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[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=6]R[/size][size=4]azael winced when Cantor spoke up about the Raphael's injuries, looking down. Right. Perhaps the pearlcatcher had caught onto how bad this could be. He listened to what he had to say about the school, causing him to smile a little. He wondered if Cantor would like to visit, if only briefly, to see the school itself. The hoverview vales tethered down for outdoor classes, the twisting crystalline structure over the river near the Starwood Strand... and the beasts that lurked in the ruins of the city he'd once called home.[/size]
[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=5][i]"Well dear, if you ever find the chance to drop by, there are classes aimed for grown drakes!"[/i][/size]
[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=6]H[/size][size=4]e looked at the dragons who had gone with them so far, thinking about what Cantor had to say. He tried to not be obvious as he glanced at the guests around them, then dropped his own voice to a whisper.[/size]
[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=5][i]"Reminds me of sleepwalking, in a way. But I did notice... I think one of them was floating along, actually. Makes me wonder if they might be hiding something. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/14550941]One of our scholars[/url] hides her failed invisibility spell by just... wearing an entire wardrobe. She's the one to take guards in training out to test themselves in the more dangerous walks of Sornieth, but appearing as a pile of clothes to opponents... well, it works for her, at least. Some of these remind me of her."[/i][/size]
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[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=6]H[/size][size=4]ochmael listens to Parvuil, noting the tundra seems to know what he's talking about. He nods to himself, remembering the two coatls who worked with him in the guard. That, as well as... well, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/71616515]that little fae[/url] rarely made herself known, but when she did, it was almost always with word of the calmer dead and how they were faring. One could very easily become lost on the other side if [b]that[/b] was how they chose to speak. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62799774]A certain pallid imperial[/url] came to mind, albeit briefly, before he shook his head.[/size]
[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=5][i]"Binding magic, and illusions. I can't help but recall one of the scholars back home with that. He'd have a field day here, just trying to outwit the locals."[/i][/size]
[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=6]H[/size][size=4]e shakes the thought away with a shiver, looking at the stalls closer. It reminded him of warnings often whispered in the Starwood, remnants of the Tangled Wood faction that had made the move to the arcaneflight some time ago. Never give your name, never accept gifts, and for the love of the eleven [b]never insult the locals.[/b] He sighs to himself as he catches sight of trace threads of magic. So very similar to Zerah...[/size]
[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=5][i]"You're right though. Magic everywhere with this place. As for speaking with the dead... I know there's more than one approach to it, but each has it's dangers. Probably best to stear clear of it unless you're willing to risk your own life, or perhaps sanity, in the process. Sometimes, there isn't even a trace of you left to mourn if you fail."[/i][/size]
[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=6]H[/size][size=4]e knew all too well how such magic could go awry, how it could twist drakes into something even the Eleven would falter at. It truly was best to do your research first, if you should even do such a thing at all.[/size]
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[columns][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yYMckCFm/extra-birb.png[/img][nextcol][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=4][b]@Disillusionist Razael seems a little disappointed in himself for letting it slip Raphael was bitten, but is eager to change the subject. Of course he covers some of the basics in magic for younger years, and a home ed course in between those, but he knows there are advanced courses for adults. He's wary of the visitors as well. As for Hochmael, he recalls that there have been others in his life who have found their own ways to commune with the dead. The coatl siblings seem to have it down to a fine art, but he's wary of two others who've taken up the craft. The imperial in particular has a nasty habit of vanishing when he does this, after all...[/b][/size][/columns]
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[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=4](Tiny little chipmunk voice, and Hochmael's just nodding along taking him as seriously as he possibly can. Pure coincidence that I have a guy who may or may not bind others through his lessons in advanced magical defense too, just casually giving Hochmael flashbacks to just how rough dealing with him can be. One slip up and suddenly you owe him debts you can never really pay off... Evil teachers are fun. As an aside, the school my lot keep mentioning is sort of a full-blown multiple schools in one building situation, so ofc Razael's sitting there like "Ever consider going to university?" XD)[/size]
Razael winced when Cantor spoke up about the Raphael's injuries, looking down. Right. Perhaps the pearlcatcher had caught onto how bad this could be. He listened to what he had to say about the school, causing him to smile a little. He wondered if Cantor would like to visit, if only briefly, to see the school itself. The hoverview vales tethered down for outdoor classes, the twisting crystalline structure over the river near the Starwood Strand... and the beasts that lurked in the ruins of the city he'd once called home.
