Community ︶꒦꒷Oct2024 Haunted Festival꒷꒦︶

[II-CinderRadcliff-II]

TRAVERSING SOMEWHERE

"Without a doubt, the first death was not an accident." Lauren boldly stated as she started to voice her thoughts about the murder. "An accidental hanging could have been much more plausible if we were onboard a large ship or in the midst of a jungle, as there'd be plenty of ropes or vines you could easily get tangled in and hang yourself on if you fell and any part of it wrapped around your neck. But unless the man hung himself to try and get a scare out of us and accidentally made it too tight, I don't see a plausible reason that he'd hang himself." Lauren looked to Adelhein, Saber, and Gilgamesh with a serious gaze, tucking one hand away into her pocket while the other kept rubbing her sore shoulder. "While I do believe that the hung man was murdered, I don't necessarily know whether or not more will follow. That being said, I suspect that the murders will likely continue, though whether they target the hosts of the event or everyone attending I can't make an educated guess about. Regardless, I'm not leaving my life entirely in the hands of fate tonight, as I've gone through too much trauma and witnessed too much meaningless death to go down without a fight." Lauren concluded her thoughts on the matter, looking down to her prosthetic hand with a determined expression. She'd do what she'd need to avoid deaths grasp, with a solid plan already in place to boost her chances of surviving the night. After all, she'd managed to escape the Madmans grasp with the help of those who has escaped alongside her, so she'd probably survive the night if she remained vigilant. She still needed to exercise caution though, as carelessness could be her undoing.

Perhaps it was just her paranoia, but she thought she felt someone's gaze directed at the four of them. She looked around briefly and spotted a... cat wearing a dino hoodie? She had come to expect a certain level of weirdness from this world, and yet it always found ways to baffle her anew. She turned her gaze back to Adelhein and his two companions, having a question for them in turn.
"What are your thoughts about the murder? I had slept soundly throughout the night, so I can't say that I noticed any unusual noises during my slumber. So I was wondering, did any of you notice something weird last night?" Lauren's eyes glanced between all three of them with a curious expression, wanting to hear their thoughts about anything strange they noticed.

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Total Festive Points: 6
Mentions/Interactions: Maxxob Giftvi

IN ISEKAI HELL

 

[Irihi]

Irihi Spokelse
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It was not that Irihi could not catch a fish but rather that they immediately died at her touch--even insulated by a net. And dead fish apparently did not count. “Tch!” She chuffed in exasperation, her eyes narrowing to return a scowl to the little purple creature that seemed to be giving her a pitying look. As galling as it was, Irihi tried very hard to restrain her enervating miasma and not slaughter anyone or anything, during one last attempt to catch a live fish.

It didn't work, but on the plus side, she killed everyone else's fish too.

Later that NightThe festive atmosphere disagreed with Irihi. The sounds of laughter and gaming were an anathema to her. She had little interest in any murder not done by her own hand, so the hushed insipid conversations of whodunit between the gentry held her attention not at all.

She did spend a little time, though she would not have admitted as much to anyone, looking for that devilisly disguised monster. He, at least, was a thorn amidst these nauseating roses. ”Though why I should care about some second-rate demon, is beyond me.” She told herself more than once as afternoon slipped toward evening and she haunted the deepening shadows of the darker places of the mansion and its grounds. There were ghosts here; the hanged man was not the first murder most foul to occur in this place. Once upon a time Irihi might have sussed them out, perhaps had the company of a few phantasmal conversationists, but--like most of her powers--that ghoulish insight had been locked away.

This body had to eat. It could drink and feel the toxins wash away a little of the blackness of her seething malice. That was strange; something she had not felt in millenia. I wonder what else might feel different, now that I live again? She thought to herself, and found her mind drifting--no. Don’t be a fool. She clamped down on those thoughts, yet found her hand had drifted to her forehead where one of her midnight locks had been tucked. “Pah!” She derided herself.

A tablemate who was a few sheets to the wind--thinking she was speaking of the food--tried to engage the pale vixen, he had sat beside, in conversation. “Oh, I quite agree, fair maid! This may be the driest goose I’ve every---gakk!”

Irihi’s lips twitched upward, beneath her slitted gaze, as her tablemate choked on the ash to which she’d turned the bit of food as it slid down his throat. Don’t talk to me.

Coughing out a cloud of dust and grabbing for his glass to try to clear his airway, the man gave both Irihi--and the plate of ashes before him--a terrified look before hastening to find another seat.

Much Later that NightSo she had heard singing, and ethereal music.
Irihi lingered in the doorway watching Mephistos hell of a show.
What an intriguing ridiculous fool.

A foolish devil, like this one, could never make her blackened heart flutter with that last line of his silly little song.
She certainly would never deign to take his hand and be led to a floor cleared by unseen poultergeists that threw armchair, ottoman, and rug aside to make way for the dancers.

Perish the thought that she’d be spun away from him and then wrapped in the long-limbed spider embrace of hell.

