#tricksteroffate

[silver-strings-of-fate]

@tricksteroffate has entered the Palace (again sorta)

"You! Where did your mask go? What are you doing out here?" Joker snapped at his counterpart, thinking the other shadow was simply one of the many other Rens that inhabited the palace. He thought one of the lesser fragments had simply wandered away from its station and lost its mask.

But on closer inspection, this wasn't one of his own distortions. This was another self entirely. Odd, but if he was destroying reality, then why not tap into the endless alternate worlds that no doubt existed?

"Oh, apologies. I mistook you for myself. Though I guess you are, to some extent."

[myuzucompendium]

@tricksteroffate​

"You would let somebody else determine how they ought to live their lives, then?" Arsene don't just SPY on people-

“Huh?” Why did that voice sound so familiar to him? And when he looked at them they also looked scarily familiar, but clearly different at the same time. “No, I don’t think it’s anyone’s rights to determine how they should live their lives.” Ren responded shaking his head, realizing he must have been talking out loud. “All my friends are happy, the way things should be...who am I to take that away from them?”

[nexusofmuses]

((Continuation from a discord rp with @tricksteroffate ))

And while they aren’t obviously anywhere different, Raven seems to be regarding his own carnival in a different light. He releases Akira’s hand and takes in a deep breath.

“Ah. It’s the little changes that matter the most.” He seems contented then looks over at Akira once more. “So, feel any different?”

[bluescarfvivi]

@tricksteroffate​ | continued from here: X 

In all honesty, it’s a big social step forward in Vivi’s eyes. She grew accustomed to the quiet, yet lively happenings in her small desert town, but this area felt larger and more city-like than good ole’ Tempo. No random tumbleweeds blowing in the cool, night air or freak dust storms halting all activity. As annoying as they always were, she found herself missing those encounters. 

Part of her pondered whether the sudden desire for company on this excursions was to feel a bit of familiarity. Arthur and Lewis by her side, Mystery trotting along the sidewalk as they playfully argued where they’d eat, if Vivi would clean house, or even if the locals tried yanking them into their own establishments. Everyone knew her back home.

No one really did here...

“Awww, no need to worry there, coffee bean.” She lightly jabbed her elbow against his arm, winking playfully too. “These lips are sealed, locked, and the key has been thrown away.” Just to further prove the point, Vivi mimicked zipping her lips together, pulling it off, and tossing it over her shoulder. “I’m pretty good at keeping secrets, so long as you don’t share any of mine you may see tonight~” 

Someone appeared rather eager to get inside. Though Vivi rather roughly tugged Coffee’s sleeve through the front entrance, she eased off soon as the dup appeared in front of the host. With a welcoming bow, he led the party towards the bar countertop which looked filled with a few patrons already. Music played softly from the speakers above, yet a stage had been set up further into the restaurant. A few mics stood on the side and several large TV screens lined the back wall. 

Interesting setup..

“By the way, before you even say anything I’ll be taking care of both of us tonight.” Vivi took her seat right aside Coffee, and clearly made that point right as the host sat them down. A clever trick, in case Coffee decided to fight against it. “So order what you like, you hear me?” 

[epitomees]

@tricksteroffate​ | in response to this: X

The combined efforts from Jeff’s Algernon and Mystery brought one of the charmed wildcards down on his knees. Or the floor rather. With Coffee restrained Makoto made her next move. She strolled over to the boy, trapped beneath a large cat AND large dog, riding one of Kaylah’s own pet wolves. Talk about Queen arriving in style! Behind her back she carried a large duffel bag given from the wolf creature herself. Something about armor and bringing it to Coffee when she’d went to see him. Makoto took it without asking any questions, hoping perhaps seeing something made for him by a member of his own team could help in her efforts. 

“Thank you, you three.” Queen greatly appreciated the joint effort and in turn gave all the animals some very appreciative pets. A small smile held there for a moment, until it crossed downward when looking at the restrained wildcard. She kneeled beside Coffee and dropped the duffel bag next to him. “Kaylah told me to take this with me when I came to see you. She said it’s your armor, a piece she made just for you and she brought it here thinking you would need it.” She sighed, looking towards the large bag then dark red eyes returned their intense gaze upon those eerie, flashy heart-shaped pupils. 

“And I’m here because you didn’t give me an answer during our IM chat. Tell me the truth, Joker! What’s the difference between this so-called happy reality and the one where we fought to keep the reality we all wanted to have!”

[punsandfuturekingsmen]

@tricksteroffate from here:

“Yeah! We met, uh… a few months ago now? I… technically live with her, she seems more than happy to share her space with me. I think.” And got antsy if he was gone for too long, or if he went to his actual home. He supposed he couldn’t blame her, he always did act strange when properly connected to the Masses, back there.

