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EVENT & TDM 028

WAKE UP

The chill of autumn sets into your bones as you wake from slumber. You don’t remember your window being left open — in fact, you’re pretty sure you double-checked last night that it was closed — but as you get up to slam it shut, you notice something different about the room you’re in.

…that is a whole baby animal curled up asleep on your bed. A baby squirrel, perhaps, or a deer or a fox. No matter what animal has crawled into your room, the mosses and mushrooms it grows on its back smacks of something distinctly fae. Cyclamen bloom across its head like a crown, and it looks at you with a sleepy expression before laying its head down and going back to sleep.

You gaze out the window. In the distance, a path of cyclamen bloom out in the woods, and something further beyond the treeline twinkles brightly despite it being broad daylight. Colourful, but distant. Where would it lead, if you were to follow the path…?

Actually, you should probably grab breakfast and kick that animal out of your room first.

WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS

cw: blood and gore, food-related horror
Following the path, no matter the time of day, leads you to an offshoot deep in the woods that you’re sure no one has explored before. The trip feels a lot shorter than it definitely was, yet you’re sure you must have walked for many hours to get here. The clearing is humungous; a circus tent stands high on a hill overhead, the path to it traced by the very same cyclamen that led you here in the first place. Around this peak rest stalls of carnival games and carnival foods, a bit eccentric in their make but no less fun according to the carnies who shout at you to come over and enjoy their booths. They wear masks, all of them do, but knock their masks off and they look a lot like people you know — though they don’t seem to recognize you, and seem more intent on getting you to enjoy your time here.

The Test Your Strength game is clearly rigged; the hammer that the man hands you is made entirely of a squeaky, air-filled rubber, and hitting it as hard as you can on the plate leads the machine to spew out a pathetic-sounding “L OOOOOO S E RRRRR” every hit. Those who are particularly frustrated may find that if they pop the hammer by slamming it down hard enough, the machine spits out an angry-sounding “WIIIIIIIIN EEEEERRRRR”. A few stalls down and to the left from that is a darts game, where the darts fly well and are weighted properly, but the balloons pinned to the wall are filled with a viscous mix of blood and offal. If they sit for too long, the plasma coagulating in the balloons will fall down in chunks when they’re popped. Ring Toss involves tossing rings around what look to be severed arms, but sometimes they move on their own to snag the ring out of the air in their fists. Naturally, this counts as a miss in the eyes of the carny, who laughs at you under their mask as they hand you another ring. Try and try again.

When you go to get food and lounge about, you’ll find that the food is no less disgusting — funnel cakes made of a ground mystery meat and covered in a suspicious red sauce are dolled out to anyone who so much as looks at the picture on the menu. The lemonade has eyes floating in it and tastes like sour tears. Corndogs are served on a stick that wiggles between your fingers as you try to hold it, the little legs tickling your hand in an attempt to escape; giant pretzels taste inverted, like a salt brick flavoured with breadcrumbs. Ice cream feels like white noise in your mouth.

You can’t quite get to the tent quite yet. The real circus isn’t for another month, as the carnies will tell you, but they’d love it if you stick around and play games with them for a while. They made this food special for you, don’t you want to eat it? Don’t you want to head to the face-painting booth to get an extremely realistic skull painted over your features? Don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you?

IN THE CENTER OF THE RING

cw: animal abuse, death, unsafe depictions of live performances

Finally, finally it’s time for the big show! Clowns and acrobats swoop through Aldric’s Grove, hooting and hollering and urging you to come see, come see! If you refuse they will whine sadly but move on- the fun will come to you. Don’t worry. The fun will find you.

Those willing to give the circus a chance are ushered in with grand band music playing and lights shining all around. Lanterns swing, popcorn and cotton candy of varying quality are shoved into audience members’ hands and everyone is ushered into the stands. Despite the village being so small, it feels like there’s at least dozens within the tent, whispering in anticipation.

The ringleader steps out with a warm welcome, practically dancing around the ring while acts go on. Clowns dance and juggle and tumble - oops, did a bowling pin whizz past your head? And tamed animals actively try to charge for the audience - for you. No one seems to care beyond a laugh and a wave, though there’s an uncomfortably harsh tug at the beasts’ leashes every time. Stiltwalkers walk through the stands, uncaring if they step on someone, and perhaps, the worst of all is when the trapeze artists come out. Up, up, up they go and fling themselves through the air. It’s dazzling, at first - until the man drops his partner, letting her fall to the ground with a sickening crunch and disjointed limbs splayed, all while she smiles, face falling to look at the audience.

