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@disqus_NnFUI30kih a year ago
Guess who's in the middle of finals?!?!?!
THIS GIRL! :DDDDDDD:
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RBDECEPTICON17 • a year ago
I'm heading to an audition for the voice at the moment, so if you don't see me when the new page comes along, now you know why. X3
Wish me luck everyone...I'm using a song I did for the fandom. Jekyon shippers grab your tissue boxes. X3
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Mz.Hyde Mod  RBDECEPTICON17 • a year ago
WHAAAAAA?! OMG! Good luck RB! We'll be rooting for you!
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RBDECEPTICON17  Mz.Hyde • a year ago
I'm just coming home from the audition now, Mz Hyde. They loved the song and my vocals, though I won't know for awhile if I've made it through or not. X3
(Note: The song was Lullaby For A Scientist. X3)
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Setae  RBDECEPTICON17 • a year ago
Oh wow, I hope you get it! All digits crossed!
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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • a year ago
Neato!!! Best of luck, RB! We're rooting for you!
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Tairais • a year ago • edited
(( Big mood Mz. Hyde T^T ))
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Helen Jekyll • a year ago • edited
((Over here, Jekyll1886! 
Let's continue "Apparently murder doesn't solve everything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯", shall we? XD))
Hela shied away from him at first with a shudder, fear swelling behind her eyes, though she remained close enough to still be supported.
Despite her fright, the growing fatigue and his continuously kindly manner were enough to result in an uneasy sort of trust, and she simply watched him warily with the pail tucked under her chin in a barrier.
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago • edited
"Come along," he said gently, guiding her in like manner down the hallway to a closet from which he retrieved a light quilt.
"Here you are," he said, wrapping it comfortingly around her shoulders so she could hold it at the front. "Better?"
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
She quirked her head to the side, looking from him to the blanket now draped around her with a rather comically surprised expression.
A pause, then she grasped the fabric in one hand to keep it in place, carefully touching her cheek to the material.
It felt quite pleasant and she allowed her eyes to drift shut, giving a soft hum.
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
"Mm," Lewis gave a little hum with her, glad to see her relatively relaxed at last.
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
Her eyelids fluttered, then closed again as she nuzzled against him, her shoulders drooping under the comforting weight of the quilt.
She exhaled heavily and as the breath left in a sigh, her legs gave suddenly beneath her, much to her surprise.
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
He caught her and used her momentum to sweep her up in a princess-style carry, making sure to support her so she wouldn't fall.
"'Tis alright, love. I have you. You're safe."
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
Briefly stunned, Hela could only blink at him for a moment.
Then, after realizing he didn’t seem set on dropping her, she settled down once more for the ride.
The bucket rested on her stomach with its face towards hers, and she pat the top of it gently, as if to reassure it.
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago • edited
On their way down the hall, Lewis stopped before Marguerite's office, took the key she'd loaned him from his pocket, dropped it to the floor, and used his shoe to slide it under the crack between the floor and her closed door.
This done, he continued on with his charge, the Society luckily not far.
The streets were nearly deserted; many people were at dinner or on other business.
They did, however, encounter one person who took issue at such a strange sight as the two of them. A middle-aged man in clothes which marked him as either the top of the middle classes or the bottom of the upper gave a look of disapproval at the odd spectacle they made.
"Just home from your wedding at the sanitorium?" he commented as he approached, looking down his nose at them.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," Lewis shot back in a perfectly posh accent. "My sister is unwell. The pail is for vomit. Mind your business."
The other man seemed at once horrified and embarrassed, and gave them a wide berth, lest whatever Hela (supposedly) had prove contagious.
Eventually, Weir bore her up the Society's steps and to its doors. He knocked with his foot at the kick-plate.
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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
From perhaps the moment Lewis took his first step back out into the open world, he and Hela were followed and watched.
It was far from as ominous as it sounded: Ten pairs of eyes, ten pairs of wings hopped and fluttered from perch to perch a respectful distance away. They wore varying expressions of interest, concern, and in one particular, almost star-struck case, awe.
Ten ravens each wore their own hue of purple-black-blue as they followed the pair to the Society. When Lewis stopped to knock on the door with his foot, they did too: on windowsills, in the branches of trees, and on the streetlamps spilling light into the evening.
They carried an air of familiarity to them: they knew Lewis and Hela and were known by them, at least by association to another. A handful of them chattered, soft caws falling into the play of light and shadow.
