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[BarrenThin2]

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The good news was that, as they were magically brought to a stage after the fight and forced to introduce themselves, Reverentia could once again take advantage of the fact that she was not just a normal Hobgoblin in a mask. As far as magic was concerned, Reverentia Mortir and Mori, the Dark Valkyrie of Dragua were two separate people. If she were in the guise of Reverentia and one tried to locate the other magically, or vice versa, the magic would simply fail. Similarly, magic that compelled her to reveal information or tell the truth did so according to the identity she presently took on. Presently, she was Mori, not Reverentia. Not that anyone present likely cared about her secret identity at all, but Reverentia was always... well, frankly, a bit paranoid.

She didn’t fight it much. There was little point. Similar to Blake, Reverntia spoke with little flair, tilting her head back to stare down her mask at the crowd with obvious disdain. “I am Mori. The Dark Valkyrie of Dragua.” As with the others, she took her position off the stage, glaring at the twins with vitriol in her eyes. If she had her way, neither of them would be leaving alive.

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[Twice Knightly]

Mabel, for her part, gives Raz the smugest grin imaginable. Her hand firmly rests on her hip as she leans forward, ever so slightly.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean."

As she speaks in a tone that's all too knowing, she turns just in time to watch Reverentia leave. That nasty glare is met with a friendly little wave.

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[CocoaMarshmallow]

(Note: Clovis' origin comic is not for anyone under 18+ due to mature themes! Please don't read it if under 18!)

CLOVIS
Interactions: Twice Knightly (Gleeful Twins)
Around: EVERYONE?!

After a while, Clovis had finally made his way to the tent where the 'Gleeful Twins,' as he had learned they were called, were holding their magic show. His previous conversations had slowed him down quite a bit, so he had to quicken his pace just to ensure that the others that had gone off by themselves hadn't already been turned into toads, or even worse outright killed. While he wasn't normally one to worry about others who were more disposable than himself, this team would be his only gateway to a wider picture: the whole multiverse, perhaps even beyond, and all the universes within. And in order to expand his empire, he would need all the manpower and trust he could get...

The entrance to the tent is almost completely empty when the halfbreed arrives, save for a muscular human man covered from head to toe in markings, tied up in chains and unconscious on the ground. No doubt that's the Gleeful Twins' bodyguard, who had evidently done a poor job of keeping unwelcome guests out. Given that no one else is around, it's easy to surmise that everyone including Jason's group had already gone inside. Alas, the prince is accustomed to having magic traps laid about. His own castle was protected with several, courtesy of his own power. How he treasured every time a hire sent by an unhappy partner of his tried to sneak in only to be reduced to a pile of ash or turned into a goat. A quick cautionary check to see if there's any magic protecting the tent reveals nothing of the sort, even though he can still feel that magic streaming from inside; it's as if the Gleeful Twins want more unwelcome guests...

With a confident stride, the Keidran pulls aside the tent flaps and steps inside, lightning dancing between his fingertips and his cave flowing regally behind him.



As he'd suspected, the team is assembled inside, and they're... calmly going up to the stage and introducing themselves. A few seconds after they finish speaking, they all seem to look confused, agitated, or somewhere in between.

Mind control magic, the prince immediately guesses. Nothing unfamiliar to him at all- such spells would often be used to ensure complete obedience by more belligerent servants in Mekkan, if one was willing to throw that pesky thing called a moral compass away. Clovis himself had found no use for it- if his men were unwilling to obey his commands, then forcing them was far more trouble than just... terminating their contracts.

To think every one- or, at least, most- of these people handpicked by a group dedicated to protecting the multiverse could fall prey to magic like this so easily does nothing to help Clovis' already low expectations of them, but if the Gleeful Twins so badly wanted to play with their food like this, then so be it. The Keidran can't help but look at the girl between the two. Mabel, she's called. How she smiles, how she speaks, how she holds herself as if she's worth the world, how everyone around her can't help but gawk at her power and have no choice but to do as she says.

She's just like her.



The prince walks down the aisle, not even giving the attendees of the show so much as a glance as he passes by the rows and rows of seats. His eyes remain fixed on Mabel, staring her down, completely unblinking. Anyone who looked at him could see it- the subtle shaking of his pupils, the crazed look in his eyes, the barely contained rage masked by his ever-fixed smirk. Every step is filled with confidence and anger, as if these two twins had taken something he rightfully owns.

"Quite the audience you've managed to pull here," is all he utters, the eerie calmness in his voice betraying all emotion visible in his face.​

 

[Twice Knightly]

"Oh? And who might you be?" Mabel's eyes widen an ever so minuscule amount as she's approached by Clovis. He hadn't been here when the rest of the group showed up - yet a resident of this town, weirdness or otherwise, he is not. She recognizes the telltale signs of someone trying to hide their anger. The pained smirk, the subtle twitch of his eye, the balled-up fists. It's not a look of righteousness - no, no. This is something far more interesting. He seems to believe Mabel has encroached on his territory.



"Now you're an interesting one, aren't you~?"

She says it as clear as day, and yet as Clovis notices, he's the only one who seems to hear it. In seconds, she's smiling normally again. That fake, soft smile that she's used to win over this entire town, and hundreds more. No magic required - just a town full of idiots and a girl all too happy to exploit them. It's probably something he can relate to, Mabel figures. She can't help but wonder if his corruption runs as deep as hers. And if it does... just what will it take to break him?

"It really is quite the turnout, isn't it?" she asks, much louder this time. "Why don't you come up here and introduce yourself? You'll accomplish little just standing down there, after all."

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[megar]

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And even as Clovis makes his entrance, Josuke struts up with all the confidence of a man on a mission, practically waving him off to let him take the reins first... to which a sheepish smile crosses his face, and he awkwardly glances away.

"Name's Josuke Higashikata. I'm... just a student, actually. Sorry if that's not as interesting," he calmly and politely says, to which his brow almost immediately furrows after. What the hell was that? Was that all he could come up with? "That sounded so lame..."

He scurries back off in a huff.

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"Oi, Marisa, what are you doing?"

Actually, what is everyone doing? Reimu confusedly looks around as everyone comes on and off the stage like it's some kind of performance. She does not get why they're doing it at all. It looks and sounds kind of silly... though given everyone else is doing it, she really doesn't want to look like a weirdo.

She carefully hops up onto the stage, placing her hands at her hips.

"I'm Reimu Hakurei, the one and only Hakurei Shrine Maiden. Don't go forgetting it -- I hate repeating myself."

Reimu promptly folds her arms and hops back off like nothing had happened.

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As Veronica comes up to the stage, she almost violently twitches, putting up at least a token show of resistance only now.

"I am... Veronica. Princess... of Embla..."

An earnest terror crosses her face as she's freed of it, and she stumbles away as though trying to just escape -- though she simply opts to hide herself in the crowd, bringing a hand to her mouth and breathing heavily into it. Her eyes remain widened.

She looks like she's going to be sick -- but nothing comes out.

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"Byakuya Togami. That will be all you need to know."

Byakuya did not resist going up, nor does he seem to care as he goes back down.

 

[Laix_Lake]

(Fanart by atomicjest on Reddit)
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he states plainly. "Although, I have to ask one thing before we go off joining the others. Does anyone in this town sell mana crystals? I'm a bit low on supply."

Even with the differing interpretations around magic and such subjects, it was simple to deduce that it was some means of supplying Clovis's equivalent to focus. Still to find something like that even in Gravity falls would be a stretch of effort. Perhaps the gnomes, if they are even willing to remain on speaking terms since their last encounter.