"Well dear, if you ever find the chance to drop by, there are classes aimed for grown drakes!"
He looked at the dragons who had gone with them so far, thinking about what Cantor had to say. He tried to not be obvious as he glanced at the guests around them, then dropped his own voice to a whisper.
"Reminds me of sleepwalking, in a way. But I did notice... I think one of them was floating along, actually. Makes me wonder if they might be hiding something. One of our scholars hides her failed invisibility spell by just... wearing an entire wardrobe. She's the one to take guards in training out to test themselves in the more dangerous walks of Sornieth, but appearing as a pile of clothes to opponents... well, it works for her, at least. Some of these remind me of her."
Hochmael listens to Parvuil, noting the tundra seems to know what he's talking about. He nods to himself, remembering the two coatls who worked with him in the guard. That, as well as... well, that little fae rarely made herself known, but when she did, it was almost always with word of the calmer dead and how they were faring. One could very easily become lost on the other side if that was how they chose to speak. A certain pallid imperial came to mind, albeit briefly, before he shook his head.
"Binding magic, and illusions. I can't help but recall one of the scholars back home with that. He'd have a field day here, just trying to outwit the locals."
He shakes the thought away with a shiver, looking at the stalls closer. It reminded him of warnings often whispered in the Starwood, remnants of the Tangled Wood faction that had made the move to the arcaneflight some time ago. Never give your name, never accept gifts, and for the love of the eleven never insult the locals. He sighs to himself as he catches sight of trace threads of magic. So very similar to Zerah...
"You're right though. Magic everywhere with this place. As for speaking with the dead... I know there's more than one approach to it, but each has it's dangers. Probably best to stear clear of it unless you're willing to risk your own life, or perhaps sanity, in the process. Sometimes, there isn't even a trace of you left to mourn if you fail."
He knew all too well how such magic could go awry, how it could twist drakes into something even the Eleven would falter at. It truly was best to do your research first, if you should even do such a thing at all.
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@Disillusionist Razael seems a little disappointed in himself for letting it slip Raphael was bitten, but is eager to change the subject. Of course he covers some of the basics in magic for younger years, and a home ed course in between those, but he knows there are advanced courses for adults. He's wary of the visitors as well. As for Hochmael, he recalls that there have been others in his life who have found their own ways to commune with the dead. The coatl siblings seem to have it down to a fine art, but he's wary of two others who've taken up the craft. The imperial in particular has a nasty habit of vanishing when he does this, after all...
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(Tiny little chipmunk voice, and Hochmael's just nodding along taking him as seriously as he possibly can. Pure coincidence that I have a guy who may or may not bind others through his lessons in advanced magical defense too, just casually giving Hochmael flashbacks to just how rough dealing with him can be. One slip up and suddenly you owe him debts you can never really pay off... Evil teachers are fun. As an aside, the school my lot keep mentioning is sort of a full-blown multiple schools in one building situation, so ofc Razael's sitting there like "Ever consider going to university?" XD)
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"I might just take you up on that offer," Cantor says with a laugh. "I've been...erm, isolated for quite some time and could use some help catching up. Some history classes would be useful."
He listens to Razael's story about his clanmate and nods. "I was thinking the same thing. So many masks...I don't think it's just a local custom. I've seen prepackaged glamors tied to similar objects. Best to avoid bumping into these folks." He moves carefully as he speaks, giving a particularly large passerby a wide berth. "If we accidentally dislodge their enchantments, I doubt we'll like what we see underneath."
