☆ Event: A Tale of Two Cities

[faileas]

Event Log: September, A Tale of Two Cities

I. THE TRIP OUT On Septeril 5th, those who've agreed to go as dignitaries to Dorchacht will meet with Nerissa Bell in the Coven's foyer. Given the group is a little large, and the boat they've procured for the voyage would be a little crowded with all of them on it, she suggests there be two groups: the first one will go now and will return around the middle of the month, while the second will depart a few days after the first group returns, just to give them some breathing room. a. DIGNITARY: THE SHIP Those joining Nessie are led to the docks, where an old ship is being scrapped down, barnacles removed and hull shined to perfection. Sailors call to and fro from on board, buckets of water thrown off the side away from the docks and there's a tingle of nervous excitement from the gathering crowds come to wish the dignitaries and ambassadors a bon voyage. She's of a medium size, able to hold her crew and half of the assigned dignitaries with little trouble, and from top to bottom the moose-like Faun of a captain calls her a seaborn miracle; short of a sea wyrm, she's never faltered nor fled the waves, but he'll admit that she's been more a fishing boat than anything the past couple years. Judging from the way his tuffed tail lashes in excitement, he's thrilled to be out on a real voyage again -- even if it's to those notoriously unfriendly blokes 'round the corner of the map, haven't been in decades time and they've always been up their own arses about this and that. While dignitaries are supposed to relax the best they can on the four day trip, the captain doesn't seem to mind offering work to those interested in learning the way of the sea or with the know-how already, eagerly asking the Mirrorbound about their experiences beyond the glass... much more than he is about talking about himself outside of his ship, who he loves a great deal and sings the praises of up and down the hour, through sea shanty and spoken word. His large antlers don't seem to get in the way of his work nor bar him from getting in and out his quarters, but watch out! They are large and they do hurt. All's not well going to and from Dorchacht, though, as while the waters are safer than the land by far, there's plenty of dangers within the deep: Infected Merrow swim in the shallows, singing sweetly from rocks that jut out at the shore, and some more adventurous ones try their luck closer to the boat too. The captain's Navigator, a Witch with just as rowdy an attitude if more polite a tone, can manage a deafening spell on the ship to keep any from falling seaward, but asks that those who can to rid the ship of those terrible pests, whether by cannon, magic, or something else similarly ranged. Oh, it'd be perfectly alright if they killed them, plenty of them out here in the sea and growing ever more, but if they simply want to scare them off then by all means! There's also all manner of sea beasts as well, from krakens on the smaller side to the mentioned sea wyrms earlier, though the captain'll say that they're just babies compared to the mother he'd faced last year -- still troublesome little bastards, best put down before they're drowned themselves, but nothing to turn tail at. Outside of these... troubles... there's disorderly sailors of Monster and Witch alike, the former being compromised primarily of Turnskin and Faun for heavy lifting, with a Harpy in the crow's nest to help with speed, and the latter being those specializing in Divination and Astrology for directions, as well as some elemental manipulation from the Evocation course. Unlike the proper Coven trained, they seem like they're a little more unconventional with their magics, using "shortcuts" and combining spells to great effect. When they're not on the clock as it were they enjoy a great deal of ale, howling stories and song, pushing each other around whilst the journey's bright and startlingly serious when things turn south. Be careful you don't get in a fight, or perhaps you'd like to show your stuff in a little competition: They're willing to do anything to pass the time. b. ESPIONAGE: THE DEVICE Upon hearing that there are some who would be interested in investigating the device that Mhairi mentioned, a young Witch opens up the room it's being stored in now to allow them a chance to check it out. They warn that it isn't particularly cooperative, but maybe those with some knowledge of magitech - or their world's equivalent - might be able to help? While not exactly the largest device around, it's one that stands out. Something resembling a Tesla coil stands atop the piece of tech, tall enough to almost reach the ceiling of the rather tall room, and various dials and knobs and gauges adorn the outside of it. Those who are perceptive to magic - training in detection spells, or who have a good sense for it, or even a sixth sense for something poised to happen - will be able to note that there's a sort of... presence in the room. It continues to build up, the more people that come in to investigate. Anyone that tinkers with it, has active magitech on their person, or even uses magic in it, only help to build the sensation. And then, when enough Mirrorbound of both the Witch and Monster persuasion are in the room - A whirring noise fills the room, as the device comes to life. There isn't any time to vacate the room, because whether it was an intentional thing to activate the teleporter or not, it's activated. The intention of using it for travel to Dorchacht remains embedded in it, and from one moment to the next, the group in the room find themselves not in the Coven, but in the midst of trees. All around you is the forest just beneath the cliffs outside of Dorchacht. In the distance, if one looks hard enough, they might be able to spot the Black City itself. Besides the storage room of the Coven vanishing in a flash of light and electricity, the device is absent, too. Some of its smaller parts can be found scattered in the craggy grass at your feet, in the roots of trees, as if it completely fell apart the moment that the magic was activated. Whatever you had on your person, when you left? It's all that you have, now. And there's no way back from here. (Notes: Some small reminders - the boats take 2 days to reach Dorchacht, meaning they take 2 days to come back as well, and the teleportation device used by the espionage team is a one-time use only. The espionage team will be able to return to Aefenglom at the end of the month courtesy of some inside help, using a similar device that managed to bring them there in the first place. The Watches can be used on the ship, but are prone to static and dropping calls. Communication is possible from Dorchacht, though voice and video both feel a little muffled.)

