Revision as of 00:25, 19 May 2017

Participants

• Angus
• Cirra
• Cirrus
• Fenris
• Flora
• Lyas
• Russell
• Scint

Date

18/5/480

Log

The big tiger saunters across the square, weaving through the crowd of curious beings and stopping just a moment in front of the tent. "Color me curious," he says, tilting his head and folding his arms, looking between the two statues, "Anyone home?" The big feline has never been one to wait around outside of mysterious places, and ducks under the halberds without waiting for an answer. Anyone setting up camp in the middle of Saints' Square must expect people to come in, right? Fenris has never been burned by his curiosity before, after all.

Never.

Cirra is present, though she only has the oilskin coat and her creator wetsuit, but she has a bag of medicine and several nearly complete kevinoscopes, though the latter aren't visible on her. She looks around trying to figure out what the tend is for. She's not much of a frontline fighter, but she'll be damned if she lets herself and others get hurt.

Having been enjoying the atmosphere fo the fair, a well-groomed hyena woman garbed in a fine Captain's coat carouses through. Scint's better eye catches sight of the prominant tent, and she swaggers nearer, her smile crinkling the hanging scar over her worse eye, "Huh... this mae be fine t'see." Hear ears flick, the docked one's single hoop all alone while the other's threesome jangle audibly. Flicking a glance to the tiger when he comments about coloring himself curious, she responds, "So long as t'color t'ain't red, right, sirrah?" The corner of her lips coiling into a smirk.

Lyas wanders into Saints' Square yawning, drawn by the hum of activity. The tabby cat meanders for a while, picking up a pair of leather gloves and a small, stoppered vial - neither of them from the vendors on the street. The folk milling about here would do well to watch their pockets. He stops his kleptomaniac spree early, though, when the tent's statue-guards catch his attention. Tail flicking, grinning broadly, the cat tucks his thumbs into his belt and comes up behind the boar-masked one. Experimentally, he puts a foot against the figure's calf muscle and leans his weight against it, testing its balance. He nods cheerfully to the nearby hyena woman as he does so. If the statue falls and smashes, well, it won't be the first time he's had to make a quick exit from the Square.

An Arctic Fox stands in a small group of people some distance from the curious tent. His eyes fix on it and Russell ponders just what it was set up there for. Statues guarding a fabric building didn't really make too much sense to the vulpine, and his ear cocks to one side as he watches Cirra and then Fenris go over to the tent

Fenris' curiousity makes Russell's other ear drop, and he slows his walk to a stop before crossing his arms to watch precisely what's about to happen.

His eyes lock on Cirra and a Hyena he didn't know offhand then. "Jeeze the whole town's over here then...."

Lyas' apperent attempt to push the statue over makes Russ growl a little in annoyance. "Really?.... REALLY??" The fox bemoans to himself, idly hoping the statue rocks at an odd angle if it tips and breaks the vandal's ankle or something in the process.

Angus steps through Saints square, his nose buried in a little black book in his hands for a moment until he accidently knocks into another patron. The fox looks up, blinking a moment before putting it away and looking around. That's when the tent catches his eyes. He cocks his head to the side curiously, putting his hands in his pockets when he notices Lyas messing with a statue, smirking a little as he starts to move closer to the tent. The fox was garbed in his usual attire, his outfit plain and made of canvas with his rapier at his hip, the coloring on it a muted tone as he inspects the statues for a moment.

"Please don't destroy my statues," sounds a voice from inside the tent, as the statue Lyas is trying to push over moves its arm to swat him away. Meanwhile, both masked statues move their halberds out of the way, allowing the gathered beings to enter the tent.

"Enter, seven of you" is all the voice offers.

Still, Fenris can't exactly see much, with the flaps of the tent blocking the inside from sight.

The tent is larger on the inside, and within sits a masked being, a being eerily similar to Mione, although his visage is hidden by a mask, and there are some subtle differences.

Before him, a large table, with an astonishingly detailed miniature of Firmament, with various miniatures resembling beings in great detail, set about the place...

Fenris is never one to turn down an invitation and slips gladly into the tent. "I am one of the seven, right?" he asks with a smile, "Hello, Mio- oh. I am sorry, I thought you were someone I knew." The big tiger looks around the tent, then thoughtfully at the miniature, then even more thoughtfully at the masked rabbit. A single, vividly green, ? appears just under his left eye.

Cirra looks wary as she enters. She is at first impressed by the model, but then that quickly turns to a bit of frustration as she notices her beloved company completely absent from the model, as well as several landmarks she is used to. She scrawls on her slate. [What era is this model of?]

Cocking a brow at the cat's antics with a non-plussed response, Scint is about to say something when the voice sounds, and she looks. When the limited number are invited in, her swaggersome gait carries her confidently into the tent's interior to... quite teh intriguing sight. Her dark lips purse, and she looks over the miniatures and more, squinting a bit after the shift of lighting form outside the tent to in, and her scarred eye widen a bit more. She says, "It's smaller on th'outside. Huh."

Darting away on instinct, rather than thought, Lyas looks askance at the suddenly-lively statue. The voice's polite request only makes the cat's grin spread, as he creeps close to the boar statue once more. Moving statues don't faze the tabby - but as he glances around behind him, he finds something that does. Here comes Angus. Blanching, the cat stops his attempted vandalism and whisks through the tent-flap. The dimensions within stop him short for a moment, before he recovers some of his swagger and saunters up behind Fenris. "What's with the masks?" He asks from behind the tiger, shaking his head. "I'd reckon they were all just ugly, but who carves an ugly statue?" Flicking his gaze to the rat ahead of them, he raises an eyebrow, hunting in his belt-pouch for a bribe. "I'll give you... this nice pair a' gloves to take your mask off. Never worn, too, leastways not by me," he suggests teasingly. Easy come, easy go: a pair of pilfered gloves seems a fair bribe to make the figure unmask itself.

