Carnevale della Notte Rosa

[Taxim]

(The RP will start when people join, as the story will progress beyond a point of new starting.)

"Carnevale della Notte Rosa!" The words were shouted every few seconds into the surrounding night. "Welcome to the Carnival of the Night Rose! Come one! Come all!"

The Carnival had arrived.

The largest tent you have ever seen had appeared to randomly spout out of thin air overnight only a mile away from the Dojo, you could easily see the display from there. Nevertheless, it was a great sight to behold. If there were a brightly coloured tent that could cover the whole of the Millennium Dome, this would be it.

The tent itself was coloured in strips of pink, green and gold. It's tip held a large decoration of large rose, which was always basked, in a strange red light that seemed to become from below, it was the main item you could see in the night. The tent was decorated with numerous signs and emblems, eyes, stars, moons, jugglers, animals and all sorts of strange and wonderful designs.

The open doorway to the tent spouted a bright white light from inside, occasionally dashed with flickers and flashes of green, blue and red. Standing outside this doorway, was the Ring Master.

"Come one! Come all! Play the games, ride the tracks and watch the performers! Everything you see here, you will not see anywhere else!" He shouted to the audience that was slowly gathering of men, women and child. He was wearing the traditional uniform of a red jacket with a black shirt and top hat with a white tie and trousers. He was waving people into the entrance as soon as they had taken a ticket from him.

After a while of this, a man dressed as a rather silly clown approached.
"We can't wait much longer..." He whispered. The Ring Master only waved him away with his hat.
"Don't worry... at least one of them will turn up...

(If you didn't catch the hint, grab a ticket, then we know you are staying. )

[Angel]

((Its about time you started this one, I've been waiting. ))

Angel sits high on the roof of a building in the city, watching the carnival begin. She can hear the talk in the streets below, the yelling of the ring master, even over this distance, passed from mind to mind... She sighs and shuts off her mental ears, it's so tiring when Zed isn't there...

The street lamps from the city below shine up on her feathers, which soak up the light greedily, and her dark slacks. For once, she's not wearing her armour and little weaponry. Not that she's really needed it for a long, long time.

She flicks her wings out and glides down into the dark space at the edge of the encampment. Having melted her wings away into her back, she joins the queue and takes her ticket from the ringmaster. Thanking him politely, she goes to see if any of the beasts have and real skill or intelligence.

[Skald of Storms]

There was an moment of infinite nothing, barriers faded and light came and went in instances that lasted forever and for no time at all. He blinked once and then twice, suddenly sound rushed past his ears. His eyes were flooded once more with colour. He could hear the sound of many voices chattering away, his hands shot to his ears as he sought to gain control of his body. The pain of these voices ripped through him, as any noise does to one who has just been in a profound and infinite silence.

His huge form stumbles forward, normality returns to his senses. There is no doubt that he is once more in a new world, and that his physical body was finally adjusted. He looks around, standing head and shoulders above nearly everyone he surveys the surroundings. And hearing someone calling to him, in a semi-daze he lurches towards the throng of people.

He stood patiently in the line, he would need someone to tell him where he was, surely in here he could find someone. First he needed to adjust though, because he could barely understand what these people were saying. But one was telling him to come, and he was clearly a man of authority. As many people listened to him. Hrōþiwulfaz looks at the ringmaster half-dazed and takes the ticket offered to him. Walking forward with no real intent or anything, barging past the smaller people as he walked inside.

[Somefreakoverthere]

Sfot liked carnivals. The lights and sounds surrounding you, the people nearby...You could turn up in your true form and nobody blinks an eye. Oh yes, Sfot adored carnivals.

Thus, a woman hitting 7 foot was standing in line. Her hair was a mess of black, hanging down to below her shoulders. Two horns curved over her head, and completely red eyes nearing the colour linked with dried blood. She was wearing her standard black jeans, red shirt and black trenchcoat. Her dark, possibly demonic wings were neatly tucked back. Oh, and she was smiling like a little girl who was slightly insane.

Taking a ticket, she headed inside. When you run a reasonably large place like Over There, which deals with all the little things that vanish and re-appear in strange places, relaxation isn't something you get often.

[Taxim]

As you walk past the smiling Ringmaster and through the open flap, you are instantly thrown into a messy order of smells, sights and sounds.

The sweet smell of apples, flowers and candyfloss washes through the whole tent, enough to make anyone hungry. The bright lights, flashes of red, blue, green, pink, yellow and purple all dance in the air to rest upon the inside wall of the tent.

In front of the entrance, there are stages, attractions and even more tents. Each one has a sign, showing who they are and what they do. The nearest carnival-folk shout out their advertisements to the customers, laughing as they did.

"You! Yes, you with the big muscles! Think you can lift as much as Tiny the Strong? How tiny? Ha ha, you'll see..."

"Madam Mervah is here to predict the future! A lover? A child? A laaarge cheque-book? Want to find out if this is you? Come meet her!"

By now, the Ringmaster had left a clown in charge of handing out tickets to supervise his newest customers. He smiled at them all.

"Do you wish information? You will find almost anything you enjoy, except obviously... some things. Yet otherwise, you have only to ask. In fact..." He looked around before whistling sharply at a small boy. The child turned around, he was about knee-high to Sfot. He had brown hair at shoulder-length with one single "bang" in his hair which hooked over his right eye. He was wearing a silver Venetian mask which was cut off just above the mouth. The mask only covered part of a nose and everything above, except his bright, yellow eyes.

