#prosopeio

Hi all, 

Got a little news, not updates but current events.

My good friend who got me into doing this in the first place, Prosopeio the Masked, had to go to the hospital last night due to an infection in his elbow. He went through surgery this morning and all went well but he's gonna be stuck in there a few days and be rocking a cast on his main arm for a couple months.

I'm posting this here as well as on his own page so everyone knows whats going on and that he won't be around for a bit. If you feel so inclined drop him a message and wish him well. I know he'll appreciate it :)

I won't muddle this post with my own update stuff just letting everyone know. You all have a good night and I'll have stuff ready for you sometime this week

The first part of Prosopeio's Journey comes with a new addition to his Troupe. Here, we see the format of how Prosopeio's adventures shall be portrayed for all as Lady Lovelace receives a letter alongside a few audio logs from the first leg of Prosopeio's Journey to the Far East.

Thus far, voting seems to be going well! Thank you to those who have voted thus far as to where Prosopeio shall go first! The listing goes as follows

Hippogriffs 2 Zebras 2 Hippocampi (Seaponies) 0 Deer 1 Qilin (Kirin) 3

Prosopeio is off to wander the world, but you, my friends shall help guide his destiny!

The Masked Performer has several destinations, each with a new companion and a race of beings that help run the great wide world that Equestria belongs to. So unto you, dearest friends, do I lay this query. 

What species of this world would you be interested in seeing through the eyes of the masked? 

Hippogriffs.

Zebras

Hippocampi (plural of Hippocampus)

Deer

Qilin

Day 1. One Piece

Name: Prosopeio the Masked Affiliation: None Race: Human Devil Fruit: None

Captain of the Neptune's Mask, a ship built for long distances and large crew sizes, Prosopeio travels the Grand Line, not for treasure, but just for adventure.  Yet to step foot in the new world, the crew of Neptune's Mask is more of a traveling performance troupe, the ship able to transform itself into a floating theater so they can perform anytime, anywhere. The crew is made up of a ragtag bunch, from Magicians, jugglers, and other circus style performers to actors, singers, musicians and the like. And at the helm, the enigmatic Prosopeio  leads them on merry quests to follow random leads or learn of the newest tales of passing by pirates and marines of interest. Or late, he has been hearing many a tale of the Strawhat Pirates, and quite a few ports of call cry for performances based on their adventures.

After hearing so much of them and even putting on sold out shows based on some of their deeds, it has piqued the masked pirate's interest... after all, out of all the pirates of 'That Generation', Monkey D Luffy and his ilk's reputation and deeds have intrigued him the most.

Of course, one does not travel the grand Line without being able to defend one's self... Any who dare impede the progress of the Neptune's Mask soon learn that there are many faces hiding beneath... and the skills all the artists and performers utilize in their acts take a rather violent turn when focused on repelling would be invaders.

Sitting upon a hill, Prosopeio awaited for Luna's moon to reach its zenith. The hour was near, and already he could feel a strange presence growing around him. Reaching into his cape, he pulled out a woven circle of rowan branches, getting up so that it may be in the center of the hilltop. Then, with all the care of handling a newborn babe, Prosopeio removed his mask and set it within the ring. 

Stepping to one side, Prosopeio removed his cape and flung it to one side, not caring where it landed. He would not need it, after all.. since it would only get in the way. Looking up at the silvery moon as it reached its apex, Prosopeio stood tall on his hind legs and spread his forelegs wide.

"By Luna's light, I call out to the blood Children of the Flutter, Scions of the Breeze Lords and Ladies below the Seas Ye of Flowers, Trees and Stone Of Oberon, Titania and the Courtly Homes Those whose forms are never the same Those whose minds can never be sane Revel with me, now in this place So that I might remember our Courtly Grace And unto this mortal world... once more be reborn."

And as he finished, Prosopeio felt, more than heard, his voice echo all around him. Closing his eyes, the performer felt a smile grace his features as he began to dance. A slight pressure on either side of him wrapped around each forehoof, supporting him before he felt his hindhoofs leave the ground. He dared not look, but instead simply felt tears flow down his face as he joined in the joyous laughter that surrounded him, hauntingly nostalgic music suddenly filling the area.

He could picture it in his mind's eye... a castle ballroom that put all others to shame, stretching as far as the eye could see in all directions, with no roof but the night sky above them to allow the full moon to provide light and be guest of honor at the festivities.

Pony-like creatures of all walks of life filled the entire room, from the haughty Flutterponies to the tiny Breezies, from Changelings and Kelpies and Pookas to the poor mortals who would never know how the passage of time meant nothing and the world they knew was either long gone or yet to be established. All reveling under the sweet moonlight, and the two great beings who sat enthroned at the end of the Ballroom, speaking to each other with words that were equal amounts honey and poison with few able to discern which was which save for themselves.

It was here that he was no longer Prosopeio, but someone else... here, that he could simply revel and sing and worry not about little things like mortality, morality and the joys and fears both contained,. Here he could hear songs and tales mortal ponies could barely comprehend and the borders between Waking and Dreaming were simply illusions, for one could exist in both with little care.

But in that eternity of a second, the unmasked pony who was Prosopeio simply sighed. Through some unseen signal, he simply pulled away from the ring dance and bowed to his partners, feeling his hooves touch solid ground once more as he did so.

'Stay! Stay!' they would all say. 'Join the dance, Sing the Song!'

And though their cries were tempting, and many a mortal was lost to the cry, the pony that was Prosopeio simply would shake his head and smile.

"I cannot. For as great as this is, the realm of Mortals is more enjoyable still."

'You called us!' some would cry. 'You came of your own will!'

"And so too, do I leave of the same. For while I am but a pony out there... it pays to remember my roots, and return every so often. Do not fear, brethren... I shall be gone in but an eyeblink."

And as the music, the voices, and even the vast court fade away, the being that was Prosopeio would look to the enthroned rulers and bow deeply, meeting their eyes in a brief glance... before opening his own.

And slowly, the moon continued its journey across the sky as Prosopeio once more regained his mask... gone was the woven circlet of rowan that surrounded it, in its place a circle of mushrooms graced the hilltop, his cape neatly folded nearby. Careful not to disturb the ring of mushrooms, Prosopeio sighed as he took in the view, watching as the moon vanished over the horizon and Celestia's dawn greeted Equestria once more.

"And unto this mortal world... once more be reborn..."