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|Triskilon Manor (Part I)|| |
:39:27 [BWRP] The Diner. Fresh baked goods and coffee. That was the norm. But the previous day had destroyed the usually quiet café, leaving it in shambles and most of it’s occupants in a state of shock. What had started out to be a typically foggy day in Boston, turned into a battle of the strange and mysterious. Delaney’s attempt to question the human Jessica quickly festered into a near nightmare for humans present as Dannethion, the Lust Arch-Daemon Fae arrived on the scene. The beast, ferocious in his looks soon made it clear what his intentions were - the human, or Delaney, cumulating into a near battle between, Torch of the Light Clan, Delaney who was willing to be the sacrifice to save Jessica, and Dannethion’s Son, Jon who arrived soon thereafter. Meanwhile, in the background the dark Prince, Galen, having come to spy on the Neutral Succubus shifted into female form, though the full moon rising and the sensual heat that the Succubus releases caused a stir and near panic in him to the point where he could no ---10:39:42 [BWRP] longer contain himself and shifted full into that black and white tiger, betraying his cover before crashing out the backdoor. As the scene escalated, Clan Leader, the High King of Light arrived on the scene, putting an end to all with a few, strong words. The Ash all powerful could not be ignored or denied for banishment had been threatened and very few Fae could turn their heads from it. The souls of humans had been sucked dry by the Large lust Daemon leaving Delaney and others in a state of shock. Eveylne, the small changeling Cat had desperately tried to stop Danniethion but to no avail. And yet, in the end - despite his terrifying display, Dannethion opted to return the souls of the dead, allowing them to live, giving back the very essence he’d stolen before disappearing. Delaney was left carrying the guilt, Galen making it quite clear that the events of the night had been on her. Torch, had tried to offer her assistance, but he too blamed her, and the newly discovered Succubus had left the scene with -- 10:40:07 [BWRP] had left the scene with many a thoughts running through her head. What is known is that the chaos of the night is just the beginning of the tear in the fabric that is dividing not just the Worlds but also the Clans. Delaney now believed to be the one selling her blood to the humans for the drug known as spellbound is unaware she’s been blamed, while both Light and Dark Clan aim to find out the one behind such a blasphemy and destroy them. Humans are getting closer to the discovery of the Fae, while the Fae struggle to remain hidden - though Boston is only so large.. Perhaps not large enough for both Worlds to exist anymore. Only time will tell.. For now, it’s a new day. Late afternoon, less foggy but still wet, like the entire City has been waterlogged, unable to dry. Temperate is cool, offering a chill to the bones. A meeting has been called for All FAE to gather at Triskilion Manor, Home of the Morrigan and headquarters for the Dark.. Those arriving on the scene will have time to mingle before hand, the --10:40:32 [BWRP] Manor itself under the guise of a school for gifted children and adults is welcoming as it is large and opulent. Even though who are neutral will have caught the word. Attendance is mandatory..
10:57:08 Torch awoke in his apartment, rising out of his bed from his afternoon nap; he'd received word about the mandatory meeting in enemy territory, and he wasn't pleased about it. He focused and took on his human form, sliding on some casual clothing as he got ready to leave. After a few moments he was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a dark auburn jacket, black slacks, and a pair of grey tennis shoes; he locked his apartment door once he exited, feeling the magical wards lock into place. He wondered what the hell this meeting was about; it made him nervous going to the enemy's base of operations blind. He shook his head and made his way to Triskilion Manor, wondering if he'd encounter any of the fae he'd met last night. He knew the arch-demon, Eve, Tatts, and Del were Neutral, belonging to no clan; the arch-demon's son he wasn't sure about. The shifter was Dark, and clearly had it out for Del for some reason. Torch had heard rumors about the selling of Spellbound through his contacts at the club; the stuff was 10:57:26 [Torch] spreading like wildfire. He wondered if Del could really be connected to that; if so, then she was even more dangerous than he thought.
11:05:31 Ainfean had refused to take her human counter part into the heart of the dark court. Even fae marked and fully possessed, she doubted her beloved Kylie would live to see the end of the night were she taken to gathering. Still, she couldn't notattend, either. The Clans hardly ever made things mandatory, but when they did, you went, no ands, ifs, or buts about it. Brushing back the brown hair of her glamoured form, she'd smooth her hands down her usual flowing green dress dress and give the mirror a tired smile. “Let's get this over with,” she'd sigh, closing her eyes and focusing on her true form. Willing her energy across town, she'd appear just outside the border of land where the dark made its home. They were probably allowing fae to transport themselves directly inside, but she wasn't quite willing to chance it. Besides, going on foot gave her more of a chance to psych herself up for this. -11:05:42 [Ainfean] Dealing with either Court was trying, especially if you belonged to the opposite Clan, but dealing with both at once when you refused to take a side was the stuff of nightmares. She knew as a will o'wisp she would not be a suspect, but that did not make her safe by any means. If the Clans asked her to possess a mortal for the sake of studying their memories or simply to spy, she couldn't refuse. The thought made her uneasy, as she did not like the idea of leaving her mortal partner alone without her protection, especially with everything that was going on.