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"Too true." The Tundra sighs bleakly. "The magic itself isn't inherently [i]bad[/i], I'll admit that much. Unfortunately, those who tend to seek it out also tend to be of...a certain type, shall we say.
"And frankly, I'd be glad if there weren't any [i]traces[/i] left of such failures." He scowls and pushes through the crowd, heading for a faint glow he assumes is the carousel. "Sometimes those accursed leftovers are more trouble than they're worth."
((@/ClockworkEclipse Lol yeah, I'm just imagining the camera doing a dramatic closeup on Pravuil's face as he delivers a somber monologue...and then it cuts to a wide shot of Hochmael looking down at this tiny little orange dot that's ranting in a chipmunk voice. xD
Evil teachers, ooh yes. Cantor in particular would be very bothered by that. ))
"I might just take you up on that offer," Cantor says with a laugh. "I've been...erm, isolated for quite some time and could use some help catching up. Some history classes would be useful."
He listens to Razael's story about his clanmate and nods. "I was thinking the same thing. So many masks...I don't think it's just a local custom. I've seen prepackaged glamors tied to similar objects. Best to avoid bumping into these folks." He moves carefully as he speaks, giving a particularly large passerby a wide berth. "If we accidentally dislodge their enchantments, I doubt we'll like what we see underneath."
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"Too true." The Tundra sighs bleakly. "The magic itself isn't inherently
bad, I'll admit that much. Unfortunately, those who tend to seek it out also tend to be of...a certain type, shall we say.
"And frankly, I'd be glad if there weren't any
traces left of such failures." He scowls and pushes through the crowd, heading for a faint glow he assumes is the carousel. "Sometimes those accursed leftovers are more trouble than they're worth."
((@/ClockworkEclipse Lol yeah, I'm just imagining the camera doing a dramatic closeup on Pravuil's face as he delivers a somber monologue...and then it cuts to a wide shot of Hochmael looking down at this tiny little orange dot that's ranting in a chipmunk voice. xD
Evil teachers, ooh yes. Cantor in particular would be very bothered by that. ))
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Of all things a festival wasn't quite what Caladorn expected their next place to be. He wanted to find some joy in it, try and relax himself, but after everything that has happen. He couldn't help but feel that waning dread on him, the moon was still hanging above them, and he knew it would only get bigger as the night would go on. He didn't know what exactly he was looking for in a place such as this to begin with, he wasn't used to this, he had never really been one to visit areas such as this, he felt like a lost child. All he could hope was that he wouldn't make two much of a fool of himself in the process.
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The fancy clothing was new to him as well, he'd worn nice things before, [i]of course[/i], but to actually sit down and plan an outfit out, well, that, was newer to him. He didn't have the most expensive taste, but he liked to thing he was well-put together enough to fit-in.
He'd just look around first, taking note of Cantor as he'd approach him, giving him a smile, although there was still wariness to his features. [b][color=#41573e]"I am, okay, we will both be okay, for now least I can hope."[/b][/color] He'd says, trying to sound reassuring. [b][color=#41573e]"I hope you are feeling better, for now, we can just hope to keep an eye out for the others."[/b][/color] He would simply put.
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If Kali wasn't in a sour mood before, she sure was by the time she'd finally gotten to the carnival.
She hated every single moment of it. The amount of people, the bright lights, the loud music and the ever building dread in the pit of her stomach. She was not wearing her armor, her sword, any of her chains, her gear was not on her like it usually would. And she loathed it, loathed not having her defenses, loathed the situation she was in, loathed the crowd she was in. But all she could do for now was merely stand in the background, stewing in her own emotions, none of them good.
Caladorn would turn to face Kali every now and then, but she would merely flicker between him, and then the others, anger, still clearly in her eyes after their last fight.
{Caladorn would choose to go to [b]The Ring[/b]!}
{Kali, much to her own loathing, would choose the [b]The Carnival![/b]}
{@Disillusionist}
Of all things a festival wasn't quite what Caladorn expected their next place to be. He wanted to find some joy in it, try and relax himself, but after everything that has happen. He couldn't help but feel that waning dread on him, the moon was still hanging above them, and he knew it would only get bigger as the night would go on. He didn't know what exactly he was looking for in a place such as this to begin with, he wasn't used to this, he had never really been one to visit areas such as this, he felt like a lost child. All he could hope was that he wouldn't make two much of a fool of himself in the process.