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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago • edited
Far from their usual role as omens of death, the ravens actually gave Weir a sense of hope all was not lost--they had traces of Charricthran's energy about them. He resolved that, when he had gotten Hela reasonably settled, he'd see to his friend with all possible haste.
In the meantime, he kicked at the door again.
Pack of useless idiots--answer the bloody door!
"Hello?" he called politely. "'Tis Doctor Weir. Please do let me in."
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited
Hela fell into a doze during the short trip, the conversation between Lewis and a stranger merely droning in the background of her half-dreams.
She had just begun to stir as Weir kicked against the door a second time and she gave him a bleary-eyed look of confusion before catching a glimpse of the ravens that perched on the Society's windowsill.
Even muted as it was, the excitement was easy enough to read in her expression as she made a sudden movement to stand on her own two feet.
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago • edited
Lewis acceded to Hela's wishes and set her down gently, his arm remaining behind--but not touching--her just in case she felt faint.
With one hand now reliably free, he finally was able to open the door.
Are Helen and I the only ones who bother to answer a knock at the sodding door? he wondered.
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited
Hela swayed a moment, then slid the quilt off her shoulders and set the bucket atop it.
While initially she had moved with haste to be let down, the following approach towards the perched bird was painstakingly slow.
She stayed as patient and quiet as a feline stalking its prey, though without the predatory gleam in her eyes that came with most hunters.
The Hyde simply wished for the raven to tolerate her company, so that she might enjoy theirs.
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Tairais  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
This raven in particular seemed to be younger than the rest of its fine-feathered fellows. Perhaps this was the reason for its excitable behavior, perhaps not. Either way, it hopped down to rest on her shoulder with a cheerful, if slightly subdued caw.
The rest of its group, upon seeing this, took to the sky in a flurry of motion, but only so far as to land closer to Hela, one or two even going so far as to stand in front of her, gazing up curiously.
The raven on her shoulder shuffled almost nervously, close enough to hear its heartbeat, were one quiet enough to listen.
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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago
Lewis couldn't help but smile at Hela and the ravens. He hoped she found them as reassuring as he did. Not wishing to disturb anyone, he simply stood still, resting his hands together behind his back.
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
Her eyes lit up like lanterns, warm and bright, and her twitching lips threatened a smile.
Ever so carefully, she stretched a hand to stroke the bird that came to rest on her shoulder, a soft cooing sound bubbling in her throat.
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Tairais  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
The raven on Hela's shoulder began to look decidedly pleased with itself, practically falling into her hand in order to press into the affection. It made a soft caw in response to Hela, ruffling its feathers.
If all birds could smile as Charricthran did in his feathered form, this one would be grinning. As it was, it radiated a soft-quiet cheer.
The rest of the gathered ravens drew closer, something akin to a great many small dogs seeking attention. After a few moments, there was simply a ring of feathers surrounding Hela's feet, and the click of talons on the stoop.
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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago
Lewis had never seen the like. A fond smile crossed his face as he continued to watch the event unfold.
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Jekyll1886  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
((Helen Jekyll ))
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
Hela treated the singular raven with unwavering tenderness, her attention focused solely on them for a time.
Eventually, however, she became aware again of the other birds and peered down at them with a touch of puzzled intrigue.
A beat, then she sank to sit with her legs criss-crossed on the ground, offering her lap to the others.
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Tairais  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
To say that the ravens mobbed Hela was perhaps a bit harsh, as they were each very careful so as to not overwhelm her. Regardless of caution, Hela's lap was soon covered in feathers, each of the birds quietly seeking attention in its own way.
Personality was apparent in how each of them moved or looked at their fellows: some with glee, some with concern, some with irritation at their more enthusiastic peers, and one or two with a faint sort of aloofness, as if holding themselves apart from the crowd by force of habit.
The largest of the ravens was perched on Hela's knee, and seemed more concerned with Lewis watching them than with her shows of affection. Indeed, after several moments of glancing back and forth between Hela and the rest of its flock, it turned to fix him with a curious sort of stare: not quite questioning, not quite hostile, but something definitely appraising, definitely curious. Almost warm, as if it were trying to mirror Lewis' smile to see what it felt like.
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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago
Lewis looked back at the bird, remembering an article he'd once read regarding the intelligence of ravens.
"Hello to you, too," he said quietly.
