(Revised) World of Night

[Hissien]

"I don't even know if I eat at all, it's been so long... I'd love to try them though!" Aideen said cheerfully, smiling uncharacteristically.

[Rook]

Omar could feel the eyes of the seething mass of people boring into him, regardless of the fact that he was probably the least conspicuous of his "companions". He saw a gun in every hand, a knife in every pocket, a threat in every pair of eyes. He wished not to be Omar any longer, he simply wished to disappear behind the mask of Carsaib.

"I'll be back." he murmured to Hex, sidiling off and attempting to find a location where he would be briefly hidden from the view of any of the carnival-goers..

[Musicman247]

"Yes, nachos would be perfect!" Kruphix said, giving Aideen a gentle squeeze. She led her to the stand and looked warmly at the nacho vendor, making sure to bend over just a little so he could see her cleavage clearly. "One order of nachos, please!" she said.

[The-Shadow-One]

Carsaib!
He found a portable-toilet. He could change in there, but that would be really crappy, there's a small stand that was fairly sheltered and unoccupied.

Nachos!
"That'd be 7 euros!" The nacho man replied, his smell cheesy or was that the stand, his hair was black and greasy and he had acne over his face. He seemed around 21. He had a small apron that said "NACHOS" Kruphix could see him glance down at her boobs. "B..but for you it's 4."

[Hissien]

The Nachos

Aideen picked up one of the crunchy, cheesy, chips and began to devour it. Curious how her undead physiology would handle such a thing.

Miguel

"Fan out and begin searching, try to keep your head down but don't hesitate to ask questions of the locals. Just don't kill anyone and get caught, we aren't trying to start an inquisition. The best place to start seems to be to find another nightworlder, they would be aware of what was going on more than the humans would be." Miguel told the group, he had no intention of failing due to the shenanigans of a few. He pressed forward, heading for the house of mirrors.

[Rook]

Carsaib

Deciding against the probably filthy toilet, Carsaib opted to transform in the unoccupied stand. As he reverted to his preferred form, he let out an internal sigh of relief. It was nice to be able to talk, but he felt much more focused as an animal.

With that hurdle cleared, he considered attempting to smell for the prince. He decided against it, as the various smells (good and bad) of the fair would most likely conceal anything of note. Instead, he planned to slip through the crowd, dodging feet and looking all around. Determined to leave no stone unturned.

[Musicman247]

Kruphix

Kruphix gave a sad kitten face and said, "Four? I...I don't have that much." She leaned forward a little more to give the nacho man a better look. "Isn't there something else we can work out?"

[The SheoDovah]

Zack

"But i was looking forward to saying that No-one expects the inquistion." Zack told Miguel in a false disappointed tone. "I'll see if the plants know anything, provided they are not roses." He told the group. "Coming Aideen?" He asked the banshee.

Cosi

"I'm sure you have very nice breasts but that won't help us to find him." Cosi told Kruphix as she changed her hair to black and shortened it slightly before getting an idea a few seconds later. "Then again, we may be able to use your..... talents to convince them to reveal the prince's location." She told the Fae.

[The-Shadow-One]

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CARNIVALE!~ Oye!~

The House of Mirrors
The house of mirrors was a shabby looking thin, the silver and gold painted sign hanging on just by a thread. Upon enterng Miguel was instantly surrounded by yellow light and a million copies of himself, some twisted out of shape, some with parts of him bigger than the other, some even with a background different to the dark gross door at his back. Millions of copies and silence, that was all that greeted the magi, at least until someone came into view as sudden as teleportation, a small curve in the mirrors beside him yet he never showed in any.

"Welcome to the house of mirrors!" The man before him bellowed with all the theatrics of a stage and his voice sounded like it hasn't been used in years, his clothes looking like a run down magicians, his hair greasy, knotted together and his teeth yellow, a lot of teeth showing in his smile. His chapped lips moved up and down as he spoke. "I hope you enjoy it, Miguel de Flores." And with a simple knowing grin he sidestepped and vanished from view. Only Miguel and his millions of copies left behind, maybe he should push forward?

The Tent of Fortunes
Carsaib in his 'no stone unturned' approach had managed to enter a small black tent, smoke and the soothing smell of incense creeping from under the folds. Outside seemed to vanish from sound and smell upon entering, a woman all covered in fabrics of a multitude of colours sat before a cracked crystal ball mounted upon a elaborate stand little bumps turning into mythical creatures before the cat's eyes even now.

