Allye/Performances/Creepy Doll Series

The Creepy Doll series is an ongoing series of acts wherein Allye and Almarius terrify delight the general population with eerily matching doll costumes and vaguely threatening songs and stories.

Murder Doll Duet

You see Little Howler Almarius Kendialahle, Candy Apple of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Gnome Bard.
Almarius's features are hidden behind a beautiful porcelain mask painted with wide blue eyes and an expressive red mouth. Spider-like cracks form thin veins along her forehead and eyes, the fractures becoming larger and more malevolent as they move across the cheek. Small pieces of china have fallen away to reveal black voids that lead to a brutally gaping hole along her jaw.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a raggedly torn winterweave corset stained with dark blood at the shoulders, a shredded snowflake tulle skirt marred by bloody handprints at the hem and a pair of dainty woolen shoes tied with white silk ribbons.


You see Moon Warrior Allye Karayilma, a Prydaen.
Allye's features are hidden behind a beautiful porcelain mask painted with wide blue eyes and an expressive red mouth. Spider-like cracks form thin veins along her forehead and eyes, the fractures becoming larger and more malevolent as they move across the cheek. Small pieces of china have fallen away to reveal black voids that lead to a brutally gaping hole along her jaw.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a raggedly torn winterweave corset stained with dark blood at the shoulders, a shredded snowflake tulle skirt marred by bloody handprints at the hem and a pair of dainty woolen shoes tied with white silk ribbons.


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(Allye stutters to the center of the room with sharp, unnatural movements. She reaches into her carpetbag to pull out a music box, and with twitching fingers she winds the box's key.)

(Allye's music box slowly creaks open, seemingly of its own volition. A ragged, spinning ballerina figurine is revealed as tines within the box begin to brush against the inner mechanisms. A haunting melody creeps through the air, the tinny notes ringing out with a jarring discordance.)

Allye smiles darkly, the eerie twist of her features barely visible beneath the cracks of her porcelain mask.

(Almarius slowly shuffles out towards Allye, her feet pointed in opposite directions. Each step appears to get heavier before she crumples into a heap on the ground. Scraping her hands along the floor, she makes out a soft "mmuuhh" sound as she pushes herself to her feet again.)

Almarius suddenly starts jerking around and flailing her arms wildly.

(Almarius staggers to her knees, she continues to try to find her voice, soft M's and O's sounds muffled by her mask. Picking herself up again, her body continues to spasm awkwardly in a dance.)

(Allye's music box advances its uncanny tune. She sets the box on the ground, nearly falling over as she struggles to right herself once more. She takes rough, lurching steps towards Almarius and joins her flailing dance.)

Almarius sings in a sopranino voice:

   "We didn't want this, we never asked it to occur,
   Living our lives one moment, the next all a blur!
   That mad toymaker, he made us this way,
   He stole us and shrunk us, and now he will pay!"


Allye waves her hands about wildly, whirling them through space like a demented windmill.

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "He trapped us and turned us, and set us in pose,
   Our porcelain faces, our lace, frills, and bows.
   The finest collection he thought he could make,
   But soon he will find it was all a mistake."


(Almarius quickly turns on her heels and faces up to Nilme with a slow, sinister tilt of her head and unblinking eyes she asks, "M...mmm...mama?")

(Almarius stares at Nilme emotionlessly. Without breaking her gaze, she takes a series of shambling steps back towards Allye, and the pair launch into the chorus together.)

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "That's it, we are done! It's time we broke through!
   Mere playthings he made us, but now he will rue.
   We'll tear him apart, and if you dissent,
   Then watch out, watch out,
   We'll come for you next!"


(Allye approaches Kaedan with an unsteady, convulsing gait as the ominous refrain trails into the next verse.)

Allye reaches for Kaedan's right eye, but he instinctively flinches back from her.

Almarius sings in a sopranino voice:

   "We'll stare glassy-eyed as we wait in his shop,
   And he won't suspect that we're not merely props,
   Until the doomed night we enact retribution,
   He'll learn then, for him, there is no absolution."


(Almarius finally turns her gaze from Nilme and shuffles into a shambling dance around her partner, awkward steps and movements marring her act.)

Almarius's doll mask asks, "Maaammm...a??"
You notice Almarius's lips move slightly.