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Jekyll1886  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
((Helen Jekyll ))
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
Hela was a more than willing distributor of tenderness and doting affection, attending to each of them in turn.
Without being aware of it, she’d soon broken into a wide, beaming grin.
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Tairais  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
The flock quieted down after that, each basking in their own sort of affectionate glow.
The one that had been staring intently at Lewis continued to do so for a handful of moments before striking the air once, twice with its powerful wings, climbing the air only just far enough to perch on Lewis' shoulder.
It watched the nine other ravens with amusement glittering in its beady eyes, casting the occasional glance to the Society's front door with something approaching resignation. Every so often, the raven would cast an appraising look towards Lewis, focus keen as a knife's edge.
Whatever it was looking for, it had yet to find.
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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago
"Oh," remarked Lewis, eyes widening briefly, as the raven landed upon him.
He watched it with curiosity--clearly, these were no run-of-the-mill ravens.
The thought crossed his mind that it might understand human speech, but then he wondered if he was just being silly for even considering the possibility.
Worst case scenario, I look mad, he decided with the mental equivalent of a shrug.
"Are you able to understand what I say?" whispered Weir.
((Helen Jekyll ))
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited
Hela appeared quite dejected when the most sizable raven left her knee to join the man instead, her smile flickering out as quiet confusion and hurt took its place.
In her eyes, she had already begun to fail at pleasing her newly made friends, and the first leaving was certainly a sign it was only a matter of time before the rest abandoned her as well.
Her bottom lip wobbled and she reached unthinkingly towards the larger bird with both hands, the gesture rather childlike.
I'msorryI'msorrypleasedon'tgoandleavemeallalone
((Tairais))
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Tairais  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
The raven flew from Lewis' shoulder to Hela's head in a heartbeat, making a not-quite cooing sort of sound- it was too much of a caw for that, too much like pebbles rolling in some metal bowl, but it was meant to be comforting nonetheless.
The other ravens pressed closer, worry shining in several eyes as they, too, made a variety of low-and-soft sounds.
The largest raven cast a quick glance towards Lewis, inclining its head in a nod. Perhaps it was the only one of its fellows to be so talented, perhaps not: either way, it could understand, even as it could not quite yet speak on its own.
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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago
Weir's brows shot up at the bird's reply, and he gave a small nod of his own in return.
Good to know.
"Would you and your compatriots be willing to watch over Hela for awhile?" he asked quietly. After all, she seemed to have forgotten he was even here, so enamored was she of her new, avian friends. And, much as he loved her, it would be good if she could get her mind off him for a time. He had a regrettable number of things to get done. So long as she was safe, he could go out, do what was necessary, and return to her once things were settled.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
*cries*
God Bless Lewis and His Impeccable Sass :'))))))))
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Nyx Silverfang • a year ago
((Tairais))
For a split second, her steady rhythm of flight faltered at the sound, despite her distance from the threat.
The howl of savage canines had never bode well for her, and yet...
Staring down at the fields, she couldn’t help but empathize with whoever owned the poor, captured sheep. Usually, their livestock and the roof over their head was all farmers had, and it was too often they went hungry, a pang she was rather familiar with.
A sigh.
I can’t belive I’m doing this.
Tucking her wings, Nyx fell into a dive towards the ground, snapping them out once more during the last few heartbeats to slow her descent.
She landed and turned the excess momentum into a roll, nimbly popping back up again with her wings outstretched before the silver beast.
“HEY! Get lost! Shoo!” She tried to wave them away. “That isn’t yours!”
With luck, her shouts and the extra size her wingspan gave her would translate into ‘threat, do not engage, flee’.
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Tairais  Nyx Silverfang • a year ago • edited
The 'silver beast' thudded to a halt with a snarl, watching its prey run bleating into the night over Nyx's shoulder. It was a werewolf cloaked in moonlight, standing about four feet at the shoulder, but otherwise colored the same as any timber wolf might be, clad in grays and blacks. It fixed her with yellow eyes and an irritated huff, a growl rumbling deep in its belly to where it clawed against the night air.
Steam fell from its mouth where hot breath met cool air, pink tongue lolling between rows of savage teeth that gleamed in the moonlight. The werewolf shifted its weight in consideration, gaze darting back and forth between Nyx and the still-fleeing sheep.
It made its choice with a lunge and an almost gentle closing of jaws around Nyx's right forearm as it jerked and tossed her aside, barely more than a shove in its eyes.