It’s such a quiet moment, yet deafeningly loud. One may be forgiven for not hearing the cages behind the scenes all slam open at the same time.

THE DEPTHS OF FEAR

The cages slam open, and something rips through the cloth of the tent. All the performers laugh and laugh and laugh, even as things with claws rip into them, even as the door to the outside seems to vanish behind stone, and as the only way to go is down a trapdoor that’s appeared beneath your feet. Though you could try and fight, you’ll quickly find yourself overwhelmed with large beasts and feral circus animals, so there isn’t much of a choice. The chute is cramped and harsh, leaving you scraped and bruised before it comes to a stop.

Stairs lead down further, reuniting you with your fellow captive audience members within the ruins of what looks to be multiple towns and villages stacked atop each other, each layer a different age, style or material than the last. It’s dark, cold yet muggy and you… you are not alone.

Deep within the shadows waits a monster, hoping to hunt you down; something built around your worst fears. Will it try and lure you away from the herd? Will it fight you head on? Or will it use you?

Either way, it wants your blood in its maws, and it will not stop, only running away to recover once injured enough. The only way out is to get back to the surface and back to town…

Where those who declined the invitation will find themselves at risk of being menaced by their own fears as well. You didn’t think we’d forget you, did you?

It’s going to be a long night.

A STRANGE DELIVERY

Eventually, be it the light of day chasing frights away or your own determination to kill that which cannot be killed- or maybe you discover another way- it’s over, and you find yourselves exhausted from the night before. The circus tents and their stalls still stand, though now they’re empty save for the scent of blood and rot and a flyer for the Cyclamen Circus tosses about in the breeze. The way to the Grove is quiet but safe, and you’ll probably want to clean up and go to bed, right…?

As you stumble back into the clearings, something happens, though. A sound of something thrumming, branches breaking and breaking and a deep guttural sound echoes from the forest, several bright lights shining through the trees.

To some, it’s something entirely new. To others, it’s achingly, frighteningly familiar. A large metal truck bursts through the treeline, coming to a stop a respectful distance from the Goddesses’ statues.

The passenger side’s door opens and a woman steps out, mouth opening and closing again as she struggles to find words. The driver steps out as well, just as stunned.

“I can’t believe it. All this time, there’s been people…?” The woman asks, while the man just slowly looks around.

“... It looks like it… but. It’s so hard to believe with everything else we’ve seen since breaching the fog…”

“We can’t just leave them here, we- we gotta do something!”

“What about-”

“Ohhhh, who cares! This is way bigger than any stupid ruin or whatever!” The woman snaps, before stepping forward with purpose and far too much energy for her body to handle. “Excuse me! I know this is really strange, but we’re here to help! My name is Iris and this is Henry, and we’re going to get you to safety!”

”We were supposed to be researching the fae ruins within…”

”Shut up, Henry.”

It’s an impressive declaration. But she insists that you start packing up what you can once you’ve gotten some rest, because the truck’s certainly big enough, and ignores Henry’s own misgivings. Roseroot awaits.

Spark Notes

summary

WAKE UP: Good morning! There's a creature in your room and also it's cold. If you look out your window, you'll see a path of cyclamen leading off into the woods, and some lights in the distance. Hmmm.
WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS: The workers at the circus, the carnies and dancers and performers, all look like people you knew at one point in your life. They don't know you, but they're happy to treat you like family as they serve you food and have you play their (rigged) games. What's wrong with the food? Why are you making a face?
IN THE CENTER OF THE RING: The real circus begins, and it's as delightful as it is gore-filled. ...depending on your definintion of delightful, anyway. The performers seem clumsy, often throwing things at you - or did they purposely aim in your direction? - and the stiltwalkers nearly step on you as they pass. Animals who get too close may bite, and one of the performers falls from the ceiling and dies with a smile.
THE DEPTHS OF FEAR: Your way out is through a trapdoor. The animal cages burst open, and not only are animals released, but beasts composed of your worst fears chase you down in an attempt to kill you. Those of you who spent your time back at the Grove don't fare much better; the fear monsters are after you, too.
A STRANGE DELIVERY: And at the month's end, a truck bursts through the forest, two people stumbling out of it in shock that you're here. Roseroot awaits you, but you all should get some rest and pack before making the journey.

