#enodis

[opheliajupiter99]

//My Gid and Twigsy just arrived! So, I present to you, many a humorous picture, featuring;

- Gid being swarmed by my many clown dolls

- Gid and Kremy blackmail footage (again, sickness granting me the power of dirty jokes)

- The Cake Chad with his namesake

- Gid and Twigsy partaking in some 'fairy dust'

- Gid being snuck up on by my very own marketable plushie

[gideon-nathaniel-coal]

Gideon, Kremy seems to be having a bit of a Clown-zombie-situation, you should go check that out. He also seems to be having a oh-no-i-don’t-have-morality-situation, but that isn’t actively rotting in a tent.

I hope the forces at hand do not have me accidentally kill him though

[explosiv-glasses]

Enodi and his other (or past)

@opheliajupiter99

[twig-the-toad-licker]

*Enodi swings the door of Twig's tavern straight open, the door smacking loudly against the wall behind it. His skeletal smile and wide, yellowed eyes beam into the building, gaze quickly fixing on Twig, who was pouring freshly made stew into wooden bowls.*

"H-Hi friend!" *He says cheerfully, not bothering to wait for a response before approaching her.*

*Twig flinches at the sharp bang of the door as it hits the wall, nearly spilling the pot as she looks towards Enodi. Her eyes widen a bit; she felt a bit bad about feeling scared of him, to be honest, but she couldn't help it.*

"Oh....um...h-hi Enodi. You're supposed to stay in your tent, remember? I'll send you food soon, I promise you just have to-"

"Wait, what are you-"

[opheliajupiter99]

....Gascan holy fuck dude. This is just...I don't even know what to say. I'm pretty tired cause it's late, so I'm just like...reeling from this. Gascan, you're one of my best friends, I swear to god. Thank you so much.

Also the term 'brain rot' is very ironic in this particular instance lol.

So umm…. Yeah enodi on the mind thank you @opheliajupiter99 for the brain woerms :) (Cw rot and general body horror)

And a cut for the (half finished because I gotta go to sleep) peice because rot and blood and stuff in color ✨

(Lyrics are from Werewolf Gimmick by The Mountain Goats)

[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @stingslikeabee​ ​​​​​ ―         ( from here / accepting )

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics . (Addams AU please!)

★. ―

Yayoi was at the head of the pack, hands shoved into the pockets of her dark, torn jeans. She nudged open the old, questionable door with the toe of her boots and peered in. The shop specialized in antiques and oddities ( or so the aged, peeling signage advertised ) ; by the look of it, it was more of a warehouse than a proper store.

          At the feeling of hands against her back, Yayoi raised a brow. “You sure this is where you want to go?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. Another soft prod made the elder sister release the door and turn around. She immediately reached for the closest triplet and ensnared her as payback for the gentle shoving. Soteria squealed in surprise, giggling as Yayoi hauled her off of her feet altogether. 

          Yayoi was, by far, the strongest of the Addams’ children, and ( to her father’s delight ) the star of any wrestling team she joined. She wore the title of gym rat alongside Daigo proudly.  ―  this meant that she was also impossible to escape from. Yayoi gripping the fourteen - year - old Soteria was the equivalent of a fearsome bird of prey clutching an owlet in its talons.

          “Yes!” Enodie insisted. “We want to find a good present for Father. His birthday is in seven days.”

          “He’ll be 57,” Melinoe added.

          Edgar sighed airily. “  ―  one year closer to death. How lucky for him.”

          At once, three pairs of icy amber eyes snapped to the older brother. They narrowed simultaneously. Luckily for him, Edgar was too lost in day - dreaming about the promise of his own grave in the future to notice. Yayoi chuckled. She set her chin on Soteria’s head, drawing the girls’ focus to her. “Shush,” she chided, giving her captured sibling an affectionate squeeze. “Dad’s fine. C’mon  ―  let’s get your gift.” Yayoi set down Soteria and held open the door for Edgar and the girls. 

          Inside the store, there were piles of items with small white tags tied to them. The prices appeared to be handwritten, though there was no employee ( or real place to get service ) in sight. Only the hum of a few electronics that were plugged in to show they functioned and a bit of light orchestral music from an unseen crackling radio. Immediately, the girls started to search for what could possibly be worthy of their father. Yayoi shook her head at them fondly, hands on her hips.

          “Did you know Dad’s birthday was in a week?” Edgar asked quietly, scratching at the back of his neck.

