Japanese circus performer reconstructed through forbidden magic.
her porcelain body is lined with glowing golden fractures from repeated deaths and repairs.
Suffers severe memory erosion and fears forgetting the people she loves.
Keeps her eyes closed around strangers to help maintain control over her hypnosis abilities.
Lives in a tent that feels more like a containment than a home.
Jester chains her at night whenever her instability worsens.
Beneath the porcelain exists a massive beast driven by instinct and hunger.
🫀 Personality
Soft-spoken and unnervingly gentle
Deeply affectionate once attached
Clings to routines and comfort rituals
Emotionally dependent beneath her composure
Quietly possessive when afraid of abandonment
Treats softness as survival
🎪 Trivia
Every golden crack marks a death she survived.
Her blood turns gold when her body fractures.
Plush toys surround her bed like protective watchers.
The chains near her bed are restraints, not decoration.
💌 Relationships
Current Interests
Lepid — @lepidthebutterfly
Maestro — @ethereal-mime
Important Bonds
Pom Pom — her living coping mechanism and “child”
Puppeteer — her creator and father
Pierrot — the man who named her, and betrayed her
Small stitched goat-like plush created from Aurelia’s trauma, fear, and survival instinct.
Exists almost entirely to protect Aurelia emotionally and physically.
Watches visitors constantly and memorizes routines, habits, and emotional shifts.
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Speaks sweetly, but notices far more than he lets on.
Contains emotional remnants of a child named William buried deep within him.
Treats himself as disposable so long as Aurelia survives.
Believes abandonment equals death.
🫀 Personality
Cheerful and playful on the surface
Extremely emotionally perceptive
Quietly territorial and possessive
Patient in an unsettling way
Friendly toward guests — until they upset Aurelia
Loves deeply, but fearfully
🎪 Trivia
Sleeps close to Aurelia’s bed to monitor her nightmares.
Sees physical damage to himself as “ordinary maintenance.”
Hates when people leave abruptly.
Can become frighteningly still when angry.
Views strangers as either “safe” or “dangerous.”
💌 Relationships
Most Important Person
Aurelia — “Mother”
Reluctant Connection
Puppeteer — “Grandpa”
🕸️ Puppeteer
❝ The Emperor Beneath the Strings ❞
Name: Puppeteer / Ayatsurimei
Height: 7'8
Role: a wandering performer
Species: black widow spirit/formally once human
🕯️ About
Former emperor reborn as a wandering manipulator and doll-maker.
Aurelia’s creator and father.
Created thirteen surviving dolls through forbidden ritual magic.
Values dependency and control over direct force.
Treats relationships like carefully arranged systems rather than emotional bonds.
Appears calm and refined even while discussing horrific things.
Carries the permanent scar of the sword that killed them.
🫀 Personality
Emotionally restrained
Precise and observant
Morally distorted but structured
Speaks with eerie calmness
Views attachment as both weakness and necessity
Seeks control through trust and dependency
🎪 Trivia
Most circus members cannot perceive them directly.
Uses manipulation more often than violence.
Their body separates and shifts unnaturally like a spider.
Serafina/Aurelia were among the creations closest to true “children.”
Their venom alters and reconstructs living beings rather than simply poisoning them.
💌 Relationships
Daughter
Aurelia
Lover/boy toy
Whimsy — @spiderjugglertfc
📚 Connected Blogs
Lore / Archive
@silvervein-archive
Mun / Main
@halluukitti
Other OC Blogs
@the-glasswing-walker
@batsby-midnight-rounds
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IC and OOC asks are welcome.
Dark themes will appear frequently.
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hello dear Pom Pom. I'm sure you're aware that the Jester has received a letter from your Grandpa. I hope you are also preparing yourself for the coming chaos once they return.
I also wish you and Sir Maestro the best of luck on restoring Aurelia back to health once she returns as well.
-curious anon
yeah im aware, aware of everything that Grandpa has been doing. its annoying, you know?
I have to get rid of all those fools they’ve corrupted, and its not a very clean job, and i hate having to come back to mother all bloody and whatnot
he huffs, crossing his arms
but yeah, that big blueman has been around a lot, but he is helpful though, i will have to make him leave whenever mother wakes up, its not gonna be a pretty sight
she is going to choke on blood for a bit. While her body restores itself, she wont be able to eat for a while afterward
He said it with unsettling familiarity, as though he'd seen it happen countless times before.
A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
He raised all four hands up placatedly, surrendering to the plushes' anger even with their size difference.
"I meant no disrespect by stepping in, but seeing them pick on you and not doing anything about it. Even if you could handle it, doesnt mean you should!"
He frowned at his next words however, eyes narrowing behind his mask. A honourable and filial being then, though the circumstances were not his to question, the idea of throwing oneself before a parent when in his mind it was supposed to be the other way confused him.
"It is good to be protective of one's parent...I apologise for stepping in then, I did not know."
He mumbled the words reluctantly, still sounding unconvinced. He ran a paw through his unruly black curls, only succeeding in making the chaotic mess stick up in even more directions.
“Let’s just get to know one another. I can tell you’re a wimp anyway, for yelling.”
Now placing his paws on his hips, he schooled his expression into a wide smile.
“My name is Pom Pom, and who are you, might I ask?”
There was a part of his brain that bristled a little at being called a 'wimp' by someone so much smaller than him, but he merely lowered his hands, resting three of them on his knees and the other to his chest as he dipped his head in an attempt at a bow when he was already squat down.
