The Masques of Fate World-Clocktown

[Fenrir]

As Justice put the mask on, he felt...well that was the point. He didn't feel. It was like his analytical powers had expanded throughout his mind and overwritten his ability to feel. He wasn't happy, he wasn't sad, he wasn't disturbed by this sudden change in mood, he simply was. And all that expanded analytical power was focused on him, telling him something was different. Something was not as it should be. First of all, the mask was missing. Where there had been a mask a second ago, now there was simply his face. Except his face was off too. Justice was...unmoved...by the knowledge that the mask had not become his face, but it still did not explain what had happened, what had changed.

Looking around, Justice can see that he is no longer in the market he left. Instead he is in the town square of some unfamiliar city, which is currently having a festival. Around him are torches and festival stalls of all shapes and sizes. Overlooking the square is a giant clocktower, and above it floats, or rather falls, a giant moon. This giant moon had a face, which grinned as it loomed ever closer to the city, which continued to ignore the steady fall of the lunar monstrosity. Justice can tell that it's falling at such a speed that it will probably crash into the town in about 3 hours. While this change of location is...unexpected...It is not the only thing that is different. On one of the stalls sits a mirror, and as Justice scans his surroundings, aided by his enhanced intellect, he realizes he's not in the reflection. On closer inspection, the truth becomes clear: As he looks in the mirror, the visage of Camellia looks back at him. Despite knowing that normally this would not be a pleasant realization, Justice finds he continues to be possessed by this abnormal apathy...

under the clock-tower is sitting a man with a tall top hat that screams of 'Mayor', down a side street across the festival from Justice lies what appears to be a large gate, perhaps leading out of the town, if he can reach if through the throng of people in between him and his goal. The woman running the stall with the mirror looks at Justice and smiles warmly. "Hello, deary. You look like you've just seen a ghost! Is there anything I can help you with?"

What do you do?

[Fenrir]

The first thing Kane noticed was he was no longer in the market. Surrounding him was a festival, full of bright torches and bright colors. The town is unfamiliar, with a tall clocktower overlooking the festival. Above the clocktower sits a giant moon, leering down at the city as it slowly descends towards the ground...

But his location was not the only thing that had changed; the mask was gone, and Kane's body felt strange. In fact, he felt strange in general. He almost felt...noble? Like he was better than everyone around him, or rather like he should be better. It was a confusing feeling, to be sure. As he examined his surroundings, he realized he was able to listen to everything around him at once, cataloging the information for later use, if he needed it.

Standing in front of the clocktower was a man who carried himself like a man in charge, his top hat making him look taller than he actually was. There were several closed-off streets, blocked by stalls, but one led towards what looked like the town gate, large and ominously dark compared to the torchlit festival. Surrounding the adviser were several dozen people all laughing and running around, enjoying the game stalls all about, and a food eating contest in the corner. Not far from Kane stood what looked like Camellia, who was examining her reflection in a mirror, while a motherly woman asked how she was. Because of where Camellia was standing, Kane could not see his own reflection in the mirror.

AT JUSTICE: Strangely, it seems the moon moved faster when Justice wasn't looking. It now seemed to be only two and a half hours away from falling on the small town. In the middle of the festival, where Justice was standing a few moments ago, there is now standing a man who is the spitting image of Justice himself. Or rather, how he looked before he put on that enchanted mask...

[Justice]

       As Justice tries desperately to make sense of what just happened, several things occur all at once. The first occurrence is the disappearance of Justice's mask.  Unexplainable, yet intriguing, is the effect the disappearance has on Justice's being. As if by magic, perhaps, Justice's entire being shifts. Everything Justice was feeling before, the empathy, the compassion, the sheer care for mankind, is gone. The fear Justice would have felt because of the unexplained? Gone. The surprise Justice would have felt as a result of this change? Gone. Everything that Justice's heart could have possibly felt just melts away with the mask.

       Justice realizes, through this new coldness, that his mask and emotions aren't the only things which have disappeared; the realm Justice was in before, the world of the Diamon Kingdom, the world he had grown to love, is no longer the world Justice's eyes behold. This world is different, or, should one say, this place is different, as it is not apparent whether this place is truly a world in and of itself at all.