But he had to focus on here. Demi shook the thoughts out of his head, breathing a quiet breath in, then out. Everything was fine. This was a friend of Vivi’s, and she wasn’t the sort to befriend people that weren’t nice. Or… such was the impression he got off her.

“Oh - good. I was a bit worried I might… well.” He gestured at himself - a more-or-less normal outfit; hoodie over dark pants, with with the odd red tendrils just sort of ignoring the presence of the fabric like some weird sort of videogame rendering error. “I was worried I’d spook you.” He takes the offered hand, though, happily shaking it. “Arthur, huh… My name’s Akira. Or Demi. Both work. ‘Demi’ is uh… a weird story. So are the… red stuff. I’ll just say they’re a supernatural thing and leave it there, so we’re not here all day~”

“You live with her?” That was a little unexpected, but he supposed it was fair. Vivi was the kind to invite people if she felt they needed it. He was the same way. “That’s cool. She’s pretty chill about most things. Including magic aura thingies.” He chuckled to show he was joking, even with the gesture towards the tendrils of energy curling away from Demi’s form. Whatever he’d been talking about seemed to thread tension through should shoulders, but he he was just as sure that the guy wasn’t interested in talking about it. Not here for sure, with him. And he couldn't blame him. But if Vivi had him there, then it was likely for a reason. She had a good head on her shoulders, so he could probably trust the kid. And that whatever it was, there was a good reason Vivi would want to get him out of wherever he’d been. Like Mono and his cave for himself.

“Honestly?” Arthur rubbed at his neck. “That’s like-- not really in the top ten nowadays. Would’ve startled the crap out of me when I was younger, probably. But now it’s kinda a ‘must be a day ending in y’ type deal.” He laughed again, rolling his shoulder in a shrug. “But yeah. It’s good to meet you Demi. Don’t worry about explaining anything, alright? It’s your business until you wanna share it. I can’t deny I”m curious, but it’s still up to you what you share.

“Speaking of, though.” Arthur moved to lean against the desk, crossing his arms in a casual fold. “Now you’ve got me curious. I haven’t heard anything myself, so I’m curious: anything special Vi’s told you? I hope it’s the good stuff.” He quirked a smile.

[appleyjuiceboy]

@hubofplenty​ asked:

((From Tricksteroffate! Drawing Dead verse!))

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Decaf couldn't help but stare at the other man. Wasn't... wasn't that the clumsy guy from Shujin? Who smacked his head into the mic on stage? The snacks man. Huh.

"You're that old school counsellor, aren't you? Shouldn't you be, you know... At Shujin? The hell are you out here for?" Perhaps stopping was a bad idea, but his curiosity was getting the better of him, right now.

So the feeling he had from Akira wasn’t just a fluke; there was something going on, and now that he was closer to him, it was only worse... 

The fact that he still thought of him as a counselor wasn’t helping either. Did they never meet in this timeline? Then what happened with...

...No, that wasn’t something he could think about right now. Time to be blunt and to the point. 

“You’re doing something wrong. It’s only a matter of time before it overwhelms and corrupts you. You realize that, don’t you?” 

[revolver-jesus]

@tricksteroffate​ said: ⋰⋰   ❝ ((From Tricksteroffate, for Coffee! Because I love Takaya so much... and can't get enough of him trying to worm his way into this lad's head.)) --- Once again, Coffee shows up to Takaya's door, soup in hand. This time, however, for a change of pace, he doesn't merely set it at the door and leave. He's got a question he wants to ask, and feels as though he needs more of a reason to bother the man than just the question - thus, soup. Or, well, 'mineral broth' specifically. No chunks of stuff, high in nutrients, warm, tasty - at least to him. A breath in, then out. Mild nervousness. Then Takaya's door was given a knock. Hopefully he was in there. "Sorry to bother you, but I was hoping I could ask you something. And... well. Offer a warm meal, if you wanted." ❞

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  It may have seemed like he wasn’t coming to the door at first, with how silent the room is for the pause after their knock, but in his defense.... he was used to the knocker leaving before he reached the door.

As he opens it, his surprise is faintly visible, as golden eyes blink down at the other through the only cracked open door before it fully opens. His sight flicks between their soup and their face.  ❝ Ah. You’ve decided to let me catch you this time..? ❞  He hums with a raise of his brow. However, the need to ask him, him specifically, a question was of immediate interest. 

❝ ... Come put it on my table. Then you may tell me what brings you. ❞  And in an ever rare case, the priest steps aside and allows someone else into his room.