Atlantis | Director’s Laboratory
Vrial smiled mockingly, crooning in a metallic voice. “You misunderstand me, youngling. I’ve no intention to kill you. That would be too simple. Not befitting of my grande part, you see. No, I’ve got something far more… satisfying in mind.”
Will seemed to understand his situation. "You're... Vrail..." The ocean blue of the Hygron’s eyes were wide, frozen in dread.
The alien curled a contemptuous smirk. He stood at full height, gripping his suit coat with snowy hands. “Ahh…” His sharp teeth flashed wickedly. “So you begin to know your place, my little Lifer. Now you may be useful.”
The Director pulled out a small cassette-thing from the folds of his inner coat, clicking one of the buttons. The hanging ray machine behind him lit up, metallic parts whirring in their compartments as the spear-shaped apparatus powered up.
“I have great plans for you. With such an Elemental under my control, I will wipe out the final shred of humanity’s resistance. Appling will be mine, and I will swallow Kyra’s soul.”
He paused, dark shiny eyes glowing with hunger. “And you, Hygron. You will have the great honour of offering your Goddess to the King of the Void. And maybe…” Vrail softened his gaze, just slightly. He crooned his next temptation. “Perhaps in return... I will spare this solar system from emptiness.”
The ray machine beeped, signalling it was ready to begin.
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Appling | Plaza Alley
The performer spoke smoothly. "Your friend wanted to practice alone for now. Please, come join him in the final act? You all came in together. Must have something special, yes? Big Finale? What do you say hmm?"
Cora searched Craig’s gaze, narrowing her pale eyes. She had no idea if he was lying or not, even with her keen observational skills. There was something off about him, she couldn’t quite place it. But he didn’t give her enough evidence to justify pressing the matter further. Maybe Will really was just wandering about the circus, like she originally thought. He’s okay, we’ll meet up with him later. She thought assuredly.
It was then Yahtzee joined her, just as all performers but Craig had slunk back into the woodwork of the circus. Cora flashed the Fire-tamer a grateful glance, removing her hand from the wall. She quickly explained the situation, letting Yahtzee know Will was still no where to be seen. Her tone was mildly sardonic as she gestured to the performer. “Mister Craig here claims Will’s practicing for the Finale, and wants us all in the acts.”
She pressed her lips into a fine line, turning her full attention to Craig. “I feel something’s off, but I will believe you. We are guests here, and it would be… Hm, rude of us to not go along such a generous offer.” She grimaced, deciding to trust a fellow preformer. “Wha do we need to do?”
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Circus of Wonders | Main Tent (Outside)
The psychic eagerly accepted the five copper pieces, hiding them away within the folds of her dress. It was easy to notice her stare fall on the remaining two pieces Phil tucked away. But she remained silent, smiling ever-so knowingly at the Elemental.
He seemed to pause. "Umm... by the way Madame la Faire, have you seen either a pissed off man wearing a fedora, or maybe some of the other... new circus members strolling around here?"
She breathed in slowly, closing her eyes. “Aahhhmmm…” She snapped awake. As she looked expectantly at the crowds to their right, her other hand extended to the Hygron. She winked, beckoning to his last two coins with her fingers.
On cue, Cora, Yahtzee and Craig appeared from the hordes of people moving among the spectacles. Both Hygrons had unreadable expressions, unaware of the Madame’s prediction. Cora’s eyes were distant, withdrawn. But the firm line of her jaw hid whatever insecurities she felt. As they neared, Cora gave a quick nod to the Madame before addressing Phil.
“I’m glad you’re here. We’ve been invited to be part of the Circus’ Finale, if you want in we need to be at the Dressing Room. Have to find the right outfit for you first.” She said, gesturing for him to follow. “But we gotta hurry, m’kay?”
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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.
The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.
They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.
Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.
”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”
He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.
“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”
The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.
”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”
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Nocturnal Memoirs (2024)
"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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Thank you, thank you. Beautiful posts! I think I shall write up some posts of my own in the next couple days. :)
Excellent post, I thoroughly enjoyed reading that! And I'll try to have a respond for you in the next couple of days. :)
Ginger: I'll PM you.
[This is Cora's to-be outfit.](http://imgtest.meiliworks.com/pic/_o/48/f6/dba8c2a324b9fb24ed43f1f1c68d_480_600.jpeg) It is the same as represented in the picture except for a few things. There is no headgear, no eye-patch. Cora will carefully tear off the sleeves of the white shirt, opt-out the half-stockings for black leggings and switch the boots with new running shoes. She will also try to find knee pads.
Posted! Ginger, I want you to control the performer NPC Cora is intimidating at the moment. You up for it? :)
Jab and Yahtzee, ball's in your court again. Ginger, I'll add The Director's post tomorrow.
**Appling | Circus of Wonders, North Side**
Yahtzee was immediately uncertain. *"I doubt there will be anything around here."* He said. *"I mean the circus always only transports the necessary props. Clothes just sort of got bought and sold as we went."*
“Perhaps you’re right.” Cora folded her arms briefly, looking down in thought. “Perhaps… We won't know unless we look. I mean, that looks promising.” She said, gesturing to a couple bins outside a smaller tent to their left.
The bins, upon closer examination were filled with washed, well-used garments. Probably on their second hand-me-down. The bins seemed to be waiting to be emptied at the communal garbage disposal, to Cora’s evident delight. She lifted the lid off one, going through old dresses and fake jewelry. From the delicate smile fixed to her lips, Cora’s enthusiasm was hard to miss.
