A small, blue quickling in a butler's attire zips up to the masked ticket seller. "Evening sir." He says in his quiet and surprisingly deep and calming voice. "I caught wind of an entertainment business around this area, got curious. Do you mind telling me about your show?"
“This show is a sensational experience of wonderment. The actors are all from the grandest theater in the world and they’ve been rehearsing the act all their lives. There has never been a show like it since and there never will be one of its kind again.” He speaks incredibly quickly to match your fast pace, his crescent eyes grinning all the while.
His speaking naturally speeds up a bit as well, he enjoys this. "Their whole lives? That's quite a claim. Consider me interested, when's the show?"
"It'll start any minute, but with your speed I can't fathom you being late. Head right through those doors and simply follow the crowd for just a little longer into the theater." He points a gloved finger at wooden, green double doors that stand silently in the entrance.
He nods. "No cost?" If there isn't, he salutes the masked man and makes his way through the doors.
"Cost? Oh yes! Cost! It is customary to have a cost, isn't there? Thanks for reminding me. Pardon my rhyme, but it'd be wonderful if you could spare a dime."
A small, blue quickling in a butler's attire zips up to the masked ticket seller. "Evening sir." He says in his quiet and surprisingly deep and calming voice. "I caught wind of an entertainment business around this area, got curious. Do you mind telling me about your show?"
“This show is a sensational experience of wonderment. The actors are all from the grandest theater in the world and they’ve been rehearsing the act all their lives. There has never been a show like it since and there never will be one of its kind again.” He speaks incredibly quickly to match your fast pace, his crescent eyes grinning all the while.
His speaking naturally speeds up a bit as well, he enjoys this. "Their whole lives? That's quite a claim. Consider me interested, when's the show?"
"It'll start any minute, but with your speed I can't fathom you being late. Head right through those doors and simply follow the crowd for just a little longer into the theater." He points a gloved finger at wooden, green double doors that stand silently in the entrance.
He nods. "No cost?" If there isn't, he salutes the masked man and makes his way through the doors.
"Cost? Oh yes! Cost! It is customary to have a cost, isn't there? Thanks for reminding me. Pardon my rhyme, but it'd be wonderful if you could spare a dime."
He smiles. "Pardoned. Here is your dime." He drops the shiny coin into his hand.
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A small, blue quickling in a butler's attire zips up to the masked ticket seller. "Evening sir." He says in his quiet and surprisingly deep and calming voice. "I caught wind of an entertainment business around this area, got curious. Do you mind telling me about your show?"
“This show is a sensational experience of wonderment. The actors are all from the grandest theater in the world and they’ve been rehearsing the act all their lives. There has never been a show like it since and there never will be one of its kind again.” He speaks incredibly quickly to match your fast pace, his crescent eyes grinning all the while.
His speaking naturally speeds up a bit as well, he enjoys this. "Their whole lives? That's quite a claim. Consider me interested, when's the show?"
"It'll start any minute, but with your speed I can't fathom you being late. Head right through those doors and simply follow the crowd for just a little longer into the theater." He points a gloved finger at wooden, green double doors that stand silently in the entrance.
He nods. "No cost?" If there isn't, he salutes the masked man and makes his way through the doors.
"Cost? Oh yes! Cost! It is customary to have a cost, isn't there? Thanks for reminding me. Pardon my rhyme, but it'd be wonderful if you could spare a dime."
He smiles. "Pardoned. Here is your dime." He drops the shiny coin into his hand.
His thumb catapults the coin into the air. It spins slowly, catching the light of the buzzing theater sign and throwing it around like piercing dots. Then he catches it with a slap and steps towards the door. "Follow me. Quickly now quick one. Even with your speed you can be late." He slams his palms into the door and they swing open before him before the theater closes its green wooden jaws and swallows him up in a flash.
His thumb catapults the coin into the air. It spins slowly, catching the light of the buzzing theater sign and throwing it around like piercing dots. Then he catches it with a slap and steps towards the door. "Follow me. Quickly now quick one. Even with your speed you can be late." He slams his palms into the door and they swing open before him before the theater closes its green wooden jaws and swallows him up in a flash.
"How right you are..." He thanks the man again and jogs into the theater excitedly.
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"How right you are..." He thanks the man again and jogs into the theater excitedly.
You enter the theater and you find that the ticket seller has sort of disappeared. Sort of.
Before I show how someone can sort of disappear, I'll give the layout of the hall. The ground has been painted black and white with countless whirls and loops, like painted ripples on a pond that has just been barraged by pebbles. Golden, sticky, light warms the hall and ornate ceilings span into the heavens above, lifted higher than reality by exquisite architectural phantasms. Exaggerated visages peer out from under the fanciful designs -- laughing, weeping, screaming, philosophizing -- representing every emotion in its most extreme incarnation.
All around you are figures -- men, women, boys, girls, young, old, families, and couples. They are all well dressed, extremely so, in suits and gowns of purple and their faces are covered by the same golden, crescent eyed, bulging cheeked, grinning comedy masks of the ticket seller. They all seem to flow through a set of doors lit up by a glowing sign above which reads: "THE SHOW."