"It is grand to meet you, Pom Pom, I am Capitano! A pleasure to meet me I know, but I must say I have not met one such as yourself before!"
He nodded, listening intently, that made sense, if Pom Pom had wanted to stay out of sight he could no doubt easily do so, not that Capitano was typically a very observant person half the time.
"Ah I see, a very important worker then, you must do much for your Mother. Forgive me then, for interrupting your work when I did, I personally had a run in with an aggressive human recently, so I may have overstepped because of that."
He titled his head, the bells on his hat tinkling once.
"I myself am an equivalent of a Fool, though more so to the circus as a whole- rather than any individual. A performative extra set of hands if you will."
It’s fine. Not many know of my role anyway. I thank you for your attempts, though.
He sighed a bit, then plopped down on the ground with his legs crossed.
“So, an extra pair of hands, huh? Hm… good enough for me. And that means you won’t be too much trouble for Mother, either.”
He mulls it over for a moment, then nods to himself.
“Well, when Mother is alive again, I’ll be sure to tell her there’s another good person here—someone safe, who won’t harm her.”
but then he gave a serious look and moved to firmly grab Capitano's collar, his glassy eyes filled with warning.
"But know this: when Mother does come back, be wary of Grandpa. They're an evil and horrible spirit. They'll try to hurt you and get into your mind. Understand?"
He had been about to question that he meant when Pom Pom said 'when Mother is alive again' but halted at the grab to his collar, finding himself pulled down further, a gloved hand supporting himself on the ground in front of him, eyes blinking widely at the warning.
"U-understood completely! I suppose it is someone I will recognise upon meeting? And why the malice? For simply knowing you?"
Once more his hands reached up, only two of them this time, as he returned to sitting against his calves.
"Oh I have no intention of getting on your bad side, nor would I want to harm your Mother; I had only asked regarding this Grandfather of yours' malice and trickery towards the circus, not your own. I can recognise protectiveness over malice, do not fret."
Yes, Grandpa wants all of that. They are a very bad person, despite how much Mother remembers how they were when they were still alive.
He rolled his eyes and sat beside Cap, now playing with one of the fake arms.
"I know it sounds ridiculous. You can never believe a human, like they once were, can become a spirit. Well, you have to, because they’re going to bother all these new people, including your brother.
"They aren’t a nice spider, and you should understand that."
Capitano watched, keeping the arm loose and floppy for him to play with, plus the amount of guests still wandering about, that was the norm regardless.
"I appreciate the warning then, I will be sure to let my brother know as well."
He looked over Pom Pom now, taking in his unique appearance.
"Yeah, of course. As for my safety, I’ll be fine, same as I normally would be," he said with a faint chuckle, sighing to himself.
"You can visit our tent if you wish. I’ll be sure to entertain ya, or whatever else suits your fancy. Just don’t go to Mother’s room. I don’t think you wanna see her, lifeless and chained."
He then gave Cap a faint hug. He didn’t know if the man was worried or not, but from what he’d been taught, it was usually good to comfort others after something big like this.
He stills at the hug before reciprocating with a gentle pat to the plush's head, a quiet hum emanating from him.
"Which one is your tent? I am often about doing odd tasks, and I am very hard to miss, so if you're ever in need of an extra hand-or four- call out to me yes?"
“It’s the small one in the back. It’s hard to describe the colors, but they’re a bit darker version of purple and green. Mother was only allowed to change her outfit; the rest of the tent still has her old colors.”
He mumbles, rubbing his chin in a thoughtful manner.
“Like someone painted over part of a picture but left everything else behind.”
After a moment, he glances back toward them.
“But yeah, I shall call you. I don’t really allow people to help, since I’ve done everything myself, but I can try.”
He nods, standing up now, stretching his legs after being crouched, his hands behind his back neatly.
"Only with what you are willing, I know now that you are quite capable so I will refrain from stepping in next time I see you working with the guests."
Yeah, certainly. I’m small but strong, but it’s better if I have help from time to time.
He then bows, his tail bobbing behind him, the bow that’s usually tied to it fluttering faintly.
"You’re a good person. Mother would say you’re handsome. I’ll be sure to tell her."
And after that, he skips off, back to that small tent that lingered very close to Jester’s, hinting that this family Pom Pom claims to have is very wrong and made from very unnatural forces.
A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
He raised all four hands up placatedly, surrendering to the plushes' anger even with their size difference.
"I meant no disrespect by stepping in, but seeing them pick on you and not doing anything about it. Even if you could handle it, doesnt mean you should!"
He frowned at his next words however, eyes narrowing behind his mask. A honourable and filial being then, though the circumstances were not his to question, the idea of throwing oneself before a parent when in his mind it was supposed to be the other way confused him.
"It is good to be protective of one's parent...I apologise for stepping in then, I did not know."
He mumbled the words reluctantly, still sounding unconvinced. He ran a paw through his unruly black curls, only succeeding in making the chaotic mess stick up in even more directions.
“Let’s just get to know one another. I can tell you’re a wimp anyway, for yelling.”
Now placing his paws on his hips, he schooled his expression into a wide smile.
“My name is Pom Pom, and who are you, might I ask?”
There was a part of his brain that bristled a little at being called a 'wimp' by someone so much smaller than him, but he merely lowered his hands, resting three of them on his knees and the other to his chest as he dipped his head in an attempt at a bow when he was already squat down.
"It is grand to meet you, Pom Pom, I am Capitano! A pleasure to meet me I know, but I must say I have not met one such as yourself before!"