(Though thoughtful, though gentle, its teeth were still meant to rip and tear. It was far from gentle, really, far from thoughtful.)
The wolf bounded away, on the hunt once more.
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Nyx Silverfang  Tairais • a year ago • edited
Nyx felt deep in her gut that she had made a rather grave mistake the instant she caught the werewolf’s haunches tensing in a flicker of movement.
Even with the tell-tale sign of her plan going awry, there was no time for her to react, the sudden, sharp, stabbing pain of teeth sinking into flesh igniting stars in her eyes.
She clutched at her arm as she lay on the ground, gasping in agony, with wings huddled close in an instinctive shield.
Blood seeped through her fingers, a warning of her dwindling time. She had to come up with some sort of plan before she lost consciousness, or her odds of surviving would drop to next to nothing.
After all this time, the last thing she wanted to be was dog food.
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Tairais  Nyx Silverfang • a year ago
Pawsteps faded into dull distance as if they were the heartbeat of that same exhilarating hunt, never quite out of range of hearing.
They returned almost as quickly as they had left, pacing at the edge of the small clearing Nyx was in. There was another thud, the muffled sort that spoke of a body falling to the ground, and then a whine.
The sound of paws retreated again, this time leaving behind only silence in the distance.
There was nothing but that silence for the time. At this hour of night, and in the wake of that eerie howling, all was still. All was quiet, save for Nyx's breathing and the breath of the wind through the trees.
And then came panicked footsteps and unhurried wings.
"I'm tellin' ya Char, I've buggered up seriously- there's a girl and-"
"Triple-J, ya gotta calm down, or I'm gonna start panickin' an' you bringin' me here will be pointless. Where's she hidin'?"
"Ahead, just a bit more."
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Nyx Silverfang  Tairais • a year ago
Fighting the beginnings of what she recognized to be shock, Nyx ran through her mental checklist.
Threat? Wolf, location unknown.
Forms of defense? No weapon, can't easily hide from animals, so get away and out of reach.
Movement? Still possible, legs and wings feel fine.
As she began to formulate a plan, she removed her socks and shoes, putting the latter back on while the socks were tied as a makeshift bandage around the bite on her arm.
Here's hoping nothing vital was hit-- blood-loss will be what kills me.
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Or the dog coming back.
She shivered and tucked her injured arm against her chest, pushing herself up with the other. It was then that she made her unsteady way to the treeline.
With luck, this particular canine can't climb.
Her time at the Society must've softened her instinct, for despite a lifetime of always knowing that to falter would mean death, she leaned against the trunk of a tree for a moment's rest once she'd reached it, breathing heavy.
By the time the voices were within hearing range, Nyx had already slipped into unconsciousness on the forest floor.
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Tairais  Nyx Silverfang • a year ago
Charricthran hadn't expected to be frantically contacted by Jackie anytime soon. He certainly hadn't expected her to be in the middle of a full-moon transformation, nor with panic in her voice.
This was how he found himself pushing through the lingering pain of reaching too far and too fast to stand in an almost-familiar part of the London countryside.
Despite experience telling him to expect everything under the sun to be at least feasible, if not plausible, he hadn't expected to see Nyx, unconscious and bleeding in the forest.
He slowed his bouncy, devil-may-care strides to a halt, the sound of Jackie's footsteps echoing somewhere in the distance.
"You weren't kiddin', huh?"
"What?"
"You said that you buggered up, Jackie." His voice was quiet, full of ice.
"... Is she one of yours?"
"I can't fix a Change, Jackie. I couldn't even cure my own vampirism."
"Char, you're scarin' me."
"What have you done, Jackie?"
"L-look, I said I was sorry, please jus' fix thi-"
"I can do nothing, Jackie. I can't even tell how she's going to Change, because she's not human, she's not like I was, she's not like anything I've ever seen Change, but she's going to, isn't she Jackie?"
"Stop sayin' my name!"
"Answer me, Jackie."
"Only if you stop bein' so quiet and calm down. She's gonna live- your guilt won't get any help from me."
"And how do you know this?"
"I dunno! I can smell it on her? I know you wanna save her as best you can, so you're gonna drag her back to that buildin' you've been hiding in, yeah?"
There was silence for a time, which Jackie broke with a hesitant "Char?"