II. DORCHACHT It's déjà vu. While Aefenglom is known for its dusk-hued skies, made of lustrous pinks and purples and blues, this city is dreary to the core. The streets are covered in a perpetual fog, not unlike the city you hail from, but thicker, denser, tinged with the flavor of industrial smog from the factories whose spires you can see in the distance. Magitech lights - lanterns above doors, street posts, flickering in the windows you pass - illuminate everything throughout the entire day, as if the sunshine can't reach through the foreboding fog nor the onyx walls. Even the windows are barred, offering a paranoid protection against the outside world. Doors seem hardier, and each building is reinforced and protected in a way that may feel familiar to those that have encountered the protective magic wards. They're heavier, leaving an almost ominous presence that causes unease to hang just as heavy in the air as the smog. The people of this city are just as dreary as the streets, though they do mill about with the same frequency as any city. Those from Aefenglom may recognize familiar faces, and they might find themselves looking twice at you, as if some part of them remembers you as well. Something seems... off, however. There are fewer Monsters in the streets than there were in the dream, though it isn't too hard to catch a glimpse of one here and there. The streets even seem a little more cleaned up than they once were, as one makes their way down them. At the heart of the city, dignitaries will be brought to the Coven. There, they're greeted by a slender and elegant woman, eyes bright and clever, but just as sharp as the red-lined smile that she offers her visitors. "Nerissa Bell," she begins, tone polite if clipped. There's the sense of a woman who won't waste words from her person, and she turns her eyes towards the dignitaries. "You must be the charges she spoke of. Mirrorbound, they call you?" A shallow inclination of her head, barely called respectful, as she smiles wider, in a way that would be kind if knives were made to be dull. "A pleasure. I am Morgana Drummond, head of the Coven here, and I welcome you to my city of Dorchacht, the safest haven against the Cwyld across all of our poor Geardagas." a. THE COVEN Morgana Drummond gives them a quick tour of their facilities, speaking lightly of the curriculum they have here that differs from Aefenglom's own (more of a focus in manipulation spells, be it the sort of commands that have become such a familiar sight to things such as perception and "paths" that can be seen through scrying, the other areas of practice more of "extra" than essentials) as well as allowing them to peek in on some lessons taking place. They won't be able to interact, but it is admittedly of a higher feel than what Aefenglom asks, though it's simply the seriousness of the atmosphere giving that impression. After showing them to where they'll be staying within the Coven's hospitality as well as mentioning the areas of their infirmary, library, and welcoming the Witches to try a hand at their lessons, she and Nerissa part from the characters as a whole to discuss the business of the month. There is a notable increase in guards, both around Morgana's person even within the Coven's walls, as well as the building itself. They seem to be in the business of keeping people on a kind of "railroaded" layout of the Coven building, but can be distracted for a quick peek -- the real help comes from those with triple stars hidden in plain sight, beneath the brims of hats and worn as idly jewelry and easily missed charms. These sympathizers will actively seek those out to speak with them, to let them know that even here there are those that would like to see change brought to Dorchacht, and assist in entering places that Mirrorbound otherwise would not be able to enter. Such as the library here, which contain higher level spells including the enchantments specific to the city walls. The history is just as muddled as it is in the later mentioned public library, the "when"s being vague and the like, but depicts Drummond's rise as the head of the Coven: She came to Dorchacht on a ship hailing from Aefenglom along with a number of other Witches and rose above the rest to become the esteemed leader she is now. Without her, many of the text will agree, Dorchacht would not be as it is now. Those with any notable signs of infection may be asked to step aside and