Allow herself to match his steps, to fetch up against him breast to breast and then buckle, dipped and damned by those strong sure arms? No, never. Just a trick of the light, dearhearts.

Did someone die, or were it just her inhibitions that were murdered? Irhi could not have said, nor cared to say--had her breath not already been stolen away. He laughed and they spun. “Mephisto…” Irihi gasped, and it was not the sound of corpse-cool breath over the vocal chords of this body--this body that caged and restrained her, but the world-warping ethereal echoing exclamation of the atrocity she still was once had been.

And the world spun around them, and their mirthless, or mirth-filled, or merciless, laughter mingled as the dance and dancers spiraled into an endless delightful nightmare.

Summary;
Irihi kills more fish.
Irihi is the thing that goes bump in the night day.
The attic was not as dusty as her erstwhile dinner companion’s throat.
Irihi joins Mephisto in The Shadowy Soiree
Mephisto
Giftvi

 

[Voider]

"Elegant" Glacier​

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Glacier aimed to the right, alright; but a bit too much to the right. Just how much to the right, you may ask? So to the right, that he completely missed the apple and hit his muzzle right on the edge of the basin. After causing it to nearly tip over, and getting a splash of water from the failed apple bob, Glacier waved away the concern of the stand-person asking if he was alright. Although, he hoped his luck would be better for the rest of the night.

Resolving to try again, Glacier instead aimed for an apple towards the left of the basin, positioning his head right above it, and going straight down for the target.

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Current Action:
Play Apple Bobbing (Again)
Night Action:
Stay by the pool (GG3) to meditate and practice his ice magic.​

 

[Maxxob]

Adelhein El-Melloi von Breyer // Saber Alter // Gilgamesh

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Titles:
Adelhein: [Isekai], [Human], [Adept Magus] Color - #e60e0e
Saber Alter: [Isekai], [Construct], [Adept Swordsman] Color - #470c85
Gilgamesh: [Isekai], [Construct], [Adept Mage] Color - #d3fa5c

Moonberry II-CinderRadcliff-II

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Spoiler: Influences

Corruption

0%

Saber Alter's Influence

15%

Gilgamesh's Influence

5%

“I agree wholeheartedly,” Adelhein began, his tone measured as he contemplated the scene of the hanging. “By the looks of it, an accident is impossible. And the chances of suicide? Slim at best.” His words carried a note of certainty, as though his instincts had already pieced together the truth. To him, it was clear - the man had been murdered. He conveyed as much to Lauren, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly when she spoke of not accepting the whims of fate. A small smile tugged at his lips.

“To simply allow things to follow their predestined course would be... naïve,” he remarked, a glint of determination in his gaze. “There is always something one can do, is there not? I’ve come too far and done too much to stand idly by.” His voice grew firmer as he looked to the women at his sides, Saber and Gilgamesh, a promise etched into his words. “Whoever dares to strike at me will be in for a rude awakening.”

The conversation took a brief pause as their attention shifted to an odd creature wearing a dinosaur costume, making its way to the strength test game. For a moment, the sight nearly distracted Adelhein, until the sensation of two gauntleted hands resting firmly on his shoulders drew him back. Glancing to the side, he found Gilgamesh’s golden gauntlets gripping him, her smirk only widening. He let himself ease into the possessive gesture, directing his focus back to Lauren as she posed her questions.

“The murder?” Adelhein echoed, thoughtful. “I believe whoever is responsible is using the carnival as a smokescreen, a distraction to prevent any serious investigation. It’s the perfect cover, after all. Unless…” He paused, considering the odd fortune-teller’s words. “Unless the fortune-teller was correct, and it was a vengeful spirit that took Ronan Driscoll’s life. I wouldn’t rule out that possibility just yet.”

He fell silent, reflecting on her second question about the previous night. Recalling how quickly he had fallen asleep, nestled between his two companions in the cramped bed, a faint blush crept across his face. “To be honest, I don’t recall anything strange last night,” he admitted, glancing between the women. “How about you two? Gilgamesh? Saber?”

Saber’s golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous edge as she spoke, her voice cold and unwavering. “Indeed, Master. Anyone who dares to threaten you will face swift and merciless retribution.” Her expression remained impassive, but the air around her seemed to pulse with barely contained violence. “As for last night, I detected no immediate danger. However, this place reeks of deception. We would do well to remain vigilant.”

Her gaze flicked toward Gilgamesh’s hands on Adelhein’s shoulders, her posture subtly tensing, though she said nothing.

Gilgamesh, in contrast, tightened her hold ever so slightly, her smirk widening at Adelhein’s words. “Bold declarations, Adelhein. Our little magus has grown quite confident.” Her voice was playful, but beneath the teasing, there was an undercurrent of something more serious. “As for last night… while I sensed no direct threat, there was an air of anticipation. As though this carnival itself were holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold.”

