The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
A massive warrior walks steadily towards the party. He appears to carry no weapon, and does not seem to want to cause any trouble.
The Conferencier leans over the railing of the roof to look at the creature, smirking. A firework goes off in the sky, painting it an obnoxiously bright pink for a few seconds. He plays with a silver knife in his left hand, twirling it on one finger.
Z lets his mouth fall into a slight sneer. "I've heard about you, I was bored so I stopped by. What is this place, why to disrupt the silence of this place meaninglessly?"
“This place is never silent. The sounds of screams, rage, sorrow. I’m just filling it with a different sound, mein guter herr!” He jumps up and stands on the railing, doing a little twirl.
"I make them quiet, they only have the opportunity to scream for a moment, souls with fear live in silence. Do you not have a layer of your own? Why do you not take this there?"
“Oh, I do! But this plane is so drab, I like to spice it up a little! Plus, parties on Profanus bring more guests.”
It hops down, landing on one hand and cartwheeling up to Z, about 20 ft. Away. His form shimmers slightly.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
They spot Mushisama's form shaping insects bursting from the ground near the entrance, donning his usual shabby yet somewhat sophisticated stitched cloak and stone mask. Above him a small swarm of crows fly, an odd color and hue to them, as if they are both absorbing yet creating light, though he pays them no heed. The fallen god observes the building with his usual blank stare.
The clown twirls away from his dance partner and dons a harlequin mask adorned with feathers and beads, his form disappearing immediately. He reappears, taking off the mask, balancing on a rubber ball that appears with him, much closer to Mushisama. “Willkommen! How May I help you?” He giggles madly, grinning.
His 'head' turns to look at the clown, their false eyes 'blinking' with no pattern. "Hello Conferencier. Or is it The Conferencier? Titles such as yours often confuse me to be honest."
“The Conferencier, but formalities are so boring!” He cackles. “What brings you to this establishment? Seeking fun?”
“Mayhaps. I was just curious as I have heard so much about your parties yet I’m fairly certain I’ve never been to one, before or after your banishment. Curiosity, in a sense.”
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
They spot Mushisama's form shaping insects bursting from the ground near the entrance, donning his usual shabby yet somewhat sophisticated stitched cloak and stone mask. Above him a small swarm of crows fly, an odd color and hue to them, as if they are both absorbing yet creating light, though he pays them no heed. The fallen god observes the building with his usual blank stare.
The clown twirls away from his dance partner and dons a harlequin mask adorned with feathers and beads, his form disappearing immediately. He reappears, taking off the mask, balancing on a rubber ball that appears with him, much closer to Mushisama. “Willkommen! How May I help you?” He giggles madly, grinning.
His 'head' turns to look at the clown, their false eyes 'blinking' with no pattern. "Hello Conferencier. Or is it The Conferencier? Titles such as yours often confuse me to be honest."
“The Conferencier, but formalities are so boring!” He cackles. “What brings you to this establishment? Seeking fun?”
“Mayhaps. I was just curious as I have heard so much about your parties yet I’m fairly certain I’ve never been to one, before or after your banishment. Curiosity, in a sense.”
“Ah, yes, they do get quite- eh, what’s the word… wild! I think the biblically accurate Tyrannosaurus Rex is in the circus tonight…” he says, with a straight face.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
A massive warrior walks steadily towards the party. He appears to carry no weapon, and does not seem to want to cause any trouble.
The Conferencier leans over the railing of the roof to look at the creature, smirking. A firework goes off in the sky, painting it an obnoxiously bright pink for a few seconds. He plays with a silver knife in his left hand, twirling it on one finger.
Z lets his mouth fall into a slight sneer. "I've heard about you, I was bored so I stopped by. What is this place, why to disrupt the silence of this place meaninglessly?"
“This place is never silent. The sounds of screams, rage, sorrow. I’m just filling it with a different sound, mein guter herr!” He jumps up and stands on the railing, doing a little twirl.
"I make them quiet, they only have the opportunity to scream for a moment, souls with fear live in silence. Do you not have a layer of your own? Why do you not take this there?"
“Oh, I do! But this plane is so drab, I like to spice it up a little! Plus, parties on Profanus bring more guests.”
It hops down, landing on one hand and cartwheeling up to Z, about 20 ft. Away. His form shimmers slightly.