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Hello everyone! Welcome to our September TDM. This is a reminder that TDMs are considered game canon. We will have a second TDM in October, and then none in Nov-Dec to round out the year. As always if there are any questions, please head to the relevant Questions toplevel below.

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★ Yes, you can make up whatever circus food and games you want!
★ There are prizes for winning games, if you want there to be. Like with any carnival, they're cheaply-made stuffed animals and plastic junk no one wants. They can be any shade of cute or horrifying; dealer's choice.
★ If you want normal food, you'll have to head back to the Grove; everything at the Cyclamen Circus ranges from kinda gross to full on horror show.
★ Roseroot is currently inaccessible despite the end prompt; that will be touched on during next month's TDM/Event.

Any other questions can be asked below!

Edited 2025-09-04 23:52 (UTC)

Please give us a rundown of what your character fears, and our head mod Amity will make up a monster for you to use! We specifically ask that you give us fears and not traumas. Traumas are for the next event ;)

Please use the following form for investigations:

Character(s):
Location:
Action: What are they looking for? What are they doing?

My character fears:
-the typical more "scary" kinds of bugs like roaches, spiders, centipedes, etc.
-dying
-being invisible/disappearing
-not being in control of her body
-public speaking (during an acting challenge she became anxious when she learned it would be televised to people)

I offer a pair: a ginormous centipede and equally large spider, who tagteam their hunt for her. The spider can take control of her with it's web and use her to assault others if she cannot escape (roll a d20 and get higher than 14), while the centipede traps her in a strange fog that renders her unable to perceive anyone around her. The two will scitter and crawl in the shadows, luring her away from others if they cannot use her to harm them, before beginning the hunt in earnest.

(Thank you to Aster for letting me borrow your fear monster for this example <3)

if you use something other than the squeaky hammer to hit the machine will you face any consequences of any kind?

(click!)

Circus Games;

[The look on their face is a combination of dubious and scathing as they're handed a toy hammer with which to complete a test of strength, not accustomed to the concept of carnivals and rigged games. Yet despite that, Astrid does give it one hard whack nonetheless, scowling when it rings out with a loud call of LOSER as the little mechanism barely budges. The carnie snickers and sneers as Astrid peers at the game with a scrutinizing eye, and Astrid very much does not appreciate that, oh no. That causes him to whip around and slam his heel against the plate hard in response, staring at the carnie directly in the eyes as the game croaks out a very reluctant WINNER.

Cue an argument between the two on which of them cheated more egregiously. Maybe you can come break it up before the very much sus carnival possibly chooses to engage in any consequences...]

[...consequences. They do in fact exist! If you stand and watch Astrid argue with the guy for a while, eventually other carnies will start to surround them, pick Astrid up despite all his squirming and protests, and they throw him into one of the larger sized animal cages.

You can't rescue him right away though, if you're even inclined to, because for approximately five minutes the carnies are going to be surrounding the cage, walking in circles, shaming and jeering Astrid for daring to game the system.

Embarrassing. You're welcome to come help once they're gone though, because he's too busy sitting there pouting and avoiding eye contact to notice the bars are actually quite squeeze-able.]

Circus Treats;

[Astrid is staring at the menu board for the various treats and snacks, once again looking dubious as hell, arms crossed over their chest and ears flattened back just a tad, as if every part of them wanted to just lean away from this monstrosity of a meal option.]

Is this what you guys eat around here?

[Said to whoever is nearby to hear it, or maybe even to the vendors themselves if you're just walking up to approach for a snack of your own. They don't really have a basis for comparison to know otherwise, but damn this all seems gross as hell--]

Depths of Fear;

[Astrid has... never been to a circus. The circus doesn't really exist where they're from, and he's not really sure what's particularly entertaining about all of this, especially when they were constantly two seconds away from a traumatic head injury from flying objects, or a gauge wound from a swipe of an animal's claws. Very much uninterested in the cotton candy infested with spiders they'd been handed upon entry, they drop it to the ground by their feet, before turning to look around them for the next nearest puzzled person.]