Her crimson eyes flickered between Lauren and the dinosaur-costumed figure now attempting the hammer game. “This place is a tapestry of secrets and lies, woven with just enough truth to lure one in. The murder is but a single knot in this intricate design." She tightened her grip on his shoulders ever so slightly, a mixture of possessiveness and excitement in her tone.

Spoiler: Actions

4 point
Plans to spend the night at the library at MF8, reading some books.

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 11
Interaction: II-CinderRadcliff-II Maxxob Irihi ​

Purpler would have looked more then simply appalled as it saw the miasma which spread from Irihi to the various fish they had caught and began to drain them of life, whether consciously or unconsciously it stepped away as quick as it could, towards the strength machine where it had been paying attention to beforehand. In part due to whatever weird shit was honestly going on over the at the moment.

Saving the few of the fish it had caught, though they looked earnestly bleak at this moment already. And it certainly had been caught in a bit of a bad mood from such. Its face the smallest bit scrunched up, though others likely couldn’t tell the difference at all.

As it stood there sorta close to the other two here whose conversation it had sorta listened to, it looked towards the hammer and knew even if it might fail again to hit the bell as least it might mean that it could vent its frustrations towards what Irihi had tried to do in some capacity or another, hoping she would rather leave soon from the booth if she intended to just kill the fish there.

Staring for a moment again at Adelhein and the two women closest to him, though for a moment it did look towards Lauren. Simply for different reasons, as only briefly it just seemed curious towards her robotic limb(s).

As its frustrated swing got it close to, but rather just missed hitting the bell there.

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aqua

Location: Pie booth
Points earned: 6 pts​

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Happy with the ampunt of goldfish she got, Aqua excused herself from the booth to try the other games. The smell of delicious pies drew her into the eating contest. She wasn't much of an eater, but she sure would enjoy the pies.​

 

[NachoGod]

Caesar “Surpann” Romero

Languages: Common, (Beastial)
Titles: Human.
Mentions Karcen (Katja)

Caesar would nod as he listened to Katja’s words. She mentioned ‘the children at the monastery’ so he was confident that she was at least not mocking the Sisters by dressing in a…similar…manner. A twinge of confusion would touch his face beneath the mask as she mentioned a great evil falling upon her world. so she is from a different world than I. he would think to himself. Though he figured that made sense in a way, this world was so different than the one he left behind. It made him question many things about reality itself, he often wondered if dying here would send him to another universe or if it would simply be the end.

A chuckle would escape him as she mentioned the last part. “That seems like a fair deal to me.” He would say grinning under his mask as he made his way to the door pulling it open for them both to enter. Caesar would start out perfectly fine with the spooky sounds and fog in the haunted house. But as they continued in A few of the props would get under his skin, and Eventually he would find himself flinching and scooting away from one of the jump-scare props, nearly bowling Katja over in the process. He would stop himself and make an effort to help her stay standing, still by the time they had exited he was embarrassed to an absurd degree.

“i am sorry for stepping on you Katja…i suppose this whole ‘Ghost murder’ thing has me a bit more on edge than i had thought…if you wouldn’t mind could we keep my cowardly responses between us?” He would say with a nervous smile peeking from under his mask. “What should we do next?” He would say, eager to put the haunted house behind him.
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Spoiler: Summary

Summary: Caesar enters the haunted house with Katja. Nearly knocks her over as he flinches from the spooky scary pop up Jumpscare. Is embarrassed to no end, asks her to keep it between them and suggests they find a new game.
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[Voider]

Glacier​

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Glacier had hoped that this apple would somehow be easier. He hoped wrong. While he didn't nearly tip over the basin as he had previously, Glacier still got a face full of water; it was times like these that he was glad for being unable to breath.

"Once more... third time's a charm, as they say." Glacier muttered to himself, before diving in for another apple, this time right in the center.

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Current Action:
Play Apple Bobbing (Again)
Night Action:
Stay by the pool (GG3) to meditate and practice his ice magic.​

 

[Mephisto]

Titles: [Fae, Mundane]

Text Colors: #ffcf30, #e60606

“It's Showtime!!” - 1/1, cooldown not active

“One Hell of a Show!” - 0/1, cooldown active

“We Have a Deal to Make” - 0/1, activated this round!

Mentions: | Irihi |

Total Amount of Points: 2
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The devil was in full swing now, glaring from beyond the pale sheet of skin lingering between the two. He leaned forward, framing Irihi's small jawbone with his long fingers. Bare teeth met the air in front of the elf's lips, a lingering heat conflicting against her soulless cold. He laughed, low and rumbling.

"Of course you do~" he purred.

He demolished the intimacy by snapping his fingers again, sending the music into a frenzy. The resulting riot of noise assembled itself into a concise and understandable concert. His illusion wouldn't break so long as he wanted it to survive. Perhaps it extended beyond this, perhaps not. He never lied. He never told the truth. He always spoke and lived as he pleased. Whatever happened afterwards was pure circumstance. He'd pick it clean, both rabid hound and starving condor.