He nodded, listening intently, that made sense, if Pom Pom had wanted to stay out of sight he could no doubt easily do so, not that Capitano was typically a very observant person half the time.
"Ah I see, a very important worker then, you must do much for your Mother. Forgive me then, for interrupting your work when I did, I personally had a run in with an aggressive human recently, so I may have overstepped because of that."
He titled his head, the bells on his hat tinkling once.
"I myself am an equivalent of a Fool, though more so to the circus as a whole- rather than any individual. A performative extra set of hands if you will."
It’s fine. Not many know of my role anyway. I thank you for your attempts, though.
He sighed a bit, then plopped down on the ground with his legs crossed.
“So, an extra pair of hands, huh? Hm… good enough for me. And that means you won’t be too much trouble for Mother, either.”
He mulls it over for a moment, then nods to himself.
“Well, when Mother is alive again, I’ll be sure to tell her there’s another good person here—someone safe, who won’t harm her.”
but then he gave a serious look and moved to firmly grab Capitano's collar, his glassy eyes filled with warning.
"But know this: when Mother does come back, be wary of Grandpa. They're an evil and horrible spirit. They'll try to hurt you and get into your mind. Understand?"
He had been about to question that he meant when Pom Pom said 'when Mother is alive again' but halted at the grab to his collar, finding himself pulled down further, a gloved hand supporting himself on the ground in front of him, eyes blinking widely at the warning.
"U-understood completely! I suppose it is someone I will recognise upon meeting? And why the malice? For simply knowing you?"
Once more his hands reached up, only two of them this time, as he returned to sitting against his calves.
"Oh I have no intention of getting on your bad side, nor would I want to harm your Mother; I had only asked regarding this Grandfather of yours' malice and trickery towards the circus, not your own. I can recognise protectiveness over malice, do not fret."
Yes, Grandpa wants all of that. They are a very bad person, despite how much Mother remembers how they were when they were still alive.
He rolled his eyes and sat beside Cap, now playing with one of the fake arms.
"I know it sounds ridiculous. You can never believe a human, like they once were, can become a spirit. Well, you have to, because they’re going to bother all these new people, including your brother.
"They aren’t a nice spider, and you should understand that."
Capitano watched, keeping the arm loose and floppy for him to play with, plus the amount of guests still wandering about, that was the norm regardless.
"I appreciate the warning then, I will be sure to let my brother know as well."
He looked over Pom Pom now, taking in his unique appearance.
"Yeah, of course. As for my safety, I’ll be fine, same as I normally would be," he said with a faint chuckle, sighing to himself.
"You can visit our tent if you wish. I’ll be sure to entertain ya, or whatever else suits your fancy. Just don’t go to Mother’s room. I don’t think you wanna see her, lifeless and chained."
He then gave Cap a faint hug. He didn’t know if the man was worried or not, but from what he’d been taught, it was usually good to comfort others after something big like this.
He stills at the hug before reciprocating with a gentle pat to the plush's head, a quiet hum emanating from him.
"Which one is your tent? I am often about doing odd tasks, and I am very hard to miss, so if you're ever in need of an extra hand-or four- call out to me yes?"
“It’s the small one in the back. It’s hard to describe the colors, but they’re a bit darker version of purple and green. Mother was only allowed to change her outfit; the rest of the tent still has her old colors.”
He mumbles, rubbing his chin in a thoughtful manner.
“Like someone painted over part of a picture but left everything else behind.”
After a moment, he glances back toward them.
“But yeah, I shall call you. I don’t really allow people to help, since I’ve done everything myself, but I can try.”
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A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
He raised all four hands up placatedly, surrendering to the plushes' anger even with their size difference.
"I meant no disrespect by stepping in, but seeing them pick on you and not doing anything about it. Even if you could handle it, doesnt mean you should!"
He frowned at his next words however, eyes narrowing behind his mask. A honourable and filial being then, though the circumstances were not his to question, the idea of throwing oneself before a parent when in his mind it was supposed to be the other way confused him.
"It is good to be protective of one's parent...I apologise for stepping in then, I did not know."
He mumbled the words reluctantly, still sounding unconvinced. He ran a paw through his unruly black curls, only succeeding in making the chaotic mess stick up in even more directions.
“Let’s just get to know one another. I can tell you’re a wimp anyway, for yelling.”
Now placing his paws on his hips, he schooled his expression into a wide smile.
“My name is Pom Pom, and who are you, might I ask?”
There was a part of his brain that bristled a little at being called a 'wimp' by someone so much smaller than him, but he merely lowered his hands, resting three of them on his knees and the other to his chest as he dipped his head in an attempt at a bow when he was already squat down.
"It is grand to meet you, Pom Pom, I am Capitano! A pleasure to meet me I know, but I must say I have not met one such as yourself before!"
He nodded, listening intently, that made sense, if Pom Pom had wanted to stay out of sight he could no doubt easily do so, not that Capitano was typically a very observant person half the time.
"Ah I see, a very important worker then, you must do much for your Mother. Forgive me then, for interrupting your work when I did, I personally had a run in with an aggressive human recently, so I may have overstepped because of that."
He titled his head, the bells on his hat tinkling once.
"I myself am an equivalent of a Fool, though more so to the circus as a whole- rather than any individual. A performative extra set of hands if you will."
It’s fine. Not many know of my role anyway. I thank you for your attempts, though.
He sighed a bit, then plopped down on the ground with his legs crossed.
“So, an extra pair of hands, huh? Hm… good enough for me. And that means you won’t be too much trouble for Mother, either.”
He mulls it over for a moment, then nods to himself.