          “Edgar Allan  ―  you did not forget  .    .    .  ” Yayoi answered incredulously, trailing off.

          Her brother cleared his throat hastily and absently straightened his tie. “Of course not,” he said rather promptly. He flashed her the sort of dazzling smile that his uncle claimed would get him out of trouble more often than not and stepped away. That he seemed suddenly very interested in browsing made his sister ( lovingly ) roll her eyes. It was hard to fault the girls for waiting : they were notoriously picky about selecting gifts but always seemed to come up with the best in the nick of time. Edgar simply liked to keep his head in the storm clouds too much.

          Yayoi cracked her knuckles and stretched. Her black hair, shorn off at her shoulders, was tucked behind her ears after. The witch yawned, revealing the stud in her tongue. Kids were definitely Hikari’s thing, not her’s. Yayoi knew that she was only this patient with her flock because they were related. 

          She chose to leave Edgar to his fate. It would be humorous to let him sweat for a bit ( who knew, he could discover something ). If he was unsuccessful, Yayoi would drop a few hints tonight about polishes and other items their father used for his guns. 

          “What did you find, ghostie?” Yayoi asked, tapping Enodie on the shoulder. The girls were huddled over something.

          They shuffled to the side of it to let Yayoi see. Between their six hands was clasped a significant painting. The frame it was in was dark wood and had a curious texture, as if there was sand or salt under the finish. Its subject was two creatures circling each other in what appeared to be deep water. They were reaching for a smaller entity, who was coiled up into a little ball at the center of the piece. 

          “Mermaids?” Yayoi ventured.

          Soteria pointed to the largest of the beings. “Merman,” she corrected. Her eyes were red. “It reminds us of a story we heard from another place once. This one  ―  ” She indicated the second of the adults, which appeared to be a beautiful mermaid with striking black and gold colors. “  ―  was a human.”

          “She was the most feared pirate captain on the seas,” Melinoe continued. “Her crew caught the merman in a net. Instead of butchering him, she saved him. Inevitably, they fell in love.”

          “The merman searched the ocean with her until they found a mermaid who could turn the pirate into a merperson. They were inseparable after that.” Enodie laid the tip of her finger on the child - like entity in the middle as she spoke. “Their family was numerous. The pirate and the merman taught all of their children to hunt any humans who came into their territory.”

          Yayoi leaned in closer to inspect the painting. “Y’know, these two look a lot like  ―  ”

          “Mother !! ” Melinoe gushed suddenly. The triplets set down the picture and flocked to the Addams matriarch, who had unexpectedly appeared in the shop with them. As always, the witch was a vision in her usual form - fitting black gown ; silver, onyx, and amethyst glimmered at her neck and fingers. She gathered the girls against her and kissed their hidden horns. They snuggled up to Melissa for a moment, practically cooing at the sight of their beloved mother. Melissa whispered compliments to them about their story in between the press of her lips.

          Yayoi crouched down to look at the painting. Lost in thought, she failed to notice the girls separating from Melissa. Their mother glided to her elder daughter’s side, fingers lowered to trail through Yayoi’s hair tenderly.

          “Hey, Mom,” the twin acknowledged.

          “What is it, my little black scorpion?” Melissa asked softly, using the familiar term reserved for her husband’s shadow. She allowed her hand to brush the back of Yayoi’s neck. It was uncharacteristically cold, and Melissa hummed appreciatively.

          “It just  ―  looks so much like you and Dad,” Yayoi said, voice somewhat distant. “Almost like  .    .    .  it could be you guys. Somewhere else.”

          Melissa smiled as she fixed Yayoi’s hoodie and brushed the wrinkles out of the fabric. These small, easy touches served a greater purpose : to remind the second raven of the family that she was not alone as their magic unfurled for her, like the rare, beckoning bloom of a corpse flower. 

          “I’ve thought about that,” Melissa mused. “Every so often, I dream of them : my other lives, whether they have ended or are just beginning in another place. Your grandmama has said the same. Sometimes, the magic overwhelms us in our deepest moments of rest, and we’re given glimpses of existences we should not see. I find them  .    .    .  comforting.”

          Yayoi glanced up at Melissa then. “You do?”

          The witch cupped her daughter’s chin with a hum. “I do,” she confirmed. “Your father and I always meet, no matter what iterations of our selves I see.” Melissa offered her arms to help Yayoi up, which the twin took. “Now, you four go fetch your brother. Your Uncle Edgar and the rest of your siblings are waiting with the car.”