"Unfortunately not, outside of the particular phenomenons that occur here, the rest of the town does not sell such things. And those that may have an equivalent are not on favorable terms." he said. "As minuscule as this is, I might have something."

He pulls out something from his sack and pulls out what appear to be two octahedron-shaped crystals about half the size of his hand.

A gem of infused titanite, said to be an object of infatuation for victims of stunted development.
Used in infusion to create simple weapons.
Simple weapons inflict magic damage and restore FP very gradually, to help even a simpleton muster some mettle.​

"It will not serve as a replacement, but those simple gems will facilitate a slow and gradual restoration of mana when on your person."

Granted, there was only so much gratuitous service Orbeck was willing to provide. More so for individuals of his particular inquisitive nature. But as much as he would have liked to ponder on it. He (and by extension us) don't have the time for that. So He handed the two simple gems over to Clovis and started heading out. So, now well will be skipping over to Orbeck's forced introduction.

"Don't be shy~! Come on up, the rest of you!"

Whether you like it or not, you all soon find yourselves begin walking towards up on the stage and introducing yourselves, just like Leo and Asuka. Whether you wanted to or if you resisted didn't matter. Something forced you to do so.

Like the others, he watched as various individuals walked up the stage and spoke out an introduction not out of their own accord. And there are a few that ended up wrapped in the twins nefarious antics, like Razputin and the sudden name tag appearing by his side, and provoked reaction of Clovis. While he would have wished he could simply ignore the compulsion and sit to the side as is, his wits can only do so much. So he may as well go on his own terms. So up he went. Giving Clovis some space as he makes his way up the stage. No resonance, and yet no strain.

"I am Orbeck, of Vinheim. A sorcerer."

Thankfully, he wasn't made to mention the undead curse. And the long-winded explanation that may come with that. In the sea of new arrivals, there are a few familiar faces. Most notably the faces of Sage and Hershel of all people. And a sort of vague familiarity with the shrine maiden and magician. all that is left now, is to ponder on his next course of action.

Twice Knightly CocoaMarshmallow

 

[CocoaMarshmallow]

(Note: Clovis' origin comic is not for anyone under 18+ due to mature themes! Please don't read it if under 18!)

CLOVIS
Interactions: Twice Knightly (Gleeful Twins)
Mentions: Laix_Lake (Orbeck)
Around: EVERYBODY!

She's reading him. She's staring right through him. And when she speaks, calling him 'interesting' in such a sickeningly patronizing manner, it's as if she's trying to tell him she already knows who he is. What kind of man he is.

"Why don't you come up here and introduce yourself?" that horrid voice asks. "You'll accomplish little just standing down there, after all."

It takes every ounce of willpower in his body not to try and fry her here and now. No, now's not the time, he tells himself as his heart pounds like a drum in his chest. Remember what happened the last time you rushed in. Play your cards close to your chest... like always.

"Inviting me up?" He smiles back at her as best as he can, emphasizing the first word as if to remind her that he isn't under her control.



"How welcoming of you."

The Keidran makes his way up to the stage, forcing his way past anyone else trying to come up- save for Orbeck, who had given him something of priceless value like few on Mekkan had ever seen. When he finally stands up on stage, he makes sure to step directly in front of the twins, his cape spread widely out behind him, ensuring he blocks the audience's view of these pitiful magicians as best as he can. When he opens his mouth, he speaks loudly, with pure grandeur and formality, as if to try and put all the others that had come up to shame and to drown out everything else in the room except for himself.

"My name is Clovis."

The fox-wolf halfbreed holds up his hand, allowing the crowd to see the electricity dancing between his fingers like a miniature storm.

"You may refer to me as the Prince of Greed. I'm here to make you all an offer, of a world far better than the one you know."

Instantly, the electricity in his palm turns into a ball of flame, which he slowly laces through his fingers in a small showing of his dexterity, the light from the fire lighting up his face in a warm orange glow.

"I'm not here to take commands from anyone."

The ball of flame falls into his palm, where the magical glow disappears as it becomes a ball of solid ice.



"Certainly not from a woman like you."

The ball of ice explodes into tiny shards as the Clovis glares daggers at Mabel out of the corner of his eye, his facade dropping for just long enough for her to see his true colors- which Clovis was certain she already knew of, being who she is. Then, just as fast as the expression came, it goes as he turns back to the audience.



"By the end of the night, you will know what real magic is."

With that, Clovis casts one more glare at Mabel, as if daring her to do better before leaving the stage and standing at the side of the tent. Under no circumstances will he sit down of his own free will.​

 

[BoltBeam]

It seemed that no matter how much power she had exerted in the long term. No matter how hard she fought against the puppet she was face-to-face with, it seemed like this was a fight she could not win. She grew exhausted as she steadily breathed in and out - her two weapons lowered, but still in her hands - still determined to fight as much as she could (and as much as needed).

Much like everyone else around her, she feels this strange sensation where her body started moving on its own - and try as she might to block it out, she herself is strung up and situated on one of the many chairs in the tent that was somehow still intact. She's still a little battered, bruised and notably still quite annoyed about what's going on here - but after this sensation came and went, she's only left being more confused than anything.

"What... was that feeling...?" She blurted out in a quiet, hushed tone of voice as she asked herself that question - with her blade now sheathed once more and her ballistic weapon now inactive as well, as if being controlled in such a manner had suppressed her will to fight.

When everyone else filed in not long after, all she could do for the moment was sit and watch as they all seemed to be getting strung along - one by one, they were forced onto the stage by whatever the Gleefuls were doing and having their own voices wrung out from their throats - what's even weirder is that this appears to something that none of them are willingly doing, either. The questions are still flowing - and it isn't long before she herself feels this same strange sensation as well - rising to her feet and walking up to the stage as plainly as everyone else. Even if she resisted it like earlier, she's already been overpowered - so at that point, she knew there was no point in resisting.

She stared outwardly at nobody in particular for a moment, only to then turn away with an irritated sigh before she heard her own voice escape her mouth then after. Much like a few others before her, she wasn't really putting any effort into presenting herself, at all. "Just call me Rock." She spoke as flatly as ever before she pauses and glances around awkwardly - with all of those people around, she is getting overwhelmed with all of that attention on her.

She begins to internally question who she even is in a world like this - she just feels so alien, in a world she doesn't really belong in. Before she can overwhelm herself with her own questions, she wastes no time in hurrying off the stage pretty much right after she spoke - and rushes off to try and be on her own for a while.

Spoiler: CHARACTER INFO

Hex Code: #487ea8
Font: Tahoma
Status (physically): Fine (injured)
Status (mentally/emotionally): Fine (agitated/confused)
Items: ★Rock Cannon (inactive), Black Blade (inactive), Watch (activated earlier, on right wrist)
Skills/Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed, and durability
Course of action: [BRS-brain.exe has stopped working]

Spoiler: RP INFO/INTERACTIONS

Location: Gravity Falls (Tent Of Telepathy)
Interactions: Mabel Gleeful Twice Knightly , Dipper Gleeful brandy-schmandy
Mentions: N/A
Nearby/In Group: Pretty much everyone

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Wakanda
• The Falls
• Status

• 
  Veronica's remark warranted a raised eyebrow from Kassandra, but Micah's snide remark and glare doesn't yield a similar reaction- or any at all in the first place. She wasn't too unfamiliar with such nasty looks over her appearance, after all, and she certainly wasn't going to entertain such a man for a moment. Besides, she had other things to attend to. Lazarus was the first to get her genuine attention, offering a more empathetic response than the first two strangers alongside a formal introduction. As he extended his arm, her brown eyes fell upon the man's watch; she wasn't entirely certain why, but it sort of reminded her of Isu technology. Granted, for all she knew it could be something that was created in the far future not unlike most gadgets in Blood Gulch, so she shrugged that off.
  