       Justice instantly notices the festivities occurring around him, he instantly begins planning his next move, he instantly begins to log his methods of escape along with the people necessary for said escape, he instantly calculates the time of his impending doom as a result of the falling moon above him, which doesn't seem to bother the Prince in the slightest, and his mind instantly freezes when he looks in the mirror.

       Although all of his emotion is gone, something still evoked an effect upon Justice at the sight of his sister, in his place. Thoughts race through Justice's head like bees in attack. Thoughts of reality versus illusion begin to fill Justice's mind as he searches for an answer to his literally incredible situation. 

       Justice might have acted out of anger or rage and attacked the mirror, or, even more extremely, himself. Now, however, Justice remains calm and simply analyzes his situation carefully, considering every option. Justice looks to the man who is very apparently in charge of either the town, or the festival. Normally, Justice would have smiled as he begins to play out his plan, but now, no such evidence of joy is evident. Justice grabs an arrow and  his bow out of his pack along with a small piece of paper. Rather then using a writing utensil of sorts to mark on the paper, Justice bites his finger and begins writing a message in blood. 

"It would be in your best interests, to make your way  over to the mirror, otherwise, next time, my purpose, will not be to miss"

Justice wraps the arrow with the piece of paper so that any  impact would cause the paper to fall into reach and sight. Justices does all of this inconspicuously, owing anyone to see his actions. Listening to the rise and fall of the music, Justice predicts the exact moment when the music will meet it's climax. Just as that moment arrives, Justice quickly aims and launches the special arrow toward the man of apparent status. Justice watches as the arrow lands above the man, releasing the paper. Justice knows that the climax of the music would draw attention to the musicians and the leader or the guest of honor, and he hopes that no one saw his actions. No one, except the man who bears the fate of wearing Justice's mask during this nightmare.

Justice turns to the woman who has now spoken to him and speaks, realizing that his plan seems be falling squarely into place.

"A ghost? I think not, I simply could have sworn I saw the devil. That aside, could you explain to me what all of this is?  Also, where are we? I'm a visitor you see, and this place seems, different that those I have previously countered in my travels."

A feeling of complacent satisfaction fails to cover Justice's face, but the feeling is there, somewhere.. As if the true Justice is somewhere beneath this new mask. This Justice, the Justice in control, however, is completely unconcerned with who  true being is in this situation, all this prince cares about, is whether his alternate worldly doppelganger decides  to fulfil Justice's wishes.

[Kane Rafferty]

Kane felt very… well Kane. But something definitely felt very different. Kane was the type of person to keep down any and all emotions, not caring to let any of them show. He was also a type of person to do his best not to feel them all together. Emotions were useless and only brought trouble in his own opinion. At the current moment Kane felt very proud. He had accomplished so much in even the past few months. He had earned his rightful place as the Diamond King Advisor, sitting at the right hand of his Queen Camellia. Who, quiet possibly, could definitely do a better job then she was doing if she bothered to try hard enough.

What… Why was he thinking like that. That was ridiculous. He felt like the day he met his father for the first time after being isolated for five years. That silly joke of a man was a complete idiot. He didn't even know how to run his own household. No wonder he had gone to find someone to teach his son how to be a nobleman or else their family would have been screwed. But in the end anyway, Kane had wanted to go off and do better things so he left his sister in charge and ditched the house. 

But along with this new revelation he noticed that he could see so much more. He was normally really good at picking things out and seeing things normally not seen. But now, he noticed even the slightest wrinkle in the clothes of the people around him. And to tell the truth. He was really enjoying it. Wow… that was kind of strange. He never really enjoyed anything. 

His eyes drifted over the landscape professionally. People. Festival. Man in a top hat. Dark Ally way. Camellia looking in a mirror? That was kind of strange. Although, this whole place just didn't seem right from the very beginning. Firstly, he had just appeared there without any kind of warning, although he supposed that the feeling of magic and the pulling of senses should have been warning enough. Secondly, Camellia was here even though he had remembered leaving the woman back in the Diamond Kingdom. 

As he was contemplating this he heard a loud screech of laughter burst from beside him. He turned to see children racing around trying to catch each other and he couldn't help but chuckle. But he quickly closed his mouth and stared at the festivities in wonder. What is this? It like I can't HELP but feel these feelings and act like this. Why is this happening? What is going on? Nothing is making any sense. A serious sense of dread began to hang over Kane's shoulders and weight him down. This was not good. He had already decided that he didn't like it. 

