“Greetings. I am Grimm, master of The Grimm Troupe, King of Nightmares.
Most of our poetry is written by one of the troupe’s first recruits, Mot The Poet. He has been present for every ritual.
Cynthia is to thank for the creation and repair of many of the troupe’s silk assets.”
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I’m also over on YouTube! https://youtube.com/@actualmastergrimm?si=p0UTh1FBgeicn9Ya
Asks and other interactions rules/guidelines:
No bigotry!!!
I’m okay with silly suggestive stuff, but NSFW is a big NO. Keep it to yourself.
I’m a person too. Be decent.
Feel free to spam questions
You can try, but anything romantic with Grimm is an uphill a wall a ceiling battle.
Get a good sleep tonight!! …or some other self care rule like that.
(Rules are subject to change)
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Is a reference sheet for a canon character really necessary? I dunno
Grimm is meant to line up pretty well with cannon in-game information. At least, I’m trying.
Grimm is a joyous fellow! A real positivity spewer! Why? Because when I played Hollow Knight the first time, I liked how surprisingly friendly he was. But! It doesn’t mean he won’t get irritated or serious.
Grimm is one with Nightmare King Grimm, The Nightmare’s heart, and all past, present, and future Grimms. Grimm may still speak of the heart and (more commonly) the Grimmchild as if speaking of someone else. “Dance and die and live forever,” or something.
Find out more by asking questions. I wrote a character/lore guide for myself to follow. I would love squeezing those secrets out. On most things I post on my own I’ll tag it with #amgcanon. This canon/non-canon thing only applies to my written lore. Things can be canon to the rp without being canon to my lore. Think of it like three levels of canon-ness.
Blog info:
The name actualmastergrimm isn’t meant to be a superiority thing. I’m no more Grimm than other rp blogs. It’s just matching my YouTube channel @ which I came up with in 5 minutes back in October (2025).
If by some astronomical odds you recognize me from YT, you’ll know that I am dedicated to staying in character, but here I want to give myself more leeway. On my posts and answers to questions, breaking character will look like this:
Changing part way through:
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Out of character from the start:
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For interacting with others, or if my post is small and doesn’t need the large text, I will simply use:
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When in doubt, look for the green! (If I comment on something it’s likely ooc)
I’m new to actually posting stuff on Tumblr. (As of March 2026) Have mercy! Sorry if I miss a social queue or something.
The hunting route recently shifted back to Greymoor - for the main group, at least. With the hunt being a priority, the route was already planned out almost days in advance and, as far as everyone was aware, should have gone smoothly. Or, as smoothly as a hunting party aimed to mitigate a curse.
..Up until Crimson slipped too close near, with everyone almost slowing down directly behind, listening intently at first. Was that…
The very faint sound of accordion- and, like moth to flame, Crimson recognized it quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
Above the sound of a constant downpour, Crimson pulled Wolf along to further investigate (with Fox insisting to come along, with Wispspark close behind).
For anyone else part of the Troupe, what would have been probably seen through heavy rain is Crimson very much standing very still (were they debating on what to do? Were they looking for a direct confirmation that they weren't in fact seeing things?), two vessels, and one very soggy fox.
(hi it's @wolf-and-fox hiiii waves excitedly) ))
“We have been over this countless times. Yes, I could stack the deck with ease, but I did not do it, Cynthia!”
Grimm holds his hands up innocently outside the main tent. Beside him, a weaver scolds, she looks and sounds old.
“You would lie to me and cheat while playing Hearts! ‘I also see myself as somewhat of a magician.’ That is what you said to me one of the first times we spoke!”
“Does that imply that I cheat in cards games??”
Amusingly to him, Grimm’s face gets a swat. Neither of them notice the group in the distance.
Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting.
Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.
Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them.
Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing?
They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.
Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working.
I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them.
They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.
The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake.
Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian.
Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.
Could Crimson also be related to the Grimm that houses Incubo? Their forms are quite different, but who knows what is possible.
Grimm bows his head to Wolf respectfully. “So you are a Grimmchild. You are not the first I have met, so I do wonder what you know about your biological father. It is.. not me, of course.”
Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence.
He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know.
It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible.
Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident.
That felt safe enough to say for now.
Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.
Scarlet! Scarlet and Crimson are siblings! Grimm had met them and their father within such a short amount of time. What are the odds? What was it about Pharloom that causes him to meet all sorts of unique bugs?
“Yes! It was Scarlet! I met your father, and Scarlet, and now you!”
Crimson almost shrinks back out of sheer bafflement, trying to click together pieces in their head, but the internal surge of hope overpowered that particular question with more pressing matters.
Wait- you saw them? Are they okay? More importantly, are they alive?
They forgot to keep their voice at their usual volume, equally being startled by just how much hope and concern they could somehow put in their own voice.
Crimson seemed nice. Grimm wanted to comfort them.
“Yes. Both are alive. I offered Scarlet food and rest when we met, and I have met with Grimm multiple times. He and I are quite different, yet good friends.”
It’s probably best if he didn’t bring up the conflict between Incubo, Grimm, and Scarlet.
Crimson, despite the earlier bafflement, looked- genuinely invested in this. They almost looked equally overjoyed at the notion that Scarlet was alive and doing moderately okay. That was a potential crisis narrowly dodged, to them.
The best noise they could make was a droning warble for a few seconds, before finding the proper words.
It's good to hear that you three- I think?- are doing alright, yeah. Just… overall.
They quietly fidget with their paws, thinking.
The hunting route recently shifted back to Greymoor - for the main group, at least. With the hunt being a priority, the route was already planned out almost days in advance and, as far as everyone was aware, should have gone smoothly. Or, as smoothly as a hunting party aimed to mitigate a curse.
..Up until Crimson slipped too close near, with everyone almost slowing down directly behind, listening intently at first. Was that…
The very faint sound of accordion- and, like moth to flame, Crimson recognized it quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
Above the sound of a constant downpour, Crimson pulled Wolf along to further investigate (with Fox insisting to come along, with Wispspark close behind).
For anyone else part of the Troupe, what would have been probably seen through heavy rain is Crimson very much standing very still (were they debating on what to do? Were they looking for a direct confirmation that they weren't in fact seeing things?), two vessels, and one very soggy fox.