Charricthran lifted his gaze from Nyx's still, prone form, golden almost-smoke spiraling from his fingers as darkness shone from his eyes and just-checked irritation simmered and bubbled behind his teeth.
"You're lucky I like ya, Jackie. She's been hurtin', an' you've gone an added ta it. Hopefully we haven't created a new breed o' monster from tha' hurt, hm?"
Gently, oh so gently, Charricthran moved to stand by Nyx and picked her up, taking care to avoid adding to her injuries by means of the talons that had ripped their way free without his meaning to.
He didn't respond to Jackie's worried calls to his retreating form.
He had a month to plan for a whirlwind of unpredictable variables.
...
Wer'Vemud?
Axun?
How d'ya feel about teaching a new Change?
There was an internal chuckle and the slip of silk in the matter of a cat stretching in the sunlight.
Si siofme wux ocuir si shilta iaco, Nald'su.
Glad to hear it. That covers one part of things, at least. Let's go get her bandaged up, hm?
His other half hummed its wordless agreement and fell silent once more.
To Oswald, then. More specifically, to his wife Violet, who was the truly competent doctor of the pair. They were closer than the Society and owed him for.. a great many things, really. Oswald did, at least. Violet was rather engaging company, when not bogged down by her husbands idiocy. Truly, the man's only redeeming features were his beauty and his easy manipulation.
Course set, he vanished into the spaces between starlight, hoping to at least ease Nyx's physical pain in the short term.
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Nyx Silverfang  Tairais • a year ago
Consciousness came back to Nyx in bits and pieces, bringing with it little chunks of information.
There was a blanket draped across her legs and a mattress beneath her shoulder, meaning at the very least, she wasn't in the forest anymore.
She was laying on her side, wings tucked neatly against her back and her injured arm curled up to her chest.
...
Said arm burned like Hellfire, she realized hazily, the wound sending pulses of agony shivering through her body, though she could feel it had been bandaged.
Eventually, she managed to push up into a sitting position and wobbled slightly even with the support of her uninjured arm, trying to take in her surroundings.
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Tairais  Nyx Silverfang • a year ago
"Mornin', kid. Evenin' still, but close enough ta mornin'."
Charricthran sat in a simple wooden chair opposite Nyx, and had been sat there since Violet had patched up her arm. His half-jovial smile bled concern at the seams, tinged with a hint of bitter regret.
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Nyx Silverfang  Tairais • a year ago
"Char..."
Nyx relaxed at the sight of him, but only just.
After a quick glance about to note any entrances and exits, she leaned back against the headboard of the bed, suppressing a wince.
"I wasn't expecting to wake up to your smiling face, how'd you find me?"
All she could recall was stopping to rest at the foot of a tree... an action that made her grimace now that she thought back on it.
I could've died then and there.
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Tairais  Nyx Silverfang • a year ago • edited
Charricthran's smile brightened at the mention, a chuckle slipping out without his awareness or consent.
"Friend o' mine brought'cha the bite an' me ta ya afterwards, 'n I brought ya here."
He worried against the press of memory at his eyes. He knew he couldn't fix this, knew better than to try, but still guilt carved its chasm-like path across his heart.
He cleared his throat with a sigh, stretching his arms out behind his head.
"How ya feelin'?"
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Nyx Silverfang  Tairais • a year ago
A spark of unease stirred and settled in her stomach when Charricthran called the wolf ‘friend’.
“All things considered, I am... surprisingly okay,” She answered in relatively good humor, “Obviously the bite feels like a hot poker being stabbed into my arm, but I’ve had a lot worse from canines.”
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Tairais  Nyx Silverfang • a year ago
"Tha's... good. 'M glad ta hear it."
And he was. A certain amount of tension uncoiled from his shoulders, but the fair majority of it stayed as he fell into thoughtful silence.
There was no sense in beating around the bush, really. He leaned further back in the chair with a sigh, dragging his hands down his face half-slowly.
"Listen, kiddo. Jackie's a werewolf o' a sort. The fact she bit ya ain't exactly great, but I've no way o' knowin' if she Changed ya 'til the next full moon. Figured ya should probably know 'fore I start offerin' ways ta deal with it."