Is this... normal, here?

[They narrowly escape a big ol' chomp being taken out of their tail before getting down the trap door, dropping down the chute and collapsing into a heap at the bottom. They groan, press a hand against their now aching head, ears flat in their combination of irritation and fright that's been thinly veiled as the former.]

Well, shit.

[At least they weren't the only one here...]

[Astrid was not much of a fighter, as far as powers went. They could handle a sword, but they didn't have one, like... with them right now. Not that it'd do them much good anyways when their opponent was a giant crawling beast made of fire. So all they could do was run, try not to trip over their feet, and hope that their heart wouldn't give out from how hard it was pounding first before they even had a chance to manage to escape.

If you turn the corner into the path Astrid's running and thus into the beast's view, he'll very sharply yell out:]

Run.

((ooc: hiii this is aster this is my oc i hand him to u like a little baby bird in ur hand. permissions/info, wip app if ur curious. astrid is they/them or he/him feel free to use whichever whenever or do whatever your character would be most likely to use. i kind of swap with the vibes in prose))

Edited 2025-09-05 17:33 (UTC)

You will be put in the Time Out Cube™, which is an empty animal cage. The bars are large enough to squeeze through and your escape won't be noticed, but you'll have to endure five minutes of the Procession of Shame first.

does anything happen if a character DOES get an extremely realistic skull painted on their face or are they just Painted

They are just painted™, but the paint sticks to your face like one of those cursed ass black charcoal masks that you peel away. It will take the top layer of skin off with it. Free exfoliation, I guess?

I. Another nap

[ When Ras sleeps, generally he's weirdly aware of his surroundings. Not necessarily while he sleeps, but certainly the just before he "shuts off", for lack of a better descriptor. When you sleep for years at a time, though, it's not uncommon for people to move you around like precious cargo. There's no Sacred Bed For Sleepyheads, or anything like that.

But, he doesn't remember falling asleep this time. So when he opens his eyes to take things in, it's jarring in more than just his surroundings. The fact there's no one here beyond a small creature, it's... hm. It certainly, y'know, is. Not to mention he doesn't feel his connection to his world - his goddess here. This isn't home. He's not supposed to be here.

...

Ras ends up trailing over to the fox who looks nothing like his own fox companion, and scooping it up anyway. He manages to stir it awake for a moment, but a few well placed scritches will get it to fall back asleep as he floats outside the room, just inches above the ground. He's still rather short, even with that little bit of leverage, but he's going to try and investigate his surroundings. This building seems to be lived in, and not just by creatures. There's a kitchen that looks freshly used, and the place is lacking the sort of cobwebs and dust that somewhere abandoned would harbor.

Even if there's no one yet at the front desk, he'll knock on it anyway, and look around. It might very well be that people are still just sleeping. The sun isn't even fully out yet, after all. ] Excuse me? Um, pardon for the intrusion. It wasn't my intention to trespass here...

II. Investigating...?

[ The path itself does not draw Ras' attention. It's likely he hadn't put together that it was a path to begin with, and simply just part of the scenery of this world. He seems a little bewildered by everything. He doesn't normally get the chance to do this - take in his surroundings. He's not confined within castle walls or in the fiery throws of war. Things aren't normal or good maybe, and he should be concerned that he doesn't know where he is, but...

Look at this little mushroom frog. Look at that massive moose lady who speaks and ate a flower out of Ras' hand. Look at the eyeballs on these lemons. Look at the river and the shiny things in the water. Look at the clouds and the feel the wind and...

Ras seems so happy to just absorb all of the beauty here, excuse him. ]

III. Carnivile

[ When he does finally "follow the path", it's less like he's doing just that and more he's following someone who happens to be heading there as well. He opts to walk instead of float to seem a little more "normal". People likely don't know him here if he's not home anymore, and he would like to fit in a little more if that's the case. Of course, Ras didn't really use his legs all that often, so he's not exactly... graceful in his walking. Pretty much the moment he spends more time focusing on the surrounding carnival and not on his footsteps, he slips on the Mystery Red Liquid(tm) that's pooled by one of the stalls and falls directly on his ass with little squeak of surprise. He's fine, of course. A little embarrassed, that's all.

If you happen to be over by said stalls, he'll quickly pick himself up and not even bother brushing himself off to get your attention. ]

Pardon, I don't think you should... [ ...He clears his throat. ] Is the food here supposed to be so... completely vile?

