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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:04 am
 Venezia led the Cursed towards his much beloved Carnival. All the possible risks seemed null and void at this point as the potential greatness that awaited outweighed it all. Outcasts. That is what the Carnival was primarily made up of. Pockettu society deemed weird enough to not tolerate in every day life but allowed for entertainment purposes. In his depression, Venezia thought that his fellow carnies and himself were not that far off from the Cursed. They were outcasts or so he was beginning to see. Accepted only by their own kind. Even then there was turmoil among their ranks. Much like the other Gods and himself. So why must they hate? Why can't they entertain? Entertain all for the greater good? For laughter. For joy. For sorrow. For fear. For drama. For smiles. Twisted, wicked, maniacal smiles. A cackle escaped his lips as the God stopped before the gates. "Welcome to the show... Please step up... You're the first to fall~!" He outspread his arms in greeting before flinging a few daggers in Terror's direction. HP: 40
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SpaceDadDisapproves rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:09 am
 Terror had been chasing the demented god ever since the other had dared to pat his head like a dog. Not once, but TWICE. The grandchild of the General Morgana was most unamused by that invasion of his space, especially by one of THEM. So, blinded by his rage, he gave chase, hissing and snarling various curses at the god. How he wished he'd inherited his grandmother's floating ability or at least two usable wings. He was at a distinct disadvantage against the god that hovered before him. So intent was he on hurting Venezia, that he didn't see the thrown daggers until it was too late. With a startled hiss, he attempts to leap to the side, out of the way. He was not entirely successful, taking a rather bad slash to one arm. Growling, he gets back up to his feet and charges the god once more, attempting to stab Venezia with the tentacles growing from his back. HP: 17/20
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acyfaust rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:17 am
"My my..~" Venezia's voice trailed off almost purposely as he watched the Cursed snarl in rage. "What a rabid little dog you are~!" He clasped his sleeved hands together, bringing them up to cover his lips to muffle a snicker or two. A float to the left and Venezia managed to avoid a fatal blow to the midsection. The tentacle still hit his leg though.
If they could look past their hatred just imagine what attractions could be held within the Carnival. Pockettu would come far and wide to see such a rabid dog on display. They would learn to slowly accept the Cursed. Just like at one time carnies were feared due to their differences. Pockettu would learn to accept what they cannot fathom.
And this is what drove Venezia to fling more daggers at Terror. He would make them all see that the Cursed are just like them. Misunderstood. Outcasted. Mocked. Forgotten.
HP: 40 - 2 = 38
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:22 am
Terror growls as the other dodged most of his attack. He flashes a sharp-toothed snarl, realizing he was much too close to dodge much of Venezia's next attack either. He took most of that hit as well, to his leg.
"This one is NOT a dog!" he snarls out, getting slowly back to his feet yet again.
Shrugging the pain off as best he could due to sheer stubbornness, he makes himself leap at Venezia, attempting now to bite the god with those super sharp teeth of his, anywhere that he could land a hit, really.
HP: 14/20
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acyfaust rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:28 am
"Oh but you are..~ If only you can see that." Venezia's eyes flashed with a malicious intent. "You are caged like the rest of us." A few more snickers escaped the Carnival God's lips. It would not be for naught. This whole endeavor. They will see. The suffering must end.
Venezia felt a tug on his sleeve and frowned deeply behind the mask. This Cursed declared not to be a dog and yet here he was growling, snarling, and biting like one. It amused Venezia to no end and soon the smile returned, hand raised and down a dagger went, aiming to stab him in the skull.
"I can set you free. We will all be free."
HP:: 38- 1 = 37
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SpaceDadDisapproves rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:33 am
Terror thankfully saw the dagger aimed towards his head and released his grip on Venezia's sleeve, earning a glancing cut across the single feathered wing on his head. He shrieks a bit. That HURT. A few tiny feathers floated away with a bit of blood on them. He scowls at Venezia, then backs up a bit, growling once more.