allow Dorchacht's Witches to give them a check up -- better safe than sorry -- and this goes for Witches and Monsters alike. They'll be brought to the double doors that were so heavily secure within the dream, whether they'd like to be or not, and escorted inside. b. THE CITY Unlike the dream, things seem to be more... well-behaved. Auctions have been moved from the pavilion and in its place are genuine vendors to purchase from: Food, clothing, toys, trinkets, protective spell scrolls, all manners of things. There's still Monsters around, a little more tidy than before, but they hold the same stares they had in the dream, pinched expression and disinterested in conversation. There are signs that lead way to auctions if one is truly curious to see the extent of that terror, to gain insight on the situation there, but tailing someone might be hard within the twisting turns of the new bazaar. Another notable part of the city that can be accessed by those dealing in espionage include the barracks if they pose as hopefuls to join their ranks as handlers for their Monsters, which are collared in a familiar way to the dream, and seem reactionary to quick movements -- they're explained to be the essential frontline of what constitutes as a military force, very important, Mirrorbound Monsters beware you not suffer the same fate. The next place one might seek out is the library: While this is all deemed public knowledge, it offers insight into the kind of history and mindset that's been bred the past decade at minimum. Books regarding the dangers of Monsters, how to care and train them, practical spellbooks for those untrained by the Coven proper... The history books themselves are vague in regards to the "when" of things, and seem to be more contemporary in comparison to how old the city feels itself. There's a variety of more cultural knowledge such a cookbooks (including those dealing with monster parts) and floriography (more dour meanings compared to Aefenglom's flurous), but the relevant ones have been noted thusly. c. THE RESISTANCE Whether you're espionage or dignitary, those seeking the Resistance know what to look for: a trio of stars (some worn more openly than others), protests against the city's treatment of Monsters, and dispelling runes on the walls. Once proven that you're friend over foe, they're more than happy to have the assistance of any Mirrorbound in their company: A fight against the current practices is a fight they're for, after all. Riot! Disrupt the peace! The auctions, while a little more downplayed than in the dream, are still going, and the Resistance has good word on where they're being held in the grand city. Their goal? To cause a disturbance big enough to distract, but not big enough to catch Drummond's eye... that said, with her having to play the nice host to Aefenglom's associates within the main building, there's more to get away with. Free the Monsters! Whilst distracted, other members of the Resistance plan to dispel the runes in certain areas and smuggle off what Monsters they can, valuing quantity over quality. While the more mind-broken may resist heavily, it won't be hard to find Monsters of all kinds (save Dragons and Fae, which are notably absent from the auctions and city in general) accepting help to escape, eager to think for themselves once more. Find a way for them to escape the city safely, but know that the docks are heavily guarded in case of stowaways. Free the city! Kind of. A third party of Resistance members are looking to weaken the enchantment on the wall of Dorchacht itself, meaning they'll be looking for those brave enough to tread outside the city and into the Wilde just beyond its protective gates to take a look at and inscribe runes to hopefully diminish the compulsion in place right now. It won't be immediate, but it'll help in the future... just be careful, there's plenty of danger beyond the wall to contend with. As an interesting note, while the Resistances' bonded pairs are definitely unlike Dorchacht's compulsion-based ones, they're not exactly like Aefenglom's either: They call themselves comrades and partners, brothers/sisters in arms, giving it more of an equality forged from the same brass than something to do with convenience. (Notes: Those being willing, or unwilling, participants in the check-ups may reply to the top level there with how visibly infected they are for a special treat! Only for this month.)