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "And what will you do as our vengeance draws near?
   Will you stand in our way? Will you cower in fear?
   Or per- pER- p-pER-perrr
   Puhhhhh..."


(Allye seems to lose wind mid-verse, collapsing in upon herself. She droops down from the waist, her motionless arms dangling loosely from her bowed torso.)

(Almarius stumbles toward Allye in a panicked clamber of clumsy limbs. She stands on her tiptoes and reaches into the air over the hunched figure's corset, pantomiming a tortuous winding motion as if turning a large key jutting out from her back.)

(Allye rises slowly once more to her full height, staring out at the gathered crowd with a chilling, unblinking gaze. Unaccompanied, the music box continues playing its odd, dissonant tune. After an unnervingly long moment, she begins her verse again.)

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "And what will you do as our vengeance draws near?
   Will you stand in our way? Will you cower in fear?
   Or perhaps you will realize, perhaps you will see,
   In the end, we'll be no more monstrous than he."


Almarius waves her hands about wildly, whirling them through space like a demented windmill.

Almarius sings in a sopranino voice:

   "The cracks in our porcelain, the darkness within,
   The slaughterous violence about to begin.
   He did this, he did this, blame him and not us,
   When all finds its end in blood, ash, and dust."


(Allye falls back into lock-step with Almarius, and the pair twirl in a disjointed circle. Their song reaches its final chorus, and they raise their voices together once more.)

Almarius sings in a sopranino voice:

   "That's it, we are done! It's time we broke through!
   Mere playthings he made us, but now he will rue.
   We'll tear him apart, and if you dissent,
   Then watch out, watch out,
   We'll come for you next!"


(Almarius jerks her body, twisting into abnormal angles as the final moppet threat is issued.)

(Allye sends a jolt of her leg toward the music box, kicking its lid with enough force that it shuts with a crisp snap. The eerie, metallic music abruptly ceases.)

(Almarius arrhythmicly raises her arm up, her finger wiggling trying to find the strength to raise, she gestures randomly into an empty space. A harrowing noise emits from her mask "Mmmaaaww..." Her voice trails off as her upper body suddenly slumps forward in a bow.)

As Allye begins a sophisticated genuflection, she suddenly topples forwards, her equipment flopping over her shoulders as she face plants into the floor.

As Almarius begins a sophisticated genuflection, she suddenly topples forwards, her equipment flopping over her shoulders as she face plants into the floor.

Primrose Doll Duet

You see Little Howler Almarius Kendialahle, Candy Apple of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Gnome Bard.
Almarius' eyes are large, extravagantly lashed and glassy, their unblinking brightness reminiscent of a doll's unnerving clarity.  Rosy, cherubic cheeks are stained with rouge in the form of perfect circles that frame pretty pink pouting lips.  A chain of braided primrose curls above her temples on either side, trailing down each cheek to the curve of her dimpled chin.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a petite porcelain primrose, an indigo batiste gown trimmed in black lace, some black lace long gloves, some pristine white thigh-high stockings decorated with black bows and some polished black leather shoes.


You are Moon Warrior Allye Karayilma, Treasurer of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen.
Allye's eyes are large, extravagantly lashed and glassy, their unblinking brightness reminiscent of a doll's unnerving clarity.  Rosy, cherubic cheeks are stained with rouge in the form of perfect circles that frame pretty pink pouting lips.  A chain of braided primrose curls above her temples on either side, trailing down each cheek to the curve of her dimpled chin.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a petite porcelain primrose, an indigo batiste gown trimmed in black lace, some black lace long gloves, some pristine white thigh-high stockings decorated with black bows and some polished black leather shoes.


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Almarius brightly exclaims, "Hi, I'm Primrose!"

Allye brightly exclaims, "Hi, I'm Primrose!"

Lashes lowered modestly, Almarius gives a flirtatious smile as she sinks into a graceful curtsy.

Lashes lowered modestly, Allye gives a flirtatious smile as she sinks into a graceful curtsy.

(Almarius slowly reaches her hand up to cover her mouth, her shoulders rising and falling in playful laughter.  Facing Allye, Almarius gives a gentle smile and a slight nod towards her partner before adjusting her gloves.)