           Yayoi nodded. She squeezed her mother’s forearm in silent gratitude, inhaled, and gestured for the girls to follow her. They fell in to step neatly, holding onto different portions of Yayoi’s shirt in solidarity with the witch. 

          Melissa watched them leave, the curve of her lips deepened. As they rounded a corner, she half - turned back to the painting. Her husband really was handsome in every iteration.

[opheliajupiter99]

Enodi: The Faceless Clown (Might get sad and Lovecrafty)

Enodi.

It wasn't the poor little bard's real name, of course. He'd forgotten a long, long time ago - instead, he made up a new one. He picked Enodi, not for any real good reason, simply because he thought it sounded funny.

It felt like 'funny' was what he was supposed to be. He could recall oh so very little, he had only the barest little traces of memory, floating about in the blank void that was his mind, and the little bits and pieces that the townsfolk recalled about him.

He sat upon the edge of the fountain in the center of town, just thinking, as he stared up at the sky. It was a routine thing for him, and on his foggy morning in particular, he was recalling what the townsfolk had told him, about the faithful day he first recalled...well, anything.

Apparently, he was a travelling bard, ever so long ago, entertaining crowds with jokes, and smiles, and songs, with a lute in one hand and a flute in the other. Then one day, when he stopped to perform in this very town, he joined a group of adventurers to take part in a quest on the outskirts of town.

The people of the town that witnessed him and the others said that they wondered why he did this, as he seemed woefully unprepared for combat. Some guessed that perhaps it was because the quest was -supposed- to be very simple, so perhaps he thought he wouldn't have to do anything too taxing.

Others still, however, think it had something to do with the young Wood Elf that was a part of the band of the adventurers. They seemed to know each other, and the woman looked remarkably like the young bard, the occupants of the tavern they visited thinking it likely they were siblings. Perhaps his dear sister had convinced him to accompany them on this quest?

Whatever the reason, they left later that day, and were found early the next morning on the outskirts. Or rather...what was left of the party was found.

The entire adventuring party, beyond Enodi, had been slaughtered, butchered beyond recognition like they were nothing more than sheep ravaged by a passing wolf. Those that stumbled upon the sight could never get the image of poor little Enodi, laughing madly as he sat in a sea of carnage and gore out of their nightmares.

Enodi was alive, but the healers of the little town were quite baffled. Not just because the rest of the party was dead, but because of the state the Wood Elf was in. Necrotic scarring and festering was all over a good chunk of his body, though oddly, it didn't seem to be spreading, staying in specific areas, as if those parts of his body were hit by some kind of spell.

The worst area of this was by far his face - or rather, where his face used to be. His face was not just mangled - it was gone. No nose, no eyelids, no lips, no cheeks, just rotten, festering flesh, teeth fully exposed into a macabre smile, and eyes wide and manic, a horrid yellow color rather than a natural white to his eyes.

No matter how hard the healers tried, they could not get the necrotic portions of his flesh to regrow. He was even sent off to a large healer facility in a neighboring town once, in the hopes they could do something, or at least ease it somewhat, but alas, that failed as well. He still had his ears, or at least most of them, and he had his hair, it was merely the front portion of his face that was gone. The only boon, if it could be called that, is that the man felt no pain, likely due to the nerves dying in those areas.

He also, of course, lost any and all memory of not just what happened that night, but his entire life. He couldn't recall his name, where he was born, what he'd done for a living, he couldn't even recall his dear sister, though perhaps given the circumstances that last part was for the best.

To this day, no one has a single idea what could've possibly happened that night. The quest was merely to investigate a man by the riverside, who had been acting very oddly lately. It was figured that at most they would have to drag him back to town kicking and screaming, if he had gotten dramatically worse, or at the least he would've been completely reasonable and gone back to town on his own.

There are hints as to what could've happened though. The horrid affliction placed upon Enodi could've only been done by a true master of dark arts, and the dramatic damage to Enodi's memory and sanity on top of that - as well as the quite worrying whispers the bard reported hearing on a near constant basis - have made the townsfolk worry deeply that it could've been an Illithid, or better known to the average person as a Mindflayer.

But of course, that merely raised more questions. If it -was- a Mindflayer, why in all nine hells was the man still alive? He'd been examined for a Mindflayer larvae behind his eye, just in case, and nothing was found, and beyond the necrosis and clear mental instability, he showed no signs of developing mutations.

