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Festus Delirus

Welcome to my shop, need anything specific?"

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a character in “Schrodinger's Cat”, as played by 0rchidDay

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Name: Festus Delirus (Festus taken from Festum, which means a celebration or a carnival. Delirus means insane)

Age: 20

Occupation: Shop Owner

Appearance: He has a dull gaze and a slight smile hiding his emotional turmoil and intelligence quite well. His hair is free and messy. His face, when he is running his shop, is painted to resemble a skeleton of sorts. He almost always wears his jacket, feeling naked without it. His jacket also hides scars on his hands, ones he wont tell anyone about. He occasionally wears things resembling clowns, showing his strange obsession with carnivals.

Personality: Festus is of Gypsy descent and hides this fact to escape ridicule. He respects his mother, a fortune teller and dreamer, but doesn't know of his father. He hides a crazed personality under his calm smile and dull eyes, one that would bring grown men to their knees. He isn't an idiot, in fact, he's the smartest person you'll ever meet. He doesn't worry too much about school, only deciding to pass it and not get in trouble with his mother. He ironically is usually the one to pacify others, and to stay calm in most situations.

Family History: His mother is of gypsy descent, and his father was an agent. His family has had dreamers in it for a long time, but they called dreams by another name, "Umayas". The creatures in dreams were called "Nita" regardless of their intent.

Current Dreams: A carnival, a messed up one at that. This carnival could probably put you in a pyschiatric ward for a week if you saw what they did. The carnival draws you in through a sweet and innocent song. The carnival lets you enter it, then it closes the entrance and makes it disappear. It seperates groups of people through spatial distortion, leaving it easier to scare them. The carnival itself is a creature. The fun starts there. The music becomes louder and more chaotic, and the carnival lights up in a dark and eerie purple. Occasional honks and creaks are heard through the music, but there isn't really anything there, is there? The House of Mirrors reflects the darker parts of you, it reflects the fantasies and fears you have. The ferris wheel, let's not talk about that. The clowns, they don't actually do anything to kill you, but they're creepy as can be. They lead you to the "fun" attractions. The wonderful house of meat, with the corpses of creatures hanged on walls. The clowns will be full of glee at seeing the oh-so-wonderful art. The Ringmaster, the "thing" you should be scared of, seems mysterious and entertaining at first, but the cells you'll be put in aren't. You might have a finger sawed off without pain, or you might be threatened to have much worse done to you. But this is only the beginning of the lovely carnival.

So begins...

Festus Delirus's Story

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Dream

This wasn't the same dream Festus usually had, it was different. Instead of the macabre carnival, it was an island surrounded by pure white. It intrigued him. It didn't seem like a dream, it seemed as if was a memory. Perhaps it was both, he wouldn't know. Maybe the blue of the water was always white, and maybe white was blue. It was calm, somewhat like his own personality.

The island wasn't really an island. It was more of a single tree standing on earth than an island. He walked over the whiteness and towards the island, his feet making rings go out from where he stepped. When he was about to step onto the island, his dream changed suddenly. He stayed calm.

He was mildly surprised, but he didn't appear to show this. It was now the same dream he had since childhood, the disgusting carnival. It felt more natural than the other dream, more comforting. It felt as if the carnival had a sense of being a creature, but surely it wasn't one. He stepped through the all too familiar gates and waited for the entrance to close. He could never exactly tell what the entrance was, sometimes it was a gate, sometimes it was two doors, it varied. "Hello?" This voice, it wasn't his, and he was sure that no one would ever enter his dream.

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He awoke in what most called the "real" world, but how could they be sure it was real? Exactly, they couldn't. He smiled at his 'perfect' logic, before being called back to reality. "Hello?" A young female had come into his shop. 'Shop Of Wonders' was the name of his humble shop. Festus smiled calmly and began speaking with his eloquent and melodic voice, "Welcome, to the shop of wonders." He stopped for a second, then continued, "My name is Festus, how may I help you?" His shop was one that sold oddities: Rare skulls, preserved creatures, taxidermy, antiques, and much more.

His shop was well known in the town, but rarely did people with no creativity come. He usually had artists, collectors, musicians, and people from all blocks of life come to his shop. He enjoyed this, the freedom to meet all sorts of people. "D-d-do you sell books on dreams?" The girl asked this nervously. It was apparent that she had dream problems, so he decided to get one of his ancestors' notebooks. He went out to his storage room and grabbed a copy of a notebook upon "umayas", the ancient word for dreams. Perhaps what was written in the book was true, perhaps it wasn't. He wouldn't know.