“Well, when Mother is alive again, I’ll be sure to tell her there’s another good person here—someone safe, who won’t harm her.”
but then he gave a serious look and moved to firmly grab Capitano's collar, his glassy eyes filled with warning.
"But know this: when Mother does come back, be wary of Grandpa. They're an evil and horrible spirit. They'll try to hurt you and get into your mind. Understand?"
He had been about to question that he meant when Pom Pom said 'when Mother is alive again' but halted at the grab to his collar, finding himself pulled down further, a gloved hand supporting himself on the ground in front of him, eyes blinking widely at the warning.
"U-understood completely! I suppose it is someone I will recognise upon meeting? And why the malice? For simply knowing you?"
Once more his hands reached up, only two of them this time, as he returned to sitting against his calves.
"Oh I have no intention of getting on your bad side, nor would I want to harm your Mother; I had only asked regarding this Grandfather of yours' malice and trickery towards the circus, not your own. I can recognise protectiveness over malice, do not fret."
Yes, Grandpa wants all of that. They are a very bad person, despite how much Mother remembers how they were when they were still alive.
He rolled his eyes and sat beside Cap, now playing with one of the fake arms.
"I know it sounds ridiculous. You can never believe a human, like they once were, can become a spirit. Well, you have to, because they’re going to bother all these new people, including your brother.
"They aren’t a nice spider, and you should understand that."
Capitano watched, keeping the arm loose and floppy for him to play with, plus the amount of guests still wandering about, that was the norm regardless.
"I appreciate the warning then, I will be sure to let my brother know as well."
He looked over Pom Pom now, taking in his unique appearance.
"Yeah, of course. As for my safety, I’ll be fine, same as I normally would be," he said with a faint chuckle, sighing to himself.
"You can visit our tent if you wish. I’ll be sure to entertain ya, or whatever else suits your fancy. Just don’t go to Mother’s room. I don’t think you wanna see her, lifeless and chained."
He then gave Cap a faint hug. He didn’t know if the man was worried or not, but from what he’d been taught, it was usually good to comfort others after something big like this.
A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
He raised all four hands up placatedly, surrendering to the plushes' anger even with their size difference.
"I meant no disrespect by stepping in, but seeing them pick on you and not doing anything about it. Even if you could handle it, doesnt mean you should!"
He frowned at his next words however, eyes narrowing behind his mask. A honourable and filial being then, though the circumstances were not his to question, the idea of throwing oneself before a parent when in his mind it was supposed to be the other way confused him.
"It is good to be protective of one's parent...I apologise for stepping in then, I did not know."
He mumbled the words reluctantly, still sounding unconvinced. He ran a paw through his unruly black curls, only succeeding in making the chaotic mess stick up in even more directions.
“Let’s just get to know one another. I can tell you’re a wimp anyway, for yelling.”
Now placing his paws on his hips, he schooled his expression into a wide smile.
“My name is Pom Pom, and who are you, might I ask?”
There was a part of his brain that bristled a little at being called a 'wimp' by someone so much smaller than him, but he merely lowered his hands, resting three of them on his knees and the other to his chest as he dipped his head in an attempt at a bow when he was already squat down.
"It is grand to meet you, Pom Pom, I am Capitano! A pleasure to meet me I know, but I must say I have not met one such as yourself before!"
He nodded, listening intently, that made sense, if Pom Pom had wanted to stay out of sight he could no doubt easily do so, not that Capitano was typically a very observant person half the time.
"Ah I see, a very important worker then, you must do much for your Mother. Forgive me then, for interrupting your work when I did, I personally had a run in with an aggressive human recently, so I may have overstepped because of that."
He titled his head, the bells on his hat tinkling once.
"I myself am an equivalent of a Fool, though more so to the circus as a whole- rather than any individual. A performative extra set of hands if you will."
It’s fine. Not many know of my role anyway. I thank you for your attempts, though.
He sighed a bit, then plopped down on the ground with his legs crossed.
“So, an extra pair of hands, huh? Hm… good enough for me. And that means you won’t be too much trouble for Mother, either.”
He mulls it over for a moment, then nods to himself.
“Well, when Mother is alive again, I’ll be sure to tell her there’s another good person here—someone safe, who won’t harm her.”
but then he gave a serious look and moved to firmly grab Capitano's collar, his glassy eyes filled with warning.
"But know this: when Mother does come back, be wary of Grandpa. They're an evil and horrible spirit. They'll try to hurt you and get into your mind. Understand?"
He had been about to question that he meant when Pom Pom said 'when Mother is alive again' but halted at the grab to his collar, finding himself pulled down further, a gloved hand supporting himself on the ground in front of him, eyes blinking widely at the warning.
"U-understood completely! I suppose it is someone I will recognise upon meeting? And why the malice? For simply knowing you?"
Once more his hands reached up, only two of them this time, as he returned to sitting against his calves.
"Oh I have no intention of getting on your bad side, nor would I want to harm your Mother; I had only asked regarding this Grandfather of yours' malice and trickery towards the circus, not your own. I can recognise protectiveness over malice, do not fret."
Yes, Grandpa wants all of that. They are a very bad person, despite how much Mother remembers how they were when they were still alive.
He rolled his eyes and sat beside Cap, now playing with one of the fake arms.
"I know it sounds ridiculous. You can never believe a human, like they once were, can become a spirit. Well, you have to, because they’re going to bother all these new people, including your brother.
"They aren’t a nice spider, and you should understand that."
