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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] voktys 2020-05-09 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
the room he appears in is sparsely furnished to begin with, more so now that he had properly decimated the wooden side-table just by the mirror he'd burst from. for her part, melisandre had been in the middle of a prayer, offering what she can to the lord of light so he may show her some sign, anything to guide her out of this miserable situation. to the uninitiated (or eight foot tall people who have just been dumped into the same measly circumstances), it simply looks as if she, hands outstretched, has just been singing to her fireplace – which would be the essence of it.

for a moment, she simply stares at him, red eyes wide and lips slightly parted as if she is trying to formulate some manner of a response to his sudden appearance in her newly acquired private chambers.

then she lowers her hands, tilts her head, and seems to reach some form of acceptance within herself.


Will you hand me the kindling?

no carpenter alive that could redeem what is left of the table. may as well make use of it this way.
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wilde hunt

[personal profile] weiward 2020-05-09 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's funny how he's not crying, because wei wuxian definitely hears someone crying. he follows the sound of it, pushing apart some bushes and-

he jumps back a bit at the sight of pointed furry ears, biting his tongue before he can scream for lan zhan. okay, he can do this. he knows other canine turnskins. he even talked to a wolf in the market the other day! he just needs to take a deep breath and...maybe push the bushes aside with a really long stick this time.]


Uhm...are you hurt?
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[personal profile] bravers 2020-05-09 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Right ahead it is. Even if on this world, it's turning into winter. Part of him can't help but wonder if she's cold.]

I don't know. Been here for three months. The shades haven't stopped attacking yet. Head it's gone on for even longer, too. This city, and one a ways away might be the only places left.

...What's yours like? Your world.

[The question surprises himself. He's... not normally so direct. Fooled himself for a long time into thinking that he didn't care about the answer to questions like that, too. But... he's curious. His only basis for comparison is some he'd been told about. And his own, of course- giant, flaming ball of death in the sky and all.

Only he's feeling her gaze. So he turns his head to her at it,
even if he quickly moves it back.
]

C'mon. I'll take you.
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[personal profile] holybeasts 2020-05-09 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aaah. Maria nods there as if she's hit upon a solution of some sort.]

I've never been bonded with someone else. I suppose that's a large part of my problem at the moment.

[That said she nods.]

I am. I was here... oh, months and months ago, at least according to those I've spoke to here. It looks like I'm back for now.
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[personal profile] thelittlequeen 2020-05-09 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her face betrays a small glimmer of shock before returning to it's calm, placid demeanor. She had not Melisandre, but Renly and Loras had spoken of the Red Woman that joined Stannis's side. They had made crude comments when they assumed she wasn't listening, and it seemed that their assumption was that Melisandre was Stannis's mistress.

It was her standing as a Red Priest that made Margaery uneasy. Her faith was sincere, even if the High Sept currently was bringing her to trial. This was the first she met someone of such a mystical and heretical faith that she didn't know what to think, other than feeling uncomfortable.]


It is my duty to serve them, as well as my privilege.

[Without their shouts of support, her treatment in the cells might have been worse.]

I have heard of you as well, my lady.
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arrival

[personal profile] perspicaciously 2020-05-09 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well that is certainly a sight to behold. Ruby might find herself running smack dab right into...Ozpin?! He almost doesn't budge with the force of it but his cane is there to balance him out. He sure is in his older former too, no Oscar to be found here, unfortunately. ]

Miss Rose?

[ She seems a bit...in a rush, but Ruby always ways a bit hyper in that way. ] Is everything alright?
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[personal profile] trulygifted 2020-05-09 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)

( A fellow connoisseur! Nico laughs brightly at the guy's enthusiasm, pleased to have found someone to talk to who shares her appreciation of weaponry. It's definitely an impressive looking piece: between Nero and Dante she's seen her fair share of ridiculous swords, and she knows how to appreciate both the weapon itself and the skill of a person who can wield it. )

Right! For when they don't go down so easy.

( She winks, her smile spreading into a broad grin. )

So swords are more your thing, huh?

( Nico sets her hands on her hips as she inspects it a little more closely, before turning back to him with an amused snort. )

Somethin' that big, I bet I couldn't even lift it!

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[personal profile] perspicaciously 2020-05-09 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Well the reaction is certainly understandable and Ozpin can't help but give her an apologetic look. He's confused about it too, if that helps any? He's still not entirely sure how it's possible but he'll take it while he's here. For some reason Oscar not being subjected to this place is a weight off his mind. ]

Most certainly not. But it's not entirely bad a place. Strange, yes, but I've found myself getting acclimated to its differences. Qrow is here as well, but you're the first of anyone else we've seen from Remnant.
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[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-05-09 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ no, he's just sweating from his eyes!!

he's definitely wearing familiar golden robes, and whipping his head up in alarm, on edge, and as soon as he sees who it is, his expression is caught in a mix of a scowl and wide-eyed surprise. ]


Aaaah— y... you!

[ fuck that's not polite but he's too harried to be polite also when was he ever polite anyway. ]
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[personal profile] bravers 2020-05-09 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[He looks confused- just for a moment, at what she says. Did he... imagine it, then? Did he imagine her voice there, because he wanted to hear it? Because out of everyone, she was-

No. Not the time.

