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Devil's Carnival! [ Court of Fools Open ]
Warning(s): unreality, gaslighting, identity crisis, amnesia
With their master’s machinations on the horizon, Mendel’s Court of Fools takes to the town to prime their audience. They can be found in remote shadows and dark corners, but it’s so important to get the crowd in the right mood for a show, wouldn’t you agree?
-Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss-
[Blanche, the Baroness of Blank]
Sometime nearing or after dark, if you’re still wandering the streets, there are a number of things that can still find you even when you stick to the paths of lit lanterns.
“You’re missing something, aren’t you?” The jolly voice comes from behind you. Should you turn, you’ll see a woman dressed almost entirely in white aside from thin red lips and thin red pinstripes. Her eyes are even white, including her pupils, so that they very nearly blend into the rest of her face if not for her big, white lashes creating a bit of depth. She smiles, revealing perfectly white teeth all in straight rows. She hangs upside down--- from a rafter, a shop sign, a tree branch, or nothing all.
Climbing down and righting herself with acrobatic ease, she continues to wear that cheshire smile. “I can always tell when someone is missing something. Or needs to lose something. Perhaps that sounds more like you. If you’d like, I can find it for you. Or unfind it. Your choice.”
- Damn, that's a really creepy doll-
[Seemingly, the Thane of the Capricious]
There is an alleyway in town, hidden behind the Oak & Iron. It is rarely used except by stray cats. Hidden there, among the garbage, you will find what looks to be a pile of broken gears and metal junk, entwined with bits of fabric. Four masks lay strewn about. But upon inspection, the gears creak to life suddenly, and an automaton begins to build itself quickly with the pleasant clinking of small metal pieces against one another, and in moments, there is a figure before you that tips its hat before placing it on its head. The masks are seated in a circle around what would be its head, and the one in front is an expressionless mask with a large, golden crack down the center.
It whispers to you sharply. “What are you?”
[ Seemingly has four masks that each have their own personalities, voices, and even pronouns. They are as follows:
Hollow - it/its - a white mask with gold flourishes and a golden forehead gem, and a blank expression which speaks in a harsh whisper. Its intent is to be threatening and cut to the heart of you. It was broken once, and now bears a striking crack filled with gold.
Glee - he/him - a white mask with golden clown paint on the eyes and a wicked, twisted grin, along with a prominent nose. He is sinister and jolly and speaks with a masculine falsetto.
Wrath - they/them - a pure gold mask with black flourishes that looks enraged. They speak in a distorted voice, as if through a tube, that sounds androgynous.
Twist - she/her - a half gold, half white mask with a slight smile, which speaks in a deep and sonorous feminine voice. She is patient and scheming. ]
-Some kind of fucking spooksperson-
[Smiling Jack, Mendel’s Infernal Servant]
If you walk past Infernal Arms and Armor at midday, you may hear the clinking of glass on glass at one of the soot-covered windows. A whisper can be heard.
“Hey! Hey, over here!”
There is a bottle of orange goop with a jack-o-lantern face crudely floating in it. Are these… pumpkin guts?
“Hey, c’mere! I just wanna talk. God I’m so lonely. How’s it goin’?”
With their master’s machinations on the horizon, Mendel’s Court of Fools takes to the town to prime their audience. They can be found in remote shadows and dark corners, but it’s so important to get the crowd in the right mood for a show, wouldn’t you agree?
-Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss-
[Blanche, the Baroness of Blank]
Sometime nearing or after dark, if you’re still wandering the streets, there are a number of things that can still find you even when you stick to the paths of lit lanterns.
“You’re missing something, aren’t you?” The jolly voice comes from behind you. Should you turn, you’ll see a woman dressed almost entirely in white aside from thin red lips and thin red pinstripes. Her eyes are even white, including her pupils, so that they very nearly blend into the rest of her face if not for her big, white lashes creating a bit of depth. She smiles, revealing perfectly white teeth all in straight rows. She hangs upside down--- from a rafter, a shop sign, a tree branch, or nothing all.
Climbing down and righting herself with acrobatic ease, she continues to wear that cheshire smile. “I can always tell when someone is missing something. Or needs to lose something. Perhaps that sounds more like you. If you’d like, I can find it for you. Or unfind it. Your choice.”
- Damn, that's a really creepy doll-
[Seemingly, the Thane of the Capricious]
There is an alleyway in town, hidden behind the Oak & Iron. It is rarely used except by stray cats. Hidden there, among the garbage, you will find what looks to be a pile of broken gears and metal junk, entwined with bits of fabric. Four masks lay strewn about. But upon inspection, the gears creak to life suddenly, and an automaton begins to build itself quickly with the pleasant clinking of small metal pieces against one another, and in moments, there is a figure before you that tips its hat before placing it on its head. The masks are seated in a circle around what would be its head, and the one in front is an expressionless mask with a large, golden crack down the center.
It whispers to you sharply. “What are you?”
[ Seemingly has four masks that each have their own personalities, voices, and even pronouns. They are as follows:
Hollow - it/its - a white mask with gold flourishes and a golden forehead gem, and a blank expression which speaks in a harsh whisper. Its intent is to be threatening and cut to the heart of you. It was broken once, and now bears a striking crack filled with gold.
Glee - he/him - a white mask with golden clown paint on the eyes and a wicked, twisted grin, along with a prominent nose. He is sinister and jolly and speaks with a masculine falsetto.
Wrath - they/them - a pure gold mask with black flourishes that looks enraged. They speak in a distorted voice, as if through a tube, that sounds androgynous.
Twist - she/her - a half gold, half white mask with a slight smile, which speaks in a deep and sonorous feminine voice. She is patient and scheming. ]
-Some kind of fucking spooksperson-
[Smiling Jack, Mendel’s Infernal Servant]
If you walk past Infernal Arms and Armor at midday, you may hear the clinking of glass on glass at one of the soot-covered windows. A whisper can be heard.
“Hey! Hey, over here!”
There is a bottle of orange goop with a jack-o-lantern face crudely floating in it. Are these… pumpkin guts?
“Hey, c’mere! I just wanna talk. God I’m so lonely. How’s it goin’?”
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That's all he gets out before she whirls him around, faster than a chopper blade, faster than the worst spins he's ever gotten after too much of Hawkeye's gin. It's so fast that his feet can't even manage to stumble. His stomach lurches hard enough that he doesn't have to fake it at all anymore, and...
...why was he faking a stomachache in the first place?
Wasn't there something he forgot, back at the Leeds estate?
(No, no, he's got his keys and his sending stone, that's all he needs -- )
The spinning stops, and that's what finally makes Radar stagger as his body tries to keep going. His brain really feels like it wants to keep going, sloshing back and forth around the inside of his skull like a boat in a bad storm. Wobbly, he seizes the strange woman's hands for balance. Not that it helps much with how bad he's swaying.
"Yeah." He blinks, hard, trying to focus on one point so he doesn't feel so queasy. "Yeah, um. Sorry I bumped into you, ma'am, I got real dizzy for a second there."