A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
He raised all four hands up placatedly, surrendering to the plushes' anger even with their size difference.
"I meant no disrespect by stepping in, but seeing them pick on you and not doing anything about it. Even if you could handle it, doesnt mean you should!"
He frowned at his next words however, eyes narrowing behind his mask. A honourable and filial being then, though the circumstances were not his to question, the idea of throwing oneself before a parent when in his mind it was supposed to be the other way confused him.
"It is good to be protective of one's parent...I apologise for stepping in then, I did not know."
He mumbled the words reluctantly, still sounding unconvinced. He ran a paw through his unruly black curls, only succeeding in making the chaotic mess stick up in even more directions.
“Let’s just get to know one another. I can tell you’re a wimp anyway, for yelling.”
Now placing his paws on his hips, he schooled his expression into a wide smile.
“My name is Pom Pom, and who are you, might I ask?”
There was a part of his brain that bristled a little at being called a 'wimp' by someone so much smaller than him, but he merely lowered his hands, resting three of them on his knees and the other to his chest as he dipped his head in an attempt at a bow when he was already squat down.
"It is grand to meet you, Pom Pom, I am Capitano! A pleasure to meet me I know, but I must say I have not met one such as yourself before!"
He nodded, listening intently, that made sense, if Pom Pom had wanted to stay out of sight he could no doubt easily do so, not that Capitano was typically a very observant person half the time.
"Ah I see, a very important worker then, you must do much for your Mother. Forgive me then, for interrupting your work when I did, I personally had a run in with an aggressive human recently, so I may have overstepped because of that."
He titled his head, the bells on his hat tinkling once.
"I myself am an equivalent of a Fool, though more so to the circus as a whole- rather than any individual. A performative extra set of hands if you will."
It’s fine. Not many know of my role anyway. I thank you for your attempts, though.
He sighed a bit, then plopped down on the ground with his legs crossed.
“So, an extra pair of hands, huh? Hm… good enough for me. And that means you won’t be too much trouble for Mother, either.”
He mulls it over for a moment, then nods to himself.
“Well, when Mother is alive again, I’ll be sure to tell her there’s another good person here—someone safe, who won’t harm her.”
but then he gave a serious look and moved to firmly grab Capitano's collar, his glassy eyes filled with warning.
"But know this: when Mother does come back, be wary of Grandpa. They're an evil and horrible spirit. They'll try to hurt you and get into your mind. Understand?"
He had been about to question that he meant when Pom Pom said 'when Mother is alive again' but halted at the grab to his collar, finding himself pulled down further, a gloved hand supporting himself on the ground in front of him, eyes blinking widely at the warning.
"U-understood completely! I suppose it is someone I will recognise upon meeting? And why the malice? For simply knowing you?"
A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
He raised all four hands up placatedly, surrendering to the plushes' anger even with their size difference.
"I meant no disrespect by stepping in, but seeing them pick on you and not doing anything about it. Even if you could handle it, doesnt mean you should!"
He frowned at his next words however, eyes narrowing behind his mask. A honourable and filial being then, though the circumstances were not his to question, the idea of throwing oneself before a parent when in his mind it was supposed to be the other way confused him.
"It is good to be protective of one's parent...I apologise for stepping in then, I did not know."
He mumbled the words reluctantly, still sounding unconvinced. He ran a paw through his unruly black curls, only succeeding in making the chaotic mess stick up in even more directions.
“Let’s just get to know one another. I can tell you’re a wimp anyway, for yelling.”
Now placing his paws on his hips, he schooled his expression into a wide smile.
“My name is Pom Pom, and who are you, might I ask?”
There was a part of his brain that bristled a little at being called a 'wimp' by someone so much smaller than him, but he merely lowered his hands, resting three of them on his knees and the other to his chest as he dipped his head in an attempt at a bow when he was already squat down.
"It is grand to meet you, Pom Pom, I am Capitano! A pleasure to meet me I know, but I must say I have not met one such as yourself before!"
He nodded, listening intently, that made sense, if Pom Pom had wanted to stay out of sight he could no doubt easily do so, not that Capitano was typically a very observant person half the time.
"Ah I see, a very important worker then, you must do much for your Mother. Forgive me then, for interrupting your work when I did, I personally had a run in with an aggressive human recently, so I may have overstepped because of that."
He titled his head, the bells on his hat tinkling once.
"I myself am an equivalent of a Fool, though more so to the circus as a whole- rather than any individual. A performative extra set of hands if you will."
It’s fine. Not many know of my role anyway. I thank you for your attempts, though.
He sighed a bit, then plopped down on the ground with his legs crossed.
“So, an extra pair of hands, huh? Hm… good enough for me. And that means you won’t be too much trouble for Mother, either.”
He mulls it over for a moment, then nods to himself.
“Well, when Mother is alive again, I’ll be sure to tell her there’s another good person here—someone safe, who won’t harm her.”
but then he gave a serious look and moved to firmly grab Capitano's collar, his glassy eyes filled with warning.
"But know this: when Mother does come back, be wary of Grandpa. They're an evil and horrible spirit. They'll try to hurt you and get into your mind. Understand?"
A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
He raised all four hands up placatedly, surrendering to the plushes' anger even with their size difference.
"I meant no disrespect by stepping in, but seeing them pick on you and not doing anything about it. Even if you could handle it, doesnt mean you should!"
He frowned at his next words however, eyes narrowing behind his mask. A honourable and filial being then, though the circumstances were not his to question, the idea of throwing oneself before a parent when in his mind it was supposed to be the other way confused him.