His gaze drops mid-sentence, but he keeps listening. And it eventually rises as pieces fill in, things slot themselves together. So.. she was there, she really was. Nothing's false. It's just two different perspectives. He hates that he has to think about it. That he can't just take things at face value. But he has to. Because of everything that happened, he'll always have to. No use complaining.
]

Tifa- I-

[An apology is supposed to there. The same way everyone- Red, Barret, Vincent, Cid, Yuffie- hell, even Cait Sith was due one. But Tifa most of all. Because for all of it, he's ashamed. But his words fall away, his eyes widening as he's embraced.

Some time ago, he'd have hesitated. Possibly even stood there, detached, as stiff as a board, absolutely unsure of what to do in response. But things have changed. He's changed. So there's only a slight hesitation before his arms rise, to wrap around her slender frame.

And as he withdraws:
]

-Thanks.

[Not exactly smooth. But.]

So. Uh, we should get you some potions... and stuff, from the Coven. This planet's got its own rules. It changes people. And-

[I don't want anything bad to happen to you.]

- We should go.
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Re: arrival

[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-05-09 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ almost shrinking back a little because this is not someone he thought he'd run into, startled surprise written all over his face. ]

H... Hanguang-Jun?

[ wait what ?? also he's attempting to reel himself in a little. ]

How— what— I don't know where that is...
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[personal profile] ruinedempire 2020-05-09 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, so he really did come through the mirror. Of course, that answer only raises a few more questions.]

You don't look all that surprised or worried that a complete stranger appeared in your modest home without warning or reason.

[The kid doesn't seem to know or maybe he doesn't care, that he is Rufus Shinra. But he does have that calm, a practiced poker face that Rufus isn't unfamiliar with seeing, so perhaps he can't rule out anything. Nonetheless, it doesn't appear he has much of a choice beside accepting his word as truth for the time being.]

Have others come before me?
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Re: wilde hunt

[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-05-09 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this is why Zewu-Jun the less scary Lan.

nevertheless, he whips his head up in surprise, furry ears laying flat on his head, and also staring because since when is someone he knows here but also wait fuck he's not crying, definitely not! ]


Ah—

[ wow okay look he's not afraid! he reaches up to wipe at his eyes, before scowling a little without meaning to. ]

I'm not afraid!
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[personal profile] redload 2020-05-09 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[he's suffered worse than a puddle of water on the same bench as him. he only about spares nico a look before casually... shuffling a little further away from her. his trousers are leather—he doesn't want any water on them!]

Yeah, we got it sorted out.

[in one way or the other, he and vergil had definitely cuts it off and made the whole tree topple over. if only he could have enjoyed playing around with his brother a little longer, that would have been great.]

[and he cannot imagine another way that they could have landed themselves here without the use of the yamato (if portals were, in fact, a means to get here in the first place). obstinately, he pushes up to his feet and pats down at his knees. the puddle of water was getting too close to him for comfort on the bench.]


[easy-mannered, removes his red jacket and dumps it atop nico's head. he turns his back on the young woman and starts walking.]

Let's go.

[exploration time, baby.]
Edited 2020-05-09 20:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] weiward 2020-05-09 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[death probably actually helps with that - moving on. crimes are paid for in the only way that they can be sometimes. old grievances should be forgotten. the living should heal and keep on living, because wei wuxian knows what it's like to live with ghosts. it's not a fate he would've wished on jiang cheng or lan wangji.]

It kind of suits you, you know? [as much as he wants to keep teasing him, he also remembers what it was like to come to a new world and find himself immediately changed.] Remember when we were kids and spent every waking hour swimming off the docks?

[until madam yu yelled at them to get their asses out of the water. and to get each other in even more trouble, they'd sneak slaps at each other's backs during dinner, trying to get the other to cry out from a strike against sunburnt skin. what he wouldn't give for just one more of those days.]

Maybe you can finally outswim me now. [wei wuxian doesn't seem entirely convinced of that though, which calls for a return to the river at some point.] And if these tonics work at all, it's only temporary. What you really need doesn't come in a bottle. [he pauses to buy a couple of skewers of grilled vegetables, offering one to his brother.] What you need is a witch. And you can't keep being picky, Jiang Cheng. You're not choosing a wife. [he turns to face him, looking amused.] Or you could be. It would do wonders for your bond!
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Re: arrival

[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-05-09 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he bristles, ears laying flat and tail lashing. he's stalking up to him to yell, but halting a little in his steps once he sees how much of a giant the other one is, and he stops at what he thinks is a safe(?) distance. ]

I'm not a puppy! I dare you to call me that again!

[ he's trying to reign it in a little bit but it's honestly not by much. ]

Who... whoever you are!
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Re: goblin market

[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-05-09 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he turns around and is about to retort but stops short, words caught in his throat and then just squints, confusion settled on his face clear as day.

that can't be right, this person looks like Zewu-Jun but is clearly not him. is he? what the fuck is going on. it takes him a couple of seconds to regain his composure, and then he just looks affronted. ]


Kill him— what? That's—

[ he crosses his arms and is definitely not pouting. ]

...it's just some old potion anyway.
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[personal profile] bravers 2020-05-09 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of all the-

Cloud had little idea of the circumstances behind the ex in ex-president, and to him, certain things remain the same. The timbre of his voice, for a (damn good) start. Only Rufus Shinra would sound so nonchalant at the planet being whisked out from under him, and a new one with all of the strangeness that went along with it being planted right under his feet.