III. AEFENGLOM Preparations for Meán Fómhair begin before Nerissa and the dignitaries head off on the 5th, but they seem a little quick even for the ever-festive people of Aefenglom: Apples begin the appear in great quantities to be used for later, some yellowed versus the red ripeness one thinks of when they're ready, there's hay bales tucked safely away for the days of, and there's little conversation to be made save for how things might be going in Dorchacht, though if any of the Mirrorbound try to join in they'll change the subject to Meán Fómhair in a split second, smiles thrown wider than the weeks before. Seems all is not quite as well as they'd like to appear. a. MARKET UP With the Parliament tense and looking westward, there starts to be gradual, but steady, increases in new appearances from some interesting individuals about the city. At face value they're no different than the vendors already found in great quantities, human and Monster alike, but one look at their wares proves different. The goblin market, as it's familiarly called, is somewhat accepted by the Parliament as something allowed to exist as part of their mercantile culture with Coven-approved medicines, alchemical practices, enchantments, so on and so forth, and only somewhat thanks to these known wares. Beneath these, with a dropped word or a curious eye, one can find things that are more than likely not sanctioned by either branch, things the vendors say can sate Monster and Witch alike without need of a Bond, though they decline to include the fact that such things are only temporary and that, like all hits, they'll need to come back for a greater quantity to get the satisfaction they need. Overpriced as they are (due to their private nature, it's high risk, surely they understand), they sell Monster parts of most kinds, Witch's Blood that may or may not be genuine, and what they call "extra strength" potions to mimic the feeling of a temporary bond without needing a second person to partake -- of course, you're welcome to share it, the more the merrier. However, this market hides a darker side, known more to those living among the aristocracy or who have the money and means to it, and characters are more likely to find themselves led there one way or another -- be it kidnapped or tricked, the black market isn't picky about how they drag their targets in. While Aefenglom prides itself in its fairness and equality, as in example with the goblin market not all is what it promises. Nowhere else is this more true than with the black market itself, using techniques familiar in Dorchacht to control their living wares, emboldened by the absence and turned heads of the government while remaining as discreet as they can be, they've ascended from the tunnels beneath Aefenglom to turn old houses into private auctions and the more deserted streets into bazaar-like adventures. Not all of these are unwilling wares, characters may find, and drawn by necessity for their own well-being or for their family's, but it's clear that a greater number are those from the Outer City. b. PROPAVANDALS Unbeknownst to Aefenglom's higher ups, Dorchacht has sympathizers of its own within this city's walls. While Bonds haven't been specifically dissuaded against, given that there's alternatives to the more permanent tethers, not all are in favor of changing completely. It's been ten years since Miss Bell gained her seating, such citizens'll say, and there's been decades prior where they hadn't needed that. That Monsterkind and Witches could be, and sometimes were better off, apart. Home remedies and extra practice, or finding a substitute, was all that was needed. More privately and growing in whispered popularity, that there ought to be more restrictions on the two in general. Once these words have started, both conversations planted as well as encouraged for thoughts already leaning a certain way, small attacks on those Bonded being to occur. They target the main populace and those with connections to the Coven itself, especially the Mirrorbound given Nerissa's alleged responsibility to them, and it seems they're well-practiced in hiding their activities because all investigations done towards the perpetrators, whether done by the Mirrorbound or officials themselves, will lead to only dead-ends outside the City. The culprits are hard to catch on foot, using the environment they'd grown up with to their advantage in escaping any manner of way -- it isn't just humans, but Monsters causing trouble as well -- but it isn't impossible... Just that they refuse anything but their right of silence on the accusations, claiming they'd had no part in anything, regardless of what proof might be found. The attacks and vandalism itself range from harmful messages appearing with magic on walls and doors, vaguely threatening letters written in ink that evaporates in sunlight, to fruit thrown and possessions left in tatters after breaking and entering. They don't stop at residential houses either, aiming for businesses held by those with any connection to the Coven, held by those with Bonds, and seek to cause any number of annoyance and distaste to those they attack. If it weren't for their Bonds, their Coven connections, they wouldn't be treated this way. That's the message they seek to send. c. UNEASY FESTIVITIES Come Septeril 21st, and lasting til the 23rd, Meán Fómhair is tentatively in full swing. The residents of Aefenglom are more on edge than during previous festivals save the red-hued Lithia, even once the first dignitary group has returned and the second left. There's barrels of apples decorating the street corners, but they don't seem as plentiful as they should. The games have a forced cheerfulness about them too, the unaffected being children who gleefully take part in each race, each competition, as well as the doctors with their cure-alls and promises of something to promote the harvest's delight, peddling medicine and medical advice to all who lend an ear with earnest grins and a profit to be made. The medicines are largely placebos with some possible side-effects for those that aren't, such as voice changes and intense cravings for various foods, but they seem to be very popular this year -- there's at least a couple merchants talking up the good fortune Dorchacht's stress has brought this year to one another, quieting down when they catch outsiders eavesdropping. With the continued attacks on those Bonded and Coven-affiliated, with one of their Speakers across the continent and the other sorely wrapped in Parlimentary business dealing with the attacks, the city holds its breath and tries to endure. Tries to be bright and cheerful while keeping obvious supplies behind their counters, to keep fright from their expressions and mind lest it invite the Cwyld to their midst, and ultimately drawing apart from one another in a time where unity is more than needed: Time will tell what actions might sew shut the new wound struck across Aefenglom.