The dance began anew, only this time as they swung and swayed Irihi would find her clothing changed for the sake of the theme at play. Though her necromantic robes became more elegant and suitable for ballroom dancing, the color palette and - quite frankly, the morose decorations - remained in spades. It even had the faintest odor of powdered bone interlaced with the fabrics. It cradled her sickly flesh in a frightfully familiar sense, as if it weren't even made from human hands. The craftsmanship would be too close to her memories, what she shared with Mephisto through glances and her spiteful words throttling what warmth she dared to possess.

The fae anomaly held sway over what he could puppeteer, what allowed him close. The marionette before him had such dreadfully gleaming eyes.

Mephisto himself had his pinstripe suit changed to something resembling distant royalty, though with his own distinct flair for the dramatic. Mostly red and black, the ensemble featured highlights of gold and even dark green to compliment and contrast idyllically with Irihi's mostly black and purple garments.

Even through this new façade, the stench of fresh blood was inescapable. It was as if he skinned someone for this suit... and for the "costume" he wore underneath it.

The tempo at which the music raged swelled and Mephisto led them into chasing after it step by meticulous, rhythmic step.

"Choking on ashes
Demons and death collide
A match made in deepest inferno
Upon which heaven crashes
Judgment abates and divides
Where do the wingless angels go?

Plucked free of their feathers
No more tyrants, no more kings!
No more laws of man!
Only eldritch tethers
The unknown cosmic things
And the embrace of godless hands!

Come with me, my dear
Let us watch the sinners
Writhe and scream in pain
Drown themselves in their own fear
Among corpses there are no winners
But we shall ever watch them again"
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He parted their tender dancing routine, sending her on her own into the center of the room. The illusion faded, if only for a moment. The music became dull, yet omnipresent. Mephisto lowered his long limbs. Their clothes returned to what they wore before, the victory of unimaginable suffering yet out of their immediate grasp. He tilted his head curiously and began to circle her, hands clasped behind his back.

"Your skin is cold as ice
I'll admit it's been nice
Playing this game, rolling the dice

But you have to understand
This has to go according to plan
And it all begins with your hand

Songs of terror
Songs of horror
They'll both be ours
Forever and ever

Oh the misery
It's no mystery
It's called mutiny
Against the heavens together

It'll never be love
It's a mutual murderous heartbeat
Two monsters hunting after the same feast

We've danced the danse macabre
And all the others in-between
So come with me and sing

Songs of terror
Songs of horror
And when it's all over
We'll find a way to laugh together

At the misery
It's no mystery
It's called destiny
That we burn the world together

So tell me once
Tell me twice
These sinners are ours to take!

Don't tell me any lies
Not when I can see it in your eyes
We both know We Have a Deal to Make~"​

He extended his hand.

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Actions:

1 - second part of the villain song
2 - used "We Have a Deal to Make" in order to strike a potentially disastrous pact amidst the plague of murders

 

[Karcen]

Katja Galinka
Mentions: NachoGod

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" They are already forgotten " katja said never even thinking to bring them up. they all had different levels of skill and courage and to tell the truth the jump scare had gotten her too. Luckily the labyrinth had never learned of jump scares it liked dread and just plain unfair fights to bring its horror. She couldn't even imagine diving into it if around any corner there could be a monster ready to pop out and scare you for no reason. She did softly chuckle at hoe the brave strong luchador was so eager to get as far away from the fake ghosts.

" how about apple bobbing i have never done that" Katja said pointing over to the large basin filled with water and on top of the still water apples floated. it was a way to get a bite to eat and to get points. Though Katja was mor interested in just having some fun " Though i have picked twice here i thought men lead on dates" She teased just messing around with the luchador. She had taken no vows so aside form what she limited herself to she was just a normal person and well even if she had taken the vows she was sure that she would still make that joke. Being someone with faith didn't mean having no funny bone.

The two would head over the the booth and Katja would go first trying to get in a comfortable spot before dunking her face into the water not taking off her veil just accepting it would get wet and trying to bite down on an apple.

points 4

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aqua

Location: Pie booth
Points earned: 8 pts​

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Continuing with the pie, Aqua slowed down her eating as she took her time watching the various people who attended the festival. She noticed that some people had been wearing some unique costume, should she do it too? She probably can make a sheet ghost costume by borrowing the bed sheet in her room.​

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess
Titles: Fae, Lune Elf
Character Sheet
Mentions: Spoiled Bread
Location: Pie-eating contest
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With so many attractions to enjoy it was obvious where you'd find Mikhail, obviously the one giving free food! Competing was simply the price to pay for free food and he had no qualms with it though he needed to scope out the competition first. He'd notice a small human woman scarf down a pie rather quickly, an unexpected sight considering their size. Perhaps she was hiding her true power in order to make others think she isn't a threat, "Hey miss, you seem to be enjoyin that pie. Got any plans on participating in the competition this round?" Mikhail asked as he questioned her, "Pretty bold to eat before competing."