The Ringleader joined them unannounced, almost surprising Cora. She stopped rifling around in the bin long enough to hear him mention Will, but not before she found a new outfit. [She draped the garments across her arm, satisfied.](http://imgtest.meiliworks.com/pic/_o/48/f6/dba8c2a324b9fb24ed43f1f1c68d_480_600.jpeg) She’d go change after the leader of the circus spoke.
The Ringleader smiled. *"The last time I saw him he seemed to be quite distressed. A girl approached him, they talked and he followed. Down there.”*
Cora’s heart skipped a beat. *Shit…* She looked guiltily down at the bin, regretting the moment she let Will wander from the tent. She should have spoken up, made him stay. Ugh, how frustrating...
Despite herself, Cora felt pressed to jog down the dim alley, coming across a few circus performers who refused to meet her wide eyes. They quickly dispersed as she approached, and would have disappeared completely had she not pinned one by placing a hand on the wall in front of him. Her grace was almost disarming.
“Hey. How’s it going, jack?” She said, humor somehow woven into the cold, pissed off look in her eyes. “Do you know what happened to my friend in a fedora...?” She asked, pale eyes glinting.
**Appling | Main Circus Tent’s Entrance**
A thin lady with a psychic’s head wrap exited the circus tent, quickly moving past Phil before stopping. She slowly turned, almost sniffing the air for a scent. Her eyes latched on Phil’s and she marched back. “You, sir. You’ve caught Madame La Faire’s eye.”
She firmly grasped the elemental’s hand with bony fingers, red-painted nails tracing the palm lines. “Virgo, serious-natured, doesn’t do well in crowds… Hmmm.”
Her gaze snapped up. “Mr. Ripley, I see… Darkness. Your childhood was filled with darkness. Someone you loved… Your parents? They were in cramped spaces, treading where muffled voices echoed off crumbling walls. I feel a malicious intent, something’s lacking. A scarcity, yes.”
She focused intently on him, pulling his hand closer. “They were removed, weren’t they… Because of a dwindling amount of resources…”
The psychic merely sighed, examining the creases of Phil’s hand again. “It’s more common of a story that one would care to imagine, I’m afraid.” She said, quietly tutting. “There isn’t much else I can read except-- ...Oop! What’s this?”
She stared intently at his hands before drawing a solemn gaze to his eyes. “There’s… such tragedy. A broken heart. Years of silence and uncertainty. Yet… a hope. A strange, fuzzy feeling of hope. A chance to do something great, or vile. The path ahead is dark...” She furrowed her brows, as if trying to piece together what it all meant. It was several uncomfortable moments before she came back from her thoughts, a cheeky grin flashing across her round face.
“That’ll be five copper pieces, please.~”
Yahtzee: I say yaaaaaay. xD
[Edit: And congrats on making the 300th post in the IC. (>owo)> ~*]
Posts are coming along nicely. I reeaally want new clothes though, so Cora gonna go looting through the dressing rooms. ;) I also have a random event for Jab, which will be posted tonight.
**Appling | Circus of Wonder**
Yahtzee showed panic on his face, turning toward the tent entrance. There was urgency in his voice. *"Come on! Let's go find Wil!"*
Cora rolled her eyes. “You’re embarrassing me. I’m sure he’s f-” But Yahtzee wouldn’t hear it, already heading out. She stared apologetically at his teacher. She noted how he seemed to be ‘in on the secret’. She would have need to speak with him later. “Um. We’ll be right back.”
She joined Yahtzee outside, and together they circled the plaza. Occasionally they called out Will’s name, but to no avail. He was no where to be seen. At this point Cora still wasn’t too worried, certain he was in a tent somewhere enjoying the many sights of the circus.
“Don't fret so much, Yahtzee. I’m sure he’s enjoying popcorn and scantily dressed ladies.” She said sarcastically, trying to get him to at least smile. Those weren’t Will’s tastes at all, but it would be funny if they caught him with the circus mistresses.
“Let’s search again later. For now, we need to regroup with Phil and the others and plan what the hell we’re doing next. M’kay?” Cora said, pulling at the loose threads of her dirty hoodie. “Maybe they have clothes they’d be willing to donate…”
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**Atlantis | Director’s Laboratory**
Will’s screams grated The Director’s sensitive ears. He growled, closing the distance between him and the Elemental. He grabbed the crystal around Will’s neck with a lithe grip, making it glow again. Not enough to send Will under comatose again, but it would exhaust Will to a point his eyes would beg to be rested. For a time, this would pacify the firey Elemental.
“I’m ashamed.” His metallic voice whispered maliciously. “You act nothing of Kyra’s final warriors. You give no respect to the element you were born with. Honestly, Fire might have suited you better, given your temper.”
Vrail stared him dead in the eye, moving a couple paces from the tilted metal bed. “Although, I understand where your rage is coming from. I did have your friends killed, after all...” He smiled cruelly. “Correction: Tortured then killed. Their screams were delightfully *hopeless*.”
He chuckled before leveling a dark stare at Will. The weight of his alien eyes were almost tangible, having a naturally frightening effect. He spoke slowly, bearing the full force of his authority as Ruler of the Decaying Worlds.
“Do you even know whom it is you speak to, Lifer?”
Finally posted~ I'll let you strike first.
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