The child took a couple steps towards the Ringmaster, the red balloon he was holding bobbed up and down with each step he took.
"You! Child, you have been here for a while, would you mind looking after my friends here? You seem to know where you are going..." The Ringmaster bowed to them all before walking off, directing other customers as he went and shouting "Welcome to the Carnival!" at random intervals.

The child turned to look at the group and blinked three times before pushing his mask a little closer to his face.
"Good evening, we are Taxim. The man is correct, we have been here a while. Would you like directions to anything in particular?"

[Angel]

*Angel blinks, recognising the small boy from Zed's memories of him. She understand what he means by 'chaos' now. She smiles and holds her hand out to him*

Hello Taxim, masks, it is good to meet you. *She bends down to talk a little more privately* I am Zed's Sire, He speaks well of you, One of Many Minds. You fought well. *She straightens again and looks around the group,*

I think a drink is in order, and some food! Show us what this place has to offer, little one! *She grins and makes a sweeping gesture at the myriad of colours and sights,"

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru shuffled along with the line. He was wearing his finest top hat, an unstained and only slightly burned lab coat fresh from the drycleaners, and even a pair of pants.

With a nod and a small smile, he took his ticket.

The spirit paused, waiting for the person he was on something that was most definately not a date to grab hers.

[Shaon]

Scurvy scowled.

Though, to most observers, she was always scowling.

This was Kazumaru's idea, she reminded herself, as she snatched the ticket from the ringmaster's hands. It was his idea to go to the carnival, which he swore wasn't a date in any way, shape or form. If this gets any worse, she reminded herself, he just won't be getting any when they got back.

She had even gotten a set of new clothes. They weren't made from familiar materials, and itched quite a bit. She shifted her shirt, scowling once again.

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru sniffed the air. "I think I've died and gone to heaven... Died again, I mean." he said, grinning.

The spirit looked down at his definately-not-date's face, and the scowl that seemed... scowlier than usual.

"Hey, c'mon. Lighten up, it's a carnival!"

[Shaon]

Scurvy looked at the tent as they entered, frowning.

"This building is of a terrible design. It looks as if it could fall on us at any second. These clothes would've been better made by Myrme. And," she pointed at the Taxim, "the place is being run by a child!"

"Seeing the world," she muttered. "I don't need to see any part of the world except for the Rocinante and the sea."

[Taxim]

Taxim looked up at the woman who was talking about this "Zed" person and put on a confused face.

"Madam, we have no idea who you are, who this "Zed" person is, and how you know about us. We shall keep a good six eyes on you."

Taxim extended the arm which held the balloon down a row of tents behind him to his left.

"Food and drink plus sweets. Roughly six tents down, past the strength-test-hammer thing."

Taxim then walked past the strange woman and looked up at the rest of the customers he had been assigned to. He then noticed a couple more joining the group, he beckoned them towards him, half-shouting at them to come forwards. He did not hear the comment from what looked like a woman.

"We are here for information, if you need any. If you enjoy a specific attraction, it is most likely we know were it is."

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru sighed. "Be nice to the..." he paused, looking over at the child. "Alright, well, a child though he appears to be, you're not exactly vertically endowed yourself..."

He walked towards Taxim, not entirely sure what was going on.

"Any attraction...?" he said, thinking. "You guys wouldn't happen t' have a beer garden, would you...?"

[Shaon]

Scurvy merely glared at Kazumaru.

"We are here for information, if you need any. If you enjoy a specific attraction, it is most likely we know were it is."

Almost without thinking, Scurvy snapped back with "Where is something worth spending my money on?"

[Maraha]

"Ohmigoodness Triste, look!" Maraha exclaimed, pointing to the entrance of the massive, colorful tent. "I've never been to a carnival before! Let's go-" As she began to dart off in the direction of the carnival, Triste quickly grabbed hold of her shoulder, preventing her from getting any further. "There are carnivals back in Roia, I want to go home, and I'm not leaving you to your own devices..." He said, his fatigue showed in his voice. Maraha gave him a long, hard stare before shrugging his hand off. "I'll behave, just let me have some fun!"

After a moment of glaring into eachother's eyes, Triste sighed before turning and walking away. "Don't eat too much, you'll get sick!" He shouted as he stepped out of view. Maraha squee'd before making a beeline for the clown at the entrance, shoving other people out of her path the whole way. She snatched a ticket from the clown's hand, said a quick thank you, then charged into the tent like the little maniac she is. She was wearing what she always wore, an unbuttoned red trenchcoat over a white top and her black cotton pants, as well as her sandals and socks, both of which being black. And, of course, yet another black item of clothing; her bucket hat, which she struggled to keep on her head as she dashed around the place like a busy squirrel.


(Blaaargh, time to get back to roleplaying, meh. This looks like it may be fun... But now I'm hungry. )

[Taxim]

"Beeeer... gardeeen? Beer? There is the Ale-House. The Ale-House is past the food huts."

He extends the balloon arm again, pointing in the same direction as last time.

"Follow the row eight tents down. Do not drink too much or the clowns will get you. Quite literally."

He turned his attention to the woman who seemed to not much enjoy the carnival. He tilted his head, and kept his confused expression, even though she could not see it from the mask.

"The carnival is free, you only spend money on food. What else do you wish? Thrill-seeking? Fright? Light Conversation? Acrobatics? Humour?"

Without looking, he beckoned to the even newer-comers to come towards him while keeping his eyes on the woman he was talking to.