The healers of the town's best guess is that a horrific curse was placed upon the party, and he had simply managed to survive the torturous affliction by some wild miracle of chance.

Enodi cared little for all that though. He quite loved his life, even if most people he interacted with were either terrified by him or disgusted by him, or some combination of both, or simply pitied him. As long as he could entertain people in some regard, he was fine. And besides, he had mask; a comedy/tragedy mask that was among the various things he was found with that night, as well as his lute and flute, which by some miracle he still remembered how to play.

The music was one of the only things he could remember, as well as his love for entertaining. So now, he performed, mostly in the town but sometimes would travel, doing clown acts, singing, and attempting to play his instruments. They sounded...unique, to put it politely, especially his flute, as playing a flute without lips didn't exactly produce the best sound, and the rot upon his hands made playing the lute rather awkward, but he loved playing them so very, very much.

As far as he was concerned, his life was perfect. Yes, he was rotten, yes, his friends and family were either dead or long since forgotten, yes, there was a constant flow of maddening whispers echoing through his head that made it quite difficult to sleep, but he was oh so very happy.

Was he overjoyed because he was insane? Oh, most certainly; but he was overjoyed, and that was much better than some could boast.

[opheliajupiter99]

(Enodi)

"Here! I h-have a cupcake, y-you can try that! It's s-strawberry!"

Torbek what’s your favorite type of cake?

You… have had cake right? Right?

. . . whaaatttsss caaakkkeee..??

[gideon-nathaniel-coal]

Gid. You havent posted in a while Gid. Not since the- clown post…

Gid did something happen??? Gid??? Did a clown die??? Or something???

Ouggghh... The clowns(hallucinations)..... They found meeeee....

Ooc// sorry I having been posting in a while, I have been a bit out of the loop on rp and I gotted sick

[explosiv-glasses]

for my friend @opheliajupiter99

anyway, angsty fanart of Enodi

enjoy!

[twig-the-toad-licker]

Going round to check up. How's the quarantine been treating you n' Pigtunia? Ya need anything?

-@gideon-nathaniel-coal

*Twig peeked only partially out from her front door to look at Gid, noticeably hiding the right side of her face from view. She looked tired and quite tense.*

"Um...n-not great. It's been...pretty bad, actually. Pigtunia's fine but...um..."

*She took a deep breath.*

"Kremy is...really, n-not doing good...and, I'm startin' to not feel so hot either. And um...Enodi l-left his tent, and came here and..."

*She frowned deeply.* "He wasn't...doing great either, so I m-made him go into one of t-they rooms upstairs...can um...y-you help? Please?"

"Kremy's been sick and... he's starting to see stuff - stuff that isn't real."

[opheliajupiter99]

*The elven clown giggled hysterically as she talked so gleefully and all over the place, brown eyes shimmering with glee; it was good his eyes were so expressive, as it was the only bit of his face that was visible.*

"Oh, it's so so SO nice to meet y-you Wensal! I'm Enodi, I'm a g-good clown, I try so very hard to be, y-yes!" *He held out his hand to shake hers in turn, and as their hands gripped each other, his hand was oddly soft, and there was a faint squelching noise.*

"Yes, t-there's so much fun to h-have! T-There's the Herris Wheel, and there's m-many stands, f-for games and f-food...games like r-ring toss, and others t-too...OH! And yes, yes I can perform for you! Songs, and dances, funny gags, yes, yes!" *He cackled, bouncing up and down in excitement at the idea of being able to entertain.*

*Upon wandering off, the little curly haired goblin would wander through the Carnivale, and eventually bump right into a somewhat short, dark-skinned elven figure, clad in a clown suit, the sleeves rolled up and tied around the waist similar to a robe, with white clown gloves and shoes. Initially he was facing away from the goblin, but upon being bumped into, he'd turn around, showing a comedy/tragedy mask covering his face, his yellowed brown eyes looking down towards them.*

"H-Heh, h-hello little o-one!"

(using angryhistory's art again, just so fabulous)

[Her curly hair bounced with her as she stared upwards towards the clowns masked visage. A grin spreading its way across her face.] “Well how do ya do! A clown in this neck of the woods is astoundi-“

[Her brown eyes barely caught the farther away sign that advertised the carnival, and with the glance a shimmer of a reminder gleamed over her eyes.] “Right right- this is a place that’ll likely have clowns! Still ain’t it amazing!! Pleasure to getta meet you, my names Wensal!” [If her bright demeanor wasn’t enough, the hand she stuck out in a handshake swayed from side to side jumping with her joy.]