The fancy clothing was new to him as well, he'd worn nice things before,
of course, but to actually sit down and plan an outfit out, well, that, was newer to him. He didn't have the most expensive taste, but he liked to thing he was well-put together enough to fit-in.
He'd just look around first, taking note of Cantor as he'd approach him, giving him a smile, although there was still wariness to his features.
"I am, okay, we will both be okay, for now least I can hope." He'd says, trying to sound reassuring.
"I hope you are feeling better, for now, we can just hope to keep an eye out for the others." He would simply put.
If Kali wasn't in a sour mood before, she sure was by the time she'd finally gotten to the carnival.
She hated every single moment of it. The amount of people, the bright lights, the loud music and the ever building dread in the pit of her stomach. She was not wearing her armor, her sword, any of her chains, her gear was not on her like it usually would. And she loathed it, loathed not having her defenses, loathed the situation she was in, loathed the crowd she was in. But all she could do for now was merely stand in the background, stewing in her own emotions, none of them good.
Caladorn would turn to face Kali every now and then, but she would merely flicker between him, and then the others, anger, still clearly in her eyes after their last fight.
{Caladorn would choose to go to
The Ring!}
{Kali, much to her own loathing, would choose the
The Carnival!}
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Disillusionist}
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Before taking his leave of the main group, Cantor smiles at Caladorn and replies, "I'm glad to hear you've both recovered. Your outfits are very well put together, I must say. You look as splendid as some of these fairgoers. For once," he says, with a rather self-conscious chuckle, "I'm the one who's standing out."
Now, walking through the carnival, he can't help but regret those words a bit. His somber clothing usually helps him avoid attention, but here, he stands out like an inkblot on an otherwise bright painting.
He notices Kali's discomfort and can't help commenting, "For all this place's cheerfulness, I don't think I want to spend more than a few hours here. I wish I'd taken the time to don an outfit like yours. I'm beginning to feel ill at ease."
Before taking his leave of the main group, Cantor smiles at Caladorn and replies, "I'm glad to hear you've both recovered. Your outfits are very well put together, I must say. You look as splendid as some of these fairgoers. For once," he says, with a rather self-conscious chuckle, "I'm the one who's standing out."
Now, walking through the carnival, he can't help but regret those words a bit. His somber clothing usually helps him avoid attention, but here, he stands out like an inkblot on an otherwise bright painting.
He notices Kali's discomfort and can't help commenting, "For all this place's cheerfulness, I don't think I want to spend more than a few hours here. I wish I'd taken the time to don an outfit like yours. I'm beginning to feel ill at ease."
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With the help of the healers, Rogue was able to get back into decent shape. He was grateful for Hochmael's assistance, though his words echoed in the back of his head throughout the evening.
When Pravuil came to thank him, Shun just gave a curt nod and grunt in turn. He didn't think it was anything to really thank him for in particular, but he didn't completely dismiss the notion.
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When Father Herald finally showed up once more to give the group their next destination, Shun couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain of where they were headed. The circus was not something he wanted to really go to. He did not have a good feeling about this in the slightest. The mirror had no interest in engaging with the shenanigans of the circus itself; he was just there to investigate.
He decided to [b]enter the ring[/b], as he sensed there may be the most trouble there. There, he spied Calodorn and Mameluke, silently observing both for a short time before shifting attention elsewhere.
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Konstantin was a little more indifferent to the notion of going to the circus. He couldn't quite tell if that nagging feeling he had was because of nature of this particular circus or if something more sinister was at play outside of the fact that some of the ashes were supposed to be here.
It was probably a little bit of both, he figured. After considering his options, [b]the Gaoler decided to go to the Carousel[/b].
As Konstantin noticed Hochmael and Pravuil there, he dipped his head at the two as a friendly greeting.