A griffin's head grew from it then with a small shriek it faded away. The woman turned her head slightly in the direction of Carsaib, and a soft chuckle came from her. Her voice sounded soft, syrupy. "Greetings little cat, would you like.. to know something?" She asked, the way she said made it seem she fully expected an answer.

Carinval's Nacho Stand
The nacho man gulped at Kruphix's words, his gaze drawn to her breasts, and then suddenly stood still and slack jawed, almost vacant. Around them the entire carnival seemed to do the same, even the small amount of rides weren't moving, men women and children merely stood in place like deer in headlights. Of course the group weren't affected but for a difference in how they saw, like someone dragged a grey translucent film over their eyes causing it to sting slightly.

The Nacho vendor (whos' name was Lenny Nolowiz) spoke but his voice was different, vacant but with a feeling of an echo, then they realised everyone around them were saying the same thing. "Just what are you looking for? We smell the queen's scent on you. Leave."

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Apologises for the wait. I spent freaking weeks trying to decide what to do here.

[The SheoDovah]

Cosi

"I have to admit, i'm impressed, Kuph." Cosi told the Fae after the vendor and everyone else started to speak the same thing. "Perhaps your breasts are going to help us after all." She commented. "We are looking for a person that is quite dear to us and do not have any cause to harm you." She told the voice.

Zack

"That's a bit creepy. I mean, Kruphix's breasts causing this. Oh and i suppose the whole talking in unison is a bit unsettling as well." Zack remarked in a light hearted manner.

[The-Shadow-One]

"We do not care." The voice in the air replaced, their moves moving to say it. "Leave."

[Hissien]

The house of Mirrors
Taking out a single brush of paint, the Mage pressed forward, eager to move on since there was finally some sense of progression. Well that and he had nothing else to go on at the moment and he was about as [&@%!] a leader as they came. He continued down the path slowly, with caution, not fear, in his step. He doubted that the man was any real threat to him, not yet anyway.

The creepy nacho man pervert guy
Aideen
The sudden noise startled the Banshee and she let out a sudden high-pitched wail. Her nachos would have clamped their cheesy earholes shut if they could. But they couldn't. For they were nachos.

[The SheoDovah]

Zack

Zack almost crapped his pants when Aideen screamed and remained silent. If it was possible for a Vampyre to die of fright, Aideen would have given him a fatal wound but alas, it was not possible so he remained in perfect condition.

Cosi

"We would have left if we believed that the people that we hold very close to our hearts was not here but now, i believe they are here and you are hiding them." Cosi turned her hair into a shade of red that resembled blood and was prepared to defend herself. "Now, who are you?"

[The-Shadow-One]

Nacho nacho man
Zack dropped down dead from fright, his heart faltered slightly, even fright from a banshee was deadly. The people around them fell down, bleeding slightly from their ears but the voice remained unaffected. "Banshee. Sc
um" Was the simple reply from the voice as Nils came through once more upon his horse from before, dismounting the instant they drew close to Aideen. Yes, my lady, did you want me? The mist around him twitched.
"Leave Queen's dogs."

Miguel De Flores and the house of mirrors
He came through to a mirrored clad room, too big to be the house of mirrors unless he was underground at this point. Around him mirrors distorted his features, even the background seemed different. The greasy magician's voice called out coming from tinny little speakers in the corner of the room.
"You know, since I was a kid I loved mirrors. Portals to other worlds, to worlds better than this, have you any idea of the corruption of the royalty, of the government, of men? Of course you don't you're obviously in their pocket, obviously little hounds sent out to find and punish and retrieve. Well I ain't going easy.." Then Miguel felt something wrap around his foot, holding him in place, if he looked down he saw his own hand reach out of the mirror, and himself leaning down to touch it. "Can you fight yourself?"

[Hissien]

Miguel De Flores

"I've been fighting myself my whole life, wretch. The queen can advance my studies beyond their current level. She knows I'm only concerned about myself." Miguel said flatly. He took his paintbursh, splattering paint all over the mirror directly in front of him. The splatters quickly converged to make another copy of Miguel, who reached out and grabbed the original in a choke hold, the scales on the dragonlings neck barely keeping his wind pipe from being crushed.

