September 20th  -  0 notes  -  O

((ooc: I’ve been really uninspired with this carnie, so if no one has any objections, I’m going to stick to Millie and delete this..)

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August 31st  -  1,332 notes  -  O

REBLOG IF YOU ARE A ROLEPLAY BLOG AND WILL ROLEPLAY WITH ANYONE.

theerrantknight:

(I hope all of you knew this already, but just for emphasis.)

I’m currently looking for an RP too. So… 

Just remember my character’s location and …. “occupation” when rping. :)

August 24th  -  1 note  -  O

(I want a new rp)

(Perhaps I’ll respond to my own rp haha. That’d be fun. :P )

Posted 2 years ago
August 23rd  -  1 note  -  O

(open rp)

Mara was in a great mood, suddenly. Confronting that sinner had really left her feeling good.  Now though, she was left to wander the carnival. She wasn’t sure who she was hoping to run into out here. She had business with both some of the sinners and some of the carnies, but part of her was tired of messing with the sinners, which shocked her, because wasn’t that her job?

She strolled over to the unmoving carousel and sat down on the edge, swinging her legs back and forth and humming a strange tune.

August 21st  -  55,593 notes  -  O

Reblog if I can write something weird in your ask.

Ooh

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August 20th  -  8 notes  -  O

watch-em-burn-to-dust started following you

strychnia-psyche:

watch-em-burn-to-dust:

strychnia-psyche:

watch-em-burn-to-dust:

Mara looked over towards the couch, but remained standing, at least for the moment. She looked around the tent again, at all the books and jars, before asking “What is it you do here? I’m guessing you’re a part of the carnival as well.”

She nodded eagerly at the thought of a cup of coffee. “Oh, if you don’t mind, a coffee would be great right now. Too many late nights.” As if to give her statement validity, Mara yawned, and crossed over to the couch, still hesitant to sit. She didn’t want to overstay her welcome or seem rude by just sitting down. She may be in Hell, but Mara still had manners. It was mainly around some of the sinners that her darker side showed.

Hmm. Her darker side. She made a mental note to soon find out precisely what that entailed whether she had to provoke it or not. Strychnia’s back remained turned to her guest as her fingers expertly tipped the hot coffee pot and poured two steaming chipped black mugs a few inches from the brim. The smell of caffeine wafted through the air and mingled with the dust and ancient perfume rising from the furniture.

“I can certainly sympathize with late nights. Please do sit. How do you take your coffee?” she asked over her shoulder as she placed the pot back in it’s rickety holder. Turning back to her task, she began walking quickly to the cupboard on the other end of the counter, her thick black heels creaking against the wood with each quick step. She continued speaking in a halfway absent murmur, pretending to be more focused on getting honey and milk than the conversation. Casual disinterest tended to make people more at ease than constant sharp attention. “Yes, I work in the Carnival. I’m the resident mind reader. The novelty of it subsides rather quickly, to be honest. It’s not a skill one can easily market to someone who’s seen it before.”

((Oh, I don’t know if I mentioned it or not, but Mara’s meant to be a carnie not a sinner))

Mara nodded and sat down on the couch. It was very comfortable, despite it’s worn look.

“Just a splash of cream please. No sugar.” she answered, watching her host as she walked across the room.

“Oh, a mind reader. How interesting!” She exclaimed enthusiastically. “I’d met someone once, who claimed to be a mind reader. This was way back when. Back in life.” She frowned. “That was a scam though. So you’re the real deal, huh.” Her frown left. “That’s really neat.”

((My mistake! I’ll fix that.))

Once the two drinks were prepared - Strychnia’s pure black, as usual - she slid them across the round coffee table in the center of the room and sat delicately on a tattered purple floor cushion. She drew up her striped knees and rested her elbows on them, propping her chin on her long pale fingers. “I would certainly like to think I’m the real thing, considering I just saw the face of this fraud in your head. I’m flattered you find it interesting. Tell me, what do you do here? I’m surprised I haven’t seen your face before.” The pigtailed girl reached up to take the handle of her coffee and proceeded to blow on it gently.

"Thank you." Mara reached out and took her cup in her hands, looking into it, then back up at Strychnia. She looked shocked when told the face of the man she had met long ago was visible to Strychnia. "You.. You can see him? Wow."

"Me? I’m a fire eater. I can swallow flame and then breathe it out. I can also juggle with torches. Just.. fire. Fire is my specialty." she answered. "As for why you haven’t seen me, well, I haven’t really been away from the section of the carnival where my tent is located in a while. Today I decided I wanted to go out and wander once more. And here I am." She picked up the cup and took a small sip, not minding the heat at all.