(rolled twice on accident)

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 12
Interaction:

As it had hit with the hammer and once more like before failed to reach the bell it couldn’t help but just shrug it off. Certainly the moment of force was enough to cool down a little bit. As it looked to see if Irihi had yet left the gold fishing booth it was certainly not the case.

Leaving Watching for a moment doubting what to do, certainly it couldn’t bit into an apple nor could it eat a pie. It did recognise the bows which laid at the archery booth.

Those were things which *she* would sometimes use after all. It stood out with a bit of trepidation before looking forwards towards the other general buildings which stood here surrounding it all.

It had no clue what to even of the building which the masked man was so eager to leave behind by the expression on his face, but perhaps it was something okay to try out there. As it left behind the two standing near it, giving them their matter of privacy once more now.

As it stepped inside of the building, there was a moment of clash from the lack of understanding it had for these sorts of things. Left distracted and unattentive to be scared, or really pay any heed to anything besides just staring at the strange sight of people who had done themselves up in costumes, or different objects placed around and set up to be as scary as possible. Seeing them just for what they were.​

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aqua

Location: Pie booth
Points earned: 8 pts
SixSense​

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Aqua was enjoying her pie when suddenly an elf approached her. She didn't realize until his comment but now looking around she did made a bit of mess from her eating the pies earlier.

"O-one more... probably." She answered meekly. She's now became aware that people would watch her eat and she felts somewhat embarrassed, but she also didn't want to suddenly dip out from the booth.

It didn't ends well as she chokes on her next pie.​

 

[Irihi]

Irihi Spokelse
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Irihi found herself spun to the center of the room, illuminated by the fire and brimstone from the hearth, the corrupted light of the lamps and candles. The room seemed to have unanchored itself from mundane reality and drifted--sank perhaps--until the gravity of the underworld distorted floorboard, wallpaper, ornament and picture. Even the trophies of the mounted heads of beasts on the walls seemed to warp and distort, their glassy eyes reflecting a demonic glow, their fanged mouths warping in silent snarls and screeches.

Irihi stopped, arms outstretched, hunched and a little off-balance. It was a vulnerable pose; an uncertain pose. Something rare for the elfwitch. She shivered as Mephisto stalked a circle around her in the warping reality and unbalancing the world ever more with each lyrical step.

The thing of wallpaper skin and bloody glue extended a hand to the dizzied elfmaid. “A deal?” She panted, voice querulous, weak and tenuous, like the life of this body of flesh. Irihi’s hand went first to her fair clear brow in an expression of distress.

“I…” Should I? What fun we’re having. She hesitated. When had she last danced? When had she last been serenaded, handled, twirled and led in anything but desperate battle or by fearful mortals? “I want to, Mephisto, but I am afraid…” She whispered.

Never fear. Said the dully-pulsing glow behind the man’s mask. I shall take all your cares away, my dear. And, again, that thrilling of her splintered heart. Give herself over to a deal with this devil?

Well, why not? When we burn this world, then I can at last sift the ashes. Surely he bared his soul to me, and I may safely bare myself to him. Tenuously, Irihi extended her hand toward Mephistos, her uncertainty still written upon her face.

As her pale red-nailed fingers approached Mephisto’s something unexpected happened. The stapled-on skin melted, pinstriped sleeve dissolved, and bespoke cufflinks rusted away to ash. Before Irihi even touched his hand, the man’s arm dissolved away up to the elbow.

If that soulless gaze rose to meet Irihi’s he would find her smiling a cheshire grin. ”Oh, dearhart. Would that I could. But it seems you are not yet up to the task of dealing with me.” She laughed, a pealing alto chime of true wicked mirth.

Turning on her heel, Irihi dismissed Mephisto with a toss of her midnight mane. Considering what had happened to his arm, the thing would do well to step well back, and not let her dark locks brush anything he wanted to keep. “Thank you ever so much for the song and the dance, dearheart.” She chuckled as she left the room, her sharp footfalls receding down the corridor.

Near DawnIrihi had glided up the staircases to the third floor. She felt a tug toward something (TBF4) in the long dismal hallway to the left of the stairs, but thoughts of what had transpired this night preoccupied her, and she--instead--passed into the large room (TF3) and then out to the western balcony (TF5) in the wee hours of the morning. She took a seat on one of the long benches of the nighttime balcony, and looked up at the stars twinkling overhead.

She chuckled quietly to herself at what she had done to Mephisto when he’d offered that imbecile deal. ”Fool,” she whispered to the night. ”Who does he think he is, to so bind me,”

Do I want to be bound? The thought came to her, unbidden, and goddamn if her heart didn’t give one of those idiot quivers at the thought. Be still! She commanded it.

He’s an unworthy devil, a deceiver, a monster. I should have nothing to do with him, she insisted to herself.

But you like monsters. Especially ones that you don’t have to make, yourself. The little voice said.

Irihi closed her eyes. She leaned against the cold stone of the wall and tried not to think of hellishly hot hands on her body, songbird silver voice in her ear, and lies about a world on fire that might--at last--extinguish her loss.