Almarius sweetly sings in a sopranino voice:

   "Pretty, pretty Primrose. So shiny and dear!
    Her wide, guileless eyes, brightened by cheer.
    Pretty, pretty Primrose. She's ready to play!
    Your bestest best friend, today and always."


(Allye also giggles demurely, her hand covering her mouth and muffling a delicate shimmer of a laugh.  She gives a small tug to one of her long lace gloves as it begins to slip, turning to Almarius with a soft, matching smile.)

Allye sweetly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Pretty, pretty Primrose.  So shiny and dear!
    Her wide, guileless eyes, brightened by cheer.
    Pretty, pretty Primrose.  She's ready to play!
    Your bestest best friend, today and always."


(Almarius's wide gaze lands upon a pair of black leather shoes lying at her feet, and she plops down onto the ground, staring at them helplessly.)

(Allye bounces over to Almarius and kneels before her, gingerly putting on the shoes for her.)

(Almarius's smile broadens as she stands and finds that the shoes are slightly too large, wobbling a bit as her toes wiggle within.)

Almarius cheerfully sings in a sopranino voice:

   "Bend me and pose me however you like,
    Pick out my shoes, and then lace them tight.
    Remove my hats to brush out my curls.
    You can even give me a big ole' twirl!"


With a big smile, Almarius begins to spin around.  She turns faster and faster before losing her balance and stumbling into Vixonia.  Almarius quickly wobbles to her feet, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

Almarius blinks at Vixonia.

Almarius blinks at Vixonia.

A delighted smile illuminates Allye's features as her gaze falls upon Vixonia.

(Allye seems to notice Vixonia at the same time as Almarius, her lips falling open into a tiny "o" as she stares in wonder at the beautiful Prydaen woman.)

(Almarius tilts her head coquettishly at Vixonia as her perfectly pouting lips stretch into a bright grin.  Her voice joins Allye's to exclaim in cheerful unison, "Would you like to be my friend?")

Almarius glances at Allye.

Allye glances at Almarius.

Allye clears her throat.

Allye over-joyously sings in a soprano voice:

   "I'll love you forever, then I'll love you some more.
    Just promise that I'm the only one you'll adore.
    You can look all about, but you'd best just believe,
    You'll never find another friend quite like me!"


(Allye totters toward Vixonia, nudging Alma out of the way with her hip.  She spreads her arms out with a beaming smile, as if seeking a hug.  One hand flies back to knock Alma's curls slightly out of place... unintentionally, probably.)

(Almarius stumbles back a few steps before catching herself.  She looks up at Allye's back with her unblinking gaze, and she sashays past her rival's reach to stand before Vixonia.  With a sudden jerk of her head, she bumps Allye with a hard thump and sings out with her voice a little louder.)

Almarius sings in a sopranino voice:

   "Pretty, pretty Primrose.  So shiny and dear!
    Happy at last, now that I have you so near.
    Pretty, pretty Primrose. I'm ready to play!
    We're bestest best friends, today and always."


Allye frowns at Alma, her hands on her hips and her lips curled in a fierce pout.  She flounces to Vixonia's opposite side, hugging her arm and gazing up at her with an adoring grin.

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "Pretty, pretty Primrose.  So shiny and dear!
    Happy at last, now that I have you so near.
    Pretty, pretty Primrose.  I'm ready to play!
    We're bestest best friends, today and always."


(Almarius flashes a glare at Allye, scurrying in between her and Vixonia's legs.  Alma's hips push on Allye's knee, trying to keep her off.  She hugs tightly and looks up in awe at her new bestest friend.)

(Allye clutches Vixonia's hand, refusing to let go despite Almarius' jostling.)

(Allye dips into a neat curtsy.  Her vast eyes never blink as she turns back to gaze at her new best friend.)

(Almarius slowly crouches down and with a sudden burst of energy, she leaps up to grip Vixonia's hand and drag her hand down to Gnome level. With a gleeful grin, Almarius proceeds to fall into a deep curtsy, never letting her best friend's hand go.)

Lashes lowered modestly, Almarius gives a flirtatious smile as she sinks into a graceful curtsy.

Lashes lowered modestly, Allye gives a flirtatious smile as she sinks into a graceful curtsy.

Allye gazes fondly at Vixonia.

Almarius glances at Allye.

(Allye leans on Vixonia, dropping her head down onto her friend's shoulder.  She giggles to herself, her perfectly placed curls trembling with her mirth.)

