Jonathan Strange (
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limacharlie2017-08-23 07:39 pm
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public channel - D148 - fae jargon 101
If anyone, older member or newer arrival, wants information on... [ oh lord, this is going to take a while. Strange sighs slightly before obviously reading off a list of terms he's written down. ] Arcadia, the Rose Queen, Ignatius, Nightshade, the Count of Crows, Frost, the Summer Court, the Winter Court, how faerie court hierarchies work, the Wyld Fae, or the Beast, then I'll be happy to tell you what I know. I picked up some knowledge from my time in Portland and through conversations with the fae here and, for obvious reasons, don't want to bore all of you with far too many details and speculations at once.
[ There's a pause, partly to catch his friggen breath, before Strange continues talking. ]
I can at least explain Portland, though--for our new arrivals, of course. It's a city where the carnival was recently trapped for a month. Many members had their memories altered and believed they lived in the city for their entire lives. It was a...trying experience.
[ Understatement of the century. Strange sighs, like he's steeling himself for what he's going to say next. ]
Portland had it's own set of fae, some of whom I mentioned in my previous list. Plenty of the carnival members have ill-will towards those fae, who seemed determined to vex us and ruin our lives during that month. And despite the fact that we've left that world, I've a feeling that we'll see those fae again. Now that the Severing's removed, they can travel to different worlds the same way the Ringmaster can. And it wouldn't surprise me if some tried to reclaim what or who they believe they lost.
[ how dramatic! And quite possibly the worst way to end a broadcast as Strange just flips the radio off then and there. He has absolutely no clue how to best END the broadcast so not being cryptic is officially for chumps. ]
[ There's a pause, partly to catch his friggen breath, before Strange continues talking. ]
I can at least explain Portland, though--for our new arrivals, of course. It's a city where the carnival was recently trapped for a month. Many members had their memories altered and believed they lived in the city for their entire lives. It was a...trying experience.
[ Understatement of the century. Strange sighs, like he's steeling himself for what he's going to say next. ]
Portland had it's own set of fae, some of whom I mentioned in my previous list. Plenty of the carnival members have ill-will towards those fae, who seemed determined to vex us and ruin our lives during that month. And despite the fact that we've left that world, I've a feeling that we'll see those fae again. Now that the Severing's removed, they can travel to different worlds the same way the Ringmaster can. And it wouldn't surprise me if some tried to reclaim what or who they believe they lost.
[ how dramatic! And quite possibly the worst way to end a broadcast as Strange just flips the radio off then and there. He has absolutely no clue how to best END the broadcast so not being cryptic is officially for chumps. ]
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I can take notes and then make you a copy!
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Well, here. Take this pencil and paper. I've got a notebook of my own that I write down all sorts of things in--I can devote a page or two of that to your spell. I just need another pencil...
[ And back to the table he goes to try and find another pencil in the organized chaos. ]
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Idly, while he's scribing:] Is there a way to write... faeish? [He's fairly certain that's the name of the language they communicate with in the carnival. He's never actually tried given the lack of needing to leave notes up until now. If he's ever needed to leave Tamaki a message, they both read Japanese anyway.]
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[ Strange, king of writing flowy letters, has just been assuming that everybody can read English because that's what you do when you're a clueless middle-aged white guy.
Finding a pencil, he pulls out a dog-eared notebook from his coat pocket and starts to scribble a few notes down on one of the pages. ]
I suspect the Ringmaster would know, but I also suspect she's quite busy at the moment. [ what with the whole not being dead thing. ] We'll have to ask her later.
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[A pause.] She turned into a dragon and it was awesome.
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[ Strange will agree with that assessment, the Ringmaster is hella awesome. ]
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A while ago, some of the carnival's enemies burned a demonic sigil into the carnival's outer grounds. The Ringmaster brought together six of us in order to help remove the sigil. Five of us, the most magically powerful members of the carnival, were to serve as points of a pentagram to help hold open the portal the Ringmaster was trying to open. The sixth, Lambert, was there to...well, to murder anything that tried to come through said portal.
[ it's a bit less climactic when it's 'oh yeah and Lambert stabbed things.' Still, there's a tone of awe in Strange's voice as he continues. ]
Once the ritual started, the portal opened to somewhere, most likely Hell. Fire and brimstone licked the edges. I'm honestly not sure what was there to begin with and what was the Ringmaster's, but that should only tell you the danger she was facing. As we held the portal open, she grew wings, started speaking in a foreign tongue, and fired a blast of pure magical power directly though the portal and directly towards the devil's lair!
[ Strange is a pretty good storyteller, voice rising at all the right places, adding a few dramatic flourishes, delivering the right inflections at the right time and finishing off at the right place...and not telling Yuya that they still had to deal with hell nonsense even through the Ringmaster tried to magically punch the devil in the face. Though, Strange does have one last awkward addition. ]
She also told Satan to, ah, 'eat shit.'
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It takes a moment before his brain clicks the other pieces together and he remembers--] That was the thing with the vampires, wasn't it? In hell.
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[ There is a lot of he said she said sort of bullshit behind this. Though, in Strange's mind, the main cause of the problem still lies on the vampires' shoulders. ]
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[ Literally. ]
I imagine it'll take some time for them to regroup and regain their strength.
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[ VAMPIRES WERE WEIRD. ]
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... I think I'm done with questions about the vampires. [Done forever.]
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If this helps, she was a dragon when she ate the heart.
[ it doesn't. ]
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[What other restrictions does he already know--] It only works with fae, but not just the fae themselves--it keeps out changelings and anyone using fae magic. Uh, but I can be specific so that it doesn't and just keep out a specific person.
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[ Except for the Ringmaster. And possibly Sans. And maybe Zecora but Strange is fairly certain he's got her beat on combat magic. But, back to the topic at hand and not Strange being a prideful jerk. ]
We'd want to be as specific as possible. Considering how all of us have been touched by fae magic at some point, I wonder if the spell would count us as changelings.
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Also because that makes him stop and think. Of Gongenzaka, Rita, Childermass, even Strange... era they changelings? Were they like those in Portland?]
What do you think of... changelings? Is that what we're becoming?
[He remembers enough about the groups of Portland that they weren't just born that way. They could be turned.]
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[ And Strange's Portland opinion...wasn't exactly the best or most nuanced opinion of changelings. ]
In the stories of my world, those kidnapped to faerie usually were kept there. [ Usually. Strange plans to change that back home. ] I assume they were changed, I just have no idea how.
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[He frowns.] But our changes reverse themselves after we leave. They won't.
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