  "I'll be alright, thank you. I've been through far worse, and a few hours of rest should be more than enough." She still nodded gratefully for the thought, and in return extended her own hand out for a handshake. In the meantime, she turned her gaze back to Jason before thinking about his words from a few moments ago. After a couple seconds, she let off a soft hum of acknowledgement.
  
  "There was no harm done, and it was kind of my fault for not thinking about what I was wearing anyways. I don't usually wear this armor, so the last thing on my mind was looking like a certain someone..." A frown crossed her lips at the thought. The white paint job wasn't exactly her style, anyways; she figured she could try and see if the armor's color was changeable when she got time to recover. Illumina interrupted any chance she'd get to check at the moment, though, as he began cleaning her armor up without even asking. A look of mild incredulity crossed her face, but she couldn't exactly stand still when he finally offered to actually clean her wounds. For a couple moments, it seemed like she paused to try and think about how to react.
  
  I'm completely fine.
  Your help is appreciated.
  
  Eventually, she decided to nod in approval before kneeling down so Illumina wouldn't have to reach far up. Her face was the only part of her body exposed whilst in the Hephaestus Suit, but it was clear she'd still sustained a fierce beating were the bruises to go off of. The honey applied would soothe the aches she never even realized were there- mainly because she wasn't a stranger to such injuries. Still, when the animal floated a berry over to her, she balked- mainly feeling like this was a bit overkill. Still, she relented, picking up the berry with one hand.
  
  "Thank you." When she consumed the berry, she found her tongue met with a variety of flavors. Strangely enough, the only flavor missing was any semblance of sweetness; still, the taste didn't bother her whatsoever, and the foggy feeling in her mind began fading rapidly.
  
  It was at this point that the Eagle Bearer gazed over the rest of the group, which had just as much of a mixture of strange people and creatures at Blood Gulch. In the past, she would have likely thought they all belonged to various Greek myths lost to time, but after her time with the Isu she found herself completely unfazed by their appearances. She supposed that was thanks to her sixth "sense" of knowledge- and subsequently an open mind- being awakened. She just hoped this group was more competent than most of the people in her first interdimensional escapade- though even if that were the case, seeing the rest of her close comrades would make up for any idiocy that was almost certain to follow...
  
  Speaking of whom, Aloy was the last of the Blood Gulch bunch to come up to her. Still, this warranted a warm smile from the brunette; the whole party was back together, after all.
  
  "We did say we'd meet each other again. I suppose the fates have a strange way of working, huh?" She joked. Granted, these weren't the best circumstances, but she was confident she and her friends could overcome whatever was to come their way. They did it before, after all, and mainly while they'd all been stripped of their powers and special abilities.
  
  In the next few hours, Kassandra (outside of catching up with the other Blood Gulch survivors) had finally discovered that her Hephaestus suit could change colors. Granted, she probably should have guessed that long ago considering it was equipped with its own active camouflage, but the last thing she usually thought about when it came to armor was how it looked. Once she knew about this ability, it didn't take long for her to change her armor to a crimson red, complimenting the modern gray scarf that hung around her neck. That said, she decided that if she was out of combat and talking to people, she'd take her helmet off. It was a tradition of hers to do so, as it let her genuinely see someone face-to-face without masking her expressions.
  
  Eventually, it came time to use the watches Jason had mentioned to her after her unveiling. Though it was certainly foreign to her, she found herself adapting surprisingly quickly to the new device. She figured this was mostly because she could just copy off her comrades' movements, though. Regardless, after entering in the numbers and accepting her helmet back from Price, she could feel the same familiar cloud envelop her body. The last thing she did was put her helmet back on and lift her arm up for Ikaros to perch on and follow her suit.
  
• 
  Upon arriving at Gravity Falls and observing the place, Kassandra had already come to similar conclusions that the other people had- this was a little too quiet for a place that was supposedly controlled by an evil psychopath. And considering everyone rushing to the tent, she found herself quietly agreeing with the Captain and his orders. She gave Corvo a quick nod of her own- assuming he would probably like to stick to the shadows like she could- before speaking up quietly.
  
  "I'll watch over the shack from a distance. If something goes wrong, I'll make sure to let you know." She flicked her head over to a nearby tree before making her way over to it, changing her armor's color to match the wood for the time being. She hadn't really tested out the armor's active camouflage, and wasn't sure if it would use up power, so she wanted to use it somewhat sparingly.
  
  Still, it didn't matter that much; nothing really happened outside, thankfully, and it seemed like the group made a brand new friend in the form of a... goop-like being? Granted, she didn't really get a good look at him, so she was probably horribly wrong. Her mind wasn't on that, though; like the others, she became drawn to the mysterious tent. There was something about it that seemed... off, and the rest of the tent-goers weren't around the rest of the town. A quick glance through Ikaros' eyes revealed that.
  
  "Let's be careful. I had a look around town with Ikaros, and he couldn't find the people who went to the tent. It's probably some kind of trap." Kassandra remarked to the rest of the shack-goers, having removed her helmet to reveal her concerned expression. Only after she was sure her words had at least been acknowledged by the Blood Gulch party did she don her helmet and shift her paint job back to a Spartan red. Expecting the worst, she made her way into the tent, leaving Ikaros behind to watch over the tent entrance. If things went wrong, she could probably try to use him as a way to see if anything nasty was going on outside too.
  
  And things did indeed go wrong. The smug look on the female performer immediately gave her chills down her spine... and yet, despite her better judgement, she found herself getting drawn closer. The feeling was not unlike the natural urge to wield any of the Isu artifacts- powerful devices that drove their users insane and transformed them into the mythological monsters that terrorized Greece. She'd resisted the influence of those Isu artifacts, but this feeling was on a whole another level. All she could do was think to herself, as she found herself practically frozen in place.
  
  The suspicion grew even further when a blonde-haired boy was revealed in chains. When the kid didn't cooperate, he was simply thrown away into the crowd with the flick of the girl's hand. That didn't seem to matter to the crowd at all; if anything, they looked like they were practically spellbound themselves. Is everyone here under their control..?!
  
  At this point, the newcomers were all called out to "introduce" themselves. One by one, everyone clambered onto the stage, said their names, then left with similar reactions of surprise. It was almost time for her turn when a wolf-like man burst into the temple of his own will- and he seemed pissed. Thankfully, his interruption let her borrow some extra time to try and break free of her own spell.
  
  Even with experience against the mind-controlling artifacts of her world, it felt almost impossible to resist whatever magic was being placed on her. Still, when it came her time, she could at least feel the urges that were impulsively running through her mind ahead of time. Particularly, she felt inclined to remove her helmet and brandish her Spear of Leonidas like it was a toy. Though she had a feeling that resisting the main commands was unfeasible, at least she could try and somewhat control how she went about her introduction.
  
  Thus, Kassandra allowed her body to be controlled and moved to the center of the stage for her own introduction. Still sensing an impulse to show off, it took practically all her willpower to keep her hands at her sides, thus keeping her own face masked and her signature weapon hidden. For all she knew, this might not even matter, since the creepy girl had pointed out everyone's traits earlier, but she still persisted in her own little rebellion. However, though a few options for an "introduction" ran through her mind, she found herself almost immediately speaking out the truth about herself instead of a lie she could have used...
  
  My name is Kassandra of Sparta.
  
  
  I am the Meta.
  
  
  Call me Deimos.
  ...
  