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Tairais • a year ago
(( chatterghosts The boys are still in town: Char is still Char, Huxley is still a butt, and Elias is equal parts gay and hopeless at talking to girls apparently XD
~*~
anentirerice:
Elias weaved his own path away from the dizzy song and dance that everyone save himself seemed to know. Much as he wished to pursue whatever information these people may have, he’d gotten a sense of defeat walking from Nocturna: his strange appearance here was transparent, and his mortality was all but certain, was it not? If nothing else, perhaps hiding in a corner would allow him to listen to the gossip, since the Fae surrounding the ballroom floor had thinned out when the music rose.
Tairais:
It was from the shadows of a nearby pillar that Charricthran pulled himself free from listening walls, a small grimace hidden behind his stark white bauta mask.
He now wore a set of shimmering black robes and a simple tricorn hat, the only other mark of color on his person the deep blue feather that almost bobbed in time to the music as he made his way to where Elias stood.
He took a glass of wine in hand and moved to stand by the kid, keeping his voice low but otherwise unaltered.
"How's it shakin'? Meet anyone interestin', find anythin' out?"
He'd rather not point Elias in the direction he'd found, but he could no longer go down that path- it'd need to be a neutral party.
Ah, politics. How I've missed ya. ))
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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago
(( See, Elias is terrible with women, whether it comes to merely talking to them or trying to wiggle your way into a semi-political Faerie gathering by talking to one. He’s just really bad at it. (One could say it’s almost like he prefers guys altogether...) ))
Elias was grateful he’d seen the approach, else he’d have just about leapt out of his skin.
“It’s shakin’ alright,” he huffed, his voice equally low. “I’m quite terrible at all of this, the— the blending in with nonmortals and even trying to pretend I know or care about their politics.”
After a moment of silent, grimacing self-pity, he added, “I...did speak to a woman who was the ambassador for Dawn and Night, but the most I learned was that the two Courts wanted nothing to do with each other, and that was it.”
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Tairais  chatterghosts • a year ago
Charricthran listened and then chuckled.
"Kid, if ya were terrible at it, you'd be dead or spendin' time with some o' the nastier sorts. Sounds like ya spoke ta Nocturna, an' sounds like she was jerkin' your leg- she works for me an' knew you were comin'. She could probably see the traces o' my Song windin' aboutcha from the gondola ride an' drew the right conclusions."
He shrugged. "Really, you're doin' jus' fine: Not a lot o' business gets talked 'bout durin' this time o' year. Too busy havin' fun for tha', see?"
He took a sip of wine under the mask and hummed thoughtfully.
"You distractin' her kept her from latchin' on ta me for the same reason, so I'm grateful for tha'. Found somethin' tha' could be a lead, but could also putcha in sight o' a fair bite o' danger if ya ain't careful 'bout whatcha say. Sound like somethin' you or Huxley could handle, or should I keep lookin'?"
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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago
Elias listened to Charricthran with his trademark scowl. If it made him feel better, it didn’t show, save for the faintest softening of his face.
He cocked his head. “Would you have both of us do it, or just one of us?”
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Tairais  chatterghosts • a year ago
He shrugged.
"Either or- whatever keeps ya cozy-like but unobtrusive, an' whoever's got a glib tongue an' a sense o' caution. If ya have it piecemeal 'tween the two o' ya, then it should be both."
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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago
Elias nodded his head in agreement. “Both it is, though I’m not sure where he went — I doubt I can just call ‘Huxley’ ‘till he shows up, but—“
Given Charricthran’s nonhuman nature, he could likely feel how the words drew forth Huxley’s presence like a moth to flame, the magic of his aura pulling up shrilly like a violin’s note gone wrong. He appeared at Elias’ side with a sudden flourish, cape settling at his sides. “You called?”
Elias jerked backward in shock. “What the f*ck—“
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Tairais  chatterghosts • a year ago
Charricthran couldn't quite hold back the fit of snickering that broke its way free, but he made a valiant effort nonetheless, a hand coming up to cover his mouth instinctively. As his mask was in the way, this painted a rather odd picture.
"Seems like ya can do jus' tha', yeah?"
He shook his head and let his hand fall to his side again with a final chuckle.
"Good ta see ya again, then. Hear much o' tha', or do I need ta talk again?"
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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago
“I heard everything I needed to,” Huxley said. “I’m fine with helping.”
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Tairais  chatterghosts • a year ago
"Fantastic." Said Charricthran as he clasped his hands together.