11:24:06 Reilly` looked out over the damp streets past the gaudy brown flower-print drapes, curling her lean frame on the windowsill. As the sun slowly dipped closer the horizon a grin spread across the woman’s face. Ah, the afternoon was coming to an end and a new day was about to start! She hopped off the sill and moved to the single suitcase which still had its contents strewn haphazardly over the cough. Dark brown cargo pants were quickly tossed on over bare legs and a horribly tacky flowered shirt thrown over her head, the thing a few sizes too large as it had been intended as a man’s shirt. Spidery fingers were combed briefly through her short raven hair. Pockets were patted briefly and made clear to her what her first stop for the evening would be. A casino. As she grabbed the door-handle she slipped on a pair of raggedy sandals before slipping out into the hallway. “Ugh, is you again. Burgest ghas been yowlink at your door all mornink!” The voice was none other than that of Reilly’s new landlady, a --11:24:50 Reilly` portly old woman with the voice of an opera singer. “Ghwy you lie in bed all day, is wonderful day! And ugh, what are you wearink! A lady must always be presentable!” The woman was dressed neatly in a grey outfit that was in high fashion the last time Reilly had visited America...in 1940. “Well, a lovey day tae ye as well Mrs. Evanna.” The old woman simply grumbled and turned about, mashing one crooked finger into the elevator call button her other arm cradling a basket of washing. A grin spread over the girl’s face. Wasn’t it always that the first mischief of the day was the best? She thought as the turned towards the stairwell. The elevator rattled into place and its doors ground open. Mrs. Evanna stepped into it and the doors shuddered shut behind her. Once reaching the bottom she would exit the cage and turn into the small washing area. “Cheeldreen zese days, no sense of duty and class. Always fluttering about after dark doing who-knows vot and zen sleepeenk ze day away!” The ancient --11:25:08 Reilly` coin-operated washing machine’s lid was opened with a clang and she started shoving handfuls of clothes heavily into the machine. “Zey take everythink for granted! No idea of hard vork. Algweys taking taking taking!” At that point a large fat grey cat sauntered into the little room and rubbed against her legs. “Yes Bargest, I do not like her very much eizer.” With that the lid was slammed shut and the button pressed to start the cycle. The machine hummed into life and Mrs. Evanna took her basket and left. “Come Bargest, ve go get you numnums.” Only when the door of the elevator shuddered shut behind the woman did she realize that her basket was still full of clothing... Reilly grabbed the handle of the glass doors and pulled them open, sauntering out on the street with her hands deep in her pockets and a wide grin splitting her face.
11:45:21 Torch approached Triskilion Manor, wondering if he should take his natural form or not. He appeared extremely hostile in his natural state, regardless of his intentions, and this concerned him; appearing hostile in enemy territory was NOT a good way to start things. He decided to stay in human form for now. He saw that several fae had already arrived, and more were coming; he kept to himself, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one with a flicker of thought. He took a deep drag and sighed, waiting for the meeting to begin; he hadn't seen anyone he recognized off hand just yet.
12:06:16 Ainfean approached the manner with trepidation, her face positively unreadable. Already, others were gathered, although she suspected they were dark fae who had simply been within the manner's wards. She seemed a little more at ease than some of the lighter creatures she had passed, and the thought made her choke back a slightly hysterical giggle. Ainfean had chosen to remain neutral until her mortal anam cara went on to Tír na nÓg. After all, what were but a few decades in the life span of a fae? She could always make a choice once the girl had gone beyond, and she would not do it a moment before. Gathering her skirts in her hands, she glided past the ever growing crowds, fighting the urge to turn tail and flee back to safety and seclusion. Both Clans had made it clear that any neutral who failed to show up would be eliminated, and she would not risk herself nor Kylie like that. The girl was faemarked. -12:06:26 [Ainfean] She glowed bright as a beacon even without Ainfean being in residence, so there was no hope of her remaining hidden. She would be brought before the Courts and sentenced to death for her association with a traitor, and probably be killed in front of her as part of the spunkie's punishment. A fae's death was the only way to break their connection with their chosen human. Should the human die first, the fae would feel unimaginable pain....which is why it was so rare. Mortals were considered toys, not partners. Why bind yourself to something you'd only grow bored with?
13:08:47 Reilly` of course knew nothing of any meeting. The fae had arrived in Boston scarcely two days ago and had not yet made contact with any other non-humans. Well...apart from her landlady’s cat Burgest...but he was a mean-spirited old tom and made his dislike of the Pooka very clear. He, though was unlikely to be privy to the fae-court grapevine. Reilly generally preferred her own company and was not overly interested in befriending the local fae. What had brought her back to America, a place she was not overly fond of to begin with, was of far more importance. She had felt the pull of the Bond after 72 years of nothing so much as a whisper. She had believed her name lost to the family, was it possible that it had been rediscovered? But then the pull was so weak... Where normally she would know immediately where each of the Bonded were, now she only had the vaguest sense that it was somewhere in Boston. Was it possible that the bond still lingered even without the belief...that something was telling her 13:09:26 Reilly` that the family was in danger? Green eyes looked up to the slowly darkening skies and she pulled in a deep breath of air. It tasted sour...unclean. So different from centuries ago... But on the winds travelled a hint...a tingle of excitement...anticipation...worry and confusion. Something was going on in this city, even though she had only been here for a few days she could sense the tension in the air at large. Perhaps her visit would be more interesting than initially anticipated... Shrugging her shoulders she continued on down the street, unused to the slight chill but finding it refreshing. First she would make a brief foray into a gambling house to try and swindle some people out of a few dollars. After that, well, perhaps she might decide to see if she couldn’t pick up a chaos-trail to follow, see what all the confusion and tension was about.