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Rogue was a little apprehensive about this circus. He's heard of more than a few cases of deranged and haunted carnivals and the like. But, he figured there might be at least something decent there. He wasn't about to let his guard down, but he could at least act like he's an entertained guest or something while he was there. [b]He went on to the Carnival[/b] to see what sorts of weird things might be about.
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Day 5
With the help of the healers, Rogue was able to get back into decent shape. He was grateful for Hochmael's assistance, though his words echoed in the back of his head throughout the evening.
When Pravuil came to thank him, Shun just gave a curt nod and grunt in turn. He didn't think it was anything to really thank him for in particular, but he didn't completely dismiss the notion.
When Father Herald finally showed up once more to give the group their next destination, Shun couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain of where they were headed. The circus was not something he wanted to really go to. He did not have a good feeling about this in the slightest. The mirror had no interest in engaging with the shenanigans of the circus itself; he was just there to investigate.
He decided to
enter the ring, as he sensed there may be the most trouble there. There, he spied Calodorn and Mameluke, silently observing both for a short time before shifting attention elsewhere.
Konstantin was a little more indifferent to the notion of going to the circus. He couldn't quite tell if that nagging feeling he had was because of nature of this particular circus or if something more sinister was at play outside of the fact that some of the ashes were supposed to be here.
It was probably a little bit of both, he figured. After considering his options,
the Gaoler decided to go to the Carousel.
As Konstantin noticed Hochmael and Pravuil there, he dipped his head at the two as a friendly greeting.
Rogue was a little apprehensive about this circus. He's heard of more than a few cases of deranged and haunted carnivals and the like. But, he figured there might be at least something decent there. He wasn't about to let his guard down, but he could at least act like he's an entertained guest or something while he was there.
He went on to the Carnival to see what sorts of weird things might be about.
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[b][color=#41573e]"Your a very kind one,"[/b][/color] Caladorn say with his usual smile, but pause at the man's next comment. He'd just would tilt his head at Cantor, before shaking his head with a gentle laugh. [b][color=#41573e]"You look fine lad, we're all well, just here for a good time least a little bit aren't we? Enjoy yourself I say,"[/b][/color] He'd encourage. [b][color=#41573e]"As long as your having fun in the end, that's all should matters."[/b][/color]
Kali would note as the Pearlcatcher's comment, and poke her head down at him.
[color=#702525][b]"I have no fondness for places like this."[/b][/color] She'd tell him, grumbling at every person who gave her a look.
[color=#702525][b]" ... Everything here, everyone here, is, two loud, two bright, for my liking."[/b][/color] Kali says, putting her clear distaste in the nicest way she is capable of. [color=#702525][b]" ... You should not worry to much, this is all just, cloth, at the end of the day, besides, I only changed due to the fact Caladorn wouldn't stop bothering me about it."[/b][/color] She huffs, giving the older man a glare, but he'd just laugh softly.
[b][color=#41573e]"I thought it would be a ... Nice, change, of pace, to feel all dressed up, I think."[/b][/color] Caladorn would say casually. [b][color=#41573e]"Though, mind you, I have no idea if any of this looks good,"[/b][/color] He said, shrugging at his clothes. [b][color=#41573e]"But, I can only try I guess, I mean, I think I least look a [i]little[/i] dapper, [i]right[/i]?"[/b][/color]
[color=#702525][b]" ... You look somehow even [i]older[/i]."[/b][/color]
[b][color=#41573e][i]"I always look old to you!"[/i][/b][/color]
{@Disillusionist}
"Your a very kind one," Caladorn say with his usual smile, but pause at the man's next comment. He'd just would tilt his head at Cantor, before shaking his head with a gentle laugh.
"You look fine lad, we're all well, just here for a good time least a little bit aren't we? Enjoy yourself I say," He'd encourage.
"As long as your having fun in the end, that's all should matters."
Kali would note as the Pearlcatcher's comment, and poke her head down at him.
"I have no fondness for places like this." She'd tell him, grumbling at every person who gave her a look.
