welcome to mayfield: day 2

[mayfield_mods]

[Day two of whatever this place is dawns bright and cheerful. Not much seems to have changed; the carnival is still standing, the town still empty of drones, the sky still bright blue and --

-- hang on, what was that? Did some sort of crack just appear in that patch of sky?

...oh, it's gone now. Must have just been your imagination. Anyway, there's no time to waste staring aimlessly at the sky, not when there's more friends showing up! Lucky there's more than enough food to go around, eh?]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.

OPEN! If your character was on the list of characters arriving on Day 1 or Day 2, they may comment here. All questions belong here.

Comments

[encored]

[being stuck in Mayfield for so long can leave a person a little jaded, which is why he'd continue to stand by his opinion even if he knew why Cain was so bothered by it.]

That's an assumption to make. I'm not going out of my way to ensure my bloody demise, you know. I'm simply acknowledging the fact that, based on personal experience, death generally precedes escape whenever we're transported to places outside of the main town.

[kinship]

[He is not going to rise to the bait, he is not going to get sucked into a debate about this again, he is not--]

That is just a roundabout way of saying you've accepted your own death already, which is unacceptable.

[Or not.]

[encored]

[bad life decisions starring cain and charles...

he pinches the bridge of his nose in an exasperated way, but his attention is only half on his loser companion now. he's got mirrors to break things to do, after all!] No, it isn't. You're still viewing it as a true death, which is inexcusable given the amount of time you've been in this city.

[kinship]

How can you be sure that it won't be true death? You are relying on the town to bring you back to life, which seems an awfully large amount of trust to put in a murderous prison.

[The 'idiot' is implied.]

[encored]

[there's a short, sharp laugh from him, and it doesn't sound pleasant at all even though the expression reflected in the mirror is one of simple amusement.]

I can be sure that there isn't a true death because one, we're needed alive and in the town for a reason, and two, no person who was originally from outside of the town has suffered one before. There are other reasons I've amassed over the years as well, but when things come down to it, the simple fact of the matter is that droning outweighs death in terms of severity.

[kinship]

[He thinks Charles is a fool. Just because it has never happened before, it doesn't mean it can't happen... it only takes once, and he is an idiot to court that with his own life.]

If you say so, Charles.

[Wow, could he be more condescending?]

[encored]

[the mirror he had been scrutinizing is soon punched through as well, and he pulls his arm back again, shaking the glass off as he had done before.

or it seems like that's what he's doing, but if Cain is observant enough, he might just hear the sound of something whistling nearby and the soft tink of glass behind him. if he chooses to look, he'll find that a small sliver of glass has embedded itself into the area behind him, only a hair's breadth shy of his neck. how very strange!]

I only hope that you're fortunate enough to continue flippantly dismissing the warnings I've been kind enough to give. [with that, he'll step through the new path he's created for himself.]

[kinship]

[He does notice, but it doesn't phase him at all. Charles has threatened his life too often for him to take it seriously now, which is probably a bad idea in the end... BUT WHATEVER.

Still, as much as he likes trolling Charles, he isn't going to follow him this time. He wants to stick with Abel, which means staying where his brother can actually find him. That doesn't mean that he can resist leaning through the hole and giving a cheery wave.]

Take care~!

[encored]

[THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA IN THE END but at least he hasn't reaped the hideous reward of his misplaced fearlessness yet. Charles just waves over his shoulder at the good-bye, carrying on his loud and smash-y way.]