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[fuckyou_chorus]

[The weather around camp has been growing increasingly odd, with the air feeling thicker and thicker by the day. The oddness by the barrier had begun to expand to camp at large - strange echos, odd bursts of light, and a general sense of dread permeating everything

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[bluefalconed]

[walking through the carnival, looking around at everything]

[isanovice]

[ There was one who was also walking through the carnival crowds, looking around.

But he stuck out like a sore thumb, awed, lost, overwhelmed, and obvious in the white robes, the red sash of his order. And the look on his face...

For once, he was completely and utterly dumbfounded, and could not even muster enough control to look impassive. ]

[bluefalconed]

[ Looks and recognizes that hood. He looks at it for a second before walking up to him. ]

I see you have finally decided to grace us with your appearance. [ In spite of the harsh words, there is a smile on Malik's face. ]

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[isanovice]

[isanovice]

Malik-

[ The other being so... calm... is perhaps unsettling in and of itself. But he keeps it together, and the momentary look of shock that had crossed his features becomes neutral, though forced.

He's not sure what to make of the other's smile. ]

What is this? [ He gestures to the carnival around them. ] And where are we?

[bluefalconed]

We are in a place known as Camp Fuck You Die. For the moment, it seems as though the barrier keeping the people of this place from leaving is being fixed and is pulling in others as well. Tell me, have you been assigned a job?

[isanovice]

A what?

[ This explanation only leaves him all the more puzzled. ]

I-

no. Not that I know of. [ Have a frown. ]

[bluefalconed]

Then it would seem that you are only here because of what has happened. No matter, there is a lot that I must catch up on. [ Makes a motion for Altaïr to follow him. ]

[isanovice]

What has happened?

[ Malik you might as well be speaking in another language for all he's understanding right now. Perplexed, he just nods, and slowly begins to follow the other since... he has little other choice. ]

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh you've got to be kidding me...

[isanovice]

[ Nope Shaun, not kidding. Just lost and bewildered. And now he's turning, those hawk eyes of his trained on you. ]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Blue! Blue! Showing up blue!]

let me guess, Malik hasn't given you the little memo about me yet, not that I'm surprised.

[isanovice]

[ You are so lucky Altaïr isn't colour blind. Or pretending to be. ]

No. Who are you?

[ He relaxes a little at the mention of Malik- but... The other is weird. Weirdly dressed, using strange words. Strange. ]

[sharpasafawkes]

Shaun Hastings, officially the camp historian, unofficially just a fella trying not to end this conversation with a bit of pointy metal through my neck.

[isanovice]

[ Altaïr sighs. He's not going to hurt you, Shaun. It's probably not your fault he's here. Look! No hidden blades showing and everything! ]

You are a scholar, then? Then you can provide insight on this place. [ Have a waving hand motion towards the rest of the carnival. ]

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh I can do that like you wouldn't believe, and all the messy little details as well.