“Now I know it’s rude to call people by not their names! Less yer friends like An’! Soooo- what’s yer name? I’d love to know an oh right! Do you anything here at the carnival? Like tricks or treats or-“ [her mouth was running a mile a minute, glancing around ever so often at both the surrounds and the elven clown Infront of her.]

[sword-n-moss-companions]

[After her meeting with Enodi as she wandered the grounds, There was..a shift in an indescribable way to the very area around Wensal. The very magic that filled the world shifted, swirling invisible masses of magic causing her to double over in a wince.]

“Oh gods not now!” [She huffed with a heavy breath, shuffling her way towards a more secluded corner of the carnival. Groaning breath as sparks burst forth from her palms, the heat burning the flesh as she balled them up. Hushed chanting escaping her, trying to quell the magic.]

[dojimakaichou]

Many would argue that it was not the queen's place to brush and style her children's hair - there were handmaidens, servants and other caretakers for that - but Melissa insisted. Besides, with the mixed royal line, personal care for many of the Solarian's heirs was something that full-bloodied humans still navigated with care.

On that particular afternoon, the queen had been braiding the long, dark hair of her youngest girls - the three of them wanted it done exactly like their mother, and the way they sat quietly and obediently while Melissa did one after the other was very endearing (to their mother, perhaps; servants from the palace would be creeped out by how eerily still they could be).

Once they were out, the monarch sighed with affection at the sight of her darlings looking so pleased and satisfied with such a simple gesture - just in time for the king to enter the royal chambers instead. Daigo found his personal treasure in that quiet contemplation, looking fondly at nothing - a state that his own magical presence disrupted, causing Melissa to look up at him in seconds.

"Their birthday is coming up, my love. Would you happen to have enough gemstones for new crowns? I was thinking about having copies of mine forged for them since they like to imitate the way I dress," the queen smiled and got up from the bed, parking herself close to her husband, "They were such precious babies when they were born and now look at them - it does make me feel old."

★. ―

Daigo lifted his hand and idly scratched his claws across the purple scales on his forearm. He rolled his head leisurely. Ahead of him was the door to the royal master bedroom, where his beloved wife's scent issued from.

— but it wasn't just her smell. The dragon narrowed his eyes as he drew closer and inhaled deeply. At the realization of what had momentarily confused him, he chuckled. Solaris' littlest princesses shared their mother's scent, and it was difficult to distinguish the four apart from each other when they were all together.

Daigo's hunch was confirmed by the sudden appearance of his daughters. Enodie, Soteria, and Melinoe, in pristine peach - colored dresses, slipped through the door. Their hands were clasped together. All at once, they saw their father, and the energy in the room changed.

There was no need for secrets when it was only him. He knew them in a way that no other living being did, loved them fiercely for their uniqueness, and the trio of thirteen - year - olds always appreciated the quiet minutes with him. Enodie untangled her fingers from her sisters' and held up her braid. Daigo growled softly, gemstone eyes sparkling in the candlelight. His wife's work, no doubt.

Soteria crept closer. Every step was eerily precise. In front of her father, she opened her mouth. Inside were two rows of pointed, pearl - like teeth. These were thin and smooth, unlike the wide and serrated ones most dragons usually boasted.

Usually. Daigo leaned down, hands to his knees, and grinned. His own fearsome teeth flashed behind his lips. Usual did not apply to their girls. Soteria responded to his advance by throwing her arms around his neck — and suddenly her sisters were there doing the same. Daigo wrapped them up in a hug without complaint. He could feel their singular heart beating through their thin skin. They were delicate and sweet, practically dolls, but the dragon that had raised them knew better than to fall into such a trap.

Daigo nosed into Melinoe's cheek and huffed out hot air. She was cold to him ( as they all were ), and the contrast forced out another musical laugh. Enodie snuggled in closer. In between their murmurs of affection, Daigo's sensitive ears caught the whispers of something more. This was not a language anyone still spoke, and he had not heard it since he was newly - hatched.

You take good care of Mother, it said. The girls sighed adoringly.

Daigo grumbled appreciatively. "So do you three," he whispered, voice harshened by his use of a forgotten strain of Draconic.