What more could he do but go for what seemed to be the most familiar? He turned away from the children, the festivities, the man of status, the dark alleyway and the warm festive lights and headed over to Camellia. 

But he didn't even get halfway before he stopped his steps and paused. This was all so strange. But the worst part was. He knew and thought he was better then this. So why were his emotions getting the best of him? Cut it out brain! Your being ridiculous! So in that moment he called out to her. "Camellia!" He wasn't sure if it would be alright to use her name without her status, he wasn't sure she deserved it anyway, but this did not seem to be a normal place and he wasn't even sure if she was the queen here. Was this a dream? 

[Fenrir]

AT LOKI: The first thing Loki noticed, was that he was no longer in the same market, and the second thing was the mask was gone. Under the oversized moon, grinning down at the town, looming so close you could almost reach up and touch it, stood a huge clocktower, slowly ticking down to midnight. All around Loki were bright colors, the whole world shaded red from the torchlight. a group of children raced passed, playing tag. That was when Loki noticed how much taller he was than them. In fact, he was pretty tall in general, his eyes several inches above the heads of many of the adults around him. A single bang of black hair fell into his face, momentarily detracting the warden.

Cries of laughter and merriment washed over the now tall young man, each stall bringing it's own distractions. There was a dunking booth, there was bobbing for apples, over there was a dart-throwing game, and many more. there was a wooden stage with people dancing to the music, and everyone was smiling and having a grand ole time. It was hard not to get caught in the merriment. The rabbit was not amused. And neither was new guy.

Well, this is unexpected. I don't suppose either of you two know what's going on here? At least tell me one of you has a plan. Plans are what separate us from the mortals, after all. I suggest we find the way back to the reality we came from, and do so quickly; rifts in such public places are rarely open for long...

Now there was three of them? Loki's head was getting crowded. Nearby was the Queen herself, standing next to a mirror and looking over towards the clocktower while talking with one of the locals. There was also a man Loki vaguely recognized as a past prisoner who was calling for the queen's attention. Without using any honorifics, no less!

AT KANE: in the blink of an eye, the moon dropped down closer to the planet, taking what Kane judged to be half an hour of his remaining time in a fraction of a second. With his enhanced awareness recording what everyone was doing, Kane couldn't help but realize that not a single resident of the town reacted to the change in the moon's location, and Kane himself had somehow missed the moment when it actually moved, as impossible as that sounded.

The mayor had received a note from thin air, and was reading it studiously, with a couple drops of sweat falling down the sides of his face. His eyes also kept returning to an arrow dug into the top of the doorway he was standing in, which appeared to have come from somewhere near Kane himself in the festival, though the only person he saw with a bow was Camellia, which itself was odd.

In the same blink of an eye that all this had happened, oddly coinciding with the crescendo of the music, Kane's old mentor, Lucifer, had seemingly materialized out of thin air. But something was off about him, the elevator shoes being the least of them, although the easiest to tell...

AT JUSTICE: The mayor jumped as the arrow slammed into the wall above him, the music masking the sound of it's arrival. The message drifted down and into his hand, and as he read the short message, his eyes widened and he began to sweat. Wiping his brow with a kerchief, he quickly began to walk over to the mirror.

Behind the Justice imposter, there was now another new face, this of a tall man, made taller by elevator shoes, who was very thin and had a refined look to his dark features.

The woman's eyebrows raised highly at the comment of the devil, but relaxed when Justice explained 'she' was a visitor. "Ah, well then allow me to be the first to welcome you to Termina, my dear. This here is Clocktown, named after our local landmark, of course. Tallest building in the land, and dare I say the oldest too. Tonight is the annual Carnival of Time. We celebrate the continued passage of time, and as we begin this season's harvest, we remember that time also has a harvest, and we ask that time be gentle in the coming winter." It is at this point that the mayor reached the mirror, his head rushing back and forth as he sought the one who had 'sent' him the message...