Behind her, past the dark mass of the mansion’s roof, the first hints of dawn were beginning to lighten the Eastern sky, but Irihi faced West

into darkness.

Summary;

Irihi dissolves Mephisto’s proffered deal, for now.
She climbs to the upstairs balcony (TF5) and spends the remainder of the night mooning over Mephisto coming up with reasons to hate hellbound showmen.

 

[Megilagor]

Alister Marrok
Point booster: Attentive Student
Languages: Common | ^Ancient Hermese^
Mention: NachoGod , Karcen
Location: LT2 Apple bobbing
Point Tally: 4

Alister on his way back to the manor, heard a familiar voice. It was Caesar, that one guy who double-teamed the drunk crowd back and the circus, though he did not know who that nun next to him was. Well for good times sake he came up to them and said his hello's.
"I have to say, Caesar I didn't think the next time I see you, you would be on a date with such a pretty nun."
Alister said with a small smirk on his face, partially due to it really being Caesar, and since he enjoyed teasing people.
"Where are my manners? The name's Alister Marrok, a loyal servant to Lady Caelia of Ryke. I should probably leave you too to enjoy your date alone but if it isn't I could enjoy the company." Alister honestly asked the two of them, looking between the two still with his teasing smirk.
"Also when are you coming to Caelia Barony Caesar? I still want to take you up for that sparring session we promised each other."
Alister said to Caesar, honestly wanting an answer but he did want to give the two of them time to think things through so he gave himself one attempt at the apple bobbing to give them time.

Though Alister's face wasn't built for dunking into the water, with both his long mouth and most of all his fur, he did manage to catch one apple, it might not have been the prize apple but it was a tasty apple nonetheless. Kinda reminded him of the magical apples from the barony albeit a bit less sweet, though he will need to find a towel or something to clean his face off from the water, mainly since wet fur is annoying to feel, and smell if not patted dry quickly enough.
"Forgive me for a second." Said Alister before walking a few steps away from people and shaking his head violently as a wet dog gets rid of its wetness from their fur. And after doing so he returned to the two."Don't you dare laugh."

Spoiler: Nightly activities

Alister will go grab a bottle of wine try and drink it with lord Alistair with an excuse of "The two people sharing similar names, should carry their burden together. Before going to his own room to sleep after drinking with him and talking, till either of them get sleepy.

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess
Titles: Fae, Lune Elf
Character Sheet
Mentions: Spoiled Bread
Location: Pie-eating contest
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Mikhail would smile, “May the best pie-hole win!”He smiled as he began to feast on the delectable treat. He’d chuckle as Aqua began to choke on the pie, clearly biting off more than she could chew. “Don’t die on me now little blue!” The fae smirked as his mouth was full of pumpkin pie. He’d tap her back with his robotic harm, looking to assist the human.

However as he tried to help, he too would begin to choke!

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 12
Interaction:

As Watching walked out of the Haunted House it sat on the ground, dealing with a splitting headache, it looked honestly confused and bewildered as to what it was even doing again a few moments ago before it looked towards the goldfish which were still within its hand. Looking at them slowly swimming in the tiny space, slowly recovering from the horrible feeling of what Irihi had put them through.

It sat there looking at them for a good minute or two, doubt filling its mind what it should even do with them at this moment. It wanted them to not be stuck in some wooden box after all, nor could it care for them, so it should probably release them and hope that wherever they end up will be a place that suits them? It looked across the area though and it didn't earnestly have a clue where there would even be an actual river, rather then the smallest of creeks.

At least it wasn't' summer at the moment, but still how successful could it be in giving these little guys a home in any fashion now? It didn't help thinking about these depressing thoughts whilst it was dealing with the headache in tow, but such is how life is after all. Not exactly certain on what to do, it looked over to the Fortune telling place. Maybe it could ask them for its fortune in regards to finding a proper place to release them somewhere. So it began to waddle down to the little place, looking quite adorable as it greeted Maelis who was likely finishing up soon enough as it was getting dark. "I've never done one of these before, but could you do one more for this night?" Writing such down on its wooding board as it held the fish bag with its tail.

Yet as it received the worst fortune it could it grew quite sad, as Maelis informed Watching that though they looked quite fine now whatever had happened to these little fish had been terrible enough to only have a few hours to perhaps a day at most left. Leaving it quite dejected as it sat outside of the fortune teller's hut, looking into the fish bag, not knowing what could make them the most happy in the small time they still had.​

 

[Mephisto]

Titles: [Fae, Mundane]

Text Colors: #ffcf30, #e60606

“It's Showtime!!” - 1/1, cooldown not active

“One Hell of a Show!” - 0/1, cooldown almost over

“We Have a Deal to Make” - 0/1, cooldown active

Mentions: | Irihi |

Total Amount of Points: 2
​

---

He felt her skin for a split second. She was cold, colder than a corpse.