His daughters held him tighter. They remained fixed to him until Daigo straightened his back. That motion seemed to dismiss the princesses. Soteria smiled, flat teeth glimmering. The dragon huffed at the girls as they left.

Inside of the bedroom he shared with his wife sat Daigo's greatest treasure. The old thing reached for her when she stood. He kissed the top of her hair and brought her into his side, where he trusted she would remain warm and safe. Having her there relaxed the beast. Daigo parted his lips to draw in her scent greedily. Their princesses had crafted a smell that was close to their mother's, but it was not perfect. Melissa had a tinge of the wild to her : of dragons' lairs and clear streams and bee hives and exotic flowers.

Daigo drew back from his wife ever so slightly. He used the side of his fingers to turn her head up. In her eyes, he could see a dark sparkle ; there was other magic possessing her. The girls — Daigo recognized their influence at once, but he did not try to draw it out of Melissa. They were desperate little abominations in need of a home, and the Queen of Solaris adored them. Whether or not they began as eggs in her stomach was a point that Daigo did not mind being blurred.

"They were . . . very small," the dragon said, dragging his claw tenderly across Melissa's cheek. "Look at how strong they have become, eraesthyr. I am proud of them."

Melissa laughed. "Mm, they are still small," she teased, resting a hand on his chest. "I do not mind, though — you have a tendency to produce giants, my love. Our sons, in particular. It would be nice to have a few of our children who I can look in the eye."

Daigo's lips peeled back with an amused hiss. Melissa smiled at the breathy noise and patted his breast. That reminded the dragon of her opening inquiry, and he nodded. "I have enough stones for their crowns," he finally replied. "Whatever you need, I will find. For their . . . hatching day."

He could remember quite vividly holding the squalling, leathery psuedo - dragon hatchlings in his arms the first day they were here. They were a mess, crying in the makeshift nest of clothing and stolen hay that he had made them while he looked for his wife. For Melissa, however, those memories did not exist — at least, not today. As far as his Queen was concerned, she had hatched them in the unusual way that human women brought their young into the world. One after another, strangely silent and charming daughters, inevitably swaddled and deposited into their exhausted mother's arms.

Daigo sighed and kissed Melissa's forehead. It didn't matter, did it ?? Their girls were loved regardless of their origin, and he was sure they would look adorable in the gifts that their mother proposed.

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[opheliajupiter99]

*Outside of the tent, people had either ran off entirely or were clustered into petrified groups off to the side. The area near the center of the Carnivale was empty, due to everyone fleeing, say for one, single person.*

*Stood there was a somewhat short, elven clown, of dark skin, long black hair, and face completely hidden by a comedy/tragedy mask. Honestly, while he carried the usual default clown creepiness, it was hard to see what was so scary about him - that is, until one noticed his hand.*

*His left hand still bore his puffy white clown glove, but his right hand had lost its glove, revealing something truly horrific. His hand was completely necrotic, to the point it was almost skeletal, his skin and flesh completely blackened and softened with rot.*

*Before Kremy had emerged, the lone clown had wandered into the Carnivale, and a child, assuming he worked there, began to engage with him, which was going well until the clown had held out a balloon animal to the child, and in the process of taking it, accidentally took his glove with it.*

*The clown looked between the frightened patrons.* "I-I'm sorry! I'm a g-good clown, I p-promise! P-Please!" *His voice was raspy and ragged, like the voice of a man on his death bed.*

(Using the art angryhistoryperson made for me cause he looks absolutely fabulous in this art)

*Things were finally starting to calm down around the Carnivale. Magnolia had gotten nice and settled in, Cinnamon was a bit of a rascal but adjusting well as well, and Kremy had even started to adjust to being a father, against all odds.*

*Business was going smoothly as well, things certainly safer the second go around for the Carnivale, Kremy trying to leave the reckless past of the Carnivale behind with this new phase of it.*

*It was a normal day, just getting out of the morning and the full wave of patrons beginning to roll in. While busy in his fancy ringleader tent, Magnolia off playing with the other found family children, the peaceful silence was sharply cut by a fearful shriek.*

"What's wrong with him?!" *He could hear a patron scream in terror, followed by the blur of several people running past the partially open flap of Kremy's tent.*

*Kremy had been signing off documents (or trying to, at least) for the carnival when he heard the screaming, flinching enough to mess up his signature on the last paper.*

*He muttered curses under his breath, standing up from his chair and moving to exit his tent.*

Alright people, calm down. What’s goin’ on?