The statue MOVES. Russell hops back a foot and lowers his ears in suprise. The vulpine watches the statues aside from the entrances and then several beings being ushered inside. He paces about and looks rather unnerved, seeing Fenris and then Cirra enter. He sighs, "I should just stay out in the bloody woods where I belong." And slowly pads twoard the entrance of the tent.

Upon seeing Lyas enter, the fox then stuffs his purse into his pants proper, he'd hate to get pickpocketed, and didn't feel like having skin anything else that day besides. Entering the tent itself makes him stop dead however,

"I've made a huge mistake....."

Angus perks his ears up as the statue moves, his hand already going for his blade as he stops himself. As others step into the tent, so does he. The table gets inspected, stepping up to it to pick up one of the figures to eye it before he turns his attention to the masked figure and waits for an explanation.

Cirrus doesn't quite show as much restraint as Angus, her long claymore at drawn and at her side within a few seconds. The steel glints in the bright light of the sun, the snow leopard stalking behind the fox and into the tent. In the same vein, Cirrus is less tactful than Fenris, peering at the masked figure with a raised eyebrow. Having a larger interior than exterior was usually the sign of a spirit of a sort, or, at least, some kind of magic being worked. "Who're you? What're you doing here?"

"Besides the fact that those are stolen... Even if I wanted them, I would not take the masks off... Though if you prefer," the being offers, pulling another mask from his coat, and producing another... One in the shape of Lyas's face. A quick swap of the mask, and another copy of Lyas stands before the group, gesturing at the table. "Now, if it pleases... Have a seat," the now-cat offers, smiling visibly from under that mask.

Angus is holding a figurine of a red-tailed hawk, wearing robes befitting a noble, and carrying a sword at her hip.

"And to answer your question, miss Cirra, allow me to describe the scene..."

The being pauses, before swapping his masks back, and taking the guise of not-Mione...

"King Great has died during an assault on the Shades, the mysterious threat surrounding Fairlanding. Even with the ongoing war with the Shades, a storm is brewing in the country, as the King has no successor of proper age and ability. His chosen daughter is far too young to ascend the throne, especially during wartime. Queen Great, insisting on her regency, is opposed by the other members of House Great, deeming that a fullblood Great should rule Fairlanding. Of course, whom that should be is something heavily debated."

"Meanwhile, members of House Brightfeather, hawks present at every level of the military, are riling up the people, insisting that with the fall of the greatest of House Great, only THEY can keep Fairlanding safe now. Similarly, it is not unthinkable that the disgraced house Sleekfur, full of minks and otters, are planning their own moves, to seize the country like they tried well over forty years ago..."

"This is is the time where kingdoms fall and empires are born, the time where the poorest being may amass the greatest riches, or the richest being may find themselves reduced to a vagrant... And this, is the backdrop of today's... Scene."

The bemasked being pauses and smiles, as he rests back in his seat. "I am referred to by many names. The Masked one. They of Many Faces. The Actor. But you may call me... The Player."

The mark vanishes from Fenris's face as he comes to some conclusion internally. The tiger grins at the. . . Player, changes his face and form. "That is a good trick," he says, taking an offered seat and looking carefully over the table. The tiger reaches for a piece of his own. "So, what do we do?" he asks, intrigued.

Cirra blinks as she looks for a piece that she feels will represent her character, but she's intrigued. What kind of game is this. She nods a bit, taking a seat and waiting for instructions. of course, she's limited to hand gestures and her slate for communication.

Eyeing the board after listening to the orated setup, Scint slides down into a seat herself, flicking back the tails of her coat to spread bettter and unbuttoning a couple of the lower buttons, "Aye... this be a game of stories., I see. Like those we sometimes conjure by word when bored at sea, but these figures and more.. much more elaborate!" She can't help but grin a bit, the idea of roleplay tickling her fancy as she ferrets her gaze for a miniature of a pirately nature, if any.

Lyas sidles away from Angus as the fox enters, finding himself near Russell. The cat glances down, smirking, seeing where the other Being has chosen to conceal his purse. "I'd find a better place for that, were I you," he grins, jerking a thumb at the bulge. "Just now it looks that you're tryin' to impress the lasses, only you've done a poor job of it." Prowling around to the edge of the tent, he stares openly as their mysterious host swaps masks, becoming a perfect copy of the cat himself. One ear flicking uncertainly, the cat nevertheless shrugs carelessly. "Not sure this lot'll be able to deal with more'n one a' me," he drawls with confidence. "But if you've any of those masks to spare..." He sits at the Being's suggestion, but doesn't seem to follow the explanation of the scene before them, eyeing the other Beings assembled here instead. He asks only one question - "Do we win anything in this game a' yours?"

Russell blinks at the man who's masks seem to change his entire appearance. The fact it's apperently some sort of game is lost on him;Russell doesn't have money for playing cards, let alone anything this fancy. His only time seen city miniatures like this was in battle-planning in his younger years. "W-What?... that doesn't even make sense... Not to mention speaking of his Highness being dead, even hypothetically, is probably sedition..."

Lyas gets a glare, before the fox keeps his eye on the cat while he backs up more with tail and ears lowered some. "Anyone who makes a scale model of a whole city is planning to renovate, either by shovel or cannon... I'm going to get my stuff out of the Inn before someone levels it, thanks."