Welcome to September's event log! The questions thread is split into two this time: one for Dorchacht, which can be found HERE, and one for Aefenglom, which can be found HERE. Please keep questions to their respective cities! This'll help both us and your fellow players in sorting information. Additionally, this event is a little special - we've prepare an OOC post to go along with it. Check it out over HERE - don't forget about it, as it'll help us see how things'll progress in the cities!

Comments

[rollfordiplomacy]

I, I believe the worst damage is to my glasses. [He attempts to adjust them, but they're sitting rather crooked on his nose. And he knows that wasn't fault of anything... he'd done earlier.

Ahem. He helps her get steady on her feet, swiping the flat of his fingers over her shoulders to dust her off and smooth her clothing some]

Not shattered nor scratched, fortunately. May need to swap them for a spare, until I can get them twisted back into shape... [they do look particularly funny for the time, oh well, doesn't that just fit this ridiculous situation?]

[belligerentwarrior]

[Fang, however, exercises none of that subtlety. She rolls her eyes with a huff, leaning back against the crates.]

Cheeky bastard.

[She stares back out at the fiery horizon, not continuing until another beat later.]

That's more my problem than the Monster's, you know? [Fang shrugs again, this one more thoughtful.] I know I'm hot-headed. That's not a great trait to wind up in a turnskin, since our lot goes crazy if we get too worked up.

[prayerwheel]

Fair enough.

[ a nod, and she steps out of the building.

Azura wrinkles her nose, because ugh, that fucking smog is so gross. But she's got an errand to run, so she's pushing through it. She starts to walk. ]

...Azura, by the by. You are?

[cspd]

[ Lloyd tenses and whirls at the hand on his shoulder, but relaxes when he sees Jorah. He does remember this face...although he didn't see him on the ship over, which must mean he was in the group that didn't arrive announced. ]

Yes, I was. You were...sitting with Daenerys, weren't you?

[partnerinheels]

[Her eyebrow lifts and she can't help but chuckle softly.]

Just teasing.

[But then again, maybe her tone left something to be desired in conveying such a lame joke. After all, she's pretty exhausted. Her amusement fades and her smile turns apologetic.]

I'm bothering you, aren't I?

[She watches him while leaning her hair back into the water again, a hand reaching behind her to give it a loose comb with her fingers.]

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias' expression is a little bemused at being called a cheeky bastard, but chooses to let it be. He seems to be in the habit of making some allowances for the way Fang often speaks to him, seeing it more as simply that's the way she talks rather than an attempt at any genuine disrespect.]

That may be true, but I would say you had good reason to be. If it wouldn't have caused more problems for you, I wouldn't have really blamed you for giving that man more than the scratches you gave him.

[curruid_coinchenn]

...You have a much kinder method than I'm used to.

[ Even if the teacher he speaks of made him who he is. Who he was...? Who he was supposed to be. Their relationship is contentious at best now, but he couldn't deny her influence on who he should've been. ]

runes and tattoos; dorschacht (second group)

[silentsavant]

[Soren happens to run into Caster while he has his tools at the ready, having been drawn to the other man particularly because not only is he from the mirrors like him, but their conversation at the Parliament meeting two moons or so ago had been so salient. After greeting him, Soren asks about his tools, and when Caster explains to him in detail about the protective runes and what he offers, it aligns with what he understands of the witch — he seems to be devoting significant focus on runes and scripts. Afterwards, he weighs the offer and decides the extra failsafe against control might be worth it. He is a dragon, after all, and if the cloak and hood come off or someone with a keen enough eye appraises him, he might find himself a slave to someone's compulsion spell like he had in the dream — but more vulnerable with powers yet undeveloped in the waking world. He can't be too careful here.]

...Very well, then. So long as the price isn't too steep for me, consider me indebted to you. [He spares a couple more seconds for another thought.] I think I would prefer the rune be placed somewhere hidden, if you don't mind.

