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aefenglom log posting account ([personal profile] faileas) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-05-03 03:07 pm

Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

I. Boaltinn (1st - 3rd)

    Boaltinn comes around again. A handful of Mirrorbound will remember the holiday from last year, but for others, it will be brand new. In both Residential Districts, bonfires burn in central locations through the night, frequented by the residents celebrating another summer come to Aefenglom. Curiously, while last year the bonfires seemed quite segregated by human or Monster, this year, there is more of a noticeable mix at each, and Mirrorbound are invited to join the games and festivities quite happily. Characters are invited to try and jump through the bonfire's flames to burn away any poor relationship experiences, be it romantic or platonic, past or present; to aid them in this, those at the Eastern Bonfire will give those participating rune-etched accessories to protect them from the fire.

    The city has quite a bit to offer for this holiday: shared rose baths at public bathhouses and pleasure establishments that increase feelings of friendliness and talkativeness, poles draped in ribbons meant to be danced around, wrapping a ribbon around the pole to bring good luck for the summer, food stalls whose offerings are meant to be shared, and fortune-telling set up by Divination students of the Coven, who can tell your day is going to go.


To see last year's Boaltinn prompts, you can take a glance right here! Much of it, including the bonfires, baths, and entertainments will be similar this year, so feel free to use those in your top levels.
II. An Unusual Arrival (3rd on)

    A full year from the arrival of the first group of Mirrorbound, the 1st passes quietly, with no one showing up in the mirror-lined halls of the Looking-Glass House. Dates and times are important in most kinds of magic, and this is strange enough that some Witches of the Coven get together on the night of the 3rd to try a probing ritual, attempting to gather some kind of clues that could be useful in prying out the cottage's secrets. Boaltinn is the best time for such things, when the boundaries are thinner, and magic is stronger.

    Those who are awake that night at 3 am might notice a pulse of harmless silvery light that spreads like ripples on water throughout the whole city, originating at the Looking-Glass House, but nothing further happens, and the Coven receives no answers.

    Well, nothing happens in the Looking-Glass House.

    Before long, the reports start coming in: people are emerging from mirrors, regular old mundane mirrors, all over the city. Anything with a particularly reflective surface could be an entry point for someone from another world! Inhabited homes, businesses closed and locked for the night, pools of still water in fountains or the river, these unorthodox Mirrorbound pop up anywhere and everywhere, causing chaos for the City Guard (folks aren't happy to find strangers in their bathrooms at 3 in the morning) and the Coven both.

    Out of nowhere, a glint of light catches your eye; your heart thunders in your ears as your body moves on its own, your mind consumed with inspecting the source. Your reflection stares back at you, just as curious from the surface - a mirror, a pool of water, your most trusted sword, something fleeting that your mind can barely remember - then ripples at your touch. If you are one of these unfortunate arrivals, it's likely a rude awakening for you, to find yourself somewhere inconvenient, somewhere other than where you've been. It only makes sense to be confused. Hopefully someone finds you and explains to you what's happened to you.

    Resident Mirrorbound will hear a message from Miss Nessie shortly after it begins, a call to arms: "Dears, I'm quite sorry to disturb you, but it seems your fellows are arriving elsewhere than the Looking-Glass House this month! We're trying to track them all down for the usual welcome, but we could use a hand or several! If you could just bring them by the Coven, the usual spot, that would be lovely." She'll give her usual orientation and pass out Watches, but no doubt the Mirrorbound will be more helpful in this regard, with so many arriving.


III. The Goblin Market (All Month)

    Life goes on in Aefenglom, despite the addition of so many new residents. With the City Guard decidedly busy dealing with the sudden flood of break-ins (or, more accurately, break-outs?), the vendors of the Goblin Market find opportunity to set up their stalls more openly than they have since the crack-downs some months ago. They pop up all over the city, but clustered more often in the Residential Districts and the Harbor District, where there are even fewer law enforcement agents out and about to run them off.

    These sellers, while not as devoid of morals as those major players of the Black Market, still have very few compunctions when it comes to lying, cheating, fencing stolen goods, and misrepresenting their wares to unsuspecting buyers. It's also the place to find those things that are- not quite legal, shall we say. They won't say a word if you don't. If confronted, they are quick to pack up their things and slip away, however; they know this city and its hiding places a lot better than you do.