(hi it's @wolf-and-fox hiiii waves excitedly) ))
“We have been over this countless times. Yes, I could stack the deck with ease, but I did not do it, Cynthia!”
Grimm holds his hands up innocently outside the main tent. Beside him, a weaver scolds, she looks and sounds old.
“You would lie to me and cheat while playing Hearts! ‘I also see myself as somewhat of a magician.’ That is what you said to me one of the first times we spoke!”
“Does that imply that I cheat in cards games??”
Amusingly to him, Grimm’s face gets a swat. Neither of them notice the group in the distance.
Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting.
Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.
Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them.
Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing?
They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.
Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working.
I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them.
They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.
The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake.
Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian.
Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.
Could Crimson also be related to the Grimm that houses Incubo? Their forms are quite different, but who knows what is possible.
Grimm bows his head to Wolf respectfully. “So you are a Grimmchild. You are not the first I have met, so I do wonder what you know about your biological father. It is.. not me, of course.”
Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence.
He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know.
It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible.
Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident.
That felt safe enough to say for now.
Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.
Scarlet! Scarlet and Crimson are siblings! Grimm had met them and their father within such a short amount of time. What are the odds? What was it about Pharloom that causes him to meet all sorts of unique bugs?
“Yes! It was Scarlet! I met your father, and Scarlet, and now you!”
Crimson almost shrinks back out of sheer bafflement, trying to click together pieces in their head, but the internal surge of hope overpowered that particular question with more pressing matters.
Wait- you saw them? Are they okay? More importantly, are they alive?
They forgot to keep their voice at their usual volume, equally being startled by just how much hope and concern they could somehow put in their own voice.
Crimson seemed nice. Grimm wanted to comfort them.
“Yes. Both are alive. I offered Scarlet food and rest when we met, and I have met with Grimm multiple times. He and I are quite different, yet good friends.”
It’s probably best if he didn’t bring up the conflict between Incubo, Grimm, and Scarlet.
The hunting route recently shifted back to Greymoor - for the main group, at least. With the hunt being a priority, the route was already planned out almost days in advance and, as far as everyone was aware, should have gone smoothly. Or, as smoothly as a hunting party aimed to mitigate a curse.
..Up until Crimson slipped too close near, with everyone almost slowing down directly behind, listening intently at first. Was that…
The very faint sound of accordion- and, like moth to flame, Crimson recognized it quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
Above the sound of a constant downpour, Crimson pulled Wolf along to further investigate (with Fox insisting to come along, with Wispspark close behind).
For anyone else part of the Troupe, what would have been probably seen through heavy rain is Crimson very much standing very still (were they debating on what to do? Were they looking for a direct confirmation that they weren't in fact seeing things?), two vessels, and one very soggy fox.
(hi it's @wolf-and-fox hiiii waves excitedly) ))
“We have been over this countless times. Yes, I could stack the deck with ease, but I did not do it, Cynthia!”
Grimm holds his hands up innocently outside the main tent. Beside him, a weaver scolds, she looks and sounds old.
“You would lie to me and cheat while playing Hearts! ‘I also see myself as somewhat of a magician.’ That is what you said to me one of the first times we spoke!”
“Does that imply that I cheat in cards games??”
Amusingly to him, Grimm’s face gets a swat. Neither of them notice the group in the distance.
Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting.
Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.
Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them.
Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing?
They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.
Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working.
I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them.
They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.
The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake.
Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian.
Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.
Could Crimson also be related to the Grimm that houses Incubo? Their forms are quite different, but who knows what is possible.
Grimm bows his head to Wolf respectfully. “So you are a Grimmchild. You are not the first I have met, so I do wonder what you know about your biological father. It is.. not me, of course.”
Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence.
He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know.
It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible.
Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident.
That felt safe enough to say for now.
Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.
Scarlet! Scarlet and Crimson are siblings! Grimm had met them and their father within such a short amount of time. What are the odds? What was it about Pharloom that causes him to meet all sorts of unique bugs?
“Yes! It was Scarlet! I met your father, and Scarlet, and now you!”
The hunting route recently shifted back to Greymoor - for the main group, at least. With the hunt being a priority, the route was already planned out almost days in advance and, as far as everyone was aware, should have gone smoothly. Or, as smoothly as a hunting party aimed to mitigate a curse.
..Up until Crimson slipped too close near, with everyone almost slowing down directly behind, listening intently at first. Was that…
The very faint sound of accordion- and, like moth to flame, Crimson recognized it quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
Above the sound of a constant downpour, Crimson pulled Wolf along to further investigate (with Fox insisting to come along, with Wispspark close behind).
For anyone else part of the Troupe, what would have been probably seen through heavy rain is Crimson very much standing very still (were they debating on what to do? Were they looking for a direct confirmation that they weren't in fact seeing things?), two vessels, and one very soggy fox.
(hi it's @wolf-and-fox hiiii waves excitedly) ))
“We have been over this countless times. Yes, I could stack the deck with ease, but I did not do it, Cynthia!”
Grimm holds his hands up innocently outside the main tent. Beside him, a weaver scolds, she looks and sounds old.
“You would lie to me and cheat while playing Hearts! ‘I also see myself as somewhat of a magician.’ That is what you said to me one of the first times we spoke!”
“Does that imply that I cheat in cards games??”
Amusingly to him, Grimm’s face gets a swat. Neither of them notice the group in the distance.
Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting.
Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.
Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them.
Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing?
They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.
Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working.
I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them.
They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.
The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake.
Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian.
Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.
Could Crimson also be related to the Grimm that houses Incubo? Their forms are quite different, but who knows what is possible.
Grimm bows his head to Wolf respectfully. “So you are a Grimmchild. You are not the first I have met, so I do wonder what you know about your biological father. It is.. not me, of course.”
The hunting route recently shifted back to Greymoor - for the main group, at least. With the hunt being a priority, the route was already planned out almost days in advance and, as far as everyone was aware, should have gone smoothly. Or, as smoothly as a hunting party aimed to mitigate a curse.