[mirshikar]

[ Pssssh. The way her face pinches at that word—noble—it's sort of great, and Asura can't in good conscience say that he's the least bit apologetic for eliciting that particular reaction. What he knows from personal experience is that it's oftentimes the people who deem themselves the farthest away from being noble (in all its connotations) are those that exemplify the trait the most. But then, Fang seems awful determined to dissuade him from holding that particular notion when she pivots to face him (squaring up in a way that he returns, shoulders broad and stance tall) and professes that she's just paying forward her Bonded's goodwill.

He wonders: is she aware that she's just gone and done the exact opposite of what she'd intended? That no one's actually convinced here? ]

Unable to take a compliment and willing to throw the masses under the bus to prove a point, I see.

[ Not brazen, i n d e e d. Accepting the vial (and it's easier, in this moment, to pretend it's a tin flask of whiskey for the road rather than what it truly is), Asura sees it lifted in a silent toast to the Turnskin, offering her a nod of head before...! All that ceremony is tossed to the wind in the moment when he hastens to drink before he convinces himself that he shouldn't, and— ]

That's--... [ —nothing (and everything) like he thought it would be, the feel of the temporary Bond as it sets in, linking them in a way which is exhilarating and freeing, horrid and constraining, and a jumble of things which Asura can't even begin to reconcile so he opens his mouth to talk through it (or try): ]

So that's you, huh. [ Her emotional bearing, right there against his. ] Not up front and not that unabashed, just like you said.

[ His own smirk? It's got dragon's teeth. ]

[beariot]

[ Don't talk shit about my own character to me, bro! Well... Ursula figured this was probably something she had no right to pick at either, giving a nervous laugh in response. ]

W-well, I suppose I get that a lot from my fellow faculty... They all tend to think I'm a little too soft. Witch education can be considered strict business.

[belligerentwarrior]

[And just like last time, that phantom sensation of part of her soul being hastily tacked onto another's, like something carelessly stapled. And just like last time, now even more clearly juxtaposed against the true Bond she had with Ursula, Asura's mood muffled by the shaky Bond.]

[Muffled or not, she can feel the dense, lead-like weight of his anger, well suppressed beneath the surface of his casual demeanor by determination. It was an anger she suspected many of the Mirrorbound carried with them, in subtly different ways and temperaments. His amusement and unease floated there, too, just ot the side of her mind.]

[She rolls her eyes at his rebuffs, but lets it slide. The lady doth protest too much, or whatever. Fang grins in return, her turnskin's teeth not as impressive as a dragon's, but just as distinctly monstrous.]

That's me—and that's what you're stuck with for the next day.

[There was suppressed anger from her side, as well, like buried coals still burning, waiting to be stoked again; determination and caution held her own in check, lest she lose control of herself again like she did in the dream. Otherwise, her mood was just as relaxed as her bearing was, despite the danger of the Wilde and Dorchacht, vaguely entertained—even a little intrigued.]

[This was the part where most Bonded held each other's hands or cradled their faces; Fang lifts a fist, lightly tapping it against Asura's chest and holding it there. Gradually, unsteadily, stunted by the weak Bond, magic started to move between them.]

[beariot]

[ She returns the kiss, just a little more insistent than she'd been last time. Maybe she was a little pent up, having not had much time or energy for intimacy lately, and certainly a lack of opportunity on the ship, what with the shared sleeping situation they all had to deal with. Fang didn't exactly withhold her affection in public, but it wasn't quite the same, either, and Chariot found herself being just a little more selfish than usual... ]

[scatmaam]

[ Lancer was okay.

The auctioneer was not.

Their scream pierced a good portion of the noisy havoc around them, immediately collapsing to the stage below with a hard crash and clutching desperately at their foot. While there was no blood to be seen, it didn't take much to realize what had happened, with the auctioneer's foot mangled as it was.

Lancer had taken care to use the blunt end of her spear, at least. ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ I calls 'em like I sees 'em. ]

Knowing what I do about you...You're too soft. But your heart is in the right place.

Just don't throw your students to the wolves and hope they survive.

[belligerentwarrior]

Oh, I definitely have good reason to. It's not for lack of trying.

[There's a hot thread of anger underlying her voice, the first time her carefully suppressed fury's reared its head this trip. Fang sucks in a breath, letting it out slowly. She was prepared, at least, to take additional measures to keep herself in check from shifting. Even just thinking about it, Fang could feel a phantom of that horrible ring seared into her neck, and tightens her grip on her folded arms to keep from reaching for the spot. That dream, her nature as a turnskin had been as oppressive as the commands had been.]