His smile tightened, then shuddered. A sort of pain shot through his arm. Had he himself been deceived? No... this worked. His suit was the first thing to dissolve, unraveled by rapid decomposition. It stopped midway past the elbow, revealing that the odd coloration of his hands did not belong to articles of clothing but were instead seared into his flesh. Inky veins of black crept up beyond his wrists, his fingers tipped with red talons. All of this crumbled into dust, vanishing as sure as a gasp on the wind. He stepped backwards, watching the display with a strange amount of curiosity.

He didn't scream nor did he show signs of obscene panic. The bones clattered to the floor as the cartilage and connecting tissues hissed into nothingness with a faint, pathetic noise. He was left with a nub, bleeding in spasming sheets onto the floor. He was about to say something else, but Irihi turned her head and her hair met his face in an insulting gesture. Deep ravines of smoking flesh were left behind as parts of his face decayed on the spot. Yet even then he smiled. A tooth joined the gathering dust.

"Oh my darling Irihi," he purred as she left him in the darkness of his fading illusion.

There was no light, there was no sound. The music died down into stark, unsettling silence. His wounds trembled. He hovered his remaining hand over the exposed meat on his cheek, stealing away precious ounces of dark blood. He licked them from his fingers, his mouth already renewed with a surrogate fang. Mephisto's chest rose and fell with a sinister cackle. His demented howl disappeared into the mansion's long halls.

He raised his stump, the unnatural sounds of screaming bone and boiling flesh churning from the missing limb. Bones emerged in quick succession, stitched together by glowing-green maggots and leeches. Florescent and grotesque, the mound of parasites collapsed to the floor and began digesting the evidence of the sudden and bloody end to pandemonium meeting with post-mortem. The bones they used to transfer into this plane of existence swirled with a rapacious energy, tendons and muscular details wrapping around the ossified framework. Bright emerald light snaked around the new arm, coiling like rumbling lightning in distant storm clouds. Mephisto raised it and clenched the fist, repairing his suit in similar order as his eyes reflected a rabid, unstable power.

The devil used his newly acquired hand to summon his cane.

"I do hope you have pleasant dreams~"

He walked through the doorway leading into the parlor room, then he was gone. He neither emerged from the other side nor left traces of his even being there in the first place. He simply vanished into the unknowable depths of the shadows... for now.

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Actions:

1 - spooky

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aqua

Location: Pie booth -> Strength booth
Points earned: 8 pts
SixSense​

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Oh, no. The he's also choking! Aqua looks in shock at the elf next to her akso got into the same situation as her. So she raised her hand, and started repeatedly slapping the elf's back as the elf too. Both were choking and trying to help each other at the same time until they finally got the pie out of their throat.

Enough pie for today.

She felts like she wouldn't be able to eat another pie for the next few weeks. Aqua excused herself from the pie booth. Now she's going to burn some of those pie's calories by swinging some hammer. She picked the lightest hammer she could find and then slammed the hammer as hard as she can, hoping she would get at least a decent score.​

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess
Titles: Fae, Lune Elf
Character Sheet
Mentions: Giftvi
Location: Pie-eating contest to Fortune teller
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The tiny humans fingers aided in digesting the pie, the interaction couldn’t have been embarrassing.

“Wow you really saved my metal beh-“ before he could turn to thank her she was gone and off to the next booth.

“Hats off to you little blue.” Mikhail smiled as he lifted his hat giving his thanks. With that he decided to go over to the fortune telling, looking to see them read his awful fate would help him forget the embarrassment at the pie booth.

As the elf made his way over he’d notice a purple dog wearing a costume. “Well damn, aren’t you just the cutest little purple puppy I’ve ever seen. And you even have a costume on, that’s fucking adorable!” Mikhail chuckled as he kneeled down. It even had a wooden board and was holding a bag of fish. This must’ve been one of those super high Iq sentient breeds of canines. Upon closer inspection [Insight F] he’d notice that this puppy had a sad face. “Damn what’s wrong little guy? You lost or something, I can help you find whoever you’re looking for.”

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 12
Interaction:

Left to itself it ruminated upon this messy maelstrom of feelings, a sight releasing out of its nose as it cast a downcast expression towards the ground below it. Its little arm overreaching its knees as it had curled up a little into a ball there on the ground, yet the silence of it all fell away as someone not only approached the booth, but very directly interacted with it. And earnestly? What he said was perhaps the least that Watching would have wanted to hear in this moment.
It glanced towards Mikhail and Mikhail could see one of its hands clench solidly, it was hard to really read the critter due to its overall... alien nature compared to say another person. But it certainly wasn't hard to read a rising tension as Watching openly stared towards the man, putting down the fish bag upon the ground for a moment, its piercing stare waning for a moment. Before grabbing the wooden board out of its leather satchel and writing down upon it blindly.

"Don't EVER call me that again."

Wiping such away with the small paint soaked rag it would continue to write again so that it could show the following to Mikhail.

"All of this bloody patronizing puppy this, or puppy that. Are you lost pupper. Oh I'll be so kind to help it find its 'Owner'. Leave me well and enough alone, if that is your first thought when you see me."