13:12:59 JessicaG Is walking in the streets of Boston, in quite a bad neighborhood but this is where her craft tutor is living. After she read some books and went to lectures about witchcraft, she searched on the net for an experience tutor and after talking with her Misses Deleon was the right person. She taught her a lot in protection spells, which Misses Deleon thought that is most important. She was very proud in Jessica in the divination spells, and she almost feel that Jessica is her daughter, mostly because she didn't have any children. Jessica reaches the tutor's building and went upstairs and knocked on the door. 13:13:14 JessicaG Still felt her hands and feet are shaking from the incident last night. She didn't remember much, only that probably what the police told her is that a fire broke off and unfortunately the people didn't make it except for Jessica. She thought it was odd, but than again she didn't remember how she was saved, so probably she got out in time before the others. Some tears gathers in her eyes and she wipes them quickly as soon as Miss Deleon opened the door, but she saw that something was wrong, "Jessi, darling, what is the matter? Come in, come in…" Jessica entered and sat on the couch before she will collapse.
14:31:22 JessicaG Her craft tutor walked to the kitchen and prepared a glass of water and some cookies and brought them to the living room where Jessica was sitting. She put them on the table, and then sat herself infront of Jessica. "Now, dear, tell me your story…." Jessica looked to the ground, thinking how to start, because her memories were so confused and hazy. She finally said, "Well….you know I told you about the weird visions I had….yesterday I was working at the diner, and there was a weird accident, some kind of fire….I…I was the only one who survived…." Misses Deleon was shocked, "Oh my! What happened?" Jessica shook her head, "The police didn't know and neither did I….I…can't remember anything that happened, I blacked out again like the night before when I did the divination spell…."14:31:34 JessicaG The charm tutor nodded, "Oh, yes….what spell did you use exactly?" Jessica replied, "The finding places spell….I wanted to know what that place was, but I guess I didn't succeed….I was wondering, can I stay with you for a bit? I want to be alone and maybe just practice the craft with you…" The tutor smiled and nodded, "Of course you can…I'll get things prepared"
14:37:05 [Dannethion] With all technicality, Dannethion answered only to one entity; to one creature, to one being. And this one single entity was stronger than the Leader of the Light, the Dark; combined. The one entity was the God of Hell; Lord Lucifer the Fallen. He only adhered to the Laws and regulations of these 'Clans' because Dannethion, whilst understanding the futility of keeping ANYTHING hidden from the mortals, also understood the value of keeping powerful entities on amicable terms with his Master. Around the Manor, if any humans were present that were not invited by the Fae--would be put under a spell to render them oblivious for the next few minutes as a tear in the fabric of reality occured. This tear was shaped like a swirling opal opening into a purplish black abyss. Out from this gateway stepped Dannethion, Arch-Daemon of Lust; and he was not alone. Likely with little Evelynne following behind him--if she was in cat form, he'd be adamant that her fur be groomed, her claws held in, and her manners be absolute.
14:37:11 [Dannethion] His own fur was cleansed and groomed, shining brightly in the light. Upon arriving, he went to enter the Manor itself. If Evelynne was in human form, he'd have given her a formal attire that formerly belonged to his Mate--before she became a Clawdragon Daemon.
14:46:06 [Fenrir] [Jon was summoned. He knew his father would be there, and a portion of this either made him worry or expected a fight to break out. Either way, Jon knew that he would still have to go. He wished there was a way he could become his human form again. Concealed weapons were his specialty when he was bipedial, but now all he knew was claw, tooth, and tail. With these weapons alone, Jon knew he wasn't going to be much help to anyone. But he was still a Black Talon operative. He would get through this and save the day... somehow. He arrived behind Evelynne through the tear. He was still limping from where he had to exert himself and then got his ass beat down by his father's wrath. He didn't want to, but for the time being... he had to go with what Dannethion was doing. He just hoped that that Jessica girl was safe.]
14:47:51 [BWRP] Word had reached as it had all other Fae in the City of Boston that The Morrigan had called a meeting. A meeting agreed upon by The Ash who would also be making an appearance. Invitations had been sent out, magically so, so that no Fae had an excuse not to attend. It was to be an evening of glamour, of conversation, hor d'oeuvres, drinks and hopefully merriment. Despite the fact the meeting wasn’t exactly the type of meeting you wanted to go to, the opportunity to actually visit Triskilion Manor was more than