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Isola affiliated Nikolai Gogol Housing: TOWNHOUSE 217

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omgaoneko:

“Huh?”

As normal, Rebecca was engrossed in her phone, the occasional ‘mew mew’ revealed that she was watching kitten videos. Thank all that was good in the universe that they still had cat videos in this universe.

Looking up at him, she was clearly surprised by his proposition. It was strange, as was his cheery disposition. Such open friendliness was rare in Spirale (or maybe she was just looking in the wrong places) but his energy brought her mood up and smiled brightly.

It was fair to say that she probably wasn’t the smartest woman ever born but the idea of a quiz did seem like fun - what was the worst that could happen.

“A reward?” Rebecca really liked the sound of that. She was competitive by nature, all though thankfully it wasn’t an overbearing personality trait. “I’m in~!”

“Wonderful, wonderful! Oh me, oh my, I’m simply filled with joy!” There go his usual theatrics before he clears his throat to continue speaking.

“Now then, I’ll ask you 3 questions, each with three guesses. If you answer 2 out of 3, that would still mean you win! With the rules out of the way, let us begin.” With that, he gets a little more serious as he gives the girl before him his riddle.

“A man is looking at a photograph of someone. His friend asks who it is. The man replies, ‘Brothers and sisters, I have none. But that man’s father is my father’s son.’ The question is: Who was in the photograph?” A small pause follows. “Well, any ideas?”

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harliquinn:

She’d been in her own fair share of sticky (literally, sometimes) situations but after a couple of days of being here, she’d decided this place wasn’t all bad. Sure, she still needed to make some friends and find out what there was to do for fun around here (and get a job but she’d deal with that later) but all in all, it could have been a helluva lot worse.

An afternoon stroll was sometimes nice, taking in the scenery and the bustling atmosphere of the city. It wasn’t long before a charismatic voice carried over the crowd and caught her attention; of course she couldn’t leave without seeing what was going on; her curiosity would never be satisfied if she did… so that’s how she found herself at the front of the crowd… and as soon as the performer asked for a volunteer, well…

How could she refuse?

“Pick me!” She waved her hand wildly in the air, standing on the tips of her toes in order to be noticed. As if she wouldn’t be noticed anyway… “I can do it, pick me!” As if she was going to give him a choice…

“Well, well, aren’t you eager?! Come on, then! Please do climb onto the stage!” As he says that, he gestures to the seat of the bench with a big smile on his face.

“For this trick, for our very first trick, I need you to name three things- three things, no more! -Not bigger than a basketball! One such thing is hidden within my cloak, and I will let you keep it as reward if you can guess which item it is! Doesn’t that sound lovely?” 

Of course, there was a small catch to it, as any object would qualify, it was merely the matter of which Nikolai deemed an appropriate prize for his wonderful contestant.

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Campfire Stories

“Say, say, sir!”

“Have you ever heard of the Licho?” A small pause follows, merely dramatic effect, before he continues.

“You see, it’s a spirit of misfortune, said to be the cause of all suffering of mankind, really! His claws will cling to your shoulders, sinking into your flesh so that he may never be separated from you. His breath, cold as the most harsh of Russian winters, will blow upon your neck as he whispers curses most vile.”

“‘All you hold dear will be tainted red’, ‘All joy in your life will be stolen by me’, ‘Your limbs will break one by one, but you shall not die’, he shall say. ‘you shall not die for as long as I see a use in you.’ And that, sir, is what’s the most troubling! You see, this spirit would prevent you from taking your own life as well, for it would take away the toy he has made you into.” A dry chuckle leaves him.“You would be doomed to a life of misfortune until nothing is left of you, however.. there is a way to be rid of it.”

“They say the only way is by passing him over to a close friend through a gift. And so, sir..” Another small pause, a grin spreading across his face. “Who would you sacrifice to end your own misery?”

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flawsaved:

The dampness of the chocolate’s wrapping paper had not gone unnoticed.  Oda raised a brow when Nikolai started to dry it off with his shirt, but in the end, chose to say nothing on the matter.  His eyes lingered on his cloak, however, as the other man started to speak again.