"Right so, first things first: after this dance, that same charmin' group o' fellas that were tailin' us earlier are meetin' some contacts from the Autumn Court I happen ta know. Seein's as we're lookin' for their lot ta find the other two, I was gonna tail 'em myself, 'cept they're intendin' ta go inta a Truce Circle I cannae enter 'cos o' my... affiliation, shall we say, with the Night Court."
He shrugged, taking another sip of wine.
"Our tails an' the group from Autumn are gonna be hostin' some sort o' open forum with the Seneschal o' the Autumn Court afterwards, so it'd be a prime spot ta keep lookin', see? They might even show up ta the event itself- who knows?"
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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago
Elias gave a thoughtful nod. “So we attend this forum and keep looking? That doesn’t sound too bad, really.”
Huxley lifted an eyebrow. “Did you miss the part where he said that the two individuals we’re looking for may show there?” He shrugged a little and shook his head, looking to Charricthran. “So, a Truce Circle that we can enter because we aren’t affiliated with any Court. Got any recommended do’s-and-don’ts?”
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Tairais  chatterghosts • a year ago
"'S more tha' you're not affiliated with the Night Court, but."
He shrugged, rolling his shoulders slightly.
"Don' draw unwanted attention to yourselves unless ya have ta, don' talk unless you're near-certain o' it bein' ironclad against exploitin' for Debt. Do act as aloof and disdainful as possible, do stick together if ya can."
The music began to rise to a crescendo, the beginning to the end that Charricthran was so familiar with. Distantly, he wondered if the case might be the same for Hannibal and Will. It almost certainly was.
He watched their fox-masked twins disengage from the edge of the proceedings with a tuneless hum, just barely tilting his glance in that direction.
"They are already headed away. 'Tis the hall where a hypothetical clock would strike three from where we are standing, just to the side there."
Charricthran's accent dipped its toes into something vaguely English, vaguely European, vaguely familiar. He inclined his head in a smile that was more felt than seen, curling its way into words at the edges.
"Good luck to you both, and do try not to get killed, yes?"
He turned on his heel and vanished once more into the crowd, silver growing up the back of his black attire like flame eating its way through darkness.
The music rose with all the giddy fervor of a racing river, bubbling and roiling its way home, crashing against stone and symbol as dress and cape alike swirled and billowed and curled.
And stopped, with the final mournful strains of a wooden flute, and with each dancer freezing into a final pose reminiscent of the Spanish flamenco, arms outstretched or curved near the body protectively but fiercely.
A gentle roar of applause began to filter its way around the room.
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Helen Jekyll • a year ago
((Jekyll1886 The Fox A continuation of Hugpile/Dinner! Malemi is merely listening at the moment.))
Helen:
Hela snickered at both suggestions.
“Ah, while former would likely not help my relations with Lanyon, I’d so love to see that... The latter would give me the chance to play hero, which I’m not entirely certain I’d want.”
She fell silent a moment.
“Do you think it could help with the Lodger’s thoughts on me?”
86:
Weir inclined his head to the side as he thought on that.
"Probably," he concluded with a nod as he washed the second plate.
Response:
A heavy sigh.
"And that's something I should work on, right? Winning them over, to avoid the torches and pitchforks?"
Her shoulders sagged at the thought of 'playing nice'-- while not impossible, it was tedious and never any real fun.
But if it'll keep them from turning against me... it may be worth it.
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
"If you want to. I know how much it can grate..." he admitted. "But it may keep you safer. If it helps any, just think of it as getting one over on them."
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited
Hela gave a quiet chuckle.
I guess you would know.
She thought a moment longer, and then shrugged.
"I'll give it a shot, one of these days. I doubt it could make things any worse."
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago • edited
He set the second plate to dry and started on the third.
"True enough. And, though I don't plan to disappear as I did, should the unexpected happen, I do think we could all rest a bit more easily if we could count on your safety."
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
"And I've always the doctor to fall back on, push come to shove," She added, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips, "Now if only there was a way to keep you out of trouble, Mr. Mess-Magnet."
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
"That is true, though I hope it won't come to that," he said regarding her hypothetical reliance on Helen.
She spoke further, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"It is rather the trend, isn't it?" he concurred, setting aside the last plate and getting started on the cups. "I daresay I could use a decent spell of quiet now and then, but I don't think it'll happen anytime soon, unfortunately. Still, I'm glad just to be home."
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
“Best enjoy it while you can, before you’re off to work again,” Hela suggested, tipping her head to watch him.