IV. Fright Night

[ The more exploring of the carnival Ras does, the more he's realized this is alarmingly all not too far from his normal Tuesday on Orbis. The creepy carnies that look like friends, the vile food, the show that elicit more shock and concern than it does entertainment and joy... This is all just something a certain Acolyte of the Archdemon would whip up for fun. Especially the endless nightmare-esque fear monsters. Those were her favorite.

Thus, perhaps to others, it's surprising when he casually summons a blade to cut down the mangled depiction of seemingly normal people. His friends, if one were to ask. People he'd once let down.

And as for yours, if he can easily recognize it as a distorted fear monster, it's going to find itself wrapped in chains that seem to just appear in a flash. They wrap around the monster and go taut to hold it down. Ras does not immediately take his sword to it, first just wanting to ensure your safety. Hence why he seems to be looking over you for damage. ] Are you alright? Are you good to run?

V. Wildcard
DM me for plotting stuff if you want! Or hmu on Discord. :>

[ Everything considered, Aira doesn't need to go to the inn that often unless he feels like visiting someone who lives there. It's not something he really thinks to do, but every now and then it feels like the thing to do, and after his first and hopefully last foray into the circus... Well, he feels safer staying somewhere with a lot of people for a bit.

He's just been lounging about in the front area when he heard the knock at the front desk. The person standing there is unfamiliar, and a weight sinks in his stomach realizing what must have happened. ]

Hello..? Um. Don't worry about trespassing too much, this kind of thing happens a lot here.

[ Well, "a lot" was relative, but suffice to say no one would consider what happened to be trespassing. ]

Are you alright?

[ Ras firmly plants his feet down when he's addressed, but he doesn't bother putting down the fox. This is his now, thanks. ]

"Happens a lot"... [ He ponders this for a moment. ] Are you... also not from here?

A little disoriented, but physically, I'm fine. Is this place someone's home? I woke up in someone's bed. I believe I may have stolen their pet, actually. [ No- ]

i. wake up (grab a brush and—

[Waking up in an unfamiliar location? Scary. Not good. Very bad, actually, considering he was literally embroiled in an active fight with an Acolyte about 3 and a half seconds ago. Waking up in an unfamiliar location bleeding from the wound said Acolyte inflicted on him... even worse.

Where the fuck is Kayron.

Why the fuck is Vildred in bed with a tiny baby... he thinks lion? Some kind of plant-lion.

At this rate, he's pretty sure he died in combat and has gone to... hhhhhheaven Maybe, but he can't really say he was ever the most pious person in life. RIP in rest. He just has to hope Ras managed to defeat the Archdemon, and that the Heirs who weren't holding off the hoards of enemies managed to make it out alive.

His head hurts.

He gets out of bed and glances off to the side at his sheathed sword leaning against the wall, pausing to wonder if Diche would want him to have that in Heaven — theoretically the afterlife should be peaceful, but does he just. Get things he left behind? Does that mean all his paperwork is coming with him too? Goddess whyyyy.

Either way, he feels that going outside without said blade is probably the worst idea ever, so he grabs the sheath in one hand, scoops the baby lion in the other — where is your mother, seriously — and heads out into the hallway, still bleeding by the way, as he physically walks into you.]

Sorry, excuse me.

[He would've seen you coming if he didn't have blood dripping into his eyes, he swears, but the priority right now is "why the fuck is there a lion cub" and "where am I" and less "I could've lost an eye".]

ii. carnival

[Apparently he's not dead (???) (a canon update to 5 seconds in the future and he will be, though) which is. Good. On the tin, this is a good thing. Also on the tin is a carefully printed label that says "also you're not on Orbis. who the fuck is Kayron and why do you have beef with him", which is actually really bad for reasons that he's simply not going into after asking you what's going on. Time to kick our emotions under the rug and fester about them! This is mentally healthy and will not have consequences later.

In the back of his mind, he's pretty sure this is the effects of another Acolyte, so it's probably better to keep his mouth shut anyway. Tenebria liked to mess with people. It makes sense that he'd see no one here that he knows if she's behind this and has him trapped in a dream.