Aideen

"Hear me and obey, Nil. Protect your Banshee, lest our contract with death be broken." Aideen commanded, since it was daytime she didn't bother using her keening death, it wouldn't likely help her to kill all of these mortals anyway. "Let's keep moving, there's obviously a bigger force at work here unless all of these festivals are like this?" Aideen half asked, half told the others. Either way she began to move towards a tent that had "FREAKSHOW" printed in bold letters. She couldn't read, poor sod.

[The SheoDovah]

Zack

Zack followed Aideen. "Aideen, do you know what a freakshow is?"

Cosi

"We will not leave and we will defend ourselves but we can settle this in a civil manner. We may not seem like much but i can assure you, we are more then capable of fighting you. Now, give us the Prince and we will leave or we will find him and we will make sure the queen knows you're behind it." Cosi believed that the voice could be reasoned with. Sadly, she wasn't a voice of reason and Miguel had gone.

[The-Shadow-One]

Freakshow
The tent was oddly quiet and as soon as the Banshee, the headless horsemen and the vampyre entered they knew why, It was full of cages, the beings in it swaddled in dirty danky clothes still as the grave, hay surrounded them as if they were making a nest before hand.

Cosi
The voice was quiet then behind her she felt claws dig into her shoulder. "Leave nought. Die."

Miguel
"Yes she can improve your power and all that, but what's stopping her from killing you as soon as you bring her son back? You obviously got her vulnerable right?" The mirror shattered, spattering paint and fracturing reflections. The mirror shards seemed to try and embed themselves into Miguels arms of which only a few managed. "How far can you fight yourself?" A painted fist smashed into his side, from a mirror with his reflection using the artist pad he has.

[The SheoDovah]

Cosi

Cosi felt some claws digging into her shoulders and showed some signs of pain.She attempt to wrap her hair around the claw to try to cause it's owner some pain and hoped that it would release her. If she managed to, she would grow her nails and take a swipe at it before backing away.

[Hissien]

Miguel
Miguel grimaced, splattering more paint, creating a copy of the copy who then kicked the copy Miguel made in the jaw, releasing Miguel from his own copy. "Argentum" Miguel commanded. The silver demon turned into a blade in his hand, which he swung towards his copy coming from the mirror, aiming for the hands.

"Nothing keeps her from doing anything, with the Whites out of play though, she will need someone to fill the position. If I cannot be that one I will endear her son to me for he is her one weakness." Miguel said with a choked gasp.
Aideen

"Meh, I've seen better." Aideen said tapping one of the cages.

[The SheoDovah]

Zack

"I'm not a big fan of tapping things that i don't know and i kinda would like not to end up disturbing all of these poor things." Zack believed that they would be best off leaving the creatures along and took a look at the ground to see if it was something he could burrow through in case things went to [&@%!].

[The-Shadow-One]

Freakshow!
A small fragile hand wrapped itself around Aideen's wrist, she knew the coldness of death, and this body was even colder. "Poor.. T...hings.." A soft voice echoed back to Zack, the temperature dropping rapidly inside the tent. Beneath their feet was a sheet made of Tarpaulin.

Cosi
Her hair wrapped around nothing, the claws dug down and pulled out, blood seeping from her wounds. A soft chuckle came from the voice

Miguel

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I'm thinking we're gonna get confused here.

The mirror and the copy shattered. "That may be, that may just well be.. But.. what if you don't ever bring her son back?" Miguel then felt all the mirrors around him shatter, shards raking into him before the pain vanished. He was back where he was but the colours.. everything seemed.. wrong. Switched. Argentum was no longer silver as she was. The world seemed to be put on a negative filter. "Marvellous things about mirrors.. they invert direction and if used in a way can even distort things.."

[Hissien]

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was just gonna make a ton of clones to fight each other so he could slip away.

"Aurum. Strike." Miguel tested, if all was inverted perhaps Argentum was changed. He took a hesitant step forward, to see.

Freakshow

"Cover your ears!" Aideen cried, taking in a deep breath to wail with all her night and power. She was clearly unsure of what effect this would have on the creatures but she had no pity for them.

[Justice knight]

Michael scanned the skyline of the city as he placed one hand on the handle of the door- looking for the largest building he could see.
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Lucius -desperate to escape the relentless onslaught of the sun- ducked into the nearest tent. The quaint carnival meant little to him, the shade however did.