"What if it brings unwanted guests? That could easily become me I'f I see fit. Besides, why do you have these parties, I see a sort of depravity with these parties."
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The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
They spot Mushisama's form shaping insects bursting from the ground near the entrance, donning his usual shabby yet somewhat sophisticated stitched cloak and stone mask. Above him a small swarm of crows fly, an odd color and hue to them, as if they are both absorbing yet creating light, though he pays them no heed. The fallen god observes the building with his usual blank stare.
The clown twirls away from his dance partner and dons a harlequin mask adorned with feathers and beads, his form disappearing immediately. He reappears, taking off the mask, balancing on a rubber ball that appears with him, much closer to Mushisama. “Willkommen! How May I help you?” He giggles madly, grinning.
His 'head' turns to look at the clown, their false eyes 'blinking' with no pattern. "Hello Conferencier. Or is it The Conferencier? Titles such as yours often confuse me to be honest."
“The Conferencier, but formalities are so boring!” He cackles. “What brings you to this establishment? Seeking fun?”
“Mayhaps. I was just curious as I have heard so much about your parties yet I’m fairly certain I’ve never been to one, before or after your banishment. Curiosity, in a sense.”
“Ah, yes, they do get quite- eh, what’s the word… wild! I think the biblically accurate Tyrannosaurus Rex is in the circus tonight…” he says, with a straight face.
“Do you speak of the early drafts of the Tyrannosaurus or the concept draft of the Angelic Theropod? The differences are quite drastic.” He too says this with a straight face, though admittedly it’s the only face he can make without features.
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
They spot Mushisama's form shaping insects bursting from the ground near the entrance, donning his usual shabby yet somewhat sophisticated stitched cloak and stone mask. Above him a small swarm of crows fly, an odd color and hue to them, as if they are both absorbing yet creating light, though he pays them no heed. The fallen god observes the building with his usual blank stare.
The clown twirls away from his dance partner and dons a harlequin mask adorned with feathers and beads, his form disappearing immediately. He reappears, taking off the mask, balancing on a rubber ball that appears with him, much closer to Mushisama. “Willkommen! How May I help you?” He giggles madly, grinning.
His 'head' turns to look at the clown, their false eyes 'blinking' with no pattern. "Hello Conferencier. Or is it The Conferencier? Titles such as yours often confuse me to be honest."
“The Conferencier, but formalities are so boring!” He cackles. “What brings you to this establishment? Seeking fun?”
“Mayhaps. I was just curious as I have heard so much about your parties yet I’m fairly certain I’ve never been to one, before or after your banishment. Curiosity, in a sense.”
“Ah, yes, they do get quite- eh, what’s the word… wild! I think the biblically accurate Tyrannosaurus Rex is in the circus tonight…” he says, with a straight face.
“Do you speak of the early drafts of the Tyrannosaurus or the concept draft of the Angelic Theropod? The differences are quite drastic.” He too says this with a straight face, though admittedly it’s the only face he can make without features.
“Angelic Therapod, managed to get one down here. Just for the show!” He cartwheels a bit closer.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
A massive warrior walks steadily towards the party. He appears to carry no weapon, and does not seem to want to cause any trouble.
The Conferencier leans over the railing of the roof to look at the creature, smirking. A firework goes off in the sky, painting it an obnoxiously bright pink for a few seconds. He plays with a silver knife in his left hand, twirling it on one finger.
Z lets his mouth fall into a slight sneer. "I've heard about you, I was bored so I stopped by. What is this place, why to disrupt the silence of this place meaninglessly?"
“This place is never silent. The sounds of screams, rage, sorrow. I’m just filling it with a different sound, mein guter herr!” He jumps up and stands on the railing, doing a little twirl.
"I make them quiet, they only have the opportunity to scream for a moment, souls with fear live in silence. Do you not have a layer of your own? Why do you not take this there?"
“Oh, I do! But this plane is so drab, I like to spice it up a little! Plus, parties on Profanus bring more guests.”
It hops down, landing on one hand and cartwheeling up to Z, about 20 ft. Away. His form shimmers slightly.
"What if it brings unwanted guests? That could easily become me I'f I see fit. Besides, why do you have these parties, I see a sort of depravity with these parties."