[Loki Leiffson]

Darkness had consumed his vision the moment he put the mask on, only to be wiped away as quickly as it came. The man blinked in confusion, turning his head this way and that as he took in his new surroundings. Where was he? He had never seen this place before, and he was quite sure that he was not in the Diamond Kingdom anymore. A frown formed on his face as he continued looking, searching for some sort of clue. He paused as soon as he noticed black strands of hair that fell into his vision from the movement. His frown only deepened as he crossed his eyes to focus on the air, turning the rest of the world blurry as the hair sharpened. The last time he checked, he had blond hair. Blinking a few times, he allowed the rest of the scenery to refocus. The last time he check as well, he could barely see above most heads, even with his boots... Which he was still wearing.

'Well, this is unexpected. I don't suppose either of you two know what's going on here? At least tell me one of you has a plan. Plans are what separate us from the mortals, after all. I suggest we find the way back to the reality we came from, and do so quickly; rifts in such public places are rarely open for long...'

His eyes--were they really?--widened as a voice entered his mind. It wasn't rough and sneering like the voice he had grown accustomed to. No, it was smoother, more formal. He could even hear a hint of impatience, but it was masked rather well. He would have answered, but he knew that he wouldn't have anything intelligent to say. It wasn't like he knew what was going on or what this 'rift' might be. Thankfully, the beast spoke for him. Tch. Look who decided to join us: mister fancy pants of the underworld! You know him? Now Loki was really confused. Of course I do! Whaddya think I was doing before I was ripped out of my original life and bound to your pathetic ancestors? Uh... I worked for Fancy Pant's father. I don't follow. I'll explain later, kid. Loki sighed, bringing one hand--gloved?--up to pinch the bridge of his nose. If he was going to have two voices within his head, he might as well invite a few more. They could have a party! Oh, bother...

'His' eyes scanned around the area once more before locking on what looked like the Queen. What was she doing here? Hopefully nothing that would get her into trouble. He probably wouldn't be able to help her in this form. Could he even transform like this? He didn't know, and he didn't want to find out just yet. Striding forwards and almost tripping over his 'own' feet due to the length difference, Loki made his way over to the vendor with the mirror that the others were with. As he neared, he could feel 'his' eyes being drawn towards the mirror. Jeez, Fancy Pants. Ever heard of sun? Be nice! I don't need bickering inside my head. He didn't take too much time in observing his new appearance before he glanced over at the man standing with the Queen.

'His' gaze narrowed instantly. So this was where he was hiding? Remember, you're not yourself, kid. I know, I know. Who am I again? Fancy Pants is the Crystal Kingdom's adviser. I know absolutely nothing about the Crystal Kingdom. Hehe, good luck. Putting on a fake smile, Loki bowed towards the Queen. "Your Majesty." He said in greeting, straightening up. He glanced towards the escaped convict, the muscles in his neck tightening as he tried to keep the smile on his face. You better be glad this is a weird day, prisoner.

ooc: i didn't know if i could actually make lucy's voice say something sooooo sfeiosjfsoi /dies.

[Kane Rafferty]

He wasn't there, then he was there. And when he became there Kane saw him. He saw it happen even though it was only in the blink of an eye. And it was in this same moment that all of Kane's feelings came rushing in threatening to drive him completely mad. Fear, pain, hurt, exhaustion, uncertainty, worthlessness, and much much more began to overwhelm his heart and body. So much so that he jumped in surprise and tripped backward hitting his head on the stony road. It was only seconds (he was pretty sure, but not positive) later when he felt himself sit back up in shock. What?! What just happened? He rubbed his head trying to make out what had caused him to fall. Then he felt his hair. And he gasped. "What…" He lifted his second hand to touch his head and sat up in a cross legged position. His hair felt so different. It was much shorter. What? What?

Then he pulled his hands down and looked at them. They were definitely not his hands. "Oh Dialga… What is happening? This is not me. Not me." Almost panicking he stood up and rushed to the mirror, pushing Camellia out of the way. Totally not caring if she fell or not. It was like his entire nature had changed, and nothing was going right. What he saw in the mirror was almost a shock. It was so bad he felt his heart skip few beats and his breath caught in his throat. It was bad enough that he was having feelings and couldn't control them, but it was even worse that he looked like Justice of ALL people. "Oh no no no. You have got to be kidding me. Justice? This has got to be a really bad dream." He stepped back from the mirror and scanned the image he saw. Justice. Justice had to be the one with emotions, heightened senses, and a great sense of pride that Kane was not as used to.

