't have admitted to that before, and they surely weren't about to admit it now that they were practicing an honest to gog seance.
The enthusiasm of their fellow living trolls helped silence whatever anxieties were bubbling in Oisier's thinkpan. Reisio's presence was of course a constant balm on their nerves. Their lusus was ever-vigilant, as was Reisio's. They were also graced with the presence of their new acquaintance, Stemma Morgen, who seemed especially knowledgeable in the occult. Oisier noted her personalized summoning circle with an appreciative hum.
The crowd murmured among itself as they prepared the items. The gathering felt almost casual despite the air of anticipation.
The room flashed white, and for a moment Oisier believed they'd been struck by lightning. A beam of light had appeared. It was bright enough to render the rest of the room comparatively dark. Oisier held their breath. A tiny scuttlebuggy pulled into the spotlight, and with it came Deburu Comedi himself. Oisier barely had time to note the unnatural white of the specter's eyes before the entire block was bathed in color and music.
Oisier and Reisio both stumbled as the energy of the Dark Carnival washed over them. Their lususes too, fluttered and scurried about as though consumed with the need to perform. Oisier watched them ascend the big top, only to have their attention taken by Reisio's exclamation. "Reisio? S-Stemma!" Stemma's mystical cartography would have been fascinating to Oisier on any given night, but her third eye..! Was there something inherently clownish about a third eye, or was this truly Stemma's natural form? Oisier was struck with both the familiarity and rarity of a troll with extra parts.
They turned to Reisio to confirm their awe, only to be awed for an entirely new reason. "Reisio, your fa-" Oisier gingerly touched their own face. They were a mirror of each other as they always were. Oisier's face was also painted. They assumed it was in the same pattern as Reisio's slick styling.
A high-flying act? Oisier had no idea where such an idea would have come from, but... Planariant descended in time with Flatparent with an identical ring. Oisier took the ring before they could voice their confusion. With a swift tug, they were up and off.
Oisier never would have considered themselves afraid of heights. They lived in a penthive at the very top of the Civiesct skyline. This scenario, however, had a distinct lack of windows separating them from the open air, and the ground was ever so far away. Despite their terror reservations, Oisier's movements were smooth and practiced. They weren't their own, and if Oisier had the presence of mind to be aware of their circumstances, they'd be thankful for it.
The twins and their lusues gained momentum over the crowd. At the apex of their swing, Oisier let go of their ring. Their mind blanked in horror, but their body swung up and back. Midway through their flip, Oisier caught Reisio as they hung from their own ring. Their bodies intersected cleanly at the torso. Oisier hung upside down as they flew, their powers keeping them connected to their twin.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 10:27 am
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ImaginationsParadise generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
14!
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 1:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 10:11 pm
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The purpleblood was keeping her eye on Avvisi, watching her enjoy the show. As she called out to make sure Makkah was recording, not looking up from her camera, the girl looked straight at her camera from its fixture across the room and giggled.
”Uh, yeah! For sure!” She replied, hoping it would just be something they laughed about later when she watched the tape. Turning back to the pop-up carnival, she was delighted to see her stick-in-the-mud neighbor letting loose. She jumped forward excitedly as he began singing and was almost shaking Avvisi trying to get her attention.
”You're getting pictures of Tourny, right? I have got to get one of those later!” She chuckled, hoping her own camera was getting his antics to be recorded for posterity and hilarity.
After sitting and enjoying the fun for a while, she watched as the other purpleblood pulling for fortunes to be told and heard her tealblood friend express interest in it before excitedly jumping up from her camera to take part. She clapped and whistled loudly as the young journalist jumped into view of the audience.
” WOO, YEAH QUILLSY!! YOU GO GIRL!!”
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 11:04 pm
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"Curious..." Stemma took the card and flipped it over, casting it above her head so the audience could get a look. "This is Temperance," she explained. "It represents balance, finding the middle ground. Very fitting for a midblood, and for someone with your talents..." She gestured to the wheel.