  "My name is Kassandra of Sparta. Or, as some people better know me, the Eagle Bearer. Since I have blood of the gods running in me, you can consider me a demigoddess." Unfortunately, it seemed that cat was now out of the bag. She just hoped blurting out that knowledge of powerful blood wouldn't lead to trouble later down the line. She couldn't help but wince behind her helmet as she voluntarily left the stage just as soon as she left. Considering some of the other reactions, she wasn't the only one to see the host's blood spilled; however, she knew they had to at least play along for now. For one, they might need whatever knowledge this horrible girl was holding, and secondly, a failed attack could be devastating. She wanted to wait to see if there would be a more opportune moment to strike- though for that to happen, she would likely have to find a way to resist this manipulation... and hope that she wasn't called out.
  
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  Physical Status: Healthy
  Mental Status: Partially Brainwashed
  Location: Tent of Telepathy?
  Acquired Equipment: Spear of Leonidas, Paris’ Bow, Hero Sword, Polyphemos Cyclops Bludgeon, Aloy’s Arrows, Price’s Scarf, M374 Hephaestus Combat Suit, MPF Pager
  Text Formatting: 9e1316 color, Georgia font
  Direct Mentions: Lazarus QizPizza , Jason/Mabel Twice Knightly , Illumina CocoaMarshmallow , Aloy @darkred, Price @jigglesworth
  Indirect Mentions: Veronica megar , Micah allegedlydave , Corvo StaidFoal , Venom DR_EDY. , Ryuji alley-cat-boogie , Clovis CocoaMarshmallow
  Nearby: Everyone lol
  Dialogue Tree Legend:
  Regular text - Dialogue option (not chosen)
  Gray text - Already Spoken
  Gold bolded text - Chosen option
  
  
  - Lie
  
  Links:
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[allegedlydave]

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Inside the man known as Ling Yao's body, two souls converse.

"If they don't know about our souls... we can use that to our advantage. Take them by surprise, at least."

"I'm not feelin' optimistic... but if there's a shot, we'd be stupid not to take it."

"I'm in agreement. There's a chance, at least. That's more than we can ask for right now."

"Alright, you sit tight. I'll make a show of this and try not to act like I'm lugging your sorry ass around."

"And if they catch on?"

"Unlike you, I know when to fold 'em. Good thing I'm driving."

"That's comforting..."

Greed offers no measure of resistance as he's compelled to the stage -- in fact, he stands in the alley and leaps straight onto the stage, landing with a twirl and slanting straight into a bow. He looks up and gives a wink to the captive audience.

"Normally I only need to introduce myself once... but I'll make an exception for you fine folks. Name's Greed -- the Avaricious."

Grumbling at the sheer hopelessness of it all, Greed settles for booting a stage light into the third row as he hops back into the aisle, again disregarding the stairs. He falls into his seat, planting his feet firmly on the armrest of the seat next to his.​

 

[Miso_Tofu2.0]

OMNI-MAN

Inside of him, there were two sides. His soul remains once and the same, but morality remains another question. In this grandiose setting of colorful haze and blinding blues, Nolan takes center stage - hovering above the stage in front of an audience - a position he had grown accustomed to in his time on Earth. Or, well, his world's Earth, as he had heard from the locals and many others enough to hone in the point. The point that he gets, but... isn't quite used to just yet.

And there he was, before his very own eyes; a scope through he had not seen in a while. The show demanded something spectacular, something with more flair. And huzzah!- Nolan Grayson carries before them something in his hand. One could only wonder:

Is it a bird?

Is it a plane?

No! It's-

RED.

All he saw was red. So fragile, so insignificant.

There was a moment of shock that struck the cords of rising stakes. Tension is plucked like a string as the shadow of something big towers over the whole area. A darkness that forms while doom awaits all of them from above. And it wasn't alone. Nolan was there, standing at the tip as he held the entire rock by one hand, staring at these... animals. His patience had been almost lost with them- in that moment of control when those strings would cut their chords.

But the Twins would witness something off.

Nolan's face hadn't changed. It was still there.

Glaring.

He could've done it. Any second and their fragile lives would be a hinderance no more. It was so easy, it should've been easy.

But he didn't.

Nolan's eyes winced once, before devolving into a sigh. The boulder had been placed aside as he had descended from his place, turning to the audience in a solemn, shameful look.

"... Nolan. Nolan Grayson."

One glance and he was off.​

 

[Miso_Tofu2.0]

Flandre Scarlet
━━━━━━━ ● ━━━━━━━

Meanwhile, the other in red dances to a melancholic tune. The keys of the piano and the strings of the violin presenting an unsettling, classical tempo mixed with the heavy thumps fiddling with the mood. It was undoubtedly reminiscent of Renaissance music, perhaps signifying someone of royal and nobel heritage.

But the unstable beat and modern synchrony unravels a dark secret - chaotic innocence once in a crowd - the Devil's symphony.

La la la, la la la
I feel something thump
Is that the sound of your heart, I wonder?~

Kagome, kagome
Who was it, who rang it?
The sound of a bell
A voice whispered,

It was me,

U.N. OWEN

"FLANDRE SCARLET!~"


The girl in red simply laughs cheerily. Blissful smiles, an audience to entertain. Not the biggest fan of the bright lights, but anything was better than the rays of the Sun itself. Flandre hummed as she bowed; holding both ends of her skirt as her head held low. In her head, a crowd would cheer--

CRUSH.

--until there were none.

In one last boom, Flandre Scarlet bids her slight farewell to center stage, skipping away happily as what remained of the boulder was left blown into nothing but dust.​

 

[brandy-schmandy]

"Yeah, you do know, don't lie!"

Alright, he can do this, he's a Psychonaut for crying out loud! He can't seem like he's bluffing, these guys would do the same to him - maybe worse!

With those thoughts in mind, the Aquato focuses for a moment...

PEW!

He PSI-blasts right by their feet - a warning shot, it seems.

Raz narrows his eyes, though there's the slightest shakiness to his stance. He's nervous, but surely just a little! Right?​

 

[bluefrostie2]

Spoiler: RP Info

Interactions: Twice Knightly (GM & Gleeful Twins)

Mentions: ...

Silver watches in upmost confusing as everyone from the team made their way on stage, introducing themselves casually after seeing what happened to Ryuji back then. It didn't make sense at all, until he started considering the possibilities. They weren't-

Light on his foot, the hedgehog made his way towards the stage, giving the audience a quick wave. "My name is Silver the Hedgehog, but you can just call me Silver." And as quick as he arrived, so did he exit.

Reaching the crowd again, Silver's face contorts for a moment before falling to heaviness as he turns to stare at the show hosts. Distraught is evident. "Why are you...?"​

 

[bluefrostie2]

Spoiler: RP Info

Interactions: Twice Knightly (GM)

Mentions: ...

He doesn't trust this show, simple as that. Last time he met a cheerful magician frog, he was a completely vengeful maniac. To be fair, there was some basis on that sentiment, but it didn't give him any right to do that spell thing. After all-

Sprig hops from his seat onto the stage, landing flawlessly whilst holding two peace signs up in the air. "Hello, everybody! Sprig Plantar is on the scene!" At the end, he just flips back onto the same seat.

After it's all said and done, Sprig stares into nothingness, soon sinking onto his chair. "Aaaauugh. Not again."​

 

[alley-cat-boogie]

Nothing Ryuji sees in the tent sticks out to him. He groans, hoping there would at least be some sort of backstage area. As far as he knew, his only options were to run or try and help the others.