He went back to the register and held the copied notebook in the air. "Will this do?" He asked this with a tad bit of curiosity. "Yes.." She was going to say more, but she thought against it and just paid for the notebook. "Goodbye," Festus waved the girl away and sat at a chair, waiting for someone else to show up. He had a bit of time before the shop closed, so he could keep open a bit late. if no one came, he would leave.

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Festus was awoken from his daze when he heard the door slam. He wasn't actually expecting anyone to come at this time. In fact, he only kept the store open out of habit. He looked towards the young girl, before trying to stand up. He was beat by a man, and what appeared to be another man.

He stood up without problems, his attention brought on by the dog-like growl he heard. He walked around the register and went towards the girl who didn't seem much younger than him. "Welcome to the shop of wonders," He smiled when he said this, hoping to cheer up the girl, "do you want anything specific?" His voice was the same calm and eloquent one he always had. "Oh right, you two need anything as well?" He directed this towards the two men who walked in, deciding not to be rude.

He couldn't assume he knew anything about the situation, and he didn't want to pry by asking.

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Shayde smiled up at the man, looking back to her father in slight fear. "Um... Yeah, I'm fine" she stated unsure of what to say. She looked around the store, having only noticed it today she wanted to know more. However, she knew her father would never approve of her visiting such a place. 'Well, maybe I should start doing what I want to do' she thought to herself, hating how she let her father trample all over her. Her attention was caught by the greeting of who she assumed worked in the shop. He seemed to be only a few years older than her, but she knew looks could be deceiving. Then again, something about him seemed familiar - like they had something in common. Realising she hadn't replied to his welcoming yet, she hastily searched her head for something to say. "I, err, I... Thank you" she sighed, trying once again to get the right words. "I'm looking for a book on mathematics" she lied, her full fringe blowing to the side slightly. Pushing it back into position, her eyes seemed exhausted with herself. Shayde had always been a horrible liar, but never that bad...

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Festus returned his attention to the girl. He wondered if she even knew what she wanted, but he decided to wait. He smiled a bit more when she stuttered, guessing that she was probably running away from something. He would have laughed when she mention mathematics, but he wasn't going to seem like a jerk. "Don't sell those types of books here." He said this nonchalantly. If she actually wanted math books, she probably wouldn't have come to the shop.

Festus looked at Nick and waited for Nick to say something, but he didn't. Festus turned his attention to Vincent, wondering what he could want. Festus didn't get the type of costumers as he did today. Usually they were eccentric as he was, but he wasn't complaining. Anyone was free to come. "You seem stressed, you sure you don't just want to take a look? Could help you take your mind off of your situation." He directed this to the girl. "Do you want that book? Or would you rather I get one of the notebooks from the storage?" He directed this towards Vincent, not really expecting Vincent to be interested in his Ancestors' knowledge of dreams. Rarely anyone was interested in the ethereal world.

He pulled out a miniature version of the notebooks in the storage and flipped through it's pages filled with neat handwriting. This notebook had explained quite a bit about his dreams, but he was never sure if those explanations were just coincidences. He also knew that the monsters in dreams could supposedly leave the dreams, and he for a second, imagined the macabre carnival out in the open for everyone to marvel at.

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Shayde smiled gratefully, resisting the urge to facepalm for asking for a mathematics book in a store like that. Of course there wasn't going to be any, why on Earth would there be? She decided to mentally shrug it off; and did exactly that. Shayde noticed one pull out an old fashioned notebook, immediately interested. She was a sucker for older objects; especially if they covered dreaming of any kind. It seemed she still couldn't figure out why it happens: all those dreams. It was like they just appeared out of no where... Like a vision! Of course, it most likely wasn't a vision - but it still could have been.
A loud bang could be heard from the door, and Shayde turned to see her now rather agitated father stood on the other side; his face even seemed to go slightly red. Gulping, she didn't know what to do. If she opened the door he'd drag her home and take her footballs away... Or even destroy her pitch on the car park! But if she didn't he could do things much worse. Shayde didn't see any fairness in his ways, but then again; that was probably because there wasn't any. She hated to admit it, but she was scared to go and face him. She knew very well how intimidating Howard Thorne could be. Never the less, she placed her pale hand and the door handle and readied herself to open it... Knowing as soon as she did she'd be psychically dragged down the streets.