Stemma closed her eyes and waved her hands as if thinking, then froze as soon as the thought came to her. Her third eye opened.
"I sense... that something will challenge that balance," She said, giggling darkly. With a quick, snapping motion, she threw a smoke bomb at Dalema's feet. The greenblood disappeared from her current spot and was transposed to one of the high wires, cyr wheel and all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 11:19 pm
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The juggalo had been laughing loudly and in an uncharacteristically obnoxious fashion for anyone who'd never seen him at the Church of the Messiahs before. But how could he not, this was some grade-A ******** material! He knew if there were anyone that would enjoy such a show, it'd be his group's fellow juggalo. Turning to Fletch, he began to ask, ”Hey, this show is ******** Flech wasn't where he'd been just a moment before. Turning to the circular stage, he saw the troll had joined in on the show! Mallok was not even aware he could ******** do such a thing! Looking at his friend with his mouth slackjawed open, he turned down to his hands, felt his pocket with a knowing sense of purpose, and stood up, walking towards the ring.
”I'll be right back dear ChefPops, the compulsion for mischief is certifiably strong as ******** tonight.”
As he strode down to the ring, he methodically went about tying his wiring to his fingers and fashioning the other ends to the handles of his knives. climbing into the ring, he found a safe area to stand with lots of room off to the side and held his hands out.
One by one, he let go of a knife and allowed it to swing, slowly moving his finger to give more force to his swing, dropping a new knife down as each hit the bottom of their arc until all six were swinging from his fingers rhythmically, never touching each other, the wires, or Mallo' himself. They swirled and spun so quickly that only flashing after images seemed to be visible to his own eyes and he swayed a bit, left and right, getting lost in the hypnotic twirling he created and falling into a state of calm and bliss, his chubby cheeks being made chubbier by his brimming smile.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 11:40 pm
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Drowsy vaudeville music jingled into life as the next act began! An old fashioned microphone stood in the front of the stage with a simple white spotlight as Philip marched up and began to sing.
"Hey, hobo man; Hey, Dapper Dan~" He crooned, pointing out at the crowd randomly and then to the embarrassed Kwelin. He wore a glistening tuxedo with his facepaint, dressed to the nines. With natural ease and charisma Philip danced while addressing the crowd. He beamed at the chance to entertain everyone, not one to shy away from chances like this. In his normal life Philip did everything he could to blend into the crowd and go unnoticed. Stealth was a valuable tool as a detective and he tried to stay undercover as best he could. It went against his normal extroverted personality, however, so tonight was a bit of a treat for him, honestly.
"You've both got your style but brother you're never fully dressed without a smile!" The clown drew one on his face with his fingers, letting them rest on his cheeks as he grinned to everyone. As the routine continued on, he gestured to summon fashionable garments in the air behind him accordingly before whisking them away in favor of flashing the audience another wide smile.
"Ah, the lovely Soh-Ray-Mii sisters!" He called out with a flourish, beckoning Avvisi's lusus to join him on stage. The two missing geese appeared out of nowhere from the juggalo illusionary magic, dancing next to Ray as they began to sing in harmony. All three geese glistened in fancy clothes with each wearing their own ridiculous hat, dazzling in a rare unison.
He joined in after their solo and suddenly the music changed with the tuxedo dissolving off him, turning into glitter. Now he wore an oversized tramp's costume while the geese returned to their usual attire. Singing with more gusto, he moved with more exaggeration and hopped around the stage cheerfully. Delighted to sing and dance his heart out, the boy motioned for anyone willing to come join him while he sang to Comedi's ghost with his eyes shining with childish joy. This part wasn't rehearsed and the dancers no longer moved in synchronization but he hoped that everyone was having as much fun as he was! Building up to a big finish, he threw his arms out for his send off to Comedi and shouted out the final line.
"Smile darn ya smile!"
Quote: Anyone is welcome to have joined in! Please feel free! Also Avvisi's lusus borrowed with permission! |
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Micillia generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
15!
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2018 7:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2018 7:22 pm
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Avvisi Quills 
