FateWeaver

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

So, news from my end of things. My cat has been found guilty of laptopicide, using my very own jar of ice water as a murder weapon. I'm typing this from a friend's computer, and probably won't be on much at all until I can get regular access to my own computer again. So very sorry for any inconvenience this might pose. I'll be back as soon as I can, but can make no promises as to when that might be. At most, I'm looking at about a month with no personal computer.

The Absent King

So, news from my end of things. My cat has been found guilty of laptopicide, using my very own jar of ice water as a murder weapon. I'm typing this from a friend's computer, and probably won't be on much at all until I can get regular access to my own computer again. So very sorry for any inconvenience this might pose. I'll be back as soon as I can, but can make no promises as to when that might be. At most, I'm looking at about a month with no personal computer.

The Absent King

My post feels horribly short, but I've run out of time to write and wanted to have something up so others could continue for now. My next one will be longer by necessity, but this one... meh. :/

The Absent King

"Complicated indeed. I understand," Aust replied tersely in the Elven tongue and returning his blade to its sheathe. Pushing himself to his feet, he crossed his arms over his chest and finally settled his eyes on one person. The Knight didn't seem to be of a mind to resist, at least not yet, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be watched. Very shortly after the Elf rested his eyes on the figure however, he dropped to the ground. Upon glancing to Juna and the blade she now held, he surmised what had happened and couldn't help wincing in mild sympathy to the man's pain. While it may not have been entirely undeserved, a kick like that was simply cruel.

Reasoning that the Knight had likely dealt out at least as much cruelty to any one being in the past, Aust remained silent while Lothren gave the rest of his orders and vanished up the stairs. He tensed and almost spoke up when Annara approached the man again, but the anger she had been mired in earlier seemed to have passed. At the least, her insults had become less crude and she wasn't striking him. After they both got a few words in, Annara started for the stairs. Aust watched her climb them, noting the way she moved and the dispassionate look she offered the Knight over her shoulder. The man, clearly weakened by his plight and subsequent encounter with the Ytharien, was slower to make his way up those first few steps. As the two climbed the stairs, Aust spared another glance towards Juna before looking down to the man still sprawled at his feet. Nothing had changed about the Mage's condition in so short a time, but the elf still looked troubled.

"Go on ahead. I'll be along shortly, after I see what can be done for our other friend here. Won't be more than a minute behind you, I just don't want him following us if I can help it," he explained, kneeling by the mage again. Placing a hand over the man's eyes, he started to chant softly as though preparing a complicated spell to lay over the Mage.

World of Remnant

Huzzah! And so it begins!

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

I'm still here

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Lyla Warren

"I'll be fine, jus' a little in over my head," Lyla said, beaming up in the general direction of the Lycan as Niall went to clean up the mess she had made. "Thank you for your con... cont... consh... Ah... thanks for caring, though." Despite her insistence, she couldn't help the mild slur that had crept into her speech, or the fact that her head still hurt and she was still sitting back against the counter. Lyla didn't look like she wanted to get up or go anywhere any time soon.

"Niall is right though. I wasn't really made. I have biological parents like every human in the world. Only, parts of my DNA were switched with that of a bat. Dr. Higgins didn't create me, but he did change who I ultimately became." While it was pretty much only the most basic explanation she could offer, Lyla didn't really feel up to going into more detail just then. Once her head cleared a bit, she would be able to give Felix more information as to what exactly was changed and maybe even how it was done. There was a lot about the latter she didn't understand, but after living with Geoff for most of her life she had a decent grasp on the basics.

"Um... would someone mind getting me some water? I need something to drink but I don't think more alcohol is a good idea at this point..." she said, not addressing either of her conversational partners in particular. Hopefully the water, and a few minutes spent sitting on the floor, would help her to recover.

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Morgan Selwyn

Morgan smiled as Kiara took the ice lotus from him, genuinely glad that she liked it despite the fact that he could feel the beginnings of a blush forming due to her compliments. It was her mention of the Winter Court that brought his attention back around and made him think for a moment. He had to remember that she was as dangerous as she was gorgeous, and that things could go badly if he didn't keep his wits about him when she was around. As much as he liked her, he wasn't prepared to get stuck in the Fae Realms or end up dead over a crush or lustful tryst. All of that, however, went out the window as soon as her lips touched his.

At first, he was so surprised that he was stunned to the point of immobility. As realization sunk in his cheeks started to burn as blood colored his face and neck. But by the time Kiara brought her other hand up to draw him closer, Morgan was already lost in the moment. She tasted of the whiskey, which he decided wasn't so bad after all. Her proximity inspired a number of passionate desires, which he only really managed to resist due to his reserved nature. Though he longed to pull her against him, he settled for the simpler notion of resting his right hand just above her left hip and leaning closer to her.