Unfortunately, with nothing else to do and no way of actually escaping, the circus... does sound good on the tin. Now that he's no longer bleeding and can see properly, he can at the very least explore, less to have fun and more to observe the situation as a whole. Masked workers, food stalls, games, a prize booth that has particularly creepy plushies hanging up — yep, that one smacks of Tenebria's handywork alright. It's as he's passing through the crowd of masked workers to head toward the tent, completely ignoring the fact that the actual performances aren't happening yet, that he spots a familiar-looking... well not face, her face is covered, but she certainly has Kise's hairstyle.]

Kise—!

["Kise" simply hands him a corndog, twirls, and dances on down the path. Uh, hello— you'd think if he were really trapped in a nightmare dream that she'd start calling him names or something, but no, she's already gone by the time he looks back. And a corndog? Really?

...

Why is something crawling on his hands—

With a very slightly unbecoming shudder, Vildred drops the corndog and shakes his hand out, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end as it skitters into the bushes.

Tell him you didn't see that.]

iii. fear monsters!

[And then all hell breaks loose.

Vildred was not going to show up for the performance — hell no, spending what feels like several weeks to a month here has been bad enough — so have fun, whoever went, bring him back some popcorn slathered in blood or whatever. Not his monkeys. Literally not his circus. Unfortunately, the twisted monsters make their way back to this peaceful town. Standard day for him, really, but no less obnoxious — and they're sturdy fuckers too, all twisted and different and nothing like he's seen before. What he wouldn't give to have an actual team at his back right now; the people here don't fight with much coordination, he notices, as stray magic bolts and projectiles whizz past his head. Good Goddess you people are going to burn down the entire Grove—

This thought does not stop him from moving in front of the monster attacking you in the nick of time, the long blade he wields blocking fang and claw from piercing your flesh. He says nothing, but turns and looks back at you with a nod and a smile.

Please do not take his head off on your follow-up attack while he tanks the boss, thanks.]

iv. wildcard

[hi it's me wolfie. this is my new son i found him in the trash dying on the floor. you know the drill]

[ Technically they're all from there, but saying that now will just confuse the guy, he thinks. Instead he gets up from where he was sitting to go properly greet the man. ]

Yeah, it's a long story, but most of us here had the same thing happen to us. This is the local inn, so you didn't steal anything. It's where people that... show up tend to stay until they can find somewhere else to stay in town.

[ A sympathetic look crosses the blond's face, ]

Sorry to say but there hasn't really been any luck on finding a way back, if there is any.

Welcome to the Circus ♡1》

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[ Aira has seen all manner of horrible thing in his time living in the Nest already. Excessive amounts of blood, body horror, death, decay. It wasn't a picnic by any means, so when he follows the little squirrel that wandered into his room-- well... He's not so much surprised as he is resigned. The echoes of Tatsumi and Hiiro he find in the circus are painful, but expected after that horrible nightmare they were locked in.

He should be more horrified than he is, but rather than screaming at every little terrible thing he sees, he just... looks miserable more than scared. The blond wanders the circus grounds aimlessly, feeling sick with every new sight. He doesn't even want to know what the food looks like after seeing the blood in the balloon game. Perhaps you'd like to enlighten him? Or maybe you'd like to escort him out of here, it's no place for someone of his temperament. ]

The Depths of Fear ♡2》

Click here

[ He doesn't go to the circus. He's not one to tempt fate like that, and he'd seen enough when he visited the first time to know that the main event would be no better. He's seen mostly around the town the day the circus is due for their big show, and he's keeping himself busy as best he can to distract himself from what was probably going on out there...

Only, it doesn't seem to be just out there anymore. He's not sure what he's looking at at first when it stops in its path- he just notices the blood red eyes and stops for a moment since it's staring right at him. Only then can he make out that its a spider, and he really, really doesn't like how intently it seems to be looking at him.

An attempt to back away is met with the little thing shrieking like a banshee and skittering towards him ]

Aieeek--! [ He is sprinting away from this thing oh god. ]

Wildcard ♡3》
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[Wow that guy sure looks familiar :) Kind of looks like Ras :) That's so nice of Tenebria to...

wait—]

Ras!

[First "is this a dream/hallucination" litmus test: Does Ras immediately start saying the most vile, out of character shit a man can? He knows how this works, girl, you're not clever. You will not pull the wool over his eyes.