“Oh,” he grins. “I’m not too worried about unwanted guests.” He backflips, landing just outside the door. “Depravity? Not much down here isn’t depraved. And besides, it’s fun! Have you ever had fun, out of curiosity?”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
They spot Mushisama's form shaping insects bursting from the ground near the entrance, donning his usual shabby yet somewhat sophisticated stitched cloak and stone mask. Above him a small swarm of crows fly, an odd color and hue to them, as if they are both absorbing yet creating light, though he pays them no heed. The fallen god observes the building with his usual blank stare.
The clown twirls away from his dance partner and dons a harlequin mask adorned with feathers and beads, his form disappearing immediately. He reappears, taking off the mask, balancing on a rubber ball that appears with him, much closer to Mushisama. “Willkommen! How May I help you?” He giggles madly, grinning.
His 'head' turns to look at the clown, their false eyes 'blinking' with no pattern. "Hello Conferencier. Or is it The Conferencier? Titles such as yours often confuse me to be honest."
“The Conferencier, but formalities are so boring!” He cackles. “What brings you to this establishment? Seeking fun?”
“Mayhaps. I was just curious as I have heard so much about your parties yet I’m fairly certain I’ve never been to one, before or after your banishment. Curiosity, in a sense.”
“Ah, yes, they do get quite- eh, what’s the word… wild! I think the biblically accurate Tyrannosaurus Rex is in the circus tonight…” he says, with a straight face.
“Do you speak of the early drafts of the Tyrannosaurus or the concept draft of the Angelic Theropod? The differences are quite drastic.” He too says this with a straight face, though admittedly it’s the only face he can make without features.
“Angelic Therapod, managed to get one down here. Just for the show!” He cartwheels a bit closer.
“An interesting feat. If they ever require a mate, I have a few herds or so wandering about the Hollow Material.”
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
They spot Mushisama's form shaping insects bursting from the ground near the entrance, donning his usual shabby yet somewhat sophisticated stitched cloak and stone mask. Above him a small swarm of crows fly, an odd color and hue to them, as if they are both absorbing yet creating light, though he pays them no heed. The fallen god observes the building with his usual blank stare.
The clown twirls away from his dance partner and dons a harlequin mask adorned with feathers and beads, his form disappearing immediately. He reappears, taking off the mask, balancing on a rubber ball that appears with him, much closer to Mushisama. “Willkommen! How May I help you?” He giggles madly, grinning.
His 'head' turns to look at the clown, their false eyes 'blinking' with no pattern. "Hello Conferencier. Or is it The Conferencier? Titles such as yours often confuse me to be honest."
“The Conferencier, but formalities are so boring!” He cackles. “What brings you to this establishment? Seeking fun?”
“Mayhaps. I was just curious as I have heard so much about your parties yet I’m fairly certain I’ve never been to one, before or after your banishment. Curiosity, in a sense.”
“Ah, yes, they do get quite- eh, what’s the word… wild! I think the biblically accurate Tyrannosaurus Rex is in the circus tonight…” he says, with a straight face.
“Do you speak of the early drafts of the Tyrannosaurus or the concept draft of the Angelic Theropod? The differences are quite drastic.” He too says this with a straight face, though admittedly it’s the only face he can make without features.
“Angelic Therapod, managed to get one down here. Just for the show!” He cartwheels a bit closer.
“An interesting feat. If they ever require a mate, I have a few herds or so wandering about the Hollow Material.”
“I’ll think about it! Hollow material? Is that the layer you preside over, mon petit dieu?”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
They spot Mushisama's form shaping insects bursting from the ground near the entrance, donning his usual shabby yet somewhat sophisticated stitched cloak and stone mask. Above him a small swarm of crows fly, an odd color and hue to them, as if they are both absorbing yet creating light, though he pays them no heed. The fallen god observes the building with his usual blank stare.
The clown twirls away from his dance partner and dons a harlequin mask adorned with feathers and beads, his form disappearing immediately. He reappears, taking off the mask, balancing on a rubber ball that appears with him, much closer to Mushisama. “Willkommen! How May I help you?” He giggles madly, grinning.
His 'head' turns to look at the clown, their false eyes 'blinking' with no pattern. "Hello Conferencier. Or is it The Conferencier? Titles such as yours often confuse me to be honest."
“The Conferencier, but formalities are so boring!” He cackles. “What brings you to this establishment? Seeking fun?”