A masked man and woman move against the current, arm in arm. The man's mask is twisted in the agonized sorrow of a tragedy mask but the woman who steps lightly alongside him has one of the raucous comedy ones. Then you hear the man's voice. It is thick and sullen and tinged with grief and dissatisfaction but other than the tone, it sounds exactly like the ticket sellers voice.
"It was horrible. Dreadful really. A complete waste of time and money. Time and money. It didn't go at all how I would have liked it too. Not at all. It was terribly terrible."
Then the woman responds in a light, airy tone that tinkles with bells and laughter, "I rather enjoyed it. I had never seen a show quite like it. What a wonderful experience." As the couple passes you by, you notice the woman wink at you. But that couldn't have happened, she was wearing a mask. A mask can't wink...
'I mean, man, maybe I could mimic the decor of this place for back home. Then again, my den is nice enough'
*Hahaha, nice recovery.*
When you enter you see the same ripple painted floors, golden lighted halls, flourished walls, and show sign as Yondor, but the place is astoundingly empty. Off in one corner a purple suited man in an apron and a comedy mask smiles at you while he runs a popcorn machine. The large sign saying, "THE SHOW," blares silently above the doors.
'I mean, man, maybe I could mimic the decor of this place for back home. Then again, my den is nice enough'
*Hahaha, nice recovery.*
When you enter you see the same ripple painted floors, golden lighted halls, flourished walls, and show sign as Yondor, but the place is astoundingly empty. Off in one corner a purple suited man in an apron and a comedy mask smiles at you while he runs a popcorn machine. The large sign saying, "THE SHOW," blares silently above the doors.
'How much is the popcorn? This place looks pretty awesome'
'I mean, man, maybe I could mimic the decor of this place for back home. Then again, my den is nice enough'
*Hahaha, nice recovery.*
When you enter you see the same ripple painted floors, golden lighted halls, flourished walls, and show sign as Yondor, but the place is astoundingly empty. Off in one corner a purple suited man in an apron and a comedy mask smiles at you while he runs a popcorn machine. The large sign saying, "THE SHOW," blares silently above the doors.
'How much is the popcorn? This place looks pretty awesome'
"It's quite elementary, you've already paid. The popcorn is complementary. You might even find it to be supplementary. Whenever you're ready, there's your port of entry." He points to the door under "THE SHOW" sign as he scoops out a bag for you.
Flint starts stuffing popcorn into his face. 'Mmm, so buttery!'
He goes through the door into the show
You are almost blinded by sun bright stage lights shining down on you. Despite being bathed in radiance, you are surrounded by deep darkness. Then it dawns on you, you're in a spotlight and beneath your feet is a stage. When you look behind you, you spot a wall of red curtains. Your eyes adjust to the light allowing you to peer through the beaming stage lights but the theater seats are empty save for one member. A well dressed man in a purple suit and a golden comedy mask sits silently in the darkness, watching you.
Then a drum roll pounds like thunder and the tempestuous voice of the ticket seller and the popcorn man booms across the stage.
'Ughhh, ummm, ok?' A look of awkward nervousness takes over Flint's face. He then begins to sing. His voice is unsure at first, but gradually gains confidence and strength. He really wishes he'd brought his lute
'Ughhh, ummm, ok?' A look of awkward nervousness takes over Flint's face. He then begins to sing. His voice is unsure at first, but gradually gains confidence and strength. He really wishes he'd brought his lute
*the song is Riptide*
As you start singing the spot light expands to illuminate more of the stage. A lute sits on the ground rather conveniently.
"How right you are..." He thanks the man again and jogs into the theater excitedly.
You enter the theater and you find that the ticket seller has sort of disappeared. Sort of.
Before I show how someone can sort of disappear, I'll give the layout of the hall. The ground has been painted black and white with countless whirls and loops, like painted ripples on a pond that has just been barraged by pebbles. Golden, sticky, light warms the hall and ornate ceilings span into the heavens above, lifted higher than reality by exquisite architectural phantasms. Exaggerated visages peer out from under the fanciful designs -- laughing, weeping, screaming, philosophizing -- representing every emotion in its most extreme incarnation.
All around you are figures -- men, women, boys, girls, young, old, families, and couples. They are all well dressed, extremely so, in suits and gowns of purple and their faces are covered by the same golden, crescent eyed, bulging cheeked, grinning comedy masks of the ticket seller. They all seem to flow through a set of doors lit up by a glowing sign above which reads: "THE SHOW."
A masked man and woman move against the current, arm in arm. The man's mask is twisted in the agonized sorrow of a tragedy mask but the woman who steps lightly alongside him has one of the raucous comedy ones. Then you hear the man's voice. It is thick and sullen and tinged with grief and dissatisfaction but other than the tone, it sounds exactly like the ticket sellers voice.
"It was horrible. Dreadful really. A complete waste of time and money. Time and money. It didn't go at all how I would have liked it too. Not at all. It was terribly terrible."
