
Ashaundra |

Ash is pacing in her tent when she is interrupted by a cloaked figure. It pulls back its hood.
"You!" she gasps, a look of fear on her face. "You're not supposed to be here!"
An evil chuckle fills the tent. The figure reaches out and grabs Ash, slamming her into a table and pinning her there.
"This is the part where you're supposed to grovel. Tell me how glad you are to see me," it says in a cruelly pleasant voice.
Fade to Black

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Ash is pacing in her tent when she is interrupted by a cloaked figure. It pulls back its hood.
"You!" she gasps, a look of fear on her face. "You're not supposed to be here!"
An evil chuckle fills the tent. The figure reaches out and grabs Ash, slamming her into a table and pinning her there.
"This is the part where you're supposed to grovel. Tell me how glad you are to see me," it says in a cruelly pleasant voice.Fade to Black
Kinky.

lynora |

Ashaundra wrote:Kinky.Ash is pacing in her tent when she is interrupted by a cloaked figure. It pulls back its hood.
"You!" she gasps, a look of fear on her face. "You're not supposed to be here!"
An evil chuckle fills the tent. The figure reaches out and grabs Ash, slamming her into a table and pinning her there.
"This is the part where you're supposed to grovel. Tell me how glad you are to see me," it says in a cruelly pleasant voice.Fade to Black
What do you expect from a relationship between devils? ;)

Nameless Narrator |
The few remaining carnies and sideshow actors left start to gather in a large ragged black tent. A small man with flippers for limbs is held up high by an ogrish-sized microcephalic. He harrangues the crowd.
The time of the Harlequin is at hand! He will soon evade the grasp of the stinking wyrms of dream! Prepare for his return! The Kali-Yog is at hand!
The crowd of deformed performers and raggedy carnie folk sway and murmur
The Kali-Yog ... The Kali-Yog ...

The Giggler |

Inside an old fortunetelling tent a painted harlequin in ragged motley hunches over a rose-colored palantir. He giggles occasionally, his white-painted features twitching
"Maerlyn's globe,
Orb of the Rainbow Tredecim,
Show me mine enemies
Rhea's downfall
Cerise window
Show me my enemies
Palantir of Pain
Breaker of the Beam
Show me my enemies ..."
The horrid figure giggles more, the choked sound like a drowning victim coughing his last. The pink globe paints the tent fabric with a sickly fuscha glow - a sick-room color more suited for nasty-tasting nostrums.