    With a brand new batch of what the natives assume are Mirrorbound, many undergoing rapid transformations into their Monster forms, many of the wares on display are potions: supposed cure-alls for aches and itches, calming draughts for the full moon restlessness, some even claim their brews can halt changes entirely! Some concoctions are meant to increase a Witch's magical ability, or decrease it, or provide them a finer control. They offer potions that they say will eliminate the need for a Bond, or temporary Bonding potions of their own that they claim are more pure, stronger, than the ones offered by the Coven.

    Claims are only claims, though. A few remedies for the pain of changing or some regular temporary Bonding potions can be found here and there, but for every potion that works, there are twenty more that have less than pleasant side effects. A brew that will cause everything you touch to turn to solid gold for up to an hour; a potion that will invert your sense of direction - trying to turn right will make you turn left, trying to go forward will cause you to walk backward; a potion that will remove all traction from your feet, causing you to slide around as if cobblestone are the slickest ice. Worse, some shadier vendors sell things more sinister, including a potion that gives you the appearance of being moderately to heavily infected by the Cwyld.

    Even if you don't drink any, the vendors are not at all careful where they're sloshing those bottles around, trying to show them off, and they all activate on skin contact.

IV. A Wilde Hunt (7th - 22nd)

    All Mirrorbound, temporary or not, are likely to feel it. Monsters are always affected by the full moons, but this month, it is more. Stronger. Instincts rise to the surface as the Sisters emerge full and visible in the night sky, and for many Mirrorbound, they are undergoing rapid transformations into whatever type of Monster they are meant to be. Curiously, the natives get along like they usually do, noticing nothing out of the norm, other than the increased agitation and restlessness from Mirrorbound Monsters.

    Monsters' aggression fades when the Sisters start to wane, but as the new moons approach on the 22nd, Mirrorbound Witches will notice their magical reserves overfilling, and will find themselves stricken with the overwhelming urge to use it, until casting spells, pushing one's magical limits, is almost a compulsion. Those who are not in proper Witch-Monster Bonds will feel it even stronger, with no stabilizing magic to consume (for Monsters) or avenues to expend magic (for Witches) other than casting spells. (For those who are interested, the Coven does offer temporary Bonding potions which can be used to help alleviate the effects somewhat.)

    The Coven Witches notice the signs, and they take decisive action on the morning of the 6th, the day before the full moons. So many Mirrorbound, likely to be so heavily affected by the lunar cycle this month, many of them coming into new features and abilities at a breakneck pace, only spells danger for the city. They barricade off a massive chunk of Wilde outside Aefenglom, largely free of Cwyld and totally bereft of farms, homes, and Wilder outposts. They invite anyone who feels the effects of the moons too strongly to control to come out for a Hunt. The hunting grounds will be open nightly to anyone who needs to work off restless energy or overflowing magic; all participants will be warned that their safety cannot be guaranteed from others, but they won't be able to harm bystanders out here.

    The woods are thick, with the river cutting through them, and full of wildlife. There is room to run and chase prey, or room to play with your developing magic. Play cat and mouse with your friends or Bondmates, or stalk a stranger. If playing games isn't your thing, there is something else to hunt out here as well.

    With the deep Wilde entering into Winter, this patch of land so close to the city is much warmer, and fearsome Shades have emerged to search for prey. These were once living beings, Monsters, Witches, or animals, who have been overtaken by Cwyld infection long ago, leaving them dead but for the infection, white-eyed and seeking out sources of magic to consume and infect. Anything could become a Shade, but the most common out right now are the ferocious remains of bears, wolves, and nomadic Arachne and Turnskins. If not killed, these Shades threaten the people of the Outer City, when they inevitably escape the barricade. Careful to limit your contact, though; anyone infected upon their return to the gates will be escorted straight to the infirmary.



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[personal profile] arturiarex 2020-05-12 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The anxiety is probably the worst part; the feeling that one can't be comfortable.

[ Saber shakes her head. That anxiety leads to a loss of control. Something she has no desire to revisit or experience. ]

I wouldn't mind company in the least. Getting another perspective on it would be... welcome.