Then the woman responds in a light, airy tone that tinkles with bells and laughter, "I rather enjoyed it. I had never seen a show quite like it. What a wonderful experience." As the couple passes you by, you notice the woman wink at you. But that couldn't have happened, she was wearing a mask. A mask can't wink...
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
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Flint picks up the Lute and plays it, seeming slightly less scared
As you play, you find the weight of the shock and the nervousness begins to lift. You perform much better than you thought you would. Your fingers almost seem to know what to do all on their own, the lyrics seem sharp and natural, and your voice is strong, loud, and clear.
"Cost? Oh yes! Cost! It is customary to have a cost, isn't there? Thanks for reminding me. Pardon my rhyme, but it'd be wonderful if you could spare a dime."
He smiles. "Pardoned. Here is your dime." He drops the shiny coin into his hand.
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His thumb catapults the coin into the air. It spins slowly, catching the light of the buzzing theater sign and throwing it around like piercing dots. Then he catches it with a slap and steps towards the door. "Follow me. Quickly now quick one. Even with your speed you can be late." He slams his palms into the door and they swing open before him before the theater closes its green wooden jaws and swallows him up in a flash.
Flint screams. 'Mimic!'
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*Haha, sorry, that was just me having fun with writing. He really just walks into the building.*
"How right you are..." He thanks the man again and jogs into the theater excitedly.
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*That made me chuckle*
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'I mean, man, maybe I could mimic the decor of this place for back home. Then again, my den is nice enough'
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You enter the theater and you find that the ticket seller has sort of disappeared. Sort of.
Before I show how someone can sort of disappear, I'll give the layout of the hall. The ground has been painted black and white with countless whirls and loops, like painted ripples on a pond that has just been barraged by pebbles. Golden, sticky, light warms the hall and ornate ceilings span into the heavens above, lifted higher than reality by exquisite architectural phantasms. Exaggerated visages peer out from under the fanciful designs -- laughing, weeping, screaming, philosophizing -- representing every emotion in its most extreme incarnation.
All around you are figures -- men, women, boys, girls, young, old, families, and couples. They are all well dressed, extremely so, in suits and gowns of purple and their faces are covered by the same golden, crescent eyed, bulging cheeked, grinning comedy masks of the ticket seller. They all seem to flow through a set of doors lit up by a glowing sign above which reads: "THE SHOW."
A masked man and woman move against the current, arm in arm. The man's mask is twisted in the agonized sorrow of a tragedy mask but the woman who steps lightly alongside him has one of the raucous comedy ones. Then you hear the man's voice. It is thick and sullen and tinged with grief and dissatisfaction but other than the tone, it sounds exactly like the ticket sellers voice.
"It was horrible. Dreadful really. A complete waste of time and money. Time and money. It didn't go at all how I would have liked it too. Not at all. It was terribly terrible."
Then the woman responds in a light, airy tone that tinkles with bells and laughter, "I rather enjoyed it. I had never seen a show quite like it. What a wonderful experience." As the couple passes you by, you notice the woman wink at you. But that couldn't have happened, she was wearing a mask. A mask can't wink...
*Hahaha, nice recovery.*
When you enter you see the same ripple painted floors, golden lighted halls, flourished walls, and show sign as Yondor, but the place is astoundingly empty. Off in one corner a purple suited man in an apron and a comedy mask smiles at you while he runs a popcorn machine. The large sign saying, "THE SHOW," blares silently above the doors.
(nah I just pop in every now and then Sterling is probably at war or ruling a nation or in the backrooms or something)
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
'How much is the popcorn? This place looks pretty awesome'
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"It's quite elementary, you've already paid. The popcorn is complementary. You might even find it to be supplementary. Whenever you're ready, there's your port of entry." He points to the door under "THE SHOW" sign as he scoops out a bag for you.
Flint starts stuffing popcorn into his face. 'Mmm, so buttery!'
He goes through the door into the show
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You are almost blinded by sun bright stage lights shining down on you. Despite being bathed in radiance, you are surrounded by deep darkness. Then it dawns on you, you're in a spotlight and beneath your feet is a stage. When you look behind you, you spot a wall of red curtains. Your eyes adjust to the light allowing you to peer through the beaming stage lights but the theater seats are empty save for one member. A well dressed man in a purple suit and a golden comedy mask sits silently in the darkness, watching you.
Then a drum roll pounds like thunder and the tempestuous voice of the ticket seller and the popcorn man booms across the stage.
'Ughhh, ummm, ok?' A look of awkward nervousness takes over Flint's face. He then begins to sing. His voice is unsure at first, but gradually gains confidence and strength. He really wishes he'd brought his lute
*the song is Riptide*
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As you start singing the spot light expands to illuminate more of the stage. A lute sits on the ground rather conveniently.
Flint picks up the Lute and plays it, seeming slightly less scared
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The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
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As you play, you find the weight of the shock and the nervousness begins to lift. You perform much better than you thought you would. Your fingers almost seem to know what to do all on their own, the lyrics seem sharp and natural, and your voice is strong, loud, and clear.