On Cloud's part, His voice is enough to make him come to a complete stop. He turns, hand rising, elbow bending to glance his fingers against the grip of his organics.

But even then, he's got more sense than to pull it out in the middle of a crowded street. So he leaves it right there, fingers resting against the grip, as he turns bright eyes toward him.
]

This ain't the promised land. Before you get any ideas.
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[personal profile] trulygifted 2020-05-09 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)

Oh yeah. Think of it as like ... if an arrow went through a couple hundred years of upgrades.

( Nico chuckles—apparently she thinks she's pretty funny. Still, having attracted the attention of the vendor she hastens to put it down, raising both hands in that universal gesture of "hey, whoops, sorry!" before shooting the woman a playful little grin. Hey, life's more fun when you're constantly seconds away from getting in trouble, right? )

And I dunno if I can answer that. Some people, it takes them a good long while, but others? They're naturals.

( Have a shrug. )

But you can learn all sorts with a bit of time and practice. ( Nico tilts her head and offers a bright, Cheshire-gat smile. ) You gonna give it a go? I could help teach you, for the right price.

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[personal profile] mensrea 2020-05-09 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though he pauses to give Deidara a pointed, wry once-over at the “little” comment – as if to say, you really want to go there, shrimp? – Stiles doesn’t pull away until he’s certain that the man is securely seated. Taking a step back, he allows himself a moment to study the massive wings with thinly veiled curiosity. The transformation happened so quickly; it’s a shame that he couldn’t watch. He glances down at the smashed potion remains, trying to recall which colored vial contained what. ]

It’s not an afterlife, [ he remarks distractedly, sighing. ] I guess this is the part where I should probably say, “hey, sorry that you’re apparently dead.”

[ A few seconds pass. Stiles says nothing. ]

Well, anyway. Feeling any other side effects, buddy?
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[personal profile] evanescent 2020-05-09 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. He's been worried about you! He'll be happy to see you.

[She knew that much to be certain. He'd be worried — she was worried herself, with the both of them here and not really knowing what this world meant for either of them — but it wouldn't be an unhappy reunion either.]

It's been about three months or so? As for what this place is, I... I'm honestly not sure! I can't say. [She laughs, helplessly.] That's not something I'm used to. I only know that it isn't the Planet, and it isn't the Lifestream, either. I can't be sure, but I think it's some sort of crossroads. A place where many worlds meet. Usually, the mirror travelers go through is in a hall. Everyone has their own.
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[personal profile] bravers 2020-05-09 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another Turnskin. The scent of something familiar- but not.

He's fully running on instinct, out here. Roxa's scent, therefore, is the first thing he takes note of. The most important thing actually, and as Roxas bursts through the same hedge he'd come through seconds before, he should find Cloud in the middle of a clearing, a wary look in his eyes.

Turnskins, by themselves, were familiar. There is a pack instinct, somewhere, that has all of them recognize each other despite subspecies. Some sort of kinship. But for Cloud, as a wolf Turnskin in particular, there was enough that was unfamiliar about him to get his back up.

Only as he gets a look at his face-
]

...Sora?

[No. Not Sora. Sora's familiar. This person...]

What do you want?

[It's a demand, more than a question. And it's instantly followed with another thing.]

Shades're around here. You should turn back.
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[personal profile] voktys 2020-05-09 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
surprise vanishes as quick as it appeared, and that is telling of a different thing: polite she may be, sweet she may be, and composure she may have been taught, but stupid she was not, in spite of her youth.

her smile is warm, but her teeth are sharper than need be.


A questionable honour, I would assume?
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[personal profile] purposefulnonsense 2020-05-09 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"So it was a mirror you arrived through? Of that I am glad, my friend." As much as he teases his friend, the thought of him enduring the same situation — deeply disoriented, water-logged, struggling without assistance — to be an unpleasant one. No, 'tis better that he arrived some other way.

"How do you feel?" Even as he is, damp in body and dampened in his senses, he thinks not to voice his own personal lamentations. Not when his friend may yet be suffering from the same. Or in this case, the latter.

Hades had looked so tired, too, when he approached. As though he had not gotten enough rest, or something was weighing upon him. Naturally, Hythlodaeus is curious. Naturally, Hythlodaeus is going to bother him until he feels that his friend is all right, or at least until he is a fair degree better.
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[personal profile] voktys 2020-05-09 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
melisandre, bless her heart, has lived through a few hundred years of changes – at least she has a frame of reference. at least, at the woman's chuckle, she finds it in her to offer a smile of her own, albeit one of unnecessarily sharp teeth. something of her enthusiasm was catching.

I have learned less forgiving arts at steep prices. ⟪ her smile does not fade. ⟫ What is it you desire? The Temple deals in all.