[ She pauses, fingering her walking stick. ]

How difficult have you found the physical issues to adjust to?
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[personal profile] shinkunochou 2020-05-12 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[he takes the strawberry and she relaxes instantly, smiling lightly.] I’m used to sharing. I’d always share with my sister, so... It feels wrong keeping it all to myself. I couldn’t enjoy it if the people I’m with couldn’t enjoy it too, especially if it’s something good.

[She nibbles on the next strawberry and her eyes light up with delight] And this is really good! Big brother, thank you very much!
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[personal profile] wylderrant 2020-05-12 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Iramaat sticks her tongue out at the merchant and waves a hand dismissively. If nothing else, she enjoys making a bit of trouble now and again. ]

You hear that? She wants to test it out. Don't blame me if you're upselling it and it turns out it's not nearly as good as you claim. Or maybe you should let her test it? If it's really all that great, well...

[ Iramaat looks and sounds absolutely delighted by this. ]
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[personal profile] jichengren 2020-05-12 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They're both having the same thought. If only they had the presence of mind to speak it aloud, they would know they're on the same page. Still, Zixuan places a hand on A-Ling's shoulder again, looking him square in the eye. ]

I won't leave you. As long as I have a say in matters, I will stay by your side. I intend to make up for the time we have lost, by whatever means necessary. I--

[ He doesn't quite know how to do that, though, is the thing, so he's left trailing off awkwardly again.

Thankfully, there comes a interruption in the form of some rippling in the water of the fountain behind them. Zixuan turns, his attention caught. His hand flying to Suihua's handle. ]
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iii. goblin market (I couldn't resist Byleth in his natural habit of returning Lost Items...)

[personal profile] silentsavant 2020-05-12 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Soren has, in fact, misplaced an item of his. Normally, it wouldn't be such a loss, but this one in particular holds some sentimental value — a part of his hoard he will wear on his person from time to time. He's currently in the process of retracing his steps, eyes scanning the dull stone streets for a brilliant pop of color. As his chest tightens down on the diminishing hope of ever finding it, another dragon approaches him to ask if he'd misplaced...

...a harlequin doll?

Soren scowls, vertical pupils constricting.

"Why would you think that belongs to me? Ugh..." He crosses his arms, twitches his tail, and tilts his head away in rejection of the sad, silly doll, ready to turn and walk away. "I don't have time to clown around with you. I'm looking for something—"

And then, he stops to give Byleth a double-take. There, poking out of one of his pockets... a flash of cobalt blue. His eyes widen back in extreme interest.

"Wait. What is that?" He points to it, ready to spring upon the other dragon if he has to. If it's a feather, then it might be his ~lost item~...
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[personal profile] trulygifted 2020-05-12 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)

That's me!

( Nico's smile is lop-sided and broad because hey, the Dante remembered who she is! Fingers crossed it's because she made a good first impression with that gift, and because Dante holds a fond spot in his heart for her grandmother. In Nico's humble opinion, Nell was truly the best of the best. )

My daddy left us for dead when I was a kid, and Nell took me as her own in after momma died. I've always done right by her.

( Her smile softens to something smaller, more fond, as she remembers Nell. She'd had a real family with the Goldsteins, and she'll be forever grateful for that. She glances over at Dante as her expression brightens up some more: )

And don't think she didn't tell me about you. Fixin' up your weapons? That was just about one of her favourite things to do.

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[personal profile] rootstalks 2020-05-12 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The gilt walls and sweeping gauze of her chambers are closing in around her, soothed by the chime of a bell and the soft sounds of a baby just drifted to sleep. There is no news, and she wants... She wants a great deal, all at once; not least to see them all safe, within her arms, where she can protect-- she cuts the thought off, blinking away the beginnings of what can't possibly be tears, with A-Xian on his way, and--

A sudden movement in the mirror, distorted through damp eyelashes, has her reach for her sword and A-Ling, not in that order, but the movement is gold, and more silk, and a familiar figure. She hesitates, lurches-- she surfaces, freshwater pouring from her shoulders. A sword in one hand. A blanket, pulled from a cot by panicked fingers, in the other.