Wiping the last part away in a quick hurry with its paint soaked rag, putting away the wooden board and grabbing the fish bag with its tail. Bumping into Mikhail as it stormed off, and perhaps surprising the man with the ridiculous physical strength a critter of its size had. As it bore no difficulty to move him aside. Going towards the hammer booth, Aqua would see it storm up to grab one of the heaviest hammers they had and just begin attempting to pummel with a horrible anger like it was letting out all of the frustrations bubbling inside of it.

Yet as with all of this rush its hammer didn't even hit the target, as rushed and unfocused as it was, it had just swung the hammer as if it were throwing a tantrum.​

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess
Titles: Fae, Lune Elf
Character Sheet
Mentions: Giftvi
Location: Fortune teller
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Mikhail looked amazed at the small creature as it wrote ferociously upon the board it had. However after reading what had been written upon the board, the smile on Mikhails face slowly turned into a blank face.

“Well I’m sorry my purple pal, didn’t mean to cause you any trouble.” Mikhail would scratch his head as he stood up straight. The creature would wipe its board clean once more before creating another well articulated paragraph about its feeling. So much so that the elf had to hold back his own amazement. Mikhail would raise his hands surrendering, “alright alright my man I’ll leave you alone, it was an honest mistake. I apologize my purple pal. I don’t want any problems.” The creature would storm off, bumping into the elf causing him to move a bit to the side.

Mikhail would watch as the purple fellow went over to hammer booth and grasped a hammer much much bigger than its size. His attempts would generate a small chuckle out of Mikhail who would quickly turn his head incase the purple critter choose to bash his head in next.

“May I get a fortune reading mam”

The fortune read to Mikhail place a smile on his face, as it was exactly what he had expected. The teller replied to him saying that they see a candle burning, as they peered deeper into the fire they could see an unknown entity on the other end watching the candle burn slowly. Taking delight as the wax melted. Its smile, ever so eery.

“Yep pretty much what I expected”

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 14
Interaction: SixSense Spoiled Bread

Its head turned towards Mikhail who couldn't help but give a small chuckle at the sight, as it obviously had heard such. Its large ears having no troubles at picking up distant sounds even faint like such after all. Its frustration boiling over as it put the hammer aside and picked one a bit more appropriate for its size as the handle itself had been its own height alone. Standing after all only 'bout four feet in height.

And continue to smash away at the target, having little intention to stop trying to vent the anger which it felt in whatever way it could, having had enough of how much it had been denigrated across its journey even among the wonderful people it had met so far as well. And that righteous anger was strong, because as it hit the target now, the resounding noise echoed as it hit the bell.​

 

[Maverick Six]

Martin
Mentions: @Develius
Equipped Titles: Abomination, Human (Mundane), Construct, Novice Tinkerer, Isekai

A whiff. Though Martin couldn't color himself surprised for reasons previously explained. "A shame. Though as long as I can hit someone who rushes me a few feet away, I can't say I'd be complaining that much." He said, commenting on his failed shot. "You on the other hand, this is your money maker, is it not? " He chimed, before responding more seriously.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Though being alone can be quite dangerous, even for the likes of you. Still, at least I know where you are." Even Martin didn't think himself unable to be taken by surprise. Even his intellect was only as good based on the quality of data he had. In concerns to this matter, the information he had was far too scant for his liking.

That would be something he would seek to remedy later. For now, he would seek to accomplish as many things as he could at once. Having assuredly secured an ally, he set himself to a few other tasks. One was to observe some of the other "guests" present to seek to gather any information on them. The other was to try to make headway on that game. He might yet make headway on a prize.

"Why don't you keep practicing? I'll see about having a look around myself, as I seek out the other attractions. I'll see you at a later point." He said to Jeb.

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The cyborg took to the fair, deciding at random which contest to pick via a series of coins flips. The options narrowed down between all five stands in eyeshot until....it was he was left with one. Right next door to where he was at the marksmanship trial...was a pie eating contest.

Well I am a little bit hungry.

While less than ideal for nutrion for most, Martin's synthetic stomache was well suited to the breakdown of most carbohydrates, converting them into fuel for his mechanical parts. He in fact, benefitted from having a little bit more sugar than one might in a manner above average. He simply needed it more. Still, the idea of engorging himself on pie like a savage. The older type didn't find himself to be a particularly

As Martin took a seat by the Pie eating contest -- he did so with a knife and fork. At his side, there was a cup of water, ready to wash it all down.

If nothing else, I'll gain a meal at least.

Once the signal was given to go, Martin began. Mechanical and organic fingers both moved with a practiced hand, cutting the pie into well calculated pieces before he'd simply bring it to his mouth. All things considered, he was quite slow compared to the other participants, his pace more moderate. However, he remained steady until his body had given him a clear sign to stop.

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Actions: 3/3

1. Say goodbye to jeb

2. Walk to ST7

3. Pie eating Contest

Point Counter: 3/20