“Mayhaps. I was just curious as I have heard so much about your parties yet I’m fairly certain I’ve never been to one, before or after your banishment. Curiosity, in a sense.”
“Ah, yes, they do get quite- eh, what’s the word… wild! I think the biblically accurate Tyrannosaurus Rex is in the circus tonight…” he says, with a straight face.
“Do you speak of the early drafts of the Tyrannosaurus or the concept draft of the Angelic Theropod? The differences are quite drastic.” He too says this with a straight face, though admittedly it’s the only face he can make without features.
“Angelic Therapod, managed to get one down here. Just for the show!” He cartwheels a bit closer.
“An interesting feat. If they ever require a mate, I have a few herds or so wandering about the Hollow Material.”
“I’ll think about it! Hollow material? Is that the layer you preside over, mon petit dieu?”
“Yes, and please do not call me such. I am no longer a god, nor have I ever been small.” He looks back towards the entrance. “Do you mind giving me a tour, The Conferencier?”
The Conferencier dances on the building of one of the Cabaret entrances in Profanus, music played by invisible performers and entranced guests joining along in the festivities. Fireworks light up the sky.
A massive warrior walks steadily towards the party. He appears to carry no weapon, and does not seem to want to cause any trouble.
The Conferencier leans over the railing of the roof to look at the creature, smirking. A firework goes off in the sky, painting it an obnoxiously bright pink for a few seconds. He plays with a silver knife in his left hand, twirling it on one finger.
Z lets his mouth fall into a slight sneer. "I've heard about you, I was bored so I stopped by. What is this place, why to disrupt the silence of this place meaninglessly?"
“This place is never silent. The sounds of screams, rage, sorrow. I’m just filling it with a different sound, mein guter herr!” He jumps up and stands on the railing, doing a little twirl.
"I make them quiet, they only have the opportunity to scream for a moment, souls with fear live in silence. Do you not have a layer of your own? Why do you not take this there?"
“Oh, I do! But this plane is so drab, I like to spice it up a little! Plus, parties on Profanus bring more guests.”
It hops down, landing on one hand and cartwheeling up to Z, about 20 ft. Away. His form shimmers slightly.
"What if it brings unwanted guests? That could easily become me I'f I see fit. Besides, why do you have these parties, I see a sort of depravity with these parties."
“Oh,” he grins. “I’m not too worried about unwanted guests.” He backflips, landing just outside the door. “Depravity? Not much down here isn’t depraved. And besides, it’s fun! Have you ever had fun, out of curiosity?
"Fun? No, I have not had time for such meaningless feelings. love, fun, happiness and the like are just a waste of my time."
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“Oh, I do! But this plane is so drab, I like to spice it up a little! Plus, parties on Profanus bring more guests.”
It hops down, landing on one hand and cartwheeling up to Z, about 20 ft. Away. His form shimmers slightly.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Mayhaps. I was just curious as I have heard so much about your parties yet I’m fairly certain I’ve never been to one, before or after your banishment. Curiosity, in a sense.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Ah, yes, they do get quite- eh, what’s the word… wild! I think the biblically accurate Tyrannosaurus Rex is in the circus tonight…” he says, with a straight face.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"What if it brings unwanted guests? That could easily become me I'f I see fit. Besides, why do you have these parties, I see a sort of depravity with these parties."
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
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“Do you speak of the early drafts of the Tyrannosaurus or the concept draft of the Angelic Theropod? The differences are quite drastic.” He too says this with a straight face, though admittedly it’s the only face he can make without features.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Angelic Therapod, managed to get one down here. Just for the show!” He cartwheels a bit closer.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Oh,” he grins. “I’m not too worried about unwanted guests.” He backflips, landing just outside the door. “Depravity? Not much down here isn’t depraved. And besides, it’s fun! Have you ever had fun, out of curiosity?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“An interesting feat. If they ever require a mate, I have a few herds or so wandering about the Hollow Material.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I’ll think about it! Hollow material? Is that the layer you preside over, mon petit dieu?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Yes, and please do not call me such. I am no longer a god, nor have I ever been small.” He looks back towards the entrance. “Do you mind giving me a tour, The Conferencier?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Fun? No, I have not had time for such meaningless feelings. love, fun, happiness and the like are just a waste of my time."
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!