And he wasn't the type to leave people behind to die.
(Or worse, be stuck as these little shitstains' slaves for the rest of their lives.)

So, he watched. As each person gave their introduction, he noted Razputin's reaction specifically. They somehow even managed to clock everybody's powers... Shit, that's probably how they knew about him, too. So it had to be something with those twins. He squints up at them, trying to see if one of them had anything, or were wearing anything, that may be the source of their powers.

As he does, he stands up, hand brushing the sides of the aisle seats as he heads to the back.

---

Mentioned: Razputin ( brandy-schmandy )​

 

[Nokirathephantom]

"I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away...!"
​

---

How did nobody else except them understand the atmosphere of the situation? The audience was completely entranced in the twins' performance and personalities, whooping and cheering at every trick, and every introduction. He had no choice but to watch as everyone from the group sauntered up to the stage with no problems, some returning to their seats in discomfort, others in flat-out terror, while a growing anxiety was starting to boil up inside of him.

He could feel the lights of the tent start to grow harsher and his back sinking into his seat, his fingers tensing up on his armrests and his body shake without him even realizing it. He was realizing all to quickly what these two were up to: They weren't the guests of honor in this place. They were--

...

Shinji, although a bit shocked from the offer to come up on stage and give some words of introduction, even looking around the audience to make sure the twins didn't accidentally ask for anyone else, nonetheless rose from his seat and politely made his way up to the stage. It's not like he had stage fright, after all he's performed on stage before plenty of times, but a quaint little place like this was a little bit out of his area of familiarity.

Regardless, he took a moment to scan the room before clearing his throat and putting his hands together, bowing for the audience. "My name is Shinji Ikari. I-It's, uh..." He rubbed his fingers together, looking at the ground, before looking back towards the awaiting crowd.

"It's very nice to meet you all!"

Not too flashy, but it's simple and sweet, and with that the boy hops back off of the stage and goes back to his assigned seat in the crowd. Honestly, he forgot what his voice sounded like before he heard it from microphone!

...

That wasn't his voice.

​

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Mood: Struggling, Wary, PETRIFIED
Tags:

@Twice Knightly (GM and Leo)

,

@Thexcentrichilean (Hershel)

--Art Credits--
Chiaki Morisawa Fanart [スタろぐ④] by ますぎ, minimally tweaked

Fire Flames Texture by arundel
Golden Floral Pattern from PNGkit,
original artist PaperElement?

Divider Set #02 by NorasFed, edited by me​

He is not going to cry, not going to cry, not going to- Dangit-!!

It was heartbreaking! Even if these kids hadn't known Venom for too long... Aaaagh emotions...! It was painful to watch, not because it was bad, but because it was making him want to hug everbody and cry too! And he shouldn't- So instead, Sage had been trying to keep it in, silently tearing up, looking away as he held a hand to his chin.

Gods dangit, this is hard...! And they might not even remember each other too, IT'S NOT FAIR!! It isn't even their fault...

"Hnnng--"

There are so many things that he would have liked to say!! But this isn't the place or the time, and cursed be his powers at times like theeeeese--!! At least Hershel was still there. Still not fully used to the head patting thing, but having someone that understood why it couldn't be and the frustration that came with it- That helped, that absolutely helped.

Not being able to pertake on the movement is still upsetting. Man, it probably seemed like he was weirdly avoiding it for some reason. Made him look rude; Nothing he could do about it... It's this or more fire. He's already bothered them enough... So in the current it goes, carried away with the wind...

...A hug would have been nice though.
If it wasn't so dangerous.

Oh well, duty calls...! Sounds like they're headed to the complete opposite side of town next. The pyromancer considered flying again, but given his current emotional state and how people got left behind last time, he reconsiders. It has been longer than he had planned as well, being without the armlet, so he slid it back in place. It's tight, it makes things feel off and tense, but at least it is safe.

And physical exercise is good to have! Sage fell a bit off of that even since he started heading outside home more. The Kung Fu was okay! It was just... not what he would have chosen. ..If he was allowed to choose at all, that is-

Oh hey, uhh, a white... tent.

"Anyone else having a bad feeling about this...?"

What a stupid question... He shouldn't even have raised his hand a all for that. Everyone was! It's impossible not to stare at the pure white construction and not feel like it's hiding something sinister under all those layers of fabric. ...And not just sinister- There's is something he's picking up, Magic that isn't just Irin's right beside him...

Oh he doesn't like this, he doesn't like this in the slightest...!

Annnnnd it's a magic show?? In low caps???
Yes? No...? This place is giving the young man all sorts of mixed sigals... And he kind of recognizes some of the people up in the stage! ...wait, why would anybody even be doing this instead of- Arrgh he knew it, something has to be wrong!!

"Release that blonde man immediately you two, u-uhhh, scoundrels...? Y-yeah!"

...Of course, with all the noise and light effects, Sage's demands reach nobody. To make matters worse he's not given the time to think of anything else, suddenly taken aback when people begin to walk up stage. I mean, other weird things have been happening, but that was the moment when his scrambled brain finally had come together for a collective 'what the hell?'

Asuka, Leo, Marisa... As much as he appreciates knowing everyone's names, this is all too wrong- It doesn't seems like they're doing this willingly?? What kind of otherworldly trickery is going on????! The pyromancer takes a step back; He's scared. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem as there's anywhere to run to, stages had full view of the area after all...

And then leave and do what?! Everyone is here! It's a closed area, filled with people... It's too risky. He can just wait. Wait in sheer terror and confusion for when they'd get him too. Is that for worse or the better?? Some of these people are just as terrifying...

Ahhh now his thoughts are not even making sense!!

Suddenly, it stops.
The erraticalness of a trapped bird looking for an open window out is no longer to be found; Why he's not even trembling anymore!

Yet inside his mind screams, this situation is both very familiar and still completely unknown... His body is taking steps further into the maw of the beast, as if ignorant of it. He doesn't want that, absolutely the least that he wants right now is to be any closer to the 'Moon Clan' twins but he can't change courses...!! The floor sizzles under each step, he can't breathe but even that much has been barred-

The pyromancer is in pain, and the world is none the wiser.

"Hiya there~!", he waves, he grins, it's almost as if he's as into the crowd as the Gleeful pair. Would be wonderful if it was true- To have something to be happy about...

"I'm Sage!", he proudly announced, stopping with his hands against the waist; The hopeful wannabe-hero, caught into a magical web of lies, "Sage Kaelber, The Phoenix Descendant! But you can just call me by 'Sey', at least some people do~"

...How cruel. Forcing him to watch that which could never be this way... He'd never be this confident or unfraid or loved. The audience doesn't know him, he doesn't know them; If they did... they wouldn't cheer.

".....gh!!!!"

They let him go. It hurts. He's free and it hurts!
Sage failed to reach a seat before flinching in anguish, nearly falling over one of the chairs. Objects combust, one of the smoke machines is no longer functional as something inside it makes a breaking sound; Behind the audience there's a half-moon of tall and confused orange flames, as if screaming in the place of their master.

Which one is bigger, he wondered; Sadness, fear, something else entirely??

WHAT EVEN IS THIS???!!

"Her... shel-...!"

Someone. Anyone!!
..Please...

 

[Sir Skrubbins]

Medic and Frank West
Interactions: Twice Knightly (Mabel) brandy-schmandy (Dipper)
Mentions: Twice Knightly (Asuka)
Medic's Font = Germania One
Frank's Font = Tahoma


Medic frowned, straightening his glasses as he watched his comrades manouevre themselves to the front row. An absolutely idiotic decision, and one he knew none (alright, some) would be stupid enough to make. Asuka, at least, should know better - but he knew full well that they weren't doing so of their own free will. They moved like empty shells - forcefully and without grace, like the machines he'd spent the last few years fighting a war against.