"This one does not think you know what you are saying. This one thinks you are insane." he snaps out, backing up even more.
Looking around quickly, he picks up some rocks with his tentacles and throws them at Venezia, knowing they probably wouldn't do much damage, but it was better than being that close and getting stabbed again.
HP: 13/20
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acyfaust rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:39 am
Venezia probably was insane. Always was and always will be. He thought outside of the box and far down the stream. The most ridiculous of Gods, insane was the best word to describe him. Being called insane though? It made him laugh.
"Hehehehe... I know exactly what I am saying. We will be free. Free to entertain the world and let them know we are all the same~"
A sleeved arm was raised and the rocks simply dropped to the floor with ease. No real harm done.
Slowly he approached the Cursed. "We all laugh. We all cry and weep. Sing songs and dance~! Oh how we do all these things. We all breathe the same air." Venezia tilted his head. "How can I make you understand? Must I show you?"
A flick of the wrist sent a dagger flying towards Terror. "Yes, it seems I must." Another dagger followed suit.
HP: 37 - 1 = 36
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:44 am
Terror shakes his head at Venezia's ramblings. The same? They were not the same at all. He was raised by his mother and grandmother to be a weapon, to fight, and serve the Cursed as a whole. He knew nothing of singing and dancing or of what it was to be happy. He thinks now his grandmother was insane herself to align with this god. He might even tell her so to her face the next time he saw her.
"This one says that this one is nothing like you and the others of your ilk. This one will show you that." He snarls at the god before him.
He blinks, barely managing to dodge the two daggers thrown at him this time, taking another small injury, this one to his already injured arm. He growls, then, snatching the two daggers up with his tentacles, attempts to throw them with some force at the crazy god before him.
HP: 12/20
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acyfaust rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:48 am
It was a pity really. The Cursed was so brainwashed that it could not see their similarities. Venezia let himself fall victim to thought and didn't realize when the Cursed used his own daggers against him. Soon the two daggers drove their way into his hand which covered his chin in thought. Wincing, Venezia cast a glare Terror's way.
"Hehehehe... seems the little rabid dog has some bite.", Quickly the God pulled the daggers out of his hand and with the uninjured hand flung them right back.
HP: 36- 4 = 32
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:51 am
Terror was obviously not fairing as well as he'd hoped. He grunts as he took most of the return attack again, sheer stubbornness keeping him on his feet. He glares at Venezia once again, and again, picks up the daggers, this time in his hands, and forces himself into a charge at the god, intending on trying to impale Venezia with his own tools once more.
HP: 9/20
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acyfaust rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:55 am
Venezia moved to get out of the way but perhaps was too overconfident in the beginning and felt the daggers dig into his arm. Lucky for him it was the arm with the damaged hand so he still had one good one left. A hiss and the God gripped onto the daggers and pulled them from his flesh. "Not bad...~! Let's try another game."
Tossing the daggers to the side, Venezia flicks his good wrist and out of thin air appeared a bowling pin which he swung like a club in hopes to connect with Terror's face.
HP: 32 - 4 = 28
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 11:00 am
Terror had thought the daggers had hurt before, right? He'd been wrong. Taking a bowling pin full against the face? That hurt so much more. He shrieks and stumbles back a few steps, ending up on his a** on the ground, dazed and confused. And in pain. Did he mention that already? He fought to try to stay awake, but in the end, that last very strong blow to the face was too much and he falls over flat on his back, unconscious and at Venezia's mercy.
HP: 5/20
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 11:03 am
Venezia watched as the Cursed fell into the world of the unconscious. A frown played at his lips before he laughed. "Hehehehe... my my you're done playing already?"
He tossed the pin up in the air, letting it spin before catching it. "Looks like we will begin to show them all together." He leaned down and plucked the Cursed from the ground before opening the gates and entered the Carnival.
Oh... what terrors waited the world of Pockettu?
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