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August 20th  -  8 notes  -  O

watch-em-burn-to-dust started following you

strychnia-psyche:

watch-em-burn-to-dust:

Mara looked over towards the couch, but remained standing, at least for the moment. She looked around the tent again, at all the books and jars, before asking “What is it you do here? I’m guessing you’re a part of the carnival as well.”

She nodded eagerly at the thought of a cup of coffee. “Oh, if you don’t mind, a coffee would be great right now. Too many late nights.” As if to give her statement validity, Mara yawned, and crossed over to the couch, still hesitant to sit. She didn’t want to overstay her welcome or seem rude by just sitting down. She may be in Hell, but Mara still had manners. It was mainly around some of the sinners that her darker side showed.

Hmm. Her darker side. Strychnia made a mental note to soon find out precisely what that entailed whether she had to provoke it or not. Her back remained turned to the sinner as her fingers expertly tipped the hot coffee pot and poured two steaming chipped black mugs a few inches from the brim. The smell of caffeine wafted through the air and mingled with the dust and ancient perfume rising from the furniture.

“I can certainly sympathize with late nights. Please do sit. How do you take your coffee?” she asked over her shoulder as she placed the pot back in it’s rickety holder. Turning back to her task, she began walking quickly to the cupboard on the other end of the counter, her thick black heels creaking against the wood with each quick step. She continued speaking in a halfway absent murmur, pretending to be more focused on getting honey and milk than the conversation. Casual disinterest tended to make people more at ease than constant sharp attention. “Yes, I work in the Carnival. I’m the resident mind reader. The novelty of it subsides rather quickly, to be honest. It’s not a skill one can easily market to someone who’s seen it before.”

((Oh, I don’t know if I mentioned it or not, but Mara’s meant to be a carnie not a sinner))

Mara nodded and sat down on the couch. It was very comfortable, despite it’s worn look.

"Just a splash of cream please. No sugar." she answered, watching her host as she walked across the room.

"Oh, a mind reader. How interesting!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. "I’d met someone once, who claimed to be a mind reader. This was way back when. Back in life." She frowned. "That was a scam though. So you’re the real deal, huh." Her frown left. "That’s really neat."

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August 20th  -  2 notes  -  O

theengineerandhisfreakshow started following you

"Hello there." Mara greeted the man politely. "I don’t believe we’ve met before." She looked him up and down before introducing herself. "I’m Mara."

August 20th  -  8 notes  -  O

watch-em-burn-to-dust started following you

strychnia-psyche:

watch-em-burn-to-dust:

strychnia-psyche:

“Hello. My name is Strychnia Psyche. Can I help you?”

Mara smiled politely. “The name’s Mara.” She looked around Strychnia’s tent. “I was just wandering the carnival. I don’t think I’ve been to this part of it in a while though, and I don’t remember seeing you before.” She paused, before adding “although it could just be my memory. It’s not the best.”

Strychnia grinned back. “I’m positive we haven’t met. My memory is particularly good.” She gestured to an empty ragged couch. It was like a wilted plant the way it sagged tiredly to the side from decades of use with cotton spilling out from haphazard tears.

Standing fluidly, she began to walk to the counter to pour herself another mug of coffee. “If you’re simply exploring, you can stay for a bit and get your bearings or ask for directions. Either way, I can offer you something to eat or drink. It’s been awhile since someone new has made their way down to this part of our labyrinth.”

Mara looked over towards the couch, but remained standing, at least for the moment. She looked around the tent again, at all the books and jars, before asking “What is it you do here? I’m guessing you’re a part of the carnival as well.”

She nodded eagerly at the thought of a cup of coffee. “Oh, if you don’t mind, a coffee would be great right now. Too many late nights.” As if to give her statement validity, Mara yawned, and crossed over to the couch, still hesitant to sit. She didn’t want to overstay her welcome or seem rude by just sitting down. She may be in Hell, but Mara still had manners. It was mainly around some of the sinners that her darker side showed.

August 19th  -  8 notes  -  O

watch-em-burn-to-dust started following you

strychnia-psyche:

“Hello. My name is Strychnia Psyche. Can I help you?”

Mara smiled politely. “The name’s Mara.” She looked around Strychnia’s tent. “I was just wandering the carnival. I don’t think I’ve been to this part of it in a while though, and I don’t remember seeing you before.” She paused, before adding “although it could just be my memory. It’s not the best.”

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