From the small fountain, Jiang Yanli stumbles out through the spray. ]
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[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-05-12 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jin Ling jolts into reaction a second behind his father and stands up from the bench, hand going for his own Suihua as he backs up a couple of steps.

he doesn't falter even as he sees the stranger woman emerge from the fountain, just as he had when he arrived here, but he relaxes a tad because this is just another rival... he doesn't speak, a little too emotionally tired to be indignant and pompous, but even so, he keeps his distance, frowning. ]
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[personal profile] exsoldier 2020-05-12 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's only when they move, tucking away behind her back, that Zack fully registers the wings. Whether they represent being something monstrous or freedom (or if it's all in the eye of the beholder), he can't say for sure. But he doesn't comment on them for now, sensing that there's something he's missing here.

They were close, but there is that bit of hesitation that makes him wonder. He can't begin to imagine at the truth, but he also realizes that being forgotten like this can't be easy for the young woman. And as much as he'd like to dredge up those memories somehow, it isn't in the cards. At least not yet. It's something he'll have to look into. This place has magic, right? So maybe... ]


A lot? [ He places a fist under his chin in thought, tapping one foot as he runs through a quick mental list. ] Yeah, guess I do. But I think we should start with your name.

[ The sooner that he can slide into a friendly rapport with her, the better, if it means she'll feel less bad about all this. ]
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[personal profile] xaela 2020-05-12 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[In contrast, the last time she remembers seeing Alya was when she herself had just returned from the First and had to gently reassure the other Scions once she regaled them with what had happened. Though despite the colour changes, she doesn't seem at all injured - yet, her response gets her brows to furrow, confusion washing over her once more.

So she's a Witch as well? But what happened? As far as she was told, becoming a Witch didn't involve any physical changes - ]


I'm fine, but wait a moment. [Both hands raise now, as she also steps closer to the other woman. Squinting even more so at her, as she tries to figure out what exactly is going on.]

This doesn't make sense, your eyes and hair... They weren't white when I last saw you. And I know I haven't been in the First that long before I was pulled here.
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[personal profile] perspicaciously 2020-05-12 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If only he was from a further point in time...he wouldn't be so casual about it. But Ruby's words do strike a chord with him and he'll tilt his head curiously back at her. ]

Do you mean the part of arriving in an entirely new world, Miss Rose? Or is there...something else? You seem to be decidedly more on edge than usual...

[ Something happened back home, then? He'll wait for her to respond before even trying to ask more questions. ]
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Alphinaud Leveilleur | Final Fantasy XIV | Puca

[personal profile] shatteredbravery 2020-05-12 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Arrival!]

[Alphinaud doesn’t know what happened, save that he’s been spirited away somewhere. It started innocently enough, with his sister throwing him in a shallow pond in order to help him ‘overcome his fear’ of water, but the next thing he knows he’s interrupting a lovely couple having dinner. He doesn’t get much of a chance to look around before quickly excusing himself and exiting into the street, but it’s immediately clear to him that he isn’t in Nordvant any more.]

[Not that the street is much better. All around him is any number of strange creatures, none of which he’s seen before. He does his best to avoid staring, but he’s also overwhelmed.]

[But he can’t dawdle forever, and so he eventually approaches someone to ask for help.]


Excuse me, could you tell me where we are? I believe I’m lost.

[Goblin Market]

[Once the situation is explained to Alphinaud, he settles in rather quickly. It may be the strangest thing that’s ever happened to him, but only just. Alphinaud is no stranger to being stranded in a foreign land, and he immediately sets to work doing what he does best. Making connections.]

[In this case, it means going to the Goblin Market. It’s not hard to see that some of these merchants are...less than honest. He’s not going to buy anything without first negotiating; he learned his lesson with the sword.]

[He stumbles upon a stall selling temporary bonding potions and picks one up, looking at it with a critical eye.]


A potion to prevent the need for bonding? I’d wager that, if this worked, there wouldn’t be so much talk of bonding when we first arrived. This could prove dangerous.

[Transformation]

[The changes are subtle at first, but one day Alphinaud awakes to find he has a new set of ears. At some point during his sleep, he’s begun to turn into a rabbit.]

[He spends longer than he wants to admit trying to conceal them before eventually giving up, and going about his daily business. If he pretends that they’re not there, no one else will notice, right?]