Clasping his hands behind his back as he, too, fell under the same spell, he steered his gaze all across the building after seating himself at the front. While others might have watched the unsettling display with fear or trepidation, particularly as the hapless teenager was flung into the gallery with them, Medic inspected closely. Like the scientist he was, he was eager to witness the outcome of this bizarre phenomenon.

Then, he watched his fellow saviours of the multiverse get up on stage, and he pursed his lips. This was slightly disappointing. He almost wished they weren't done yet - he was hoping to see the full extent of these fascinating powers. Just how did they work? He was cognisant of the threat to his life, of course - but his morbid curiosity trumped all.

"Achtung, spectators!" Medic began, marching on stage when the twins decided it was his time. He made no serious attempt to resist - he knew it wouldn't have mattered. Why not take the sudden influx of free time to study this abnormality? "Dr. Ludwig, at your service. But when it counts - call for Medic!"

He bowed - or, rather, was forced to bow. The audience roared with delight, as they had for every other palsified member of his team. Facing the floor, he whispered a request to the Gleeful twins.

"Would you tell me how you're doing zhis? I'll trade you a heart!"

Of course, he couldn't stay to hear their answer. Recovering from his bow, he turned on his heel like a military man, forced yet further to return to his seat.

When Frank's turn came to arrive onstage, however, he was nowhere near as lackadaisical.

He found himself going through a similar thought process a lot lately. He'd seen some crazy things in his time, catching the most outrageous scoops - but this might be too much, even for him. His stomach sank like a rock, his expression a bizarre mixture of shamefaced and utterly stunned. Were these the twins? Bill turned them into this? He could hardly believe it - those adventurous, curious little kids he met in a tourist trap? He was responsible for...

Frank was seasoned, but not nearly seasoned enough to have predicted this. And he couldn't even reach for his camera.

"Hey there, folks!" Frank exclaimed, sauntering onto the stage with a wave that wasn't his. He'd always dreamt of walking onstage in front of a cheering crowd - but not like this. Not like this at all. "The name's Frank - Frank West. Remember that name, alright?"

Frank lurched forward the instant that the smallest amount of control over his body was returned to him - having tried something, anything at all to resist their influence.

"Gah! Dipper, Mabel - is that seriously you?" He spat, his back arched as he looked back at the twins in disbelief. "What the hell did he do to you?!"

Just like the doctor, and all the rest, he couldn't stay for an exclusive. Before long, he was ushered back to his seat. Not exactly the Press Awards treatment...​

 

[Thexcentrichilean]

.

The prelude to the show

The journalist indeed was privy to information, a lot of it, all important and relevant. A reality warping creature... quite troublesome.

And poor kids, being forced to play along in a charade by a being that holds no love or sympathy for them. The promise he made to them, he would uphold it, no matter what. His internal resolve aside, this meant that it was time to keep the investigation moving, towards the most supernatural place in town, the tent of those so-called 'Gleeful Twins'... things were going to get troublesome, weren't they? As such, the man made sure of two things:

One, he would stay close to Sage as much as possible, trying to read what he could do to calm the young man. He knew better than anyone that when the boy was collected, he was both a joy but also a capable asset for this kind of work, but when he was shaken and panicking... things got rough.

Two, before he could get caught up in trouble, he made sure to wake up his daughter some ways outside the tent.

"...Papa?" the sleepy siamese tilter her head as she slowly came to be awake, eyes slowly starting to focus on her father in front of her.

"Irin, dear?" He spoke sweetly and scratched the girl's small cat head

"Purr~ yes?" She could only purr and pay attention fully now
"Dad is going to do something dangerous now, so, he needs you to hide outside here for a bit, ok? Unless you want to experience being in my pocket for that again" The man spoke seriously yet softly, putting a clear emphasis on what they had already gone through before coming to this whole mission

"!!! Yes, Irin will be good and hide!!!" Like a jolt of electricity passing through her, the girl's cat face shifted to a surprisingly human expression of dread for a moment before running off to play in the nearby bushes, the small bracelet from earlier even smaller on her right front leg

The cleric could only smile bitterly for a moment as he saw his daughter run off... he was sure her judgement would be sufficient to stay safe while he took care of business, yet he still felt anxious inside his heart... no matter. Shaking his head and shaking off his nervousness, he finally (and somewhat late) followed after the rest of the group into the tent itself

.

A dazzling display of distasteful egotism
Something was wrong

The moment he stepped in, the two magicians at the center, his allies unnaturally introducing themselves, the cheering yet obviously enchanted audience not questioning a single thing. He analized all these facts in a couple instants, and started to derive conclusions one after the other, discarting anything that didn't fit the situation, all while his body seemed to will itself towards the stage, step by step, all too natural... the stride, even its pace, was all too familiar too.

His expression remained neutral as his body was compulsed into the same ridiculous display as those from before... and worse yet, he had noticed the phoenix descendant going in full blown panic mode, starting to cause everything to burn up. How to help, how to help?!

As his mind raced, his body was already gracefully stepping up the stage, exuding a practiced and all too natural regal demeanor. At this moments, his eyes shone with a light of enlightement as he took center stage amidst obvious disputes, leaning even harder into what his body was outputting... something he had done hundreds of times in the past already

His back was faced towards the audience, before turning around with a swing of his arm, the coat tails swinging behind him gracefully

"I am the head duke of house Avad. Warrior, scholar, a noble ruler, and a most charming merchant" The man winked at the audience, one arm extending towards them while exuding confidence, palm open. The other dug into his pocket, and the bits of will he applied came into it...

in old days, while trying to make a confident expression to fellow nobles, but also keep the crowd engage if they are difficult, he would throw a handful of valuable goods as a way of rewarding attention

"And my oh my, I sure am getting a warm welcome~" He sure could act unlike his usual demeanor, full of confidence and even a bit of pride. He even played into the cheering, gesturing the audience with his extended arm to get louder

Right at this time, his other hand had finished digging through the bag at his waist... and on it were a myriad of golden coins, hard cold, and a single deep blue gem that seemed to generate a chill on the individual staring at it. With a graceful swing of the arm, Hershel threw all on his pockets into the crowd, and yet again he put bits of his will where it mattered

He threw the coins at random, but the gem would swiftly and speedily arc and land onto Sage's lap, where the boy would start feeling like he and his surroundings started to get colder, all around that blue gem now in his posession.

The duke once again turned to the two culprits of such display, yet his body was not compelled to leave the stage just yet

"Now, would our gracious hosts care to explain what they gain from making a show out of a admittedly quite diverse group? For it can't be something as petty and banal as simply punishing a bunch of troublemakers with humilliating, eh?" This time, his tone was distinctively his while still playing off old experience from things the man had done before. The emphasis at the start even had hints of sarcasm, while the rest of the emphasized words had subtle hints of condescension, masked as pure concern.

He was challenging the twins show, trying to rile up the audience outside of their control if even for just an instant, despite how much control they had displayed. All done without hesitation

And as he finished his part, the man simply bowed to the twins, to the audience, and jumped off the stage in a flashy manner, landing on front of the seat besides Sage
"...keep steady, grasp onto that" He whispered for Sage's ears only as he sat down, his voice distinct and assertive to get the phoenix descendant's attention

.

