the marquis de Carabas (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mattersverymuch) wrote2013-10-27 09:17 pm
mattersverymuch) wrote2013-10-27 09:17 pm
15 ɂ spam & private
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[The Evil Queen as a trope has become somewhat . . . overused, the marquis de Carabas believes. Admittedly he's biased. He much prefers stories with neither villains nor heroes, just incredibly stupid people being taken advantage of.]
[There is also the small matter of his other bias, but it need hardly be mentioned. The talon marks up and down his arms and cheeks should speak for themselves.]
[He still doesn't consider himself a hero. Certainly not brave. But there is something in him not previously as extinguished as he'd hoped that has been shored up by his time on this vessel. He isn't stronger, he's weaker. It's just that his weak is very different from other people's.]
[He protects those whom he has come to care for, in particular those too stupid to have sense or too slow and weak to be able to fight back. He has some of his magic, but not much, enough for parlor tricks and distractions, for small traps. He uses it sparingly. His warden will take it away if it becomes a nuisance to her.]
[And his warden has instructed him to persuade others toward the door, so that she might stab them in the back and take it. This bores him, frankly. There are things he'd rather be doing, such as literally anything else, and it just proves her cowardice. But he knows how to pick his battles.]
[So he waits by the door, either inspecting it or merely spending time in its presence, for much of the day. This serves her purposes, but it serves his own, too. He knows that this isn't what everyone claims it to be. He is, after all, owed a favor by a young woman who could get here if she really wanted to.]
private } separately to anyone who has exposed themselves as not of this barge
[His voice comes through rich and clear, if tired. Like the beginnings of a story, truncated only because there's really no time for it.]
Lady Mary wanted to see her lover's house, and over the portal of the door it was written, "Be bold, be bold, but not too bold!"
You should be - much more careful than you're currently being. Essentially everyone is Mister Fox. Even the people who would like to help, like myself.
Why are you here?
( ooc; mirrorquis is from a post-canon pull point, after rejoining door in her efforts to find her sister and unite the underside. feel free to assume your character is/has been on his informational network, or is/has been protected by the marquis and his depressing winchester sidekick. ALSO SORRY IF YOUR CHARACTER IS UNAFFECTED AND I FORGOT i still luv u this is open to them to. )
[The Evil Queen as a trope has become somewhat . . . overused, the marquis de Carabas believes. Admittedly he's biased. He much prefers stories with neither villains nor heroes, just incredibly stupid people being taken advantage of.]
[There is also the small matter of his other bias, but it need hardly be mentioned. The talon marks up and down his arms and cheeks should speak for themselves.]
[He still doesn't consider himself a hero. Certainly not brave. But there is something in him not previously as extinguished as he'd hoped that has been shored up by his time on this vessel. He isn't stronger, he's weaker. It's just that his weak is very different from other people's.]
[He protects those whom he has come to care for, in particular those too stupid to have sense or too slow and weak to be able to fight back. He has some of his magic, but not much, enough for parlor tricks and distractions, for small traps. He uses it sparingly. His warden will take it away if it becomes a nuisance to her.]
[And his warden has instructed him to persuade others toward the door, so that she might stab them in the back and take it. This bores him, frankly. There are things he'd rather be doing, such as literally anything else, and it just proves her cowardice. But he knows how to pick his battles.]
[So he waits by the door, either inspecting it or merely spending time in its presence, for much of the day. This serves her purposes, but it serves his own, too. He knows that this isn't what everyone claims it to be. He is, after all, owed a favor by a young woman who could get here if she really wanted to.]
private } separately to anyone who has exposed themselves as not of this barge
possibly: megamind, nathan, aeryn, slevin, elena, polly - others?
[His voice comes through rich and clear, if tired. Like the beginnings of a story, truncated only because there's really no time for it.]
Lady Mary wanted to see her lover's house, and over the portal of the door it was written, "Be bold, be bold, but not too bold!"