Calm down Kane. This is just a really bad nightmare. You look like Justice and you just happened to be in the same dream as Camellia AND Lucifer. Great… Ohkay. One is good. The other is not so good. Lucifer wouldn't know Justice right? Probably not. Perhaps I could hide that from… Wait… Maybe they aren't who they look like at all. If I look like Justice, its totally possible they weren't really Lucifer and Camellia. It was in this moment that Kane realized he was acting very strangely. He had very obviously spoken out that he was NOT who he looked like and if this really was what he was thinking then it would probably confirm the ideas in their own heads. He glanced over at the other two people who he didn't recognize at all and wondered who they were. Ohkay… Awkward…

[Justice]

         Everything. That is what Justice is taking in. Every minute detail, every subtle change, every faint nuance, every tiny insight into what is truly happening arroud him--Justice captures it all. 

       Justice notices his doppleganger as he approaches the mirror, shouting the queen's name without regarding rank or status. Justice notes of this. Justice sees the outfit his double is wearing and can assume nothing but the fact that this man is obviously in high standing with the Red devil. Justice knows who is at the top of that list, but assumptions can't be made just yet. Justice also notes the change in the moon's position. Justice can only imagine the reasons for that, however, he has his ideas.

       As the woman begins to speak, Justice quietly considers the possibilities of this strange situation. Hearing the talk of time, and of the clocktower, and of this land means little to Justice, but he adds those facts to his list of clues as well.

      Seeing the tall, dark haired character in- Those clothes..I see..so..this could get very interesting.. Justice thinks as he modifies his plan. Justice looks at the face of the character wearing the clothes of his previous captor. That's..why is..Well, then..this has nothing to do with..the Diamond Kingdom then..hm..Justice puts on a smile as he begins to speak to this new piece on the board.

       "Well, I wasn't expecting to see anyone from the Crystal Kingdom so--" Justice's speaking is interrupted when his copy pushes him aside. Justice quickly catches his balance, imitating a royal's response to being pushed. Justice acts as if he is surprised at seeing the purple-haired boy, acting as if he didn't hear the call the young man had just made.

       "Excuse me? I'll have you- Justice? Justice? What are you? How did you escape.." Justice narrows his eyes. ."..so it's true." Justice says, looking into the twin's eyes with coldness. "Don't you know you must pay for what you did? A bad dream? I'd say. I thought you would be smart enough to approach me outright, but it seems I was wrong. I would apprehend you here and now, but my power appears faded here. I also doubt my power reaches here, not that that would have affected much. Nonetheless..it appears we have a much more grave issue at hand." Justice says, looking up at the ever-approaching moon.

       Then, it hits Justice. The facts all begin to line up in the correct order. Justice wonders what to say to the others, Justice wonders how his revelation will affect his plan anyway. Several factors remain unanswered, several important factors. Several important factors also remain unspoken by the queen, factors Justice wishes to keep quiet for now.

       Right now, Justice has to factor in each of those nuances, those details, those changes and differences. Justice assumes quickly that the tall man is his ex-warden in the body or guise of the advisor for the Crystal Kingdom, and he has already played on that assumption. He also assumes, for now, that the Justice look-alike is actually the dreaded advisor who helped Camellia throw the real Justice in jail, Kane Rafferty. This fact, Justice has not acted on yet, but it could be handy soon. Justice's last assumption is about that of his situation as a whole, this assumption, is the  one that is about to be verbalized to everyone.

       Justice looks to the leader as he begins to speak. "You there, I have something to speak with you about. If you haven't noticed, the moon is on a trajectory path towards this town, and it will most likely impact the town in two hours.That moon will most likely hit the town and obliterate everything in sight, however.." Justice shifts his eyes to the taller figure. "We are here, which I find very strange. Either one of us cast a spell to bring us all here, which I would assume is capable of you."Justice glares at..Justice. "However, that doesn't explain you."Justice looks back at the tall royal. "So, I can only assume that this is either your workings, or that of another. I will give you a doubt and assume it is of another, but I suggest we either find the cause of this mess, or we find a way to avoid this catastrophe, as I assume none of you wish to die tonight."

Justice finishes stating his mind with sigh. While he has many, many more ideas to spout, none of them sound at all plausible, and none of them would fit Camellia's stance on the paranormal. Justice looks to the moon as he waits for an answer, hoping, praying, that this isn't the end. While his act was flawless, it will be useless  if something isn't done soon. All the while, the true Justice is still sitting deep within this visage's heart, Scratching and clawing, trying to get out, obviously disgusted at the actions of himself. If anything, the true Justice is happy that his identity is hidden by Camellia's face.  

