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Warnings: Potential violence and psychological fuckery.
Location: Glitter Carnival
Characters: The Nox and you.
When: June 23rd through June 30th
Summary: There's trouble stirring up in the Glitter Carnival.
Despite its usual state of near-emptiness, Glitter Carnival’s name has been apt long before even the first arrivals were dropped into Freesia; the lights on the rides and stalls twinkle and glitter day and night, a cheery beacon from afar.
Until now.
Unceremoniously and unanimously, every light flickers and dies. The cheery carnival music continues over the rides’ speakers, but the rides themselves are perfectly still. None of Freesia’s citizens stick around, and not solely because of the uncomfortable ambiance.
The Nox have made a move, figuratively and literally. Larger than the ones scuttling through the rest of the city, they’re walking between the games and rides without a care. Some of their murky silhouettes are roughly shaped like clowns, some like every animal on the carousel…and, rarely, an oversized and certainly grotesque mix of both. And they’re whispering.
Glitter Carnival is Nox territory.
Anyone nearby is likely to get into trouble--or maybe that’s what they want. Give those Nox the good old one-two. Or maybe try and realize they can’t and flee. They certainly have options:
1. The Hall of Mirrors always seemed a bit more uncomfortable and frustrating than fun, but it looks like a good bolthole for someone panicking. Alas, only two steps in is the maze...and in the maze, some of the shadows have eyes. Good luck choosing the right ones, or the glass will be nearly as much of a hazard as the creatures themselves.
2. The rides are nonfunctional--or so it seems. If you look close, the inner components of most have a sticky black coating of ooze. Thing is, if you’re close enough to see that, you’re close enough for the Nox to spring into action and try to take you out. Enjoy dodging bumper cars and the like going at near-fatal collision speeds.
3. There's nobody around, but there are still voices, tempting or terrifying or both. The Nox would like to have a word with you.
4. Surely there are other things to do. It's a carnival! Ignore the Nox or try something else, go wild.
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He's been used already. By Julie, by Lux. He has his powers, but for what? He doesn't care about the people here. He doesn't care about anything, and it still...hurts. It weighs him down.
He's powerful. He got his tech powers down quickly enough, didn't he? He can hand;e this. And if he doesn't...
"What do you mean? What do shadows do?" he asks sharply. He can at least poke to see if they're useless, or lying. (Not that he'd be able to tell without them, but right now all his thoughts are scattered in the wrong order through a emotion-fueled haze.)
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The Nox waves one hoof over the ground, and a ball of shadow forms underneath it. With a flick of the wrist, the ball rolls over to Riddler, stopping about a foot away from him.
It reshapes itself, sliding into the form of a massive moth. Rather like a normal Nox creature, although it lacks the glowing white eyes. It flaps its shadowy wings a few times, lifting itself into the air, and is soon flying in circles around the Riddler.
The shadow then lands in front of him again, and dissolves into a flat puddle. Thin tendrils stretch up from the puddle, getting thicker and thicker, forming petals and leaves until there's a neat row of shadow lilies lined up before Riddler.
Then the flowers begin to fuse together, reshaping into something more complex, a mass of shadowy coils and tubes and pumps and dials. Parts of it spin and twitch and billow, humming with unknown power.
(If he dares to touch the shadow at any point during this, Riddler will find it smooth, solid, and cool to the touch.)
The shadow engine begins to go faster and faster- and suddenly melts back and propels its mass over the top of Riddler, smashing through one of the teacups on the ride behind him.
The Nox watches, impassively, awaiting Riddler's reaction.
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Internally, he's trying to calm down, get out of the emotional haze that's still shifting rides in a rather wide radius.
And that makes it worse, thinking about it--he hates what his power does without his wanting, showing off his inability to control it, to control himself. Disgusting, pathetic, he doesn't want it anymore. And this--this has less limitations, he doesn't need to be near the lights or the computers for this. And even if they lied, even if they took his powers and gave him nothing he still has his wits and he won't have his mistakes shown off to anyone walking by.
"A trade." His needs to know a little more, but a part of him already knows his answer. He doesn't want his weakness to control him, even though it's technically fueling his decisions now. There's a sense of real desperation in his chest that he struggles to keep from his voice. "What would you get out of it?"
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Re-source
For our en-emy.
The less light
And the more dark-ness
In Free-sia
The bett-er for us.
The Nox begins to trot towards Riddler, its movements oddly smooth for something that's balanced on two front legs and a pole.
Do we have a Deal?
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There isn't much for Riddler to think over he hasn't already.
He straightens up somewhat and puts a hand on his hip, still trying to maintain an illusion of being in control. Their blank white eyes meet. "Yes."
He doesn't know what might happen next, but does it matter now? There's nothing for him to lose...nothing he doesn't want to, and there really never has been.
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Its outline goes hazy as it charges towards Riddler.
The moment he's within range, the Nox wraps itself around him, legs, tail, neck, even the carousel pole becoming a flexible tendril that clings to Riddler's body.
And then it begins to thin out, the shape of the merhorse vanishing as the shadows spread to cover Riddler's body and slowly, softly, sink into him.
It won't be painful, but it will feel very cold.
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For a moment, there's a sensation not unlike drowning. Being smothered, sinking down into the cold dark where there's nothing to see or hear or feel.
And then there is--a feeling. A sense of something being plucked out of the back of his mind, and there's only a second for him to feel concerned before something else settles in its place.
He feels...better.