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 Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 2:54 pm
 In the early hours of the morning, before dawn came to claim the day, Venezia ventured out of the carnival. His footsteps light and quick, careful not to stir any of his followers that slept. As he approached the gates he vanished and appeared on the other side of them. For a few moments he stood there and gazed at the once prized possession that was his. The Carnival. A place of joy and laughter. A place where it was okay to be yourself or someone else. A place with dark history.
His eyes turned away as he moved away from the gate and out into the night. The cold air sent a shiver down his spine. But the God needed to get away. To get away from everything. Despite the facade he mused, the truth was Venezia was miserable. He had made mistakes. He had abandoned his duties. He had his heart broken. He had others constantly question him. And he was confused.
Sekan was trying so hard to make him smile and laugh. For a time it worked... but that soon faded. The laughter was forced, hollow, and not at all hearty as Venezia knew it should be. There was a million nagging questions in the back of his mind and if he dared to speak them... any of them.. he feared what would happen. He tried to figure things out on his own but they simply opened up more questions and he was tired of trying to find answers. The pandora's box refused to close and frankly, Venezia felt like he was losing his mind.
He tried so hard to go along with Sekan's schemes. He tried so hard to smile for his daughter. Yet Italia was another problem... one that reminded him of one of his failures. It was hard to look at her. He loved her dearly yet it pained him, not so much for the sorrow he felt, but for her. At least she had the hellhound she so proudly called hers. The thought made him chuckled a bit, a small token of light in a dark period.
Yet the nagging questions, the doubts, the sorrow, and the anger all weighed on the God. What exactly was he to do? How could he make people see? To understand? To make amends? Silence.
It had been some time since Venezia had left and he was unaware of where his feet brought him in his wanderings. Breaking away from his train of thought he found himself in unfamiliar land and felt a feeling of dread overwhelm him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:06 pm
 The Martyr knew all too well of the suffering various Gods currently faced. While some hid away and foolishly tried to recover from their loss, others mulled over the events. Such sweet sadness must be nurtured. Martyr did her research by observation. She lurked from afar and listened closely to the talk of the towns, villages and cities. The closer she got to the Carnival, the sweeter the misery she heard. Heartbreak? Remorse? A loss of direction? Perfection.
The night had risen and it was in the cover of the dark sky the Martyr approached the Carnival. Fortunately for her, she did not need to fly into the Carnival God's territory to find her prey. Venezia had foolishly left the safety of his land and was far into the reaches of Cursed influence. She grew a tad curious as to what brought the god this far out but the curiosity grew morbid in nature.
"Good evening, trickster." She hissed soothingly. "Care to dance with the devil?" Martyr landed before Venezia and gave no pause as she struck the jester square in the jaw.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:18 pm
A gust of wind rushed over Venezia as his gaze went upwards towards the sky. There he saw Martyr and the feeling of dread sunk deep into his bones. It wasn't something he could shake like when he was around Morgana during the first war or when visiting Terror. The feeling was much stronger and honestly Venezia would have vanished in a heartbeat if he could muster the smarts to not stand there like a deer in the headlights. The Carnival God had never saw one of the Cursed Gods before. He was slightly in awe yet extremely disturbed. What could have made such a magnificent creature turn against everyone?
And then she spoke. Her words dripped like venom and soon a fist rushed towards his face. Snapping out of his trance, Venezia moved back quickly enough to dodge the attack. "Missed me~" He teased, trying to hide the fact he was completely caught off guard. "May I ask your name before we get too far into our little tango..~?"
Venezia pulled a dagger from thin air and clutched it tightly. There was no response from the Martyr, just another slug which glanced his shoulder as he dodged out of the way. "Oh? Hehehe, no answer then? I see how it is. A exchange of fists to do the talking for us? I do hope a blade shall do." He tilted his head before moving in closer to the dragon-like Goddess and went to strike.
HP: 40 - 1 = 39
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:43 pm
The Martyr did not respond when questions were asked. Let him not know the name of his assailant until the bitter sweet end. Her eyes narrowed as the God spoke and she grew bored of his constant blabbering. A jester who talked. How original. Just when she went to punch him again her fist was met with the blade of the dagger, sinking into her skin. She growled and quickly removed the intruding object and turned it against its owner. "You're a long way from home. Did you feel the lure? The compelling force that drove you here? Come join us, trickster. Join me or suffer the consequences."
HP: 40 - 4 = 36
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:47 pm
"What are you rambling about?" Venezia blinked and caught her wrist. "Not paying attention lead me here~ A simple mistake! And join them and you? I don't even know who you are!" The God shook his head and sighed. "May I have that back? Hehehe, it's not yours~"
He plucked the dagger from her fingers and quickly let go of her wrist to stab it with the blade. "If you give me your name then I'll be more willing to hear you out."