(Almarius's emotionless face stares up at Allye, her eyes darting back and forth between her and Vixonia. Her hands twitch tightly before relaxing again.)

(Almarius, after finishing cheering for THE Cythra, moves back to Vixonia's side and nuzzles into her leg.  She gives a quick smug look at Allye, before giggling to herself and snuggling into her best friend.)

(Allye stands eerily still, staring at Almarius and Vixonia, her unblinking eyes and plastered smile frozen in place.  A dark shadow passes over her gaze for just a moment, filling them with an abyssal black color.  Almost immediately, they return to their original vivid turquoise, and the shift is so quick that it seems impossible to know if they ever changed at all.)

Almarius says, "Hi, I'm Primrose! I want to sing some more about my best friend."

Allye gazes at Vixonia in wonder.

Allye blinks at Almarius.

Allye exclaims, "Wait, me too!  And me too!"

Almarius pointedly ignores Allye.

(Almarius spins on the heels of her black leather shoes, using the soft squeaks to help ignore Allye.  She looks up towards Vixonia with a bright beaming face.  Her affable voice fills the room as she sings towards her bestest friend.)

Almarius sings in a sopranino voice:

   "Oh Pretty Pretty Elven Lady can't you see?
    Just how wonderful that you and I can be!
    We can have all the costumes and cupcakes,
    Bestest of all with me, they'll even be fur free."


(Allye's perfectly pretty features twist in a grotesque rage.  She throws herself between Almarius and Vixonia, nearly shouting her next verse at the Gnome.)

Allye shrilly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Oh no, my goodness, but I thought that you knew!
    Fur is the best because my best friend has fur too!
    Don't insult my friend, or you'll have to deal with me!
    She likes me more anyway, I stand taller than her knee!"


(Almarius's face twists in a fury that the mask can no longer contain.  Her arms jerk around, flailing and gesturing towards Allye.)

Almarius sings in a sopranino voice:

   "Best friend shows her elegance and grace
    While certain other people here need more space.
    Your notes are off-rhythm, they're shaky and flat,
    Probably because you can't even snap!"


Allye shakes her fist at Almarius!

(Allye, rather than beginning another verse, gasps in utter indignation.)

Allye defiantly exclaims, "I can too snap!"

Allye produces a muffled snap with the pads of her furry fingers.

Allye produces a muffled snap with the pads of her furry fingers.

Allye frowns.

(Allye clenches her hands into fists and bends down toward Almarius to emit a long, loud, shrieking scream of wordless rage.)

(Almarius opens her mouth in turn and an ear shattering screech abruptly fills the air.  Noticing Allye wincing and holding her ears, Alma kicks at Allye's shoes causing faint scuffing marks to form along the top.  Not finished with her attacks, Alma deftly moves her hands and unties the bows on Allye's stockings.)

(Allye stares down in disbelief as the bows on her stockings unravel and the pale fabric accordions down to her ankles.  She lets loose another scream of outrage and lunges forward, her claws directed at Almarius' face!  She fortunately misses her mark, instead ripping the porcelain mask off of her impromptu sparring partner, who reaches up to grab it before it can fall and shatter on the floor.)

Almarius removes her porcelain primrose, revealing her face.

Almarius blinks.

Almarius blinks.

Almarius acts puzzled.

(Almarius stumbles back looking up at her Too Mom.  Her eyes widen with surprise as she frantically moves about, dodging swings and jabs. She jumps and scurries backwards, putting a lot of distance between herself and her primrose counterpart.)

(Almarius tilts her head in a thoughtful manner, clearly trying to remember something.  With a look of sudden realization dawning on her face, Alma quickly swipes at Allye's mask when she lunges at her again.)

(Allye snatches her mask from mid-air as it drops, seeming to snap out of some trance as she does so.)

Allye removes her porcelain primrose, revealing her face.

Allye quirks both ears outward for a moment, letting out a startled hiss.

Allye looks over the area with an appraising gaze.

Allye hesitantly says, "Um..."

(Almarius grabs Allye's hand and they both glance at each other, eyes slightly panicked and round as saucers.  They nod to one another and, in unison, curtsy.)

(Allye doesn't let go of Almarius' hand as they rush off of the staging area and back into the crowd, both looking quite sheepish.)