“That would explain your outfit.  What type of performer are you?”

It was surprising to hear Nikolai suddenly volunteer his assistance.  Oda was not the type to reject out of modesty, so this twist was fine with him.  “I’m going to make curry,” he simply answered, before handing over his small shopping list.  His penmanship was not grand in the slightest, but hopefully, his writing was at least somewhat legible.  Most of the items on the list were crossed out already, all except for the vegetables: onions, carrots, and potatoes.

“A clown, of course! I do like to think of myself as a good showhost too, though! If you’re ever feeling up to a quiz, I’m your clown!” The enthusiasm can’t be taken away it seems, as if the incident before has been completely forgotten, thrown away like an act that won’t appear again for the rest of the play.

“Curry, huh? Never had that one before!” The small comment is offered before he takes the list in his hands, looking over it and struggling just a bit to read it. It wasn’t due to the other man’s writing, more just Nikolai generally struggling with some letters unless they were printed out neatly, specifically ‘r’s and ‘a’s, for the most part.

“So, onions, carrots and potatoes.. Well, that should be easy! A round of applause, my good sir and here we go!” He knew he couldn’t really grab anything big like a sack of potatoes, but he could at least fetch a box of carrots with his ability, making this at least a little bit easier on the two of them as it’s quickly placed in the basket.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I can’t carry more right now, as a refund for a ruined show, though, I’ll be sure to help you carry these later, now then..” He’s already taking a step towards the fruits and vegetables area. Was this his little agenda?  Who knows!

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flawsaved:

“Using a cloak like that can’t possibly be an easy way to carry your things, right?”

The expression on Oda’s face said it all: he knew Nikolai was trying to steal chocolate from the store.  His job as an errand boy for the mafia gave him a lot of experience in handling theft.  Though, usually, the circumstances were a bit different than this.  The thieves Oda came across were typically poor children on the streets.  The stores he was tasked to protect were under Port Mafia protection.  But regardless, in this situation as well, it wasn’t as if Oda could turn a blind eye when the strange person in front of him was obvious in what he was doing.

Oda’s eyes danced between the man’s black-hole-of-a-cloak and his face.  The shopping basket in Oda’s hand swung in his grip when he outstretched his arm to him, various groceries shifting and tumbling inside.

“The employees might get the wrong impression if they see you placing the chocolate in there…  Here.  There is space in my basket.  I can hold them for you.”

“Ah, crumbs! You got me! See, I forgot to fetch a basket when I came in, and going back now is just embarrasing! You know how it is with us performers, though! Improvise when you lack props!”

It’s a situation he can’t get out of his way, not with his cloak’s limitations right now, so he dips his hand back into the portal to bring the candy bar back. It’s to be noted, however, that the packaging had a few drops of water on it, seems he threw it into a puddle in his hurry, so he takes to wiping it with the outer part of the cloak for a bit.

“How kind of you to help, sir, truly a saint you are, yes!” He sings praises as he drops the chocolate bar into Oda’s basket, at least it was cheap.. “Say, say, while I’m here, why don’t you let me help you with the shopping, hm? Is there anything else you might need?”

There was a harmless plan behind the offer, but a plan no less.

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Campfire Stories

“If it’s a scary story you want, boy, have I got one for you!”

“Say, say, do you know what neighbourhoods you should avoid?” If that isn’t a lovely introduction.. “That was a trick question, you see! In truth, none of them are safe, not with The Collector roaming around. Who is he, you might ask. Well, who am I not to answer?”

“You see, miss, we all feel safe in our homes, don’t we? You think to yourself ‘Well, I have all these locks and whatnots, no creature of the night could bring me harm!’ And that, miss, is where you’re horribly, terribly wrong! No lock can stop him, no camera can see him, and what is he? What is he, indeed! No one has any damn idea what this monster is, but oh, why? Why do you think that is?” He waits for a moment, purely dramatic effect.

“Because dead men tell no tales! And it’s on us, the deplorable audience hungry for a thrill to make them up, so I will tell you what pleases me to tell and not a word more!”

“It is said that in the dead of night, when not a single soul is awake, not a single sound to be made, a thick, heavy fog fills the streets he has chosen to collect from tonight. Through the streets, he makes no sound, he simply cannot be found! 