[Someone please, mention the ears. He’ll definitely take it well.]


[Wildcard.]

[Hit me up for anything not listed here! My plurk is [plurk.com profile] bronnichiwa for anyone who wants to plot.]
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[personal profile] meteodrives 2020-05-12 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The goblin starts trying to get at him, swiping gnarled fingers and shouting. Tifa's watching that cat calmly, quietly, and once the goblin seems like he might get close enough to actually bat at the cat, she reaches out and snatches the seller by the back of the tunic, dragging him back towards her.

Her gaze is steely. ]


I'd asked for something to help with the Bonding process, remember? Not hair. So if you're trying to sell me something nasty, forget it.

[ For all that she should be angry, she really isn't; she knew she was signing up for something that likely wouldn't give her what she wanted, after all. This place reeks of a scam.

So now, she reaches up with her arms, opening them. ]


Thank you. Do you want to come down, so he doesn't bother you anymore?
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[personal profile] jichengren 2020-05-12 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Is it strange? That he recognized the blanket first. Maybe it's because he was assessing any threats before looking to see who the stranger was, not expecting any more familiar faces in this foreign place.

He recognizes the blanket as coming from A-Ling's cot, and that's what makes his eyes travel up to the face of the one holding it. ]


A-Li?

[ Without any further thought, Zixuan rushes forward, into the pool of the fountain, to catch his wife as she stumbles. He doesn't know how she's here-- but then, he doesn't know how any of them are here. As he catches her, his face is worried and excited all at once. ]

A-Li, you'll never believe who I've found...
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Transformation

[personal profile] wordsinthesoul 2020-05-12 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, well in that case- Thancred has an idea. He reaches out to pat right between those ears, mindful of his own fingers.]

Finally growing into yourself, I see!

[…as much as he is being a pain, he's concerned for Alphinaud, too- if hiding it behind a grin.]
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babe

[personal profile] redload 2020-05-12 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[no gunshow—not yet, anyway—as dante clambers out of his little spot in ruined debris heaven. it takes him a moment to stretch his back, and move his head from side to side, as if stretching. he's rubbing his jaw with a hand as he walks on over towards his sword, just about pausing when the pink-haired woman points a gun at him.]

[it's gonna be that way, huh?]


I'm going to have to thank you for finding it.

[an easy shrug and a raise of a brow. slowly, he puts his hands up to show that other than the gloves on his hands, he's not armed.]

Quite impressive, isn't it?

[the sword.]
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[personal profile] shatteredbravery 2020-05-12 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Thancred pats him, Alphinaud grimaces. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the gesture, he does view Thancred as a friend, but he can’t help but feel like he’s being coddled. All of that time he’s worked to seem more mature...and now this.]

[Eventually, he sighs, looking up at Thancred. His ears bounce up when he moves his head which, to anyone from the outside, is probably adorable. To Alphinaud it’s infuriating.]


Yes, well, when I said I wanted to grow taller, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.
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[personal profile] stopfen 2020-05-12 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stares back, not blinking, never blinking. Even as she tilts her head, waiting for him. His voice sounded very different to the dragon man's...]

The last talking animal I met. Turned out to be a human. [A human person, not a monster or other definition of a person. Then there's a beat and she adds. ]

...He was naked.
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[personal profile] freeing 2020-05-12 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Daenerys does not move, not until she sees open palms with no threat to her. It was not as if she immediately distrusts him, it was anyone. Regardless of who it was, the small Queen must be cautious.

Those eyes are the first thing she catches sight of, and soon his hands. Tentatively from the shadows, the woman with peppered draconic features is caught by whatever moonlight they did have. ]


To find a dragon. [ Saying her child was her first wish, but it would dredge up miscommunication. ] Modestly sized, black. I caught a mere glimpse of him before losing him – he is hunting, I imagine but I must bring him home safely.

[ It was clear she was prepared to some extent, her silver-gold tresses weaved back out of her face and her bag clinging tightly to her back. Weapons, of course, to her hip that were primitive and exotic all at once. ]

Tell me, please... have you seen such a creature?
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[personal profile] lieutenant_lineface 2020-05-12 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
What is it?