[Fenrir]

The woman at the stall's eyebrows raised as the overly tall gentleman called 'Camellia' majesty. These foreigners were quite confusing! 'Camellia's take charge attitude quickly subdued the woman's almost reply. The mayor, also confused, looked back and forth, from the woman with the bow to the man who his 'friends' treated like some sort of prisoner.

"My dear, you're worried about the moon falling? Why, it has been very large in the last several days, yes. But it actually falling? that's preposterous! If it were actually going to fall, then I would have evacuated the town. I have no idea what you mean by 'bringing you here', and I'd rather you not resort to violence!" the man gulped, having to look up at 'Camellia' and 'her' bow. "I assure you that this festival is entirely safe, and I'd appreciate it if you travelers would leave it that way. Now, tonight is a night for happiness and celebration, so I'll, let you off this time?" the man obviously wasn't sure that he could enforce his wishes on these people who stood before him.

Well, then. This insufferable fool isn't going to be any help. It has been some time, Rabbit. I'd ask where you've been, but this child's thoughts explain more than enough. As I was saying, we are not in the mortal world that the human is from, or which you and I were, ahem, visiting. This appears to be an alternate world, and the rift that brought us here will have a return available if we move fast. It will be nearby, but I find my powers have been...inhibited by whatever power brought me here. I cannot detect it, so we will have to look manually.

The voice in Loki's head sure was fond of it's own voice. But it wasn't talking to Loki at all, instead talking only to the beast. It gave off a feeling of disgust for Loki, like it wanted out as much as Loki wanted it gone.

Meanwhile, the moon loomed ever closer, now only 1 hour above them. No one could seem to catch when it got so much closer, but it really was disconcerting to look up and see the giant face leering down at the festival, like it enjoyed the fear it inflicted in the trio...

Standing in the spot where each of the three had arrived, now stood King Narcisse. His clothing, while fitting his small figure, looked like it was made in the desert province. he was also missing his eye patch, his right eye paled by blindness...

AT NATU: As Natu put the mask on, it vanished, and with it the desert. Natu found herself standing in a festival, surrounded by bright lights and pretty colors. Children ran and played while adults laughed and sang, everyone was having a splendid time, completely ignoring the giant moon that seemed almost to be leaning over to watch, it's unblinking eyes staring strait at the clocktower that stood taller than the surrounding buildings.

Over next to a nearby stand with a mirror stood three individuals who seemed to be the only ones disturbed by the moon above: a tall woman with red hair and a bow, who made Natu feel weird for some reason, a skinny purple-haired boy who looked very nice... and a very very tall man in elevator boots who was also thin, and rather nice looking, though he had the look of age the purple one didn't.

Natu was almost so distracted that she almost didn't notice she couldn't see out her right eye. But once she did notice, it was really hard not to be distracted by it. It was then that a fire-charmer lit his torches and began his performance, his long hair left loose, a sign of skill, as he spun the burning staff around his body in a flurry of light and heat, sweat glistening on his firm upper torso, his tunic having been removed before he started. Natu found she wished she could take him home and make him her toy...if only both her eyes were able to see him...

AT EVERYONE: At the base of the clocktower stood a large doorway, with an arrow stuck in the archway. the doors were open, and inside one could just make out a central pillar turning slowly, likely the central axis of the clockwork. the mayor stands next to the trio, his face flustered by fear and confusion, although no-one has noticed yet due to the excitement of the festival. There is a long haired brunette who is performing a fire-charmer's dance on the stage. The gate out of town is still visible down the dark road, the huge doors closed in the night. Somewhere, you can hear someone playing a music-box, although you can't see the musician anywhere...

[Natu]

The world seemed to suddenly shift and change, Natu looked around at all the new sights and sounds. She noticed a women with red hair and boy did she look really really hot? What was with her? Well certainly a time to make a move, but wait no... There was a boy and a man, they looked so attractive as well.. She could just reach out her hand and flirt... or something... She still had yet to notice that she looked different and could not see through her right eye. Then she noticed... Him....