HP: 39 - 1 = 38
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:51 pm
The Martyr managed to move her arm out of the way and raised her leg to kick the jester back away from her. "You're touched in the head but not in the way others think. Listen now or not, these words will ring in your skull. You aren't like them. They've caused you so much misfortune... I see the suffering in your eyes. The sadness... Join me and you shall have your revenge..."
HP: 36 - 1 = 35
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:57 pm
Venezia froze and stumbled back a bit from the kick. "Who are you to speak of what I'm feeling?" He waved a sleeved hand dismissively. "I am perfect capable of dealing with my own issues on my own." A sigh eventually escaped from behind his mask. "You must be a scorn woman for knowing my sadness. Maybe a little nap will help you?" He teased again but flicked the dagger like a dart at a target.
HP: 38 - 1 = 37
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:04 pm
A nap? Hah, she wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon. There was too much work to plan and too many to make suffer. "Perhaps I do. Maybe I don't, jester... Still it is written all over your face the sorrows that plague you." She hissed. The dagger hit the platted portion of her arm and bounced off. "If you simply take a moment to see the bigger picture... They will never care for you the way you wish them to. They will all leave in a matter of time. Flock towards the others who oppose you, who cannot see you in a brilliant light. All because you see different than them..."
As she spoke the Martyr moved in closer to Venezia. When she was in close enough she grabbed the God's sleeve and slammed him onto the ground.
HP: 35 - 2 = 33
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:09 pm
Down Venezia went, his back hitting the ground hard. For a moment he thought the wind had left his lungs but he found himself able to move quickly to roll out of Martyr's grip. His gaze lingered on Martyr for a few moments. Her words did linger and they stung more than her attacks. It was almost as if she knew every button to press to cause the God to doubt more and more.
"...I will correct my failures. Just because I fall does not mean I do not bounce back up!" He rose to his feet and tossed three daggers at the dragon's wings.
HP: 37 - 2 = 35
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:38 pm
The daggers hit home in Martyr's wings and she roared loudly. Not so much in pain but in fury. Her wings were a part of her pride. She snarled and tore the blades from the fleshy membrane, striking the God back with the three of them in her hand. "How very showing of you. One day you will see what I mean! When that day comes not even I will accept you. You'll be all alone."
HP: 33 - 4 = 29
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:45 pm
"No... No. You're wrong. You're only talking about yourself. Even if they all leave, I will always have the Carnival." Venezia replied. He could never imagine every carney leaving him. There were a few who's loyalty ran so deep it was heartwarming. A few could vanish at any time and chances are they were ones who never sought Venezia out for a chat. He couldn't stop them, it wasn't his style to beg and plead for an audience, or in this case, carnies to stay. "And if it falls to rust, I shall build it anew. Brighter and more glorious than ever!" The words seemed... odd on his lips. Did he really believe and worry over such silly things all along? No. They were not silly at all. Some were very grave matters. He still had to apologize yet he couldn't understand why. To save face? It really mattered not when he thought about it... There would always be someone who didn't agree. He caught her wrist again and this time gave it a twist. "Really... Those are mine not yours~"
HP: 35 - 1 = 34
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:46 pm
[whoopsy forgot to roll. Silly Venezia <3]
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:51 pm
The Martyr winced at the twist. "I was giving them back in kind, jester." She hissed under her breath and leaned forwards, headbutting him. "You will have nothing when this is all said and done. Nothing but the shell of what you once were." This was growing to be a problem. Could the Carnival God really muster more power than her? Perhaps she underestimated his sorrow. Was he not even suffering from it? He seemed so lost, abandoned and ripe for the picking when she had first caught glance of him. Perhaps he needed to be completely shattered before giving in. She knew the taint was already seeping its way into his being. Each passing moment he spent with any Cursed, including herself, was like a ticking time bomb. The more exposure the better. The quicker he broke, the sooner he'd succumb to the voices that told him of a better life.
HP: 29 - 2 = 27
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:56 pm
Clunk! Venezia felt his vision swim from the force Martyr put behind the clash. He also believed his beloved mask was cracked from the ordeal. But he couldn't fuss over it now. When this was over he could manage repairs before the morning light. Or at least he hoped. "Why are you so focused on telling me nothing but bad news?! You're like a rainy cloud that won't go away~!" Venezia tried to shove the dragon back away from him. "You need to rethink the way you think in that head of yours. It sounds to me like there's a lot of marbles up there that are pretty loose..." He chuckled and tilted his head. "What if I try to shake them up so they fall into place, huh?" He jumped up and placed his hands on Martyr's horns and swung over, his feet resting on the tops of her wings. It was only then he forcefully began to shake the dragon's head from side to side all while balancing on a very dangerous... 'stage'.
HP: 34 - 4 = 30
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:57 pm
[I need to triple check my posts it seems o m o I forgot to roll again ; A; ]
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