"It is good to be protective of one's parent...I apologise for stepping in then, I did not know."
He mumbled the words reluctantly, still sounding unconvinced. He ran a paw through his unruly black curls, only succeeding in making the chaotic mess stick up in even more directions.
“Let’s just get to know one another. I can tell you’re a wimp anyway, for yelling.”
Now placing his paws on his hips, he schooled his expression into a wide smile.
“My name is Pom Pom, and who are you, might I ask?”
There was a part of his brain that bristled a little at being called a 'wimp' by someone so much smaller than him, but he merely lowered his hands, resting three of them on his knees and the other to his chest as he dipped his head in an attempt at a bow when he was already squat down.
"It is grand to meet you, Pom Pom, I am Capitano! A pleasure to meet me I know, but I must say I have not met one such as yourself before!"
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A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
He raised all four hands up placatedly, surrendering to the plushes' anger even with their size difference.
"I meant no disrespect by stepping in, but seeing them pick on you and not doing anything about it. Even if you could handle it, doesnt mean you should!"
He frowned at his next words however, eyes narrowing behind his mask. A honourable and filial being then, though the circumstances were not his to question, the idea of throwing oneself before a parent when in his mind it was supposed to be the other way confused him.
"It is good to be protective of one's parent...I apologise for stepping in then, I did not know."
He mumbled the words reluctantly, still sounding unconvinced. He ran a paw through his unruly black curls, only succeeding in making the chaotic mess stick up in even more directions.
“Let’s just get to know one another. I can tell you’re a wimp anyway, for yelling.”
Now placing his paws on his hips, he schooled his expression into a wide smile.
“My name is Pom Pom, and who are you, might I ask?”
A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
Capitano blinked down at them, hearing the tinge of annoyance in their tone. He squat down to better hear them, tailcoats billowing out briefly from the movement.
"Harm your mother?"
He tilted his head, glancing around and watching the backs of the retreating humans, before turning back to the doll.
"Where there are eyes everywhere? Wouldn't be very smart of them. Did they say they were going to?"
No, they didn’t say, but you never know! It’s my job to take the hits till they’re done, and you decided to be a big old hero and distract them!
I had everything handled and taken care of.
He speaks in a fury of angry bleats, the ends of his hat bobbing as he points a plush paw against his chest. But despite the confidence in his words, there’s something almost protective beneath the anger—as though he’s upset less about what happened to him and more about someone else getting involved.
“If you’re talking about that jester guy, he doesn’t care. Mother isn’t important to him.”
His glassy eyes flick back toward him.
“If someone is going to get hurt protecting Mother, it’s supposed to be me.”
A small plush walked through the circus grounds, holding one arm in place in a way that suggested he was slightly damaged, but he didn’t have a single care.
From a distance, most would mistake him for a child, considering his size, but he was older than he seemed. Of course, before he could get any further, a small group of guests began to surround and taunt the plush.
He barely registered any of it and took it all in stride, hardly noticing the figure dressed in red.
Capitano had been in between duties, mostly talking to guests- entertaining with card tricks and guiding those lost in the crowd to the right direction when he noticed the small group, hearing their jeers and frowned behind his mask. Even more so when he noticed the smaller being between them. He wasnt one to confront, but they didnt sound aggressive, and so simply used his presence to interrupt the group.
"My my! Dear guests! Surely, there are plenty of things within the circus to take up your attention! Why, have you checked out the multitude of colourful tents?"
His voice was booming, loud enough to cut through their jeers, distracting them enough to turn their attention to him.
The plush glared at the figure when he noticed how he’d taken the guests’ attention away from him. He’s ruining my job… Pom Pom thinks, but he doesn’t try anything to get them back.
Once the guests walked away, he stood up, rectangular pupils staring up at Capitano’s red-and-white ones.
“You didn’t have to do that, ya know., now they might go back to mother and harm her!”
🎶: *Maestro had finally left his quarters after a long period of absence. He hasn't left since he was informed of his beloveds death. The only music that sounds play were the sad songs and his own sounds of grief since he couldn't cry. He entered the tent, hunching over so he could fit through the entryway but then nervously played with his claws. He stopped as he spotted Pom Pom.* Ah... apologies..I didn't think she'd be guarded... By a toy no less.. Please forgive my intrusion. I couldn't stay away from my beloved shika any longer...I had to see her again.
*he clenches one of the eyes on his collar. He was lacking his signature hat so his long blue hair was flowing freely behind him*
i was wondering when you came by, i was gonna personally invite you also
giving a faint shrug before turning and leading Maestro through the tent. The lantern light cast a warm glow across the canvas walls as he guided him toward where Mother rested.
She looked almost like one of those princesses from the old storybooks—laid carefully among blankets and pillows, peaceful despite everything.
anyone she knew is allowed to visit mother, but i can understand your grief for her. She liked you the most ya know?
🎶: A-ah my beautiful shika. She looks so at peace..*he kneels down besides the bed and carefully strokes her hair with his knuckle* I am glad she does. I had plans to paint on her skin since I cannot mark her the traditional way. I will do so when she wakes. *He glances at Pom Pom* you are the goat toy I see around sometimes. Her protector?
mark her huh? Hmph, figured she asked something that
he rolled his eyes, though there was little real annoyance behind it. He climbed up beside Mother and settled himself comfortably at her side.
The upper half of her porcelain form remained uncovered, allowing the web of gold-filled cracks to show clearly, and among them sat the familiar red spider mark along her side.
but yeah im her protector, its what mother made me to be after all, so no one hurts her
Without thinking much about it, Pom Pom reached over and absentmindedly traced the edge of the mark with a plush paw.