[...Which, she supposed that was Ozymandias' point about being a Monster. Ugh.]

But if everyone stays in their little lane this go around, there shouldn't be trouble.

[Shouldn't. Keyword. She promised Ursula she'd behave. Hell, Fang didn't even want to be on this damned trip in the first place.]

[fulgency]

[He hums in a near-laugh, pleasantly surprised with the insistence in her returning of the kiss. Accepting of his more physical signs of affection though she may be, it's not every time that she returns it this way. Especially not when there is not an even greater degree of promised privacy than what even being out on the deck at this time of night affords.]

[But he is not one to say no. Though the kiss remains gentle, at least for the moment, Ramesses takes one of Chariot's hands into his own and adjusts their position to one another. Rather than side-by-side, he orients himself towards her and draws her in against him with a pull of her hand. The arm once around her shoulders slips to her waist as he places her hand on his chest before letting go in favor of running his fingertips lightly along her neck to her cheek.]

[fulgency]

I'm surprised you would agree to come along after your experience in the dream.

[It had been risky enough for Fang in the dream, but there was no real clear indication of what any of them might expect once they arrive at Dorchacht. Regardless of what degree Fang felt for the plight of the Monsters within that dark, cold city, Ozymandias finds it difficult to believe that it was an easy decision to reach in returning outside of the dream like this. Especially knowing that Aefenglom's intention was merely to avoid conflict.]

That takes courage.

[He isn't being patronizing.]

[long_live_the_queen]

Huh?

[One of Kaede's ears swivelled towards the voice before she glanced up from the water rushing away from the ship's side. She blinked a little--not from the sea spray, but from a familiar, yet drastically changed face looking back at her. She hadn't realized how much Alex had changed until now.

The end of Kaede's tail swished slowly back and forth, and a few of the feathers in her hair fluffed out before lying flat again.]

I'm fine.

[It wasn't a lie, this time. Or at least a little white lie. She wasn't distracting herself from anything, of course. She was mostly fine!

The Chimera's gaze returned to the water, her posture leaning against the rail uninterrupted.]

Think I see fish down there.

[Fish-fish, not...the people-fish kind.]

[long_live_the_queen]

[At this point, Kaede was fairly certain she couldn't smell much at all in this city. Like it was conspiring to keep all her senses as dull as possible,

Fairly on-brand for this place, as far as she was concerned.]

Kaede.

[That guard hadn't followed them, but there were a few stationed out in the courtyard too. They nodded respectfully Azura's way, and ignore the Monster's presence entirely.]

[belligerentwarrior]

Hardly had a choice.

[One hand reaches up to run through Fang's tangled hair.]

Don't know how much you know about us turnskins, but part of the deal is we get... attached. A pack, they call it. My Bonded and her other Bonded are goin', and the thought of bein' separated like that... I don't mean like a walk across the city, or a few days out in the Wilde, but the entire month, in that rotten city across the continent?

[Fang shakes her head.] Kinda makes me jittery just thinkin' about it, like it'd be actually, physically painful. I need to go.

[With every fiber of her being, as long as that instinct had a grip on her.]

[But it wasn't entirely the instinct. Chandra had been spot on when she'd said Fang was used to being the "den protector." The instinct just greatly amplified it, wrote it into her being's law.]

[fiddlestick]

I know a friend of mine looked into it. He said the spell was actually a pretty simple compulsion spell.

It's just the power put into it and the scale is the problem.

[fieryimpulse]

Well, you can't make it any worse, that's for certain.

[Well, okay, no that's not strictly true, but it seems unlikely that the enchantment will explode or anything if she's successful.]

You teach?

[fieryimpulse]

[Chandra is fast. She's athletic and moving with the aid of a spell. So yes, she's got no trouble at all catching up with the stunned vandal. And barreling into him from behind, tackling him to the ground and sliding him through the mud.]

Got you!

[The man squirms, struggling slightly, trying to get an arm free.]

Where's your buddy, you rat?!

[beariot]

[ Eh, given the context of it being Berserker calling her too soft, she'll take it, not offended at all. ]

I don't intend to. That's definitely not my style.

[beariot]

I figured... There has to be a means of tracing where that power is coming from. Morgana is only one witch. She can't be obscuring it that well, on top of everything else she's doing to control this city, right?