The Shadow Carnevale (RP)

- Albeart -

One of the juggling clowns turns and looks over to where you are trying to hide your large bulk behind some hats.

"Does that elephant look funny to you?" It jokingly asks its companions. They all turn in your direction, brandishing their sticks and flicking their smokes at you.

One of them glances over a shoulder at the coach, it seems they are on guard duty and were supposed to be watching the trap but got distracted by clowning around.

What do you do?

- Albeart -

The hats fly and bowl the clowns over, it seems if you put your mind to it you can interact with objects in this world, and those objects can interact with its denizens. The power of your roar flattens and cows them, but one takes a halfhearted swing at you as you pass, where its stick contacts your body you feel cold, icy cold.

You stagger for a moment but are through and out of the tent. The posse of clowns turn to each other and shrug, as if to say 'well, we tried', they don't seem intent on pursuing you closer to the coach.

What do you do?

- Lille -

"We can't do that, dame." One of the crowd says, trying to sound as polite as possible while still standing in your way.

But when you promise to set them free there is a frisson of interest in the group. "She can't do that!" One says dubiously. "Can she do that?" Another asks hopefully. "I don't know, but they showed us their boo..." one starts but is elbowed into silence by his companions. "Well, it was the best day I have had since getting here." He says defensively.

The fortuneteller steps out from behind a tent where she has been following, and calls to the crowd. "I think they might be able to do... something." She declares. "I have seen them do strange things since they got here. They are not like us."

"Oh, shut your candy-floss-hole, you old fraud. No one believes your mystic witchy-cookoo anyway." One of the locals shouts. But a few others pipes up in her defence: "I don't know. We are 'living' in a strange, mystic, half-after-life. Maybe she is for real? Maybe she is right?"

They are considering your proposal to join you in the hopes of freedom, but they are of two minds. It will take something more to tip them over in your favour.

What do you do?

- Lille -

The crowd is unswayed by your argument and don't make way for you, but they also don't attack. Many seems interested in what you said, but are not convinced you are for real or that your promise that you are going to get out applies to them.

- Ezme -

"It ... it was good. It is good." The boy says, blushing brighter than the lights above him. "And I won't share it." He sounds defensive of the precious memory he now has more than protective of what it reveals about you.

The crowd turn to him hungrily. "Wait! She gave you a memory? A NEW memory‽" This seems to be a big deal in their 'life' of monotony, and the boy shrinks back from their avaricious gaze as though afraid they will try take it from him.

"How?" They demand, but he shakes his head, unable to explain what happened.

They turn back to you and your group, the boy with the new memory not forgotten, but the source being more interesting. "I want..." and "Give me..." and "I deserve ..." is demanded from all around.

Where, before, they seemed compelled to confront you and did not want to, now they are less focused on their task and more focused on what they can get from you.

There are too many of them, though, and you lost that part of yourself when you gave it away, you think this was permanent. Even if your body will, hopefully, be restored when you get home, if your group gives each of these shades a memory there may not be enough of you left over to go home with.

What do you do?

- Lille -

The crowd are not convinced', they want memories as something more concrete than nebulous promises of 'try'. But they eye your staff apprehensively, having seen what it can do.

As you push forward they don't exactly make way, but they also don't actually try to impede your progress, it is possible they were more bluster than bite and hoped their superior numbers would dissuade you from trying their resolve.

You can move as a weird sort of amoeba-like blob, with the shape of the crowd wobbling to stay roughly 'in your way' while still letting you travel towards the confluence of the shadow-cords and Albeart's roars.

They are not on your side, but are doing just enough to satisfy their instructions to get in your way. If your situation looks dominant they may fall in with you, but they may equally wait for an opportune moment of weakness to try work out how to to wrestle your valuable memories from you.

What do you all do?

"It's that bear again. Where did that thing come from?" Someone asks as you push your way nearer. The crowd seem reluctant to get too close to a loose bear, and they part, allowing you to approach the coach with the bear peering in the window.

You are (mostly) all together again.

What do you do?