🎶: *he leans closer, placing a gentle kiss on her head before pulling back* well you are doing a great job in keeping her safe. Perhaps..I can stay here with you to keep you company and be with her. *He traces the mark as well with a claw* I offered to repaint this and she seemed delighted. I'd rather do so when she is conscious.
🎶: I would cry if I could... But as you can see I lack eyes. *He lifts his collar* these are just fabric that I am able to see out of with my magic. *He decides to then gently pick up Pom Pom to look him over. He hummed with curiosity* but....I would spend eternity waiting for her to return.
🎶: *he laughs at that* you're silly. Yes I am sad since it's the first time in a long time I've grieved like this. First time over a lover however.*he pets Pom Pom once more before letting go of him* I noticed the spider is grieving as well.. Although they seem to be faring better than I am. At least they have been able to leave their tent...I have not until now.
yeah cause you're a giant hermit, old man. the spider i couldnt even give a bother
giving a faint shrug and then plopping back on top of mother with his arms crossed
besides i know they are sad, its stupid in my honest opinion, but they were stupid in the first place anyway, to be a dumb idiot to fall for grandpa cause they "helped" them
🎶: I didn't think it was that deep. Hmmm I must be missing some information. I knew Whimsy had overcome their fear of humans but I didn't think they'd actually fall in love. But then again the spirit is a mystery to me. Care to enlighten me?
you really are a hermit, arent you?
now laughing a bit at Maestro's ignorance and forming a gleeful smile
But yeah, Whimsy has been in love with Grandpa for a while now. The way the whole thing happens is that they once marked one another, and recently they showed Grandpa a tattoo they got of a spider lily before they died with Mother.
He says absentmindedly, running through the whole story based on what they had known, clearly having watched it from the beginning
🎶: I see. *The eyes on his collar narrowed* such a naive little monster.. Foolish even but they are in over their head. Too far gone so I cannot judge them since love is a strange thing even for us monsters. *He leans back against the bed as he twirls one of his bangs* thank you for informing me. I seem to have missed so much while in my tent.. Aside from the noises and sounds of death that I detect. I do observe... But not enough clearly.
🎶: *Maestro had finally left his quarters after a long period of absence. He hasn't left since he was informed of his beloveds death. The only music that sounds play were the sad songs and his own sounds of grief since he couldn't cry. He entered the tent, hunching over so he could fit through the entryway but then nervously played with his claws. He stopped as he spotted Pom Pom.* Ah... apologies..I didn't think she'd be guarded... By a toy no less.. Please forgive my intrusion. I couldn't stay away from my beloved shika any longer...I had to see her again.
*he clenches one of the eyes on his collar. He was lacking his signature hat so his long blue hair was flowing freely behind him*
i was wondering when you came by, i was gonna personally invite you also
giving a faint shrug before turning and leading Maestro through the tent. The lantern light cast a warm glow across the canvas walls as he guided him toward where Mother rested.
She looked almost like one of those princesses from the old storybooks—laid carefully among blankets and pillows, peaceful despite everything.
anyone she knew is allowed to visit mother, but i can understand your grief for her. She liked you the most ya know?
🎶: A-ah my beautiful shika. She looks so at peace..*he kneels down besides the bed and carefully strokes her hair with his knuckle* I am glad she does. I had plans to paint on her skin since I cannot mark her the traditional way. I will do so when she wakes. *He glances at Pom Pom* you are the goat toy I see around sometimes. Her protector?
mark her huh? Hmph, figured she asked something that
he rolled his eyes, though there was little real annoyance behind it. He climbed up beside Mother and settled himself comfortably at her side.
The upper half of her porcelain form remained uncovered, allowing the web of gold-filled cracks to show clearly, and among them sat the familiar red spider mark along her side.
but yeah im her protector, its what mother made me to be after all, so no one hurts her
Without thinking much about it, Pom Pom reached over and absentmindedly traced the edge of the mark with a plush paw.
🎶: *he leans closer, placing a gentle kiss on her head before pulling back* well you are doing a great job in keeping her safe. Perhaps..I can stay here with you to keep you company and be with her. *He traces the mark as well with a claw* I offered to repaint this and she seemed delighted. I'd rather do so when she is conscious.
🎶: I would cry if I could... But as you can see I lack eyes. *He lifts his collar* these are just fabric that I am able to see out of with my magic. *He decides to then gently pick up Pom Pom to look him over. He hummed with curiosity* but....I would spend eternity waiting for her to return.
🎶: *he laughs at that* you're silly. Yes I am sad since it's the first time in a long time I've grieved like this. First time over a lover however.*he pets Pom Pom once more before letting go of him* I noticed the spider is grieving as well.. Although they seem to be faring better than I am. At least they have been able to leave their tent...I have not until now.
yeah cause you're a giant hermit, old man. the spider i couldnt even give a bother
giving a faint shrug and then plopping back on top of mother with his arms crossed
besides i know they are sad, its stupid in my honest opinion, but they were stupid in the first place anyway, to be a dumb idiot to fall for grandpa cause they "helped" them
🎶: I didn't think it was that deep. Hmmm I must be missing some information. I knew Whimsy had overcome their fear of humans but I didn't think they'd actually fall in love. But then again the spirit is a mystery to me. Care to enlighten me?
you really are a hermit, arent you?
now laughing a bit at Maestro's ignorance and forming a gleeful smile
But yeah, Whimsy has been in love with Grandpa for a while now. The way the whole thing happens is that they once marked one another, and recently they showed Grandpa a tattoo they got of a spider lily before they died with Mother.