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Festus smiled shortly after Shayde did. Festus perhaps did something good, but he couldn't be sure this wouldn't come back and bite him. He shrugged internally, he'd always have his carnival. He almost dropped his book when he heard banging on his door, and he felt slightly angered, but he calmed himself. He had copies of this notebook in storage, but he still protected the little and original book. It was a trace of his ancestry, all of their knowledge neatly packed into a single book. Years of studying, years of analysis, and years of questions put into one location. He looked at the door and saw a rather angered man. Something in his mind was telling him to fight, that he was to protect his shop with violence. He ignored the voice. It sounded too much like the song in the carnival.

"Girl, catch." He threw his book towards the girl, hoping that she would be able to use it the same way he had. Or perhaps in a better manner. Hopefully she could escape her dreams, but he doubted it. "Please return the book when you can." He felt saddened for departing with the notebook, even if it was possibly temporary.

He returned his attention back onto the door, prepared to call the police if things got out of hand. He wasn't going to let an angry man ruin his shop. No one messed with the inside of his shop and got away with it, no one.

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Shayde cringed at how her father was being adressed, however knowing he deserved it, she also knew he would not be happy about it. "I'm simply here to collect my daughter!" He stated angrily, his fist retreating to his side after many 'knocks' on the store door. Mr. Thorne glared at his daughter disapointedly, but it seemed she was busy...
Shayde caught the notebook and looked up to Festus in surprise, she could tell he didn't want to be seperated from it. She clutched on to it tight as she spoke in a soft, almost angelic tone "thank you, Sir... I'll return it to you soon" She thanked. It was strange, being able to speak freely. Shayde was used to being silent, and simply nodding along to her parents lectures; but this time she was free to say what she liked. Shayde knew then that she'd be a regular there...
Her father, however, refused to give in. He grabbed a tight hold onto Shaydes wrist and pulled her forcefully towards him. She squeeled in fright and fought her best to free herself from his grip. It seemed that he wasn't going to give up easily, for she couldn't manage to get the strength to set herself free. Instead, she continued to hold onto the notebook tight... Hoping.

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Festus watched calmly, analyzing the situation with a lazy gaze. It was slightly confusing. He couldn't quite figure out what was going to happen, but he decided to not make a big deal out of the situation. He stood with a calm posture and continued smiling. "Please do calm down." He said this without malice. He refrained from saying sir, a slight jab at the young lady's father. This was, after all, who the command was aimed at.

Festus stole a glance at Vincent, the man who seemed to be much more than an average patron. What would Vincent do?

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Shayde nodded silently to Vincent, watching as her father laid on the floor as still as a rock. She could see the uplift of his chest as heavily tried to calm himself down. Shaking her head to her father, she muttered a quiet "thank you..." to Vincent. After years of being the victim of a dictated 'family'; she now had the courage to put a stop to it. Shayde looked directly into her fathers eyes: before turning her head away in signal that she was done with it all.
Finally remembering her manners, she looked over to Festus apologetically, his notebook still in her hand. "I'm sorry..." She stated honestly, looking around the store to check no damage had been done.

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Shayde watched as Vincent left as she bent down to pick up the two cards. With a quick skim-read, she handed one over to Festus with a polite smile. Shayde then pocketed the miniature card, to then look over to her father. With a sigh, she did what she knew she had to do: she walked over to him. Once stood beside him, she held out her hand and helped him stand. Not once looking into his eyes, she spoke quietly as she carefully examined his arm. "It's broken, go to the hospital, Dad. Mum's working today anyway, she won't notice you ever left. I'll be home later." Her tone was so blank it could sting any man. Shaking her head, she turned her back to him and walked back to where she'd originally been standing, acting as though the floor was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen.
With a sad huff, her father stormed out of the store and across the street. Not bothering to watch as he left, she turned back to Festus with a bright smile - as if nothing had happened. Noticing the title, she stared at it in recognition. "I know that language... I've seen it before..." She mumbled in wonder, talking mostly to herself.

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Festus smiled when he heard what Vincent said. He had originally meant the fact that he had seen a hellhound, and that he would probably not be let go without being told to be quiet.

He looked at the 'piece of trash' on the floor and continued smiling, wondering if the man would come and try to break down his door again. He was distracted by the cards tossed on the ground. He was going to pick a card up, but he was handed a card and he instead took it from Shayde. He read it quickly, then turned his attention to Shayde.

He winced when she helped her father stand, mostly due to expecting something to happen. He would have to interfere if anything violent were to happen again. He couldn't hear what was being said and he didn't particularly want to hear, seeing as it was none of his business.