You should be - much more careful than you're currently being. Essentially everyone is Mister Fox. Even the people who would like to help, like myself.
Why are you here?
( ooc; mirrorquis is from a post-canon pull point, after rejoining door in her efforts to find her sister and unite the underside. feel free to assume your character is/has been on his informational network, or is/has been protected by the marquis and his depressing winchester sidekick. ALSO SORRY IF YOUR CHARACTER IS UNAFFECTED AND I FORGOT i still luv u this is open to them to. )
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Why?
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More specifically: to keep you from dying, if I can manage it, and to destroy this place, if I can manage that, with your help. Information would be a fantastic start. But if you'd like to spend time on credentials, that's also fine.
Who do you consider reliable here, if anyone?
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Nathan. Dean.
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I'll wait.
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I'm glad you're having fun here, though, I'm sure you don't want to leave at all.
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I wish I knew exactly, but knowing won't exactly change the fact that I am, de Carabas.
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How did you come to be here? To the best of your recollection.
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Messages being written on mirrors, strange portals, weird chatter over the network, that sort of thing. Admiral also went entirely silent.
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Tell me about the portals.
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[ This is not actually flip, just ...Nathany. ]
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[Deep, exaggerated breaths.]
In which minute of which day did you arrive here, by what methods did you do so, what precisely do you remember about your journey here, and do you expect to return?
Are those questions a touch more comprehensible to you, sir, or would you prefer me to ramp down the existentialism a touch more?
[Perhaps using fingerpuppets, he does not say.]
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You're advisin' caution to strangers in the middle of the Twilight Zone. Should probably expect some deflection, even if they're just takin' your advice.
[ ...he's very tired. That said, he lists off items with his eye tilted upward the way people do when they're not prone to physically ticking off said items on their fingers. ]
Saturday. Dunno when it was, just early. And I didn't pick the method, it felt the same way it does when there's a flood. Minus the announcement.
[ Does he expect to return? What a good question. ]
Yeah, I do. Conveniently appearing doors make me nervous, though.
[ Tiny canon joke. You have no idea, Nathan. ]
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[He goes still and serious when the actual information starts to come through. Minus the announcement. So either their 'dying' Admiral is dying on Nathan's ship, too, just more quickly, or it's the same Admiral spreading himself thin over two ships, or this place is just a reflection of that one, or vice versa.]
[This is not a complete list of options, but they're the most likely, in his opinion.]
[He does not say thank you, but he also doesn't insult Nathan's intelligence again. It's basically the same thing. He does smile in a way that is nearly almost genuine at the joke that Nathan is completely ignorant of.]
Conveniently appearing doors are very dangerous. Yes.
Does this place seem more real than the one you're familiar with, or vice versa, or neither?
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[ Megamind is the most serious about this. ]
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[He quits. This is awful. He quits.]
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In the mean time-- let us help you? Is there anything else I can do? I've... well, I've got an arsenal in here, if that helps anything.
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The entire creature is a shuffling mass of mismatched animal flesh, oozing and stumbling. It is easily eleven feet tall but eventually it forces through the doorway. Then another one follows. And another. They head directly for the Admiral's door.
After a few dozen beasts have stained the CES entrance with blood and bits of skin squeezing past the narrow frame, the Lich King wanders through as well.]w
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[Not that far aside, though; he'll probably have commentary in a minute.]
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It expands rapidly, devouring the light around it, before exploding forwards. When the flash clears, the door is unmarked. Arthas scowls.]
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Spam;
Not without protection, of course.]
Well, hello there.
[The man could be useful. He could also be manipulating those unaffected. For now, he'll try to keep up his facade.]
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Hello.
[He can't imagine Eddie would try to break through and ought to be focusing his attention on other things - but surely there's a reason for his approach. So he doesn't go back to work, not just yet.]
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Continue, if you like. I'm only here to talk. [He smiles, too toothy and wide, like his mirror counterpart would have had he been in on a dirty little secret.] I thought we could discuss the new friends you've been making.
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