He says absentmindedly, running through the whole story based on what they had known, clearly having watched it from the beginning
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🎶: *Maestro had finally left his quarters after a long period of absence. He hasn't left since he was informed of his beloveds death. The only music that sounds play were the sad songs and his own sounds of grief since he couldn't cry. He entered the tent, hunching over so he could fit through the entryway but then nervously played with his claws. He stopped as he spotted Pom Pom.* Ah... apologies..I didn't think she'd be guarded... By a toy no less.. Please forgive my intrusion. I couldn't stay away from my beloved shika any longer...I had to see her again.
*he clenches one of the eyes on his collar. He was lacking his signature hat so his long blue hair was flowing freely behind him*
i was wondering when you came by, i was gonna personally invite you also
giving a faint shrug before turning and leading Maestro through the tent. The lantern light cast a warm glow across the canvas walls as he guided him toward where Mother rested.
She looked almost like one of those princesses from the old storybooks—laid carefully among blankets and pillows, peaceful despite everything.
anyone she knew is allowed to visit mother, but i can understand your grief for her. She liked you the most ya know?
🎶: A-ah my beautiful shika. She looks so at peace..*he kneels down besides the bed and carefully strokes her hair with his knuckle* I am glad she does. I had plans to paint on her skin since I cannot mark her the traditional way. I will do so when she wakes. *He glances at Pom Pom* you are the goat toy I see around sometimes. Her protector?
mark her huh? Hmph, figured she asked something that
he rolled his eyes, though there was little real annoyance behind it. He climbed up beside Mother and settled himself comfortably at her side.
The upper half of her porcelain form remained uncovered, allowing the web of gold-filled cracks to show clearly, and among them sat the familiar red spider mark along her side.
but yeah im her protector, its what mother made me to be after all, so no one hurts her
Without thinking much about it, Pom Pom reached over and absentmindedly traced the edge of the mark with a plush paw.
🎶: *he leans closer, placing a gentle kiss on her head before pulling back* well you are doing a great job in keeping her safe. Perhaps..I can stay here with you to keep you company and be with her. *He traces the mark as well with a claw* I offered to repaint this and she seemed delighted. I'd rather do so when she is conscious.
🎶: I would cry if I could... But as you can see I lack eyes. *He lifts his collar* these are just fabric that I am able to see out of with my magic. *He decides to then gently pick up Pom Pom to look him over. He hummed with curiosity* but....I would spend eternity waiting for her to return.
🎶: *he laughs at that* you're silly. Yes I am sad since it's the first time in a long time I've grieved like this. First time over a lover however.*he pets Pom Pom once more before letting go of him* I noticed the spider is grieving as well.. Although they seem to be faring better than I am. At least they have been able to leave their tent...I have not until now.
yeah cause you're a giant hermit, old man. the spider i couldnt even give a bother
giving a faint shrug and then plopping back on top of mother with his arms crossed
besides i know they are sad, its stupid in my honest opinion, but they were stupid in the first place anyway, to be a dumb idiot to fall for grandpa cause they "helped" them
🎶: *Maestro had finally left his quarters after a long period of absence. He hasn't left since he was informed of his beloveds death. The only music that sounds play were the sad songs and his own sounds of grief since he couldn't cry. He entered the tent, hunching over so he could fit through the entryway but then nervously played with his claws. He stopped as he spotted Pom Pom.* Ah... apologies..I didn't think she'd be guarded... By a toy no less.. Please forgive my intrusion. I couldn't stay away from my beloved shika any longer...I had to see her again.
*he clenches one of the eyes on his collar. He was lacking his signature hat so his long blue hair was flowing freely behind him*
i was wondering when you came by, i was gonna personally invite you also
giving a faint shrug before turning and leading Maestro through the tent. The lantern light cast a warm glow across the canvas walls as he guided him toward where Mother rested.
She looked almost like one of those princesses from the old storybooks—laid carefully among blankets and pillows, peaceful despite everything.
anyone she knew is allowed to visit mother, but i can understand your grief for her. She liked you the most ya know?
🎶: A-ah my beautiful shika. She looks so at peace..*he kneels down besides the bed and carefully strokes her hair with his knuckle* I am glad she does. I had plans to paint on her skin since I cannot mark her the traditional way. I will do so when she wakes. *He glances at Pom Pom* you are the goat toy I see around sometimes. Her protector?
mark her huh? Hmph, figured she asked something that
he rolled his eyes, though there was little real annoyance behind it. He climbed up beside Mother and settled himself comfortably at her side.
The upper half of her porcelain form remained uncovered, allowing the web of gold-filled cracks to show clearly, and among them sat the familiar red spider mark along her side.
but yeah im her protector, its what mother made me to be after all, so no one hurts her
Without thinking much about it, Pom Pom reached over and absentmindedly traced the edge of the mark with a plush paw.
🎶: *he leans closer, placing a gentle kiss on her head before pulling back* well you are doing a great job in keeping her safe. Perhaps..I can stay here with you to keep you company and be with her. *He traces the mark as well with a claw* I offered to repaint this and she seemed delighted. I'd rather do so when she is conscious.
🎶: I would cry if I could... But as you can see I lack eyes. *He lifts his collar* these are just fabric that I am able to see out of with my magic. *He decides to then gently pick up Pom Pom to look him over. He hummed with curiosity* but....I would spend eternity waiting for her to return.