He laughed internally and smiled brightly when she returned to her original spot. He stole a glance at Howard, then returned his gaze to Shayde once again. He didn't particularly want to be called out. Not that he was scared, he just didn't want to risk damaging his precious shop. "The language is of dreams," He was speaking seriously, "it was created before many of the languages in the physical world or 'real world' as many have taken to calling it." He was speaking at a moderate pace, not wanting to bore Shayde or have himself not be understood. "It was created through the collective unconsciousness of mankind, and my ancestors had taken the time to record it." He smiled brightly, feeling as if he was sharing a secret.

The language itself dated back to when mankind was first created. When the earth was young. "The language is called Kevlech, and very few people know it today. I have a feeling that the man who came in knows it as well." He decided to stop with lore for now and go onto his shop.

"Anyways, enough of that. Anything around here interest you?" He said this as he walked to the door and changed the sign hung on it to 'closed'.

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Shayde smiled and mentally reminded herself about the 'language of dreams' knowing there was something familiar about it. Looking around, she noticed a single piece of dust on an empty section of a shelf. Having noticed the remarkable cleanness of the store, she knew there was something important about it. Advancing towards it, he soft smiled became one of curiosity.

Up close, she noticed the true beauty of the dust, and was instantly more intrigued than she ever had been before. Not wanting to risk touching it, she stood with her arms to her side and just stared in wonder and amazement. She found it fascinating how such a tiny, spec could with hold something so wonderful.

Her short brown hair swayed into her vision, but was soon swept aside. Shayde looked over to Festus in question, wanting to know what made it so amazing.

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Festus Delirus, the maybe-not-so-sane dreamer, walked back to where he was and looked in the direction of the dust. He also saw it or rather felt it, the intriguing nature of the dust there. It was almost as if it were from a dream, which it in fact was. It was from a dream young Festus had, a dream not of the macabre carnival.

He walked carefully and silently towards the dust, making sure to keep his breathing and steps quiet. He was mesmerized by the dust for a split second, but he broke his gaze and noticed Shayde's hair swaying. He met her questioning gaze, then smiled calm and solemnly. "It's from a dream," he kept his voice down when he said this.

For a second, he entered the dream from where it came. It was a rather simple dream, and one that let itself open to being entered.

The dream appeared to take place in a basement of sorts. There were what appeared to be treasure chests in the place of boxes, and intricate patterns of silk covering quite a bit of things. Some of the chests were open and letting out toys of all shapes and sizes, including sports gear and the occasional water gun. It was a child's heaven, and a dream Festus had a lot as a child. The room smelled of a child's innocence and looked to be out of focus. In the middle of the basement was a single item, a doll resembling a clown. Then the mere second ended and he was returned to outside of the dream world.

"You didn't see that, right?" He didn't know if she had been there in his dream, and he didn't know if wanted her to have been. It was a precious dream to him, one that he guarded deeply, even to himself. He was still outwardly calm, a strange contrast between his words. "Never mind, probably just my imagination." He didn't want to seem insane, so he lied slightly.

He walked over to a sink behind his counter and washed his face paint off, then dried his face with a towel. He couldn't let himself be pulled into dreams while he had someone in his shop.

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Shayde hadn't seen what he'd asked, but she knew he was far from insane - well, she hoped. For she'd had this happen to her many times before. She walked over to Festus, but kept on the other side of the counter as she felt that she shouldn't invade anyone's personal space.

"No, I didn't see it - but that doesn't mean it wasn't there. What you just saw was a dream, wasn't it?" She watched him in interest, not meaning to be so blunt but couldn't think of another way to word it.

"And don't deny it, I've been there many times before: the dream world." She stated as though it were like going to the park. But she felt as though it were that simple, and didn't quite understand why some were so against it.

She'd also noticed that it seemed he was wary of letting himself be pulled into dreams. She found it strange, that one would refuse to be pulled into a world of such sweetness - or bitterness (it depended on the dream). That being said, she could quite easily tell that he'd had a pleasant dream. One that was his own secret, one he didn't feel like sharing.

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He knew he wasn't insane, but he wasn't sure she'd think the same. Then again, he possibly was insane, although he rarely showed it. His dreams however, occasionally did.

"How did you kno.." He stopped himself before he made himself look stupid. Of course she knew, it all clicked in his brain. She obviously had similar experiences as his, although possibly less macabre.

His suspicion was strengthened when she mentioned the dream world, and he slightly flinched. He had never known anyone who admitted to entering the dream world, at least the same way he and others did except for his grandmother.

"Yes, it was a dream." He frowned slightly, a subtle change of his almost always happy face. "but I don't like sleeping when in the company of others." This wasn't the whole truth, but he wasn't going to elaborate without being pushed to do so.

"Anyways," He began, hoping to change the subject, "how much do you know about dreams?"

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