But it is as into your home he comes that he makes his first ghastly sounds. Step by step, to your bed he makes his way, to the place where defenslesslyyou lay, he has come to steal you away!” He reaches out, as if to grab his audience, but it’s mere jest.

“Take you away, he will, and it’s your blood that he shall spill! Your neck he’ll slash, upon your stomach he’ll leave a horrible gash! To your demise you’ll fall, but that’s not all! He has a fancy quite disturbed, it leaves any one and anything unnerved! 

Our monster here does so love the dead, so much so that he wishes to dress them in the loveliest of red! A dress for the maiden who won’t wake, what a lovely decoration she’ll make!” A cheerful tone is used, followed by a chuckle.

“And you miss, if I do say so myself..”

“Would look quite lovely on this creature’s shelf.”

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“Well?! What do you think? I’ve been practicing that one for a while!”

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✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

Easy! A knife! 

They are pretty practical if you know how to use them, and Nikolai considers them a lot more fun than guns and all the stuff that’s quick to kill. Knives are good for torture, and this clown is a big fan of it.

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Horrific Headcanons

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✘ Have they ever committed a murder? ▼ What is their greatest fear? ✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? △ Name one thing from their past that they regret. ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? ❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? ☠ Do they fear death? ♱ What do they think awaits them after death? ¿ Are they easily frightened? ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? ☹ Name one person they would kill for. ☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? ★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? ♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? ☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? ♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? ♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ™ Are they possessive? ✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ◯ Do they believe in ghosts? ✦ Who is their favorite villain? ☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? 웃 Do they believe in aliens?

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“Hey, miss! Hey, miss!”

Nikolai exclaims, as lively as ever as he hops closer, his cloak adding a dramatic effect to his movements as always.

“Say, say, do you like quizzes? I’m looking for a lucky contestant, you see, and you seemed like a perfect candidate!” Okay, that was a lie, but he certainly was in quite a playful mood now, so he can’t quite be blamed for getting somewhat carried away, no?  Of course not!

“If you answer correctly, I’ll give you a reward, how does that sound? Exciting, right? Of course it is! Hahaha!!” The said reward was absolutely a shoplifted item, but let’s not get too technical here, it would ruin the fun.

Well, would @omgaoneko like to play along?

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Shoplifting already? No, sir! No way, sir!

Alright, maybe a little, but no one will notice a chocolate bar or two missing, right? Of course! And that’s why he’s here in this store, lingering around the aisle with snacks and sweets, sticking out like a sore thumb with how he’s dressed. 

Minding his own business, he looks around, humming as he slips a chocolate bar into his cloak, with intention of transporting it outside the store. This is, however, the exact moment his eyes lock with someone passing by.

Of course this has to happen when he needed eyes on him the least.

“Oh me, oh my! Sir, you’ve seen nothing, right? Well, nothing except these amazing discounts, I’d hope! Look at all this chocolate on sale due to Valentine’s coming up! My, what a time to be alive!” And so his theatrics begin, the chocolate swiftly thrown into his cloak’s pocket dimension for the time being.

Was this save enough to fool @flawsaved? Only time will tell.

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“Come one, come all!”

Like the clown he always was, Nikolai exclaims loudly, waving his hand at the people passing by, successfully gathering a small crowd of people around him. In the center of it all he stood on a bench’s backrest, his hat on the ground before the bench for any generous donations.

A fool he might be, but he knew money was always a good thing to gather, besides.. this was fun!! How long has it been since he last got to entertain a crowd?

“For our first trick today, we’ll need a voulunteer! You heard me, folks, we need one of you lovely misses or misters or what have you to step right up! Who will it be, hm? Come on, sirs and ma’ams and ma’am-sirs, we don’t have the whole day, no, no!” 

Perhaps @harliquinn would be interested?

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// Alright, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, here’s an uncapped isola rp ad for one overly enthusiastic clown! //

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“Time and again, Boys are raised to be MEN. IMPATIENT they start, fearful they end. But here was a man mourning tomorrow He DRANK, but finally drowned in his sorrow.”