" ... Everything here, everyone here, is, two loud, two bright, for my liking." Kali says, putting her clear distaste in the nicest way she is capable of.
" ... You should not worry to much, this is all just, cloth, at the end of the day, besides, I only changed due to the fact Caladorn wouldn't stop bothering me about it." She huffs, giving the older man a glare, but he'd just laugh softly.
"I thought it would be a ... Nice, change, of pace, to feel all dressed up, I think." Caladorn would say casually.
"Though, mind you, I have no idea if any of this looks good," He said, shrugging at his clothes.
"But, I can only try I guess, I mean, I think I least look a little dapper, right?"
" ... You look somehow even older."
"I always look old to you!"
{@
Disillusionist}
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The images of battle run through Ciarre's head even days after the encounter. A beast had fought her one on one! Did it deem her strong and worthy enough to take her on alone? Or was she supposed to be an easy pick, but proved otherwise? She didn't know, but any option was good. It had been a fun fight.
The travelling circus is intriguing to Ciarre. Its whimsical atmosphere reminds her of her travelling partner, Orias. He would have loved to come to a place like this. She chooses to explore [b]the ring[/b], which is somewhere Orias would have chosen. She hopes she can get some nice stories to tell him when they reconvene later.
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"Oh, is it?" Minghui answers with a smile. He has met a couple of mediums on his journey before, but mostly to learn more about his skill. Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, perhaps. "It means I can speak to those who have passed, as long as they have a spirit. It doesn't need to be fully intact, but it's definitely smoother to communicate if it's an undamaged and intact one."
He pauses to choose where to go, and decides to examine [b]the carousel[/b] along with the Pearlcatcher. "Sometimes I can see them as if they were any other dragon, while sometimes I can only hear their voices. It depends on how the spirit wants to appear to me, and also their strength level." He frowns at the circus before them. "Strangely though, throughout this entire investigation, I haven't encountered a single spirit I can talk to."
(@cinderrain)
C I A R R E
The images of battle run through Ciarre's head even days after the encounter. A beast had fought her one on one! Did it deem her strong and worthy enough to take her on alone? Or was she supposed to be an easy pick, but proved otherwise? She didn't know, but any option was good. It had been a fun fight.
The travelling circus is intriguing to Ciarre. Its whimsical atmosphere reminds her of her travelling partner, Orias. He would have loved to come to a place like this. She chooses to explore
the ring, which is somewhere Orias would have chosen. She hopes she can get some nice stories to tell him when they reconvene later.
M I N G H U I
"Oh, is it?" Minghui answers with a smile. He has met a couple of mediums on his journey before, but mostly to learn more about his skill. Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, perhaps. "It means I can speak to those who have passed, as long as they have a spirit. It doesn't need to be fully intact, but it's definitely smoother to communicate if it's an undamaged and intact one."
He pauses to choose where to go, and decides to examine
the carousel along with the Pearlcatcher. "Sometimes I can see them as if they were any other dragon, while sometimes I can only hear their voices. It depends on how the spirit wants to appear to me, and also their strength level." He frowns at the circus before them. "Strangely though, throughout this entire investigation, I haven't encountered a single spirit I can talk to."
(@
cinderrain)
Quick update from mobile! I’ll be leaving this day open for another 24 hours due to work being super busy the last few days. Ill be off after tomorrow so we should still be on track to wrap up for the full moon!
Quick update from mobile! I’ll be leaving this day open for another 24 hours due to work being super busy the last few days. Ill be off after tomorrow so we should still be on track to wrap up for the full moon!
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The Cirque Macabre...why did that sound so familiar? The trio gathered together, collecting their thoughts. Conway looked over Gunnar's shoulder as he looked through his book. Father Mimir though knew why it was familiar. Father Mimir told them that it's due to some clanmates of theirs that they may be thinking of; those from the Night Circus and now running The Witch Flame Circus. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69488179]Valefar[/url]... the Puppeteer, the one who created the Witch Flame Circus with other members of the clan. Well Conway and Gunnar felt a little bit better with what's to come, being a bit more familiar with their surroundings and what could possibly happen. What surprised them more is when Father Mimir suggested that they dress the part, blend in within the circus and the patrons.