A hot fire charmer with burning lit torches. She never felt this strongly to men before, but it certainly seemed the best thing ever. She just felt the need to run her fingers all over him, through his hair, on his hand, and more. Oh the power of this new feeling, for get jumping around being silly and pretending to be happy. Forget all that, just this... All this, was everything to her right now, nothing else matters. That sweat... That everything... Just asking for her.. She must have it... But no... yes.... She must.

She found herself making her way to him, she seemed to move as if everything else was not there, just him. When she finally reached him... She reached out to touch, only to be pulled back by someone in the crowd. She turned to see a young worried women, "you do not want to be there. he will burn you." she stated in a worried kind voice. Natu allowed herself to be pulled back, but she wanted him... The guy.. the fire charmer... With that perfect manly body...

[Kane Rafferty]

As Camellia spoke, Kane looked down at himself. She was obviously speaking to him, and he knew that quite well. He was listening to her and could feel his anger rising up bitterly but he forced himself to ignore her for the moment. His mind, although very distracted, was consistently sighting the things around him. But right now he was looking down at his clothes. Interesting. He was still wearing his own clothes. Then the thought... Could he use his power? His breath caught in his throat and his heart stopped just briefly. Oh No.

He looked up into the mirror, a completely blank expression on his face. No weapon... He was so confident in his own powers and abilities that he refused to carry a weapon. What a stupid and foolish thing to do. He looked like Justice. A current prison escaped convict from the most secure prison in the world. He had no weapon and was having a terrible time controling his emotions. Not good. Not good.

While "Queen Camellia" was rattling on about him needing to "pay for what he's done" Kane was forcing his entire body to chillax and calm down. It suddenly occurred to him who the girl might be. Justice. Only he would know how Camellia works besides possibly me. He narrowed his eyes slightly. So he's playing around is he? Trying to outsmart me? That isn't going to get him anywhere.

Kane glanced at "Lucifer," but only briefly. That was not Lucifer. The man would never wear those types of clothes. Lucifer was all about the classic and the professional. Those clothes also looked very familiar. Loki. The Diamond Prison Warden. That man was here? How? Well... no time to ask questions. If Justice wanted to play. Then Kane would play too. Only Justice would know his own personality. No one else would. Though he knew he had to play it careful. He had no weapon and knew nothing about weapons. It would have to depend completely and entirely on his words.

He was completely silent as "she" spoke about the moon falling above them and he payed close attention to what was being said. He of course scoffed at being the problem, but said nothing else. He had been so distracted by everything else before, it was only now that Camellia had pointed out the moon that he actually noticed it falling, even with the added eagle sight. Still, he wasn't completely oblivious to everything around him. He figured that he had a plan in his head now. Something simple and yet real. The new found emotions, though quite a surprise, could very well help his cause. His only desire was to get out. He didn't care about what happened to anyone or anything else. As long as they got our of this place.

It was then that he noticed the boy king from the Crystal kingdom appear next to him. His entire body jumped in shock and he stepped back. After calming himself down he swore softly under his breath. Why was he getting so freaked out by things, that normally wouldn't freak him out? He was glade that he hadn't screamed or fell down that time. It would have been completely embarrassing. But then he also noticed the young king didn't look right and his attention was on the fire dancer and the fire dancer only. OOOOHKAAAY Whatever floats that kid's boat is fine with me. I don't care all that much. Until he started walking towards the Firedancer. Riiight. 

It was in that moment that Kane had heard the music. That beautiful beautiful sound. Kane looked around suddenly very interested. His ears, as they often did, searched the song for a mood or a theme. how did it attempt to make him feel?

Wanting to know more and hear it better, Kane stepped away from the group, just a little bit. Just so that the sound of people talking wouldn't cause him to miss a beat. He wanted to hear...

[Fenrir]

Loki/"Lucifer" notices something strange in his reflection. When he steps over close to it to examine it, he falls through the mirror, leaving behind no trace he was there save for everyone watching's memories. OOC: Loki has delayed the thread due to not posting for too long, so I regret to inform you all that he's been removed from the event. I'll post a start-up thing to get things going again tomorrow. Justice, if you were still waiting on Loki you can post now.

[Justice]

Justice watches and listens as more events unfold. As the man speaks, the man who, while in charge, has little knowledge of the truth. He watches as someone appears again, quickly, Justice looks to the moon to see the change that could occur, and then he quickly looks back to examine the newcomer.