“I know you usually never stop moving, but couldn’t the cat have done the dishes?”
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
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The Fox  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
" I leave the human tasks to appropriate hands, so unless you like wet fur all over your dishes, I think I'll stay where I am. "
Malemi stretched his back out with a wide yawn and sat up. His tail tip twitched humorously as he smirked at Hela.
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Helen Jekyll  The Fox • a year ago
Hela snorted.
“Fur or no fur, you’re a pretty—“
She cut herself off, remembering all too well what happened when she picked a fight with the beast, taking a moment to reconsider her words.
“Well, a pretty human-like cat, at least more human than most,” finished Hela with a shrug, “Just put on a pair of gloves and Weir will never have to worry about such mundane chores again.”
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
Lewis chuckled softly at the exchange between Hela and Malemi.
Damned if it wasn't good to be home.
He cleaned and set aside the teacups, hung the damp cloth to dry, and stretched. He really wanted to take a proper bath, but knew that he was so dirty he'd simply make more work for himself if he did--he'd have a filthy tub to clean.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
" If I took up his chores, then he'd have to pick up mine. "
Malemi climbed down from his perch with a yawn.
" Making sure no beast comes stalking around the flat is no small task. That, and the things I do to help around the house, is where my work lays.
Save for the odd circumstance here and there. "
He paused to itch at his neck.
" So between taking care of you and the house, that still leaves the dishes to Lewis. "
With a purr, he rubbed himself against Weir's legs before trotting into the living room.
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Helen Jekyll  The Fox • a year ago
“Oh goodness me, you had to care for a full grown adult who can bathe and feed and clothe herself without assistance?”
Hela pressed a hand over her mouth in mock horror to hide the beginnings of a smile.
“That must’ve been so terribly exhausting.”
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
Lewis outright laughed.
"In any case," he said when he'd settled himself, "The dishes are clean.
"I really ought to get a shower before I start to attract flies. Carry on as you like," he said with a casual wave. "I'll be upstairs."
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
" Alright, go ahead. "
Malemi spread himself out across the couch with a smile.
" Just know that you'll never smell worse then the rabbit. "
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London Sprite • a year ago
Jekyll1886 Do You Want To Tell A Story (I'm up for anything really. Don't have anything in mind)
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Jekyll1886  London Sprite • a year ago
((I don't either, to be honest. XD Want to just start it off and see how it goes from there?))
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London Sprite • a year ago
@Catt Hatter (Do you want to Tell a Story. The Gardens could work)
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London Sprite • a year ago
Tairais (Do You Want To Tell A Story)
When Char gave her the go ahead for questions, they started to burst out of her one by one.
"Is it true that I shouldn't accept any food or drink while I'm there?"
"What kind of Fae will we be seeing other than the Sidhe? Should I watch out for kelpies? Banshees? Redcaps? Trolls? Goblins?"
"Are we going to the Seelie or Unseelie Court? Should I dress warmer if we're going to Unseelie?"
And the questions kept coming and coming like a waterfall. Her body was practically shaking with anticipation.
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Tairais  London Sprite • a year ago
"True, yes. Avoid such situations if ya can, be subtle about turnin' it down if ya can't, and don't say 'thank you' unless you feel like acknowledgin' a Debt.
"Mostly jus' the Sidhe, some stars, an' some pixies an' will o' the wisps at the Twilight Court. Might run inta kelpies, banshees, an' vila at the Night Court, but they tend ta be well-behaved, lest they be barred from returnin'. None o' the latter three unless war's a-brewin', which I sincerely hope it ain't, or I've gone and missed something important."
He chuckled, then paused his speech with a considering tilt of his head.
"Think these sorts are a mix o' Seelie an' Unseelie: There's bad sorts mixed with the good, then there's the neutral sorts. All o' them ya should be on your guard around, but nothin' warrantin' a change o' clothes."
He shot her a grin as they continued to walk.
"Nearly there, now, though there's nothin' sayin' we can't keep jabberin' 'fore we go in."
A familiar monument towered in the near distance, an urn of fire atop a grand Doric column. Charricthran regarded it with a faint sort of amusement.
The real trick would be getting past the foot traffic and finding the runes at the base of it all without attracting attention. Between paranoid people and sharp-eyed Fae, the task was easier said than done.
If he had Wer'Vemud silently weave Song around them so as to keep unwanted eyes off them, then that was his business, and his alone.
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