[Hubert is still digesting the apparent facts of the situation, himself, so he's going to let Asbel lead the conversation for the time being. Since there's a lot he could talk about ("brother I don't think we're in Kansas Ephinea anymore") it'd be best to go through things piece by piece.]
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[personal profile] major_megane 2020-05-13 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Hubert has had a lot of practice in learning to mask his emotions, but this whole situation is so bizarre that his usual defenses aren't what they usually are. He recoils in shock ever so slightly at Mikasa turning around, and almost considers begging pardon and going to find someone else to talk to. On the other hand, he wouldn't want to accidentally offend or anger her. Who knows what she's capable of?

He regains his composure a little and clears his throat. He had some questions to ask already, but it looks like more are being added to the list.]


I'm sorry..."mirror house"?

[There's definitely nothing like that on Ephinea as far as he knows.]
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[personal profile] redload 2020-05-13 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[this business is getting pretty funny, if dante were to be honest with himself. any thoughts he may have on the matter are kept to himself, though, as he follows the woman in red along towards a house—up a stairwell and into a small flat. there's not much for conversation, the silence taken in by the on-and-off scratching of the scales on his arms, a whistle here and there.]

[if this were anything else, he would think that she's either planning to bleed him out tenderly or ask for something else entirely.]

[he's grinning in extreme amusement to himself. oh, the options.]


It's not the first time someone's been after my blood. Can't imagine why you need it, but you sound pretty desperate, babe.
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[personal profile] weiward 2020-05-13 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Time plays by its own rules here. It had been sixteen years since he last saw me.

[if jin zixuan's observant, he might notice the slip of ribbon around wei wuxian's wrist, a familiar pale blue color. a piece of a lan head ribbon to be sure, lending a little more credence to his claims.]

I'm sure the Coven is working on getting you back, it just might take some time. [he doubts that the city is up to a jin's standards, but he can at least help him find a roof to go over his head. oh, and there's the details about changes and bonds too, but wei wuxian's distracted by the unfamiliar name.] A-Ling?
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[personal profile] redload 2020-05-13 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[to be fair, it's hard to forget someone like nell—at a time when he was a teenager, younger than nero and nico are now, with a suicidal edge and a temper when it came to mistreating guns, nell had been a motherly figure when he lacked one (when it was too painful to think of his own mother in any kind of way). nell never did speak much of herself or her family, their interactions usually short and heavy with some kind of appreciation for each other, though never quite crossing the distance towards honesty.]

[which is why it's somewhat surprising to her nico say that nell mentioned him at all.]

I see.

[it's something of a quite mutter, an uncertain rub at the back of his head as he takes a glance at nico. looks absolutely nothing like the nell he remembers—but he figures the woman had a big heart, adopting and all that.]

She was good to me.

[the details he decides to spare on nico, dropping his hand and keeping on, down the street.]

Shouldn't Nero be with you? I thought you two were inseparable.
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[personal profile] freeing 2020-05-13 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her gaze was strong, her lips clamped together to keep any fumbling words from spilling out. If this woman was from her world, was from a place she holds dear to her... there would be no girl. She has to be a woman – a Queen, a khaleesi, a breaker of chains... and so much more that it tires her to slip the mask back on. ]

Asshai. I was begged to escape there once, when Khal Drogo was set aflame. [ Had word of the khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, bride of Drogo reached to Melisandre's ears? The thought was insulting at the time, a bride mourning and Ser Jorah pleaded with her to escape East. She, just as perhaps Melisandre was, was dancing with fire. Baiting words to garner some reaction.

But, a dragon does not play games. Her shoulders stiffen visibly and her hands clasp tightly in front of her. ]


You are one of the Red Priestess, then? The ones they speak of in whispers, where the light has yet to consume the shadows.

[ Many of Essos did not quite follow the lord of light, after all. At least, her people didn't. ]

My birthplace is of Dragonstone, my claim is in King's Landing in Westeros. However, Essos... I spent my life there, serving no lord but instead serving the people who cannot rely on mere faith or stay blind to their own power.

[ She clears her throat. ]

My lady, one of yours visited me in Meereen to help spread word of a young Queen breaking shackles. Tell me – has word of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen never reached you?

[ dun, dun, duuuuun. ]