Location: The tent
Interactions: (GM, the twins) Twice Knightly , (Sage) Necessity4Fun

 

[FoolsErin]

Hobie Brown - Spider-Punk
Interactions: Twice Knightly (The Twins), brandy-schmandy (Spider-Lily)
Mentions: alley-cat-boogie (Ryuji)​

Wow, really must've been out of the loop to be asking him those kinds of questions, wasn't she? It was one thing to be out of the loop on Miguel and his questionable charge, but to not have met another Spider-Person entirely? Now that was something he hadn't seen in a while. Nothing against her for it. In fact, maybe a bit better in the long run for her. Still, that meant that he'd need to do a bit more explaining to get her up to speed on things.

Right, well what was her first question on, Miguel? Might as well start there and go on from that point.

"So Miguel-" Hobie started, before being prompt cut off by Fishbowl Head telling them they needed to start heading out. Poor timing truly came for them all. He sighed and shrugged in response to the other spider's statement that they'd revisit this later. "Guess we should, then."

The watches were different than Miguel's and even Hobie's own replica had been, focusing on coordinates of where they were going rather than the number of the Earth. Still nothing to sneeze at, though. Especially after seeing all the work Shuri had done to get everything in order. After landing in Gravity Falls alongside the rest of the group, his immediate thought was to try and find the other spider again to continue the conversation from earlier. While still investigating of course. Probably. But, as a quick sweep around them revealed, she'd already split off in a direction to start investigating. Guess that was the end of that idea for now then.

In the meantime, Hobie would have to go on and-

Well, wouldn't you like to know?

Eventually Hobie spotted members of the group moving towards the large blue tent near the right side of their investigation grounds, and swung over to catch up. Almost immediately as he walked in, he felt his spider-sense go off as he spotted the act they were all about to see. Was it the unsettling look in their eyes? Those smug, all-knowing smiles? Perhaps just about everything about them? Actually, now that he was seeing them, he figured he wouldn't have needed his spider-sense at all to tell that something was off. They already were proper creepy, and it didn't take a danger sense to see that something just wasn't right with them. So he kept his eyes on the stage as he sat down, and didn't take them off. Not even to look for the other spider-person again.

What were they going to do?

Well, that answer came quickly as they rudely threw their escape artist off stage and began making people introduce themselves. And based on their reactions, they weren't looking too happy about doing it either, looking startled afterwards. Was that their game? Forcibly making them get up and give them their names? What were they doing with all of this, anyhow? Hobie watched as more and more of them were pulled by invisible strings from where they were to the stage, including the spider-person who called herself Spider-Lily, knowing they'd probably go ahead and start moving him too sooner or later.

Might as well go ahead before then. He wasn't planning on giving any of these two creeps a chance to control him.

Compliance? Yea, still was. Didn't mean he was going to make them happy about it.

Hobie shot a web towards the roof of the tent and swung onto stage, putting himself between the microphone and whoever else was being pulled up next. He casually glanced between the twins and the audience, before shrugging with one simple statement.

"Don't believe in names, sorry."

With that he walked off stage and towards wherever Spider-Lily was sitting or standing, acting casually as if he'd always been there beside her. Carefully glancing back and forth one second to make sure nobody was in ear-shot of them after his little stage stunt, he leaned in slightly to make sure she could hear him. "Spider-Punk." Hobie whispered, barely enough for the both of them to hear. "That's what everyone's been calling me, anyhow. Just said I didn't believe in names, didn't I?"

---

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The Wanderer
Interactions: StaidFoal (Trixie), Twice Knightly (The Twins)
Mentions: Miso_Tofu2.0 (Omni-Man) ​

Wanderer's attention was caught from the disturbing sight of whatever crimes were being committed with the blender to a small...horse standing by him. He blinked for a moment before realizing how stupid it was to gawk at this of all things. There'd been much, much stranger things he'd seen leading up to now. A talking horse shouldn't be the thing that gets him to double take like this.

While he couldn't necessarily relate to the flowers part of her distaste, or...just about anything else about it, the general disgust was something he could agree with. "Ugh, seriously. I don't understand why they'd consider something that drenched in oil as...food. You might as well burn it for fuel at that point and do us all a favor." The Wanderer groaned, glancing briefly again at the "food" they were all eating. If he hadn't already questioned it a dozen times before, he'd ask again how these people felt so shameless.

There wasn't much more time to chat before they were being called to get ready to leave. Not that it bothered him much. If it meant that they were going to clear out whatever excuse for food that stuff on the table was, he was all the happier for it.

As the Wanderer landed in Gravity Falls, rather than keep with people, he chose to silently follow some of the smaller groups they'd broken themselves into. Looking down at them from overhead, using the power of Anemo to float above to observe. Watching for anything they would miss without his view, or simply by virtue of being themselves. Waiting for anything at all.

Yet he saw nothing that they wouldn't have seen, and his mind slowly settled into thinking about something else.

About Nahida, and letting him leave like that. Of course she would have. It served her obvious utility to let him deal with the problem while keeping herself free to manage Sumeru City.

About the Traveler, and how she was faring during all of this. Probably not dead herself, of course not, but what about her friends? She couldn't be everywhere in Teyvat at once, and there was a good chance she wouldn't be able to be at everyone's side either. Would she be able to manage that? As annoying as it was to admit, the answer was probably yes. Somehow she always did.

About the floating stranger in white and red, and the way he carried himself. Wanderer had seen him as early as after dimissing himself from the disgusting buffet tables, standing there. With that expression on his face. With the way he spoke. With the way he held his head. He didn't know his story, or even his name.

And yet...​

"...Dottore? Hahaha... Dottore!!!"
Something about him.
"So tell me: In this world, is it possible... to change the past?"
Something in the way he presented himself.
"From this day forth, the names 'Balladeer' and 'kabukimono' will cease to exist."
Something about it.
"...Those who died in Tatarasuna because of me deserve another chance at life."
It was...
"You know, I never did like insects. Hordes of the puny things swarming together can be a real nuisance... and I enjoy nothing more than to stamp them out like the pests they are."
Somehow...
"But if a colony of harmless ants isn't threatening anyone, I guess they deserve to be left alone... Luckily, everything can be set right. It's time to solve this once and for all."
All too...
"I wish I'd never been born at all."
Familiar.
​

Still, he kept his distance and said nothing. No words to exchange or actions to be taken until everyone began to move towards the tent. He followed them in turn, and silently sat in a seat as far away from the stage as he could manage. Silently staring at the two performers on the stage, he found himself scowling at them. Their eyes looked like Nahida's. All-knowing, eager, and sometimes intrusive. Yet that worldliness, that "knowing more than they let on" looked outright malicious on them compared to Nahida. Wanting to be challenged, and knowing they'd win. It put him on edge more than anything. In fact, it wouldn't surprise him if-

Oh, there it was.

Wanderer felt a presence try to reach itself inside of his mind, to wrap itself around him and bring him forward to the stage. For the most part, it was like the few occasions Nahida had tried to peek into his mind herself, just a simple matter of closing himself off. But there was a reason it was only for the most part. Even though he did his best to close himself off, he still felt himself moving out of his seat. Painfully slowly, unlike the others, but still movement. This psychic presence wasn't like Nahida's. The intruding force was stronger, and aimed to plant itself further into his mind than she ever had. It was one thing to block out someone reading his thoughts. Another entirely to stop himself from being controlled.

As he slowly stood from his seat and eventually began to creep down the aisle of seats he was in, he gritted his teeth and scowled deeper at the magicians on stage. This wasn't something he could fully push back against, and he knew it. They knew it too. But he wasn't going to let himself be taken like this easily.