Anyway, as he's calling out to his Best Friend™, he's quite literally yeeting himself over a fallen log, one hand holding onto the rough wood as he throws himself in a quick hop over it and jogs up to the Heir's side.

Looks normal. Well, looks like he's in his fully beefed-up form, but looks normal otherwise. Looks... exactly like Ras, always spacing out like he does. Huh.

...

Ahem. Not staring. Vildred does not stare at the Heir of the Covenant for way too long ever, those are lies invented by their friend group who is not here.]

What happened with the Archdemon?

[Please tell him you won and also that Kayron fucking like, exploded or something and that they're not actually in a dream.]

[Ain hears people yelling "Shame! Shame! Shame!" in the distance and wonders what this could possibly be about, approaching carefully so that they don't grab him and do the same... but they seem not to care that he's watching.

...

Ain joins the circle of rotating carnies and points at Astrid's cage.]

Shame! Shame! Shame!

[ He at least seems to take this information in stride. To another, it's hard to tell if it just doesn't phase him or if he just isn't letting it sink in. To Ras... it's a little of both, if he's being honest. He's not very good at processing things, he only knows how he's "supposed" to act. ]

That's alright. Rifts open in my world all the time. I just usually take care not to venture through them, so I don't understand how I got here...

How long have you been here? Have you seen any open up? This place certainly feels distorted enough to have anomalies like that popping up.

[This guy didn't even look like he was part of the circus! He was just doing this for fun!! What the fuck!!!

This cannot be abided.]

That guy told me to do it. It was his master plan the whole time to get all the stuffed animals.

[Very loudly so all the carnies will hear, while pointing directly at Ain--]

[Whoops, he's just gonna pretend he didn't see that... kid? Guy? Short dude? just eat shit on the path. Flamebringer doesn't even question why people would wear no shoes out here. In Kazdel you didn't often have shoes. Walking through blood just happened. Whatever.

He does have one of those mystery meat funnel cakes, though, and yes he is eating it.]

This actually isn't bad, [he says when he realises Ras is talking to him,] it tastes like a fried hotdog. Probably made of the same shit. Doubt it's human.

[Flamebringer.]

The red sauce is burdenbeast blood. [Flamebringer, you are not normal.] But I wouldn't eat the salt bricks they're calling pretzels unless you wanna get dehydrated as fuck.

Vildred!

[ Things have been calm enough here that Ras is not on edge in the slightest. In fact, he is just enthralled with the sight of his friend. He cannot help but think to himself, of course he's here! For once, he is not the one following Vildred, but the other way around~? Haha. How funny. Too bad it's not a joke he can share.

He is sorry, however, that they're now both stuck in an unfamiliar place. ]

Do you smell that? It's like... I think this is what rain smells like. [ Morning dew. That sort of earthy smell. He's close, though. ] Anyway, I haven't quite reached the Archdemon yet? It's okay, we've got time, there's no need to...

--What happened to your face??

[ He did, in fact, see that. And it's still not the most disturbing thing he's ever seen. It doesn't even seem to phase the child as he heads closer to the stranger. ]

Not very creative of it trying the same tactic twice, huh.

[ He's remarkably unbothered by all of this gore overall. Eyes and teeth sticking out of everything in the garden really just numbed him to this kind of thing. If the man were to look closely he could see the poor boy's wings are burnt up and unusable, feathers almost completely gone in places. ]

Are you new around here?

[ So sorry if he gets caught staring, Flamebringer. For what it's worth, he's mostly looking at the rocks, and less at the horns and tail. He just believes Flamebringer to be a variant of Suin, or an Oni of some kind. He isn't going to go assuming which, though. The rocks are concerning, though. ]

...Is it cooked? [ Because it super doesn't seem like it! ] Don't humans put themselves at risk if they eat meat raw...?

I don't think I can get dehydrated, but I can't say I'm interested in eating anything they're serving here. It doesn't look very... [ Thinking of a word... he doesn't want to offend the carnies... ] ...unbad... [ Ras- ]

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Astrid | OC | TDM character :)

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Ras | Epic Seven | Current Player, New Char

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Vildred Dayern | Epic7 | TDM

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Aira Shiratori ♡ Ensemble Stars ♡ Current player+muse

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Circus B. I am so sorry

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iii. what if there was the same guy twice

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