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When given choices Father Mimir thinks it's best to split up to cover more ground. He also reminds the two to keep a sharp eye out. There is a chance of seeing familiar faces or familiar names. Gunner tightened him pen as he nodded in agreement.
Conway volunteered to check out [b]the ring[/b]. Choosing his outfit based on some fellow jesters he thinks it could help him blend in.
Mimir chose [b]the carousel[/b]. He also wanted to see if the carousel may be hiding beasts, like how the Witch Flame's have a "living" carousel.
Which left Gunnar to [b]the carnival[/b]. Shiny lights and various games and food could be rather fun! But remembering Father Mimir's words, he'd need to be careful.
The Cirque Macabre...why did that sound so familiar? The trio gathered together, collecting their thoughts. Conway looked over Gunnar's shoulder as he looked through his book. Father Mimir though knew why it was familiar. Father Mimir told them that it's due to some clanmates of theirs that they may be thinking of; those from the Night Circus and now running The Witch Flame Circus.
Valefar... the Puppeteer, the one who created the Witch Flame Circus with other members of the clan. Well Conway and Gunnar felt a little bit better with what's to come, being a bit more familiar with their surroundings and what could possibly happen. What surprised them more is when Father Mimir suggested that they dress the part, blend in within the circus and the patrons.
Cirque Macabre Mimir
Cirque Macabre Conway
Cirque Macabre Gunnar
When given choices Father Mimir thinks it's best to split up to cover more ground. He also reminds the two to keep a sharp eye out. There is a chance of seeing familiar faces or familiar names. Gunner tightened him pen as he nodded in agreement.
Conway volunteered to check out
the ring. Choosing his outfit based on some fellow jesters he thinks it could help him blend in.
Mimir chose
the carousel. He also wanted to see if the carousel may be hiding beasts, like how the Witch Flame's have a "living" carousel.
Which left Gunnar to
the carnival. Shiny lights and various games and food could be rather fun! But remembering Father Mimir's words, he'd need to be careful.
DAY FIVE - RP REPLIES
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Arrow waves off Razael's apology. "It was a messy time for all of us!" She sobers quickly at Cantor's follow-up, though. "I did notice that, yes."
To Cantor, she adds, "We might not like what's underneath, but not knowing makes me just as antsy. I hope this whole thing goes quietly, for once."
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Temper watches the conversation expand around her, wide-eyed. She hadn't meant to start a whole... discussion. Her ears flatten back when Pravuil joins in, trying not to feel scolded when he's only offering sincere warnings. The conversation takes a technical turn that she can't quite follow, given she couldn't even imagine speaking to the dead a few days ago, but she pays close attention in case something important comes up.
When Minghui addresses her directly, though, she relaxes a bit more, using his bulk to shield her from the other dragons. "What do you mean by a damaged spirit? How does a spirit get, uh, not intact?"
@ClockworkEclipse @Disillusionist @Starwindrider
DAY FIVE - RP REPLIES
Arrow waves off Razael's apology. "It was a messy time for all of us!" She sobers quickly at Cantor's follow-up, though. "I did notice that, yes."
To Cantor, she adds, "We might not like what's underneath, but not knowing makes me just as antsy. I hope this whole thing goes quietly, for once."
Temper watches the conversation expand around her, wide-eyed. She hadn't meant to start a whole... discussion. Her ears flatten back when Pravuil joins in, trying not to feel scolded when he's only offering sincere warnings. The conversation takes a technical turn that she can't quite follow, given she couldn't even imagine speaking to the dead a few days ago, but she pays close attention in case something important comes up.
When Minghui addresses her directly, though, she relaxes a bit more, using his bulk to shield her from the other dragons. "What do you mean by a damaged spirit? How does a spirit get, uh, not intact?"
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ClockworkEclipse @
Disillusionist @
Starwindrider