They were simply going to have to try a little harder.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Mood: In Anguish, Hopeful, Resigned
Tags:

@Twice Knightly (GM and Leo)

,

@Thexcentrichilean (Hershel)

--Art Credits--
Chiaki Morisawa Fanart [スタろぐ④] by ますぎ, minimally tweaked

Fire Flames Texture by arundel
Golden Floral Pattern from PNGkit,
original artist PaperElement?

Divider Set #02 by NorasFed, edited by me​

"Calm down, calm down, calm down, CALM DOWN DANGIT...!!"

No matter how he repeated it to himself, there was little to no effect... Not that he had expected it to be different- When the fact that you're panicking was also a cause for panic, well then, that was just a recipe for disaster now, wasn't it?! Curse everything about this situation! From freaky Magic, to the limited space, to his lack of composure, to--!

It could be worse, he could have forgotten to wear the armlet again; So it probably wouldn't get to that level but Sage is currently having a hard time to getting up this stupid chair to sit, how much longer will it go on...?? Oxygen is barely making it to his lungs. He's heaving, panting; None of this feels worth the effort. Indescribable pain, comencing dizzyness- Might as well just be internally on fire. It's probably the case! HE CAN'T TELL!!

Is it bad that he's looking forward to passing out? ...This isn't normal, is it?

[Fwoop!]

...Did someone just throw something at him...?
...Really--

Annnd it's chilly now, wonderful. You couldn't turn the AC on before everything, nooo! Had to do it now- We get it, fire is bad and scary, but that is no reason to go straight to murder! ..........This isn't the AC.

Excuse me, why does this pretty rock feel like a freezer??

...And what is he supposed to do with- Oh.

Ooookay mystery resolved, this is not going to help with the headache but sure! Actually, this wasn't going to help, period. If anything it would just- make him pass out faster! Okay, I see where this is going!!

So with a nod and zero instinct of self-preservation, Sage followed Hershel's instructions, grasping for the icy gem. It didn't like that, as evidenced by the 'hiss' that rang out when they effecively touched. It's mutual, but it's all the option they've got.

Against all common sense, the pyromancer cradled the gem between his fingers, holding it upwards as if praying to it. He might as well be, it's a complicated situation. He'll be satisfied if no one gets hurt because of this...

Just that.

 

[StaidFoal]

The Great and Powerful Trixie!
Twice Knightly

Unfortunately for Trixie, circumstances prevented her from showing up that not-pony called Wendy. It was her loss; not everypony got to witness Trixie's Great and Powerful magic show. Rather, she had to loiter around this tall person named Orbeck Vinheim, and he just had to remind her that entire universes were at stake! Then there was a big boom that brought Trixie conflicted feelings, hoping and not hoping that the ditzy yet competent Rainbow Dash had arrived. But alas, it was not to be.

Instead, they arrived at the second place on Trixie's bucket list: the supposed tent housing the magic! Trixie overheard others in this group mention their magic and whatnot, but she never had a chance to see it for herself.

Maybe she could learn something from not-pony magic? That would one-up Twilight for sure! She could see it now...

Twilight and her friends barely fighting off the endless invasions, when suddenly! The Great and Powerful Trixie, trotting out from the same portal that whisked her away. They all glance up in shock! And in one fell swoop, thanks to her time in the multiverse, Trixie annihilates the foes! And on the pile of bodies, the rising sun behind her, she would cry, "Behold! The Great and Powerful Trixie!" she yelled, rolling the R of her name. "Slayer of Ursa Majors! Master illusionist! Head Counselor at the School of Friendship! And now, the first multiverse-traveling pony to grace Equestria!"

Firework spells shot out from her horn, exploding in small, yet dazzling bursts of color. She bowed with her cape, smug as though in front of an adoring audience. "Thank you, everypony! Thank you! This has been the second time I've saved your hooves, no need to thank me!"

Ah... That felt good. Trixie's stupor finally ended, and she glanced around at everybody. She tilted her head in confusion. "What's got all of you so frowny?"

 

[Nokirathephantom]

"I am not a Pokémon. I am something that surpasses both human and Pokémon."
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As the Pokémon had arrived with the rest of the MPF to the tent, he had immediately recognized that there was something very, very wrong with the atmosphere of this place. Not only had there been seemingly no signs of a potential struggle or battle that had taken place near the area, but the inside of the tent had been equally as spotless in presentation. There was no possibility that there hadn't been some type of altercation in the area, and the earthquake at the birthing home had proven that, so whatever type of cleaner had managed to cover up the mess in such a short amount of time must have been quite the talented individual.

Something told him they were still in the very same tent with them. Something told him that they were on center-stage and greeting every audience member with jubilance and glee. Worst of all, they seemed to have complete control over the bodies of every person present-- Including him, being forced to take a seat along with everyone else in the front row as his body had moved beyond his control.

Watching as the twins had attempted to use the blond-haired ruffian in their performance before flinging him into the audience with some unseen force, the Pokémon attempted to focus in on the potential psychic signatures that the twins gave off from earlier. For a brief moment, there had been no such presence to be found, a fact that made Mewtwo confused and only try to linger for any potential flickers of power. The patience had revealed a semblance of some power to be found, but the intensity of it seemed to detect his presence as an intruder and immediately assaulted him with bright flashes of light and loud, high-pitched frequencies.

"Urgh-!"

Breaking himself out of his concentration, he held his head as a cold feeling began to surge all over his body...nevermind how it happened, how was there any type of creature that could push back him, the ultimate psychic, with such effortless and demented force?! Even with the aid of others, there's no possible way that a human could ever muster that kind of defense against him; Perhaps that would explain the situation...after all, if the theories that Orbeck had previously presented had some merit to them, it was completely possible that the interference was Bill's doing. It was too quick to be jumping to conclusions, however. For now, he'll simply play along for as long as the Twins need him and the group to, and while revealing information regarding himself and his life was not exactly something he was thrilled about doing, he at least seemed to be able to resist the Twins' influence enough to where his thoughts were still verifiably his own.

The creature simply allowed himself to float on up to the stage, his feet finally landing against the floorboards before crossing his arms between each other against his torso. He didn't need to make his introduction too grandiose or extensive, all they'll be getting, from a tent-wide psychic projection, is his name- "I am Mewtwo, and I was created to be the most powerful Pokémon on the planet."

Before he had even realized what he just said, he immediately teleported from the stage back to his seat, finally grabbing his bearings and scoffing at how much was extracted from so little. At the very least, he would likely be able to erase the memories of the crowd once everything blows over, but for all he knew, they could be fabrications of this realm as well. One thing was for certain: The Twins were a crafty sort, and their synergy was impeccable.​

 

[StaidFoal]

Corvo Attano
Twice Knightly​

Corvo lingered in the back, opting to speak only when necessary while in the Mystery Shack. Habits from sneaking around the Isles without a trace.

While he, the joining MPF, and several others went through and learned what they could, his mind was ablaze. This wasn't like Blood Gulch, where only he and the others involved were at risk. Their homes were at stake—his daughter was, too. He imagined her tirelessness, managing the Isles from her throne against the endless waves of monsters. She was up to the task, no doubt; but the longer he took...

Corvo snapped back to the present. Everyone had converged on the tent, and they were face-to-face with the siblings that reeked of magic. The girl made an announcement. One by one, his allies lost themselves to whatever mind control she cast on them.

All too familiar with taking control of other people via Possession, Corvo felt them intruding his mind. It was a sensation akin to a headache, but moving around like a worm. He grit his teeth, feeling the urge to spill it all. His name, his status of the Lord Protector... to his daughter, Empress Emily Kaldwin.

Coming up, through gritted teeth, he said, "Corvo Attano." That was the most he would give them.