Justice can't truly tell who the new person is, he assumes that he is either from Crystal or.. well.. Crystal. He appears to be.. Ah yes.. the young king.. how pitiful.. Justice thinks, before sloughing off those thoughts quickly as he ponders the next decision.

He notices his arrow after a quick glance at the clocktower, then, he looks back at the interior. Although he can't exactly tel what it is, he knows that the rotating piece has a function within the clocktower.

Justice thinks as he sees "Kane" obviously notices something. Justice can only guess what this is, but he doesn't make any assumptions. He must keep his plan in order; making assumptions could horribly corrupt his mindset. He has already made too many assumptions, so he decides to prepare for the worst rather than assuming it.

He looks at "Loki" as he walks over to the mirror and falls in. what? Justice thinks as he quickly runs over to the looking glass. He touches it, and nothing seems different. Quickly, Justice realizes just how strange this world is on it's own. Justice decides to take quick action as he makes his decision. He plans ahead, yet he still looks to the present for his answers.

"You there, you are going to have to follow me. If you are too obstinate to see the facts, I'll at least have you help me. Unless you've revoked you statement against conflict?" Justice says, casting a glare at the man. He looks over the "Kane" as he continues. And you. While it appears you aren't quite as.. exited over the fact of the descending moon, I'm sure you have a will for life, you Are my brother after all.. however.. I'm starting to wonder.. considering that Crystal advisor.. Lucifer? He was wearing the attire of one of my prison wardens.. one I'm sure you know quite well. And.. over there, the King of Crystal.. well.. even for him, his patters of movement don't quite match that of a king, even of a king as eccentric as he. Nevertheless, I'm going over to the clocktower to try to solve this town before we are all obliterated. If you wish to follow me, I suppose I could deal with you if you are willing to help, as I know how resourceful my own flesh and blood could be. If not, I would siggest you find the origin of that sound that entrances you so; for it seems everything in this town.. hasa purpose all its own..Now then, come sir, for I fear we have little time to wait." Justice says, looking over at the man in charge, or not.

Justice quickly begins to walk over to the clocktower. When he arrives, he unfearingly steps inside and examines everything before him with eyes of perfect attention.

[Fenrir]

As 'Camellia' steps into the clocktower, it's obvious why the town is named after it. the inside is covered in cogs and gears of every size, most of them larger than a full grown man. The central column appears to be the central rod, which all the other gears are rotated by, in some form or another. what is turning the central rod is unclear, but judging by the sounds beneath, you are only seeing a portion of the mechanism. There is a stairway climbing up the inside of the tower, leading all the way to the inside of the face. From here it looks as though the clock is going to strike eleven any second now.

Outside, in the darkness, 'Justice' can here the music, although it's direction is still confusing...almost as though it's coming from up above...the moon has once again dropped by 30 minutes when no-one was looking. Maybe the source of the music is on a nearby rooftop? It's hard to tell from in the middle of the crowd like this. 'Narcisse' is still sitting watching the firedancer, who had produced a second torch and was now dual-wielding, while the woman next to 'him' kept pulling him back as he leaned forward.

In the middle of the feild, where everyone else was standing, there is now a young boy, maybe 10 year old? He looks somwhat familiar to those who are nearby, and 'Justice' would recognize that this is how Kane looked as a young child, when he was first put under Lucifer's tutelage.

Stryker: You find yourself in the fairgrounds, surrounded by humans doing human things. The mask has vanished and you are in the body of a human child. You feel...weak and sad. almost as if the world is set against you, and your just a tool in someone else's plan, though who's the tool-master is a mystery to you. Please read the above posts to detemine what the fairgrounds look like, because I've done it several times now and I'm getting lazy

[Stryker]

Stryker looked around him, suddenly in a human town with a lot of humans. It seemed that there was a festival going on around him with torches and stalls and the smell of human cooking. In the middle of the town square was a clock tower, and above it, the moon that had a creepy face which was also falling steadily towards the area. Stryker felt immensely depressed, feeling small and weak. Looking at his body with the help of a mirror reveled a small human boy, that mimicked his own actions. How come I am a human now? he thought, instead of demanding an explanation, he felt like crying. Has that weird human done something to me? he thought moving away towards a corner where he could have peace and perhaps be sad in.