When Kiara finally pulled away, Morgan was both disappointed and relieved. The source of his disappointment was obvious, but he was also glad to be able to breathe relatively freely. His breathing was ragged as he regarded the Faerie, and it felt like the whole of his body was burning up. He smiled again, somewhat crookedly, and looked down toward the flower with the hope that it might be easier to calm down if he wasn't staring into Kiara's eyes.

"I'm glad you like it," he mentioned, leaving out that he was glad the flower hadn't simply shattered when he tried to turn it into a prism as it had many times in the past. "You did ask, after all, and I'd hate to disappoint. It should last for a while on its own, but you'll want to get it someplace cold if you want to keep it. Though I suppose it wouldn't be that big of a deal for me to make you another," he mentioned, paying no heed to the minor lie. He could surely repeat the feat of magic, but it was mostly luck that had allowed him to complete it as it was. While he searched for something more to say, Morgan kept getting distracted by the fact that Kiara's fingers were still tangled in his hair and that they were still so close to one another.

"You make it really hard to think straight sometimes, you know?" he admitted, not really considering his words as he turned his gaze back to Kiara's eyes. Her whole being was captivating, but her expressive, color-shifting eyes seemed to draw Morgan the most.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

From where he was, Alexander thought things weren't looking good for them at all. A full quarter of their number were down for the count, and another quarter hadn't shown up after splitting off. And all of this was before any of the Divers managed to inflict some serious damage on the vehicle and it's occupants. Luke seemed unconcerned though, leading the head-on charge toward the ATV without much care. His stunt with the war hammer left the truck looking immobile, and so Alex considered a good portion of their job already finished. Now it was down to those the vehicle had been transporting.

It was about then that Alex noticed that the main cannon, which he had seen reducing rocks to dust earlier, was pointed directly at his chest. Panic swelled in his chest for a moment, only to be crushed and burned away by outraged determination. A simple cannon couldn't bring him down! They would have to try harder if they wanted him out of the picture. Gunfire and smoke were clouding the air as combat was joined, but Alexander was already focused on what was directly in front of him. Skulls could be smashed later, after he survived whatever was coming his way.

"Get down!" he shouted to those still behind him, sliding to a stop in front of the cannon's barrel. Drawing on his Arcane network, he thrust his left hand forward. Alex could feel more than see the barrier of force forming, as it only appeared as a hazy space in the air not unlike how hot air could cause what one saw to blur. He created the wall of force at an angle, hoping to deflect as much of the energy up and away as possible. While he was likely capable of meeting it head on, it would be easier on himself and his energy reserves to be as efficient as possible. Thus braced, Alexander narrowed his eyes at the cannon and silently dared it to do its worst.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

I'm still around. Mostly just waiting on someone to need/want something from Grim, or for his Queen to return to her palace or summon him from it.

The Absent King

Aust was last to make it into the building and down the stairs, and by the time he made it Juna was already pulling Annara away from the knight. On the floor a bit behind them all was a man in the garb of a Viceni mage, clearly unconscious. In the middle of it all were Lothren and the knight, one with a firearm leveled at the other in order to discourage any hostile movement. All in all, it was an interesting scene. Aust wasn't sure who was in more danger at that point; the Ytharien, the knight, or Alonso's disguise.

Juna seemed to have a handle on Annara, and Lothen had the knight under control for the moment, so Aust paced slowly around them all the check on the mage. Aside from being severely battered and bruised, presumably from the knight's tirade he had heard a few moments before, but would live without any attention. If not for the fact that he would be stranded and alone in a building with a the potential to be destroyed if others fell on it, the Viceni would have eventually woken up and recovered from the probable concussion in due time. Under the circumstances, however, it seemed unwise to simply leave him be.

Now that Juna was addressing the knight, Aust turned to their leader. He had given his instructions as to the knight, but hadn't said anything about the mage, or about what would happen when Alan saw them returning with a knight in tow.

"What about this one? He's out for now, and will be for a while, but I don't think we can just leave him. It's obvious he's a Magus. If he wakes up to the village empty and destroyed, he might get it in his head to track us down for some revenge. Could be a real threat. Beside that, it doesn't feel right. We got everyone else out as safely as we could. Who knows what could happen to this one before he stirs?" Aust said, speaking from where he knelt at the unconscious man's side. He carried his longknife bare in his right hand, the sharp tip pointed in the general direction of the knight in case things got exciting again. The elf's eyes flicked between his companions and the two strangers, trying to pay attention to the whole situation at once.