..Up until Crimson slipped too close near, with everyone almost slowing down directly behind, listening intently at first. Was that…
The very faint sound of accordion- and, like moth to flame, Crimson recognized it quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
Above the sound of a constant downpour, Crimson pulled Wolf along to further investigate (with Fox insisting to come along, with Wispspark close behind).
For anyone else part of the Troupe, what would have been probably seen through heavy rain is Crimson very much standing very still (were they debating on what to do? Were they looking for a direct confirmation that they weren't in fact seeing things?), two vessels, and one very soggy fox.
(hi it's @wolf-and-fox hiiii waves excitedly) ))
“We have been over this countless times. Yes, I could stack the deck with ease, but I did not do it, Cynthia!”
Grimm holds his hands up innocently outside the main tent. Beside him, a weaver scolds, she looks and sounds old.
“You would lie to me and cheat while playing Hearts! ‘I also see myself as somewhat of a magician.’ That is what you said to me one of the first times we spoke!”
“Does that imply that I cheat in cards games??”
Amusingly to him, Grimm’s face gets a swat. Neither of them notice the group in the distance.
Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting.
Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.
Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them.
Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing?
They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.
Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working.
I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them.
They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.
Grimm could use the aid of someone less conspicuous. He already had someone in mind: Nightshade. No one needed to be killed yet, but perhaps she would be willing to investigate them. He took the first opportunity he could to pull her from dream to nightmare.
Nightshade hears a familiar voice from all directions.
“Welcome to the Nightmare Realm, my friend. You and I have met before, and now I require and am willing to pay for your service.”
*Nightshade looked over to Grimm, wherever he was as her antenna twitched*
Well, this is certainly a unique way of reaching out to me, Grimm...
What portion of my work do you need? Tracking? Dispatch? Intel collection?
I require information more than payment. Payment is merely requested to compensate for my time invested in such required job needs
*She, strangely, didn't seem too fazed with the Nightmare Realm. Though, considering her work as an assassin and that she has likely had more than her fair share of eliminating people without batting an antenna much less guilt regarding that*
Grimm reveals himself, looking far more serious than friendly. His cloak writhes.
“Information is precisely what I seek, but first, some illumination is required. Someone very dear to me: Rosy, a moth, approached me with news. She informed me that she would be becoming a ‘conductor’.”
Grimm was clearly getting irritated just thinking about what happened.
“The conductor by their side, Mizello, said that Rosy would have their crest permanently altered, and be put into an immobile state for an extended amount of time! I protested such a horrible idea, of course, but that monster insists. Even worse, I learned that Mizello has already hurt Rosy. He infested Rosy’s body with silk through a ritual without telling him. It causes Rosy pain, and Mizello says the only way to mend the problem he caused is to have Rosy go through that horrific process.”
The description of the events was drenched in a tone of disgust.
“Do not be fooled by his innocent demeanour. Something reeks. I would have killed the rotten thing myself if Rosy did not seem to care about him. Not all is dull, however. I managed to convince Rosy to seek true help, so that Mizello’s ritual would not be necessary. He has convinced Rosy that being a conductor is worth it, and she said that she will consider it in the future.”
Grimm makes an effort to calm himself.
“That is where you come in. I have sent my kin to investigate Pharloom’s ‘conductors’, but I could use someone with your skills. I need you to dig up every dirty little secret about them you possibly can, with an emphasis on finding on finding out more about their rituals, especially turning others into conductors. I need proof that it should not be done. I need to be sure Rosy is safe, and I am willing to pay, a lot.”
*Nightshade let out a soft scoff, seeming to believe this task will be easy*
Nothing to concern yourself, Master Grimm, in regards of payment. I graciously accept your desire for intel on a dear companion.
*She bows, her dark wings spreading out a bit as she did so, a determined yet satisfied expression in her features*
I shall make haste for the so called Citadel then. If this is the more preferred manner of reaching me, then I shan't mind that much. Not that I have many nightmares for you to sate such a realm with.
*She rises from her bow and nodded, accepting what she needed to do. Intel gathering on these "conductors" and how one is to become one*
“Despite the generosity of your offer to perform this job without any payment, I may insist once sufficient evidence is gathered.”
The Nightmare King mirrors Nightshade’s bow.
“My realm is ideal for meeting, as I can be sure there are no prying eyes. I have no intention to draw out what tiny amount of fear you seem to have.”
He notices how confident she seems.
“I believe I have found the right bug for the job. You can consider yourself valued by the troupe, and I shall also consider you for future jobs. Do you wish to bring forth any questions, relevant or not, before I allow you to wake?”
So be it, Master Grimm, I shan't deny your wishes to pay me once I have collected the information you seek.
Don't doubt my expertise that much. I'm not reckless enough allow any one to catch wind of my work. Quite particularly those that are the targets, whether for intel catching or dispatching... though I suppose if one catches wind of my mission to dispatch, it's their loss as paranoia leads to recklessness
*The moth hummed for a moment, thinking a little bit before a few questions came to mind*
How would you like the quality of the information I will relay to you? I will warn you that I, like any non-mechanized creature, am prone to making mistakes. My inconspicuous talent is not the problem but rather my ability to have perfect memory.
Now, My capabilities will not allow important details to slip past but I may summarize a few things.
Oh, and how frequently would you wish to be clued in on this information? Time is of utmost importance, is that correct?
“Yes. The sooner we are able to learn the true nature of the conductors and the ritual, the better. Document your findings if you are able. It will make for less memorizing. I shall be bringing you here whenever you sleep, if you do not mind. If you are unable to document, I shall do so after speaking with you. Is that acceptable?”
Perfectly fine by me, Grimm. I'll be sure to make note of what I find and hear. I won't fail you, I'd have to be out of sanity to allow myself to get caught
*Nightshade nodded, her antenna twitching with determination. Yes, she is not one to seal allegiances to anyone outside of something temporary for the sake of a job but she did find a rare fondness for the Grimm Troupe*
Grimm appreciated the ideal mix of confidence and professionalism Nightshade had.
“Then I shall keep you no longer. I have confidence in you.”
Grimm flourishes his cloak with a big forward wave of his arm, and Nightshade’s vision begins to go dark. The last thing she sees within the darkness before waking is the scarlet eyes of the bowing nightmare king.
You may remember that I recently attended one of your performances. I was accompanying à small mossgrub, and we conversed before the show.
I write to you so you may be made aware of some developments which will change the way you must think and speak of me.
I am no longer to be refered to as Lace, or as à woman. I am now Thorn. I am à man. I wish to be refered to as such.
Grimm barely touches the floor as he storms through the tent to reach his private room. Looking at the walls brings the temptation to claw and slash open the tent. He hated that he had just spent time with Mizello and The Radiance. If Rosy had not been there, he would have completely lost it. He can hardly believe how The Radiance wasn’t the least bearable one there. Grimm knows he’s in a sour enough mood to not be very pleasant to talk to. Better to avoid talking to any other troupe members.
He feels the instinct to bury himself in his work, but maybe... he could follow Rosy’s advice, and try sleeping.
“…there is nothing better than relaxation after a long time of work…”
Grimm leaps up to the ceiling. Looking down, he can imagine descending onto unsuspecting prey below. He tries to focus on calming down for a few very long moments. The effort is hopeless. It’s better to do more work anyways. His cloak billows while dropping back down. The revenue from the last performance still needed to be counted, so he-
“Non-explosive mail for you, Master!” The voice of one of the Grimmkin comes from outside the room.
“Drop it inside. You are dismissed.” His response sounded far more angry than he intended it to.
Grimm picked up the letter, opened it, and read it. It was calming to have something not work related to read, and Thorn’s self-discovery was uplifting.
“He thought to inform me… that is wonderful!”
Pink smoke is scattered about as he vanishes to place the letter in the troupe’s archives.
Grimm could use the aid of someone less conspicuous. He already had someone in mind: Nightshade. No one needed to be killed yet, but perhaps she would be willing to investigate them. He took the first opportunity he could to pull her from dream to nightmare.
Nightshade hears a familiar voice from all directions.
“Welcome to the Nightmare Realm, my friend. You and I have met before, and now I require and am willing to pay for your service.”
*Nightshade looked over to Grimm, wherever he was as her antenna twitched*
Well, this is certainly a unique way of reaching out to me, Grimm...
What portion of my work do you need? Tracking? Dispatch? Intel collection?
I require information more than payment. Payment is merely requested to compensate for my time invested in such required job needs
*She, strangely, didn't seem too fazed with the Nightmare Realm. Though, considering her work as an assassin and that she has likely had more than her fair share of eliminating people without batting an antenna much less guilt regarding that*
Grimm reveals himself, looking far more serious than friendly. His cloak writhes.
“Information is precisely what I seek, but first, some illumination is required. Someone very dear to me: Rosy, a moth, approached me with news. She informed me that she would be becoming a ‘conductor’.”
Grimm was clearly getting irritated just thinking about what happened.
“The conductor by their side, Mizello, said that Rosy would have their crest permanently altered, and be put into an immobile state for an extended amount of time! I protested such a horrible idea, of course, but that monster insists. Even worse, I learned that Mizello has already hurt Rosy. He infested Rosy’s body with silk through a ritual without telling him. It causes Rosy pain, and Mizello says the only way to mend the problem he caused is to have Rosy go through that horrific process.”
The description of the events was drenched in a tone of disgust.
“Do not be fooled by his innocent demeanour. Something reeks. I would have killed the rotten thing myself if Rosy did not seem to care about him. Not all is dull, however. I managed to convince Rosy to seek true help, so that Mizello’s ritual would not be necessary. He has convinced Rosy that being a conductor is worth it, and she said that she will consider it in the future.”
Grimm makes an effort to calm himself.
“That is where you come in. I have sent my kin to investigate Pharloom’s ‘conductors’, but I could use someone with your skills. I need you to dig up every dirty little secret about them you possibly can, with an emphasis on finding on finding out more about their rituals, especially turning others into conductors. I need proof that it should not be done. I need to be sure Rosy is safe, and I am willing to pay, a lot.”
*Nightshade let out a soft scoff, seeming to believe this task will be easy*
Nothing to concern yourself, Master Grimm, in regards of payment. I graciously accept your desire for intel on a dear companion.
*She bows, her dark wings spreading out a bit as she did so, a determined yet satisfied expression in her features*
I shall make haste for the so called Citadel then. If this is the more preferred manner of reaching me, then I shan't mind that much. Not that I have many nightmares for you to sate such a realm with.
*She rises from her bow and nodded, accepting what she needed to do. Intel gathering on these "conductors" and how one is to become one*
“Despite the generosity of your offer to perform this job without any payment, I may insist once sufficient evidence is gathered.”
The Nightmare King mirrors Nightshade’s bow.
“My realm is ideal for meeting, as I can be sure there are no prying eyes. I have no intention to draw out what tiny amount of fear you seem to have.”
He notices how confident she seems.
“I believe I have found the right bug for the job. You can consider yourself valued by the troupe, and I shall also consider you for future jobs. Do you wish to bring forth any questions, relevant or not, before I allow you to wake?”
So be it, Master Grimm, I shan't deny your wishes to pay me once I have collected the information you seek.
Don't doubt my expertise that much. I'm not reckless enough allow any one to catch wind of my work. Quite particularly those that are the targets, whether for intel catching or dispatching... though I suppose if one catches wind of my mission to dispatch, it's their loss as paranoia leads to recklessness
*The moth hummed for a moment, thinking a little bit before a few questions came to mind*
How would you like the quality of the information I will relay to you? I will warn you that I, like any non-mechanized creature, am prone to making mistakes. My inconspicuous talent is not the problem but rather my ability to have perfect memory.
Now, My capabilities will not allow important details to slip past but I may summarize a few things.
Oh, and how frequently would you wish to be clued in on this information? Time is of utmost importance, is that correct?
“Yes. The sooner we are able to learn the true nature of the conductors and the ritual, the better. Document your findings if you are able. It will make for less memorizing. I shall be bringing you here whenever you sleep, if you do not mind. If you are unable to document, I shall do so after speaking with you. Is that acceptable?”
The hunting route recently shifted back to Greymoor - for the main group, at least. With the hunt being a priority, the route was already planned out almost days in advance and, as far as everyone was aware, should have gone smoothly. Or, as smoothly as a hunting party aimed to mitigate a curse.
..Up until Crimson slipped too close near, with everyone almost slowing down directly behind, listening intently at first. Was that…
The very faint sound of accordion- and, like moth to flame, Crimson recognized it quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
Above the sound of a constant downpour, Crimson pulled Wolf along to further investigate (with Fox insisting to come along, with Wispspark close behind).
For anyone else part of the Troupe, what would have been probably seen through heavy rain is Crimson very much standing very still (were they debating on what to do? Were they looking for a direct confirmation that they weren't in fact seeing things?), two vessels, and one very soggy fox.
(hi it's @wolf-and-fox hiiii waves excitedly) ))
“We have been over this countless times. Yes, I could stack the deck with ease, but I did not do it, Cynthia!”
Grimm holds his hands up innocently outside the main tent. Beside him, a weaver scolds, she looks and sounds old.
“You would lie to me and cheat while playing Hearts! ‘I also see myself as somewhat of a magician.’ That is what you said to me one of the first times we spoke!”
“Does that imply that I cheat in cards games??”
Amusingly to him, Grimm’s face gets a swat. Neither of them notice the group in the distance.
Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting.
Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.
Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them.
Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing?
They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.
Grimm could use the aid of someone less conspicuous. He already had someone in mind: Nightshade. No one needed to be killed yet, but perhaps she would be willing to investigate them. He took the first opportunity he could to pull her from dream to nightmare.
Nightshade hears a familiar voice from all directions.
“Welcome to the Nightmare Realm, my friend. You and I have met before, and now I require and am willing to pay for your service.”
*Nightshade looked over to Grimm, wherever he was as her antenna twitched*
Well, this is certainly a unique way of reaching out to me, Grimm...
What portion of my work do you need? Tracking? Dispatch? Intel collection?
I require information more than payment. Payment is merely requested to compensate for my time invested in such required job needs
*She, strangely, didn't seem too fazed with the Nightmare Realm. Though, considering her work as an assassin and that she has likely had more than her fair share of eliminating people without batting an antenna much less guilt regarding that*
Grimm reveals himself, looking far more serious than friendly. His cloak writhes.
“Information is precisely what I seek, but first, some illumination is required. Someone very dear to me: Rosy, a moth, approached me with news. She informed me that she would be becoming a ‘conductor’.”
Grimm was clearly getting irritated just thinking about what happened.
“The conductor by their side, Mizello, said that Rosy would have their crest permanently altered, and be put into an immobile state for an extended amount of time! I protested such a horrible idea, of course, but that monster insists. Even worse, I learned that Mizello has already hurt Rosy. He infested Rosy’s body with silk through a ritual without telling him. It causes Rosy pain, and Mizello says the only way to mend the problem he caused is to have Rosy go through that horrific process.”
The description of the events was drenched in a tone of disgust.
“Do not be fooled by his innocent demeanour. Something reeks. I would have killed the rotten thing myself if Rosy did not seem to care about him. Not all is dull, however. I managed to convince Rosy to seek true help, so that Mizello’s ritual would not be necessary. He has convinced Rosy that being a conductor is worth it, and she said that she will consider it in the future.”
Grimm makes an effort to calm himself.
“That is where you come in. I have sent my kin to investigate Pharloom’s ‘conductors’, but I could use someone with your skills. I need you to dig up every dirty little secret about them you possibly can, with an emphasis on finding on finding out more about their rituals, especially turning others into conductors. I need proof that it should not be done. I need to be sure Rosy is safe, and I am willing to pay, a lot.”
*Nightshade let out a soft scoff, seeming to believe this task will be easy*
Nothing to concern yourself, Master Grimm, in regards of payment. I graciously accept your desire for intel on a dear companion.
*She bows, her dark wings spreading out a bit as she did so, a determined yet satisfied expression in her features*
I shall make haste for the so called Citadel then. If this is the more preferred manner of reaching me, then I shan't mind that much. Not that I have many nightmares for you to sate such a realm with.
*She rises from her bow and nodded, accepting what she needed to do. Intel gathering on these "conductors" and how one is to become one*
“Despite the generosity of your offer to perform this job without any payment, I may insist once sufficient evidence is gathered.”
The Nightmare King mirrors Nightshade’s bow.
“My realm is ideal for meeting, as I can be sure there are no prying eyes. I have no intention to draw out what tiny amount of fear you seem to have.”
He notices how confident she seems.
“I believe I have found the right bug for the job. You can consider yourself valued by the troupe, and I shall also consider you for future jobs. Do you wish to bring forth any questions, relevant or not, before I allow you to wake?”
The hunting route recently shifted back to Greymoor - for the main group, at least. With the hunt being a priority, the route was already planned out almost days in advance and, as far as everyone was aware, should have gone smoothly. Or, as smoothly as a hunting party aimed to mitigate a curse.
..Up until Crimson slipped too close near, with everyone almost slowing down directly behind, listening intently at first. Was that…
The very faint sound of accordion- and, like moth to flame, Crimson recognized it quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
Above the sound of a constant downpour, Crimson pulled Wolf along to further investigate (with Fox insisting to come along, with Wispspark close behind).
For anyone else part of the Troupe, what would have been probably seen through heavy rain is Crimson very much standing very still (were they debating on what to do? Were they looking for a direct confirmation that they weren't in fact seeing things?), two vessels, and one very soggy fox.
(hi it's @wolf-and-fox hiiii waves excitedly) ))
“We have been over this countless times. Yes, I could stack the deck with ease, but I did not do it, Cynthia!”
Grimm holds his hands up innocently outside the main tent. Beside him, a weaver scolds, she looks and sounds old.
“You would lie to me and cheat while playing Hearts! ‘I also see myself as somewhat of a magician.’ That is what you said to me one of the first times we spoke!”
“Does that imply that I cheat in cards games??”
Amusingly to him, Grimm’s face gets a swat. Neither of them notice the group in the distance.
Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting.
Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.
Grimm could use the aid of someone less conspicuous. He already had someone in mind: Nightshade. No one needed to be killed yet, but perhaps she would be willing to investigate them. He took the first opportunity he could to pull her from dream to nightmare.
Nightshade hears a familiar voice from all directions.
“Welcome to the Nightmare Realm, my friend. You and I have met before, and now I require and am willing to pay for your service.”
*Nightshade looked over to Grimm, wherever he was as her antenna twitched*
Well, this is certainly a unique way of reaching out to me, Grimm...
What portion of my work do you need? Tracking? Dispatch? Intel collection?
I require information more than payment. Payment is merely requested to compensate for my time invested in such required job needs
*She, strangely, didn't seem too fazed with the Nightmare Realm. Though, considering her work as an assassin and that she has likely had more than her fair share of eliminating people without batting an antenna much less guilt regarding that*
Grimm reveals himself, looking far more serious than friendly. His cloak writhes.
“Information is precisely what I seek, but first, some illumination is required. Someone very dear to me: Rosy, a moth, approached me with news. She informed me that she would be becoming a ‘conductor’.”
Grimm was clearly getting irritated just thinking about what happened.
“The conductor by their side, Mizello, said that Rosy would have their crest permanently altered, and be put into an immobile state for an extended amount of time! I protested such a horrible idea, of course, but that monster insists. Even worse, I learned that Mizello has already hurt Rosy. He infested Rosy’s body with silk through a ritual without telling him. It causes Rosy pain, and Mizello says the only way to mend the problem he caused is to have Rosy go through that horrific process.”
The description of the events was drenched in a tone of disgust.
“Do not be fooled by his innocent demeanour. Something reeks. I would have killed the rotten thing myself if Rosy did not seem to care about him. Not all is dull, however. I managed to convince Rosy to seek true help, so that Mizello’s ritual would not be necessary. He has convinced Rosy that being a conductor is worth it, and she said that she will consider it in the future.”
Grimm makes an effort to calm himself.
“That is where you come in. I have sent my kin to investigate Pharloom’s ‘conductors’, but I could use someone with your skills. I need you to dig up every dirty little secret about them you possibly can, with an emphasis on finding on finding out more about their rituals, especially turning others into conductors. I need proof that it should not be done. I need to be sure Rosy is safe, and I am willing to pay, a lot.”
The hunting route recently shifted back to Greymoor - for the main group, at least. With the hunt being a priority, the route was already planned out almost days in advance and, as far as everyone was aware, should have gone smoothly. Or, as smoothly as a hunting party aimed to mitigate a curse.
..Up until Crimson slipped too close near, with everyone almost slowing down directly behind, listening intently at first. Was that…
The very faint sound of accordion- and, like moth to flame, Crimson recognized it quickly. Perhaps too quickly.
Above the sound of a constant downpour, Crimson pulled Wolf along to further investigate (with Fox insisting to come along, with Wispspark close behind).
For anyone else part of the Troupe, what would have been probably seen through heavy rain is Crimson very much standing very still (were they debating on what to do? Were they looking for a direct confirmation that they weren't in fact seeing things?), two vessels, and one very soggy fox.
(hi it's @wolf-and-fox hiiii waves excitedly) ))
“We have been over this countless times. Yes, I could stack the deck with ease, but I did not do it, Cynthia!”
Grimm holds his hands up innocently outside the main tent. Beside him, a weaver scolds, she looks and sounds old.
“You would lie to me and cheat while playing Hearts! ‘I also see myself as somewhat of a magician.’ That is what you said to me one of the first times we spoke!”
“Does that imply that I cheat in cards games??”
Amusingly to him, Grimm’s face gets a swat. Neither of them notice the group in the distance.
*After a long while, Rosy seems completely at ease within the waters of her spa. She leans away from Mizello slightly, pressing against Grimm's side*
I think I am ready to see the Radiant Mother now...
*He lifts himself out of the water, and grabs the Dream Drum. Swinging it slowly, a soothing tune forms a sort of rift within the spa. The rift floats towards Rosy's head, and she falls asleep against the spa's wall. All it would take to join her is to touch the rift, which looks like a yellow scar upon her forehead*
~@rosy-official
Grimm reaches towards the rift with a shaky hand. He would have to be there, see her, speak to her.
But it had to be done. Without a word, Grimm enters the Dream Realm.
-Mizello has no fear, no doubt. Why would they? They were sure that the Radiance would be on their side, and all they'd have to do is just sit there and look pretty-
N-Nothing has been broken, Radiant Mother. We were just having a small... dispute of sorts.
*she takes a deep breath*
There are strands of silk within my body that hurt me tremendously whenever i hear a certain song. Mizello here says the only way to fix it is to make me a Conductor of the Citadel, while Grimm says that would make everything worse for me. I am... torn between the two options... and i wanted to know if you could help...
Grimm barely hears Rosy. He had been fearful all this time, and now he was face to face with The Radiance once again. Instead of fear, he feels only anger.
“Sibling!? During that ever long ago time, you treated me as though I was worthless! Now you call me by a title that brings us closer than we ever were!? You cannot possib- you..”
“I..” He stares up at The Radiance. “… am fine. Yes”
He focuses on remembering why they are there, and remembering that this isn’t her.
“Please. I would not come to you if I were not desperate. Help Rosy. Mizello’s solution involves permanently altering Rosy’s crest, and leaving them immobile for a time. She is a moth. Surely… you can help… please…”
He was begging. He knew he was begging. It reminded him of-
He hated begging yet at the same time didn’t care.
-desperate, desperate God. How much had the troupe fallen since Mizello had last visited? Mizello had never seen a higher being beg before, and now they have decided they never want to see one do it again -- especially one that acted so high and mighty just moments earlier, and like he was the only rational one in the conversation. How hypocritical can you be?-
It's only for a week or so, calm down 7_7. Also the permanent alteration isn't that bad >p<!! It helps you and gives you new abilities :3! She will be totally and absolutely fine UwU plus, Ive already undergone the whole crest thing, and nothing changed 7w7 it's alright :D!
Mixed emotions rattle around inside Grimm’s mind. Partly anger at what Mizello had done, partly sadness at the thought of Rosy hurting, yet relief from The Radiance’s promise was also present.
He makes an effort to meet her eyes, and whispers.
It is so fine >∆<! Its just like going to sleep for a week :3! Not like it's that long -w- also, if I remember correctly, the silk is basically everywhere in your body :p due to the whole failed ritual thing UwU your body is predisposed to absorb more silk whenever the song comes on :D! Usually it hurts, but ejects itself once the song is over :)! But because of the whole failing thing 737,,, the silk can't do that O.o
Also, the Brand doesn't alter your body UwU! Well, it adds a little citadel symbol OwO but besides that TwT
Mizello… he did something to Rosy… and didn’t even tell them! That fucking bastard! What right does he have to just do things to bugs!?
“What have you DONE!? You performed a ritual with even telling him!? What is wrong with you!? And do not brush this off as nothing! It is completely unacceptable!”
If he wanted to rip him apart, now would be a very good opportunity, with him being in the form of the Nightmare King and having The Radiance on his side for a change, but he manages to hold back.
Well I figured saying "this song will make you a conductor" and then singing the song would be pretty obvious that it was a ritual >∆<!!!! And plus it didn't even fully work out 7_7 which is why Im saying Rosy should get the brand UwU so Rosy can be okay again :D! This is all just a big misunderstanding 7w7
-Mizello, now thinking about what would happen if Rosy didn't accept being a conductor. Maybe they could breed some kind of parasite that eats all the silk in someone's body?-
A misunderstanding of the HIGHEST proportion. You have royally fucked up, do you understand? When rituals and magical modification is involved, especially PERMANENT things, being very clear and communicating everything is CRITICAL.
*She doesn't exactly know what to think. In truth, she feels like a fool. He had told her that they would sing, and it would mark her as a conductor. but without a change as drastic as the Brand, she assumed it was a more metaphorical thing*
Mizello... I-I... m-maybe you should just go, now. M-Mother here will fix the problem, and once i wake up I'll be good as new!! A-And then we can just... put this behind us!
Relief washed over Grimm once again. Never did he think there would be a day he was thankful for The Radiance, even if this one wasn’t her. As long as Rosy is safe. She is all that matters in this moment anyway.
Would Rosy want him to put an arm around them now? A hand on their shoulder? Maybe he should wait until after The Radiance fixes things. Would Rosy even want anything to do with him afterwards? He’d made himself appear as a raging madbug.
Alright, alright, I know that now -3-, no wonder the Weavers were all so adamant to put up little signs saying what our purposes were O.o at least Rosy knows now :3!
Also, I don't know if you mom knows how to fix the problem 737, though, she did say she could :)! Though, you know, Id still like you to become a conductor with me :(
Awe, but what if Rosy forgets ><! Then I'll be left waiting and it'll never be resolved for either of us :(! And I did wait quite a while to talk to Rosy about this again 737
Though, I understand Rosy :3! It's a big thing @w@ so we can wait until you're fully prepared ^w^!!
-Mizello fumbled with their mantle a little. The silk felt like how it did when Mizello first got it, Mizello hadn't noticed that before-
So, can we all go get ice cream now that we have this solved :3? Oh, and id like to help too Rosy :D!! Though, I don't exactly know how to help the best ToT
-Mizello did really want Rosy to become a conductor. They hoped Radi wouldn't be able to fix the problem-
*Rosy felt wholly uncomfortable with everybody in the room. A part of her believed Grimm was taking everything too seriously, yet Mizello was dangerously flippant. The Radiant Mother, while her presence was soothing, seemed more unsure than Rosy thought she would have. Then again, maybe that was just her own head messing with her...*
[A thought passes through Lace's mind, that it wpuld have been great if Phantom was here. Phantom wants to hear Lamina laugh more than she does, don't they? She will have to do this again when they are both back at the organ.]
[The thought doesn't stay for long, however. She has arrived to the far edge of Greymoor, near Bellhart.]
Lamina, tell me. Where is the bellhome you spoke of?
“You look marvellous, Lamina! I would hardly be able to tell you apart from those in my troupe.”
His arms flourish dramatically as he explains.
“This will be a show of dancing flames, startling stunts! It is one of our circus acts! My personal favourite kind of performance.”
He pats Lamina and shakes off excess green fluff that gets on his hand.
“When I had said ‘we shall perform’ I meant my troupe and I. You will simply be watching this show, but don’t fret! If the stage calls to you and you are willing to rehearse, I would allow you to join a future performance.”
“We begin once the crowds arrive. I do not think it will take long. I do hope that you enjoy it.”
An idea strikes a smile onto Grimm’s face.
“Lamina, you wish to set something ablaze. Yes? My.. unorthodox method of creating flame takes others a long time to master, but we can play pretend!”
He pulls out a rag and tosses it down away from the seating and onto the stage floor.
“I shall be the one actually causing the flame, but it will be fun! Now, concentrate on that cloth.. act as though it will be reduced to ash, merely because you wish it so..”
[Lace is still silent. She is regretting all of her life choice. Why did she accept to accompany Lamina? The grub can make fire now. Fire. They are too you to handle something so dangerous! It will burn itself. And when that happens Lace will have to bring the injured grub back and Phantom will be furious.]
[Lace has lost the thread of the conversation. She is still spinning catastrophe scenarios in her mind, mostly involving Lamina, fire, and Phantom getting so mad they unravel immediately.]
“Now, I must continue preparations. I do hope you enjoy our performance! We rehearse ever so diligently.”
He bows his head to them, then leaps from the audience seating down to the ground, and walks away through an entryway behind some curtains. The audience fills up more.
Lace and Lamina see Grimm step out the curtains to speak with a pink moth. He notices them watching and moves out of sight for a while longer.
Finally, spotlights illuminate the centre of the stage, where Grimm appears with a puff of pink smoke.
“Greetings to you, my lively audience! I am Grimm, master of The Grimm Troupe. This time, you will see a wonderful circus routine carefully rehearsed by my dear troupe. Without further ado, let the performance begin!”
The stage is then fully illuminated. Grimmkin that were previously out of sight begin performing all sorts of little acts. Flames are eaten, or warped into ornate shapes by the kin, a trio of acrobats perform stunts up high involving fire. Grimm stands in the middle conjuring the flames for the performance, which he does with the rhythm of the music moving through his whole body.
Grimm looks to where Lace and Lamina are sitting to gauge their reaction.
[Lace is still a bit tense, but not as much as before. If all she needs to do is sit still and look, then this should go smoothly. She can absolutely sit still. She can be very still, even.]
The show concludes with a grand dancing finale. The performers bow and the stage goes dark. Grimm gives Lamina and Lace a small wave in farewell. He would go and give them his best wishes himself, but there was someone waiting for him.
*After a long while, Rosy seems completely at ease within the waters of her spa. She leans away from Mizello slightly, pressing against Grimm's side*
I think I am ready to see the Radiant Mother now...
*He lifts himself out of the water, and grabs the Dream Drum. Swinging it slowly, a soothing tune forms a sort of rift within the spa. The rift floats towards Rosy's head, and she falls asleep against the spa's wall. All it would take to join her is to touch the rift, which looks like a yellow scar upon her forehead*
~@rosy-official
Grimm reaches towards the rift with a shaky hand. He would have to be there, see her, speak to her.
But it had to be done. Without a word, Grimm enters the Dream Realm.
-Mizello has no fear, no doubt. Why would they? They were sure that the Radiance would be on their side, and all they'd have to do is just sit there and look pretty-
N-Nothing has been broken, Radiant Mother. We were just having a small... dispute of sorts.
*she takes a deep breath*
There are strands of silk within my body that hurt me tremendously whenever i hear a certain song. Mizello here says the only way to fix it is to make me a Conductor of the Citadel, while Grimm says that would make everything worse for me. I am... torn between the two options... and i wanted to know if you could help...
Grimm barely hears Rosy. He had been fearful all this time, and now he was face to face with The Radiance once again. Instead of fear, he feels only anger.
“Sibling!? During that ever long ago time, you treated me as though I was worthless! Now you call me by a title that brings us closer than we ever were!? You cannot possib- you..”
“I..” He stares up at The Radiance. “… am fine. Yes”
He focuses on remembering why they are there, and remembering that this isn’t her.
“Please. I would not come to you if I were not desperate. Help Rosy. Mizello’s solution involves permanently altering Rosy’s crest, and leaving them immobile for a time. She is a moth. Surely… you can help… please…”
He was begging. He knew he was begging. It reminded him of-
He hated begging yet at the same time didn’t care.
-desperate, desperate God. How much had the troupe fallen since Mizello had last visited? Mizello had never seen a higher being beg before, and now they have decided they never want to see one do it again -- especially one that acted so high and mighty just moments earlier, and like he was the only rational one in the conversation. How hypocritical can you be?-
It's only for a week or so, calm down 7_7. Also the permanent alteration isn't that bad >p<!! It helps you and gives you new abilities :3! She will be totally and absolutely fine UwU plus, Ive already undergone the whole crest thing, and nothing changed 7w7 it's alright :D!
Mixed emotions rattle around inside Grimm’s mind. Partly anger at what Mizello had done, partly sadness at the thought of Rosy hurting, yet relief from The Radiance’s promise was also present.
He makes an effort to meet her eyes, and whispers.
It is so fine >∆<! Its just like going to sleep for a week :3! Not like it's that long -w- also, if I remember correctly, the silk is basically everywhere in your body :p due to the whole failed ritual thing UwU your body is predisposed to absorb more silk whenever the song comes on :D! Usually it hurts, but ejects itself once the song is over :)! But because of the whole failing thing 737,,, the silk can't do that O.o
Also, the Brand doesn't alter your body UwU! Well, it adds a little citadel symbol OwO but besides that TwT
Mizello… he did something to Rosy… and didn’t even tell them! That fucking bastard! What right does he have to just do things to bugs!?
“What have you DONE!? You performed a ritual with even telling him!? What is wrong with you!? And do not brush this off as nothing! It is completely unacceptable!”
If he wanted to rip him apart, now would be a very good opportunity, with him being in the form of the Nightmare King and having The Radiance on his side for a change, but he manages to hold back.
Well I figured saying "this song will make you a conductor" and then singing the song would be pretty obvious that it was a ritual >∆<!!!! And plus it didn't even fully work out 7_7 which is why Im saying Rosy should get the brand UwU so Rosy can be okay again :D! This is all just a big misunderstanding 7w7
-Mizello, now thinking about what would happen if Rosy didn't accept being a conductor. Maybe they could breed some kind of parasite that eats all the silk in someone's body?-
A misunderstanding of the HIGHEST proportion. You have royally fucked up, do you understand? When rituals and magical modification is involved, especially PERMANENT things, being very clear and communicating everything is CRITICAL.
*She doesn't exactly know what to think. In truth, she feels like a fool. He had told her that they would sing, and it would mark her as a conductor. but without a change as drastic as the Brand, she assumed it was a more metaphorical thing*
Mizello... I-I... m-maybe you should just go, now. M-Mother here will fix the problem, and once i wake up I'll be good as new!! A-And then we can just... put this behind us!
Relief washed over Grimm once again. Never did he think there would be a day he was thankful for The Radiance, even if this one wasn’t her. As long as Rosy is safe. She is all that matters in this moment anyway.
Would Rosy want him to put an arm around them now? A hand on their shoulder? Maybe he should wait until after The Radiance fixes things. Would Rosy even want anything to do with him afterwards? He’d made himself appear as a raging madbug.
Alright, alright, I know that now -3-, no wonder the Weavers were all so adamant to put up little signs saying what our purposes were O.o at least Rosy knows now :3!
Also, I don't know if you mom knows how to fix the problem 737, though, she did say she could :)! Though, you know, Id still like you to become a conductor with me :(
Awe, but what if Rosy forgets ><! Then I'll be left waiting and it'll never be resolved for either of us :(! And I did wait quite a while to talk to Rosy about this again 737
Though, I understand Rosy :3! It's a big thing @w@ so we can wait until you're fully prepared ^w^!!
-Mizello fumbled with their mantle a little. The silk felt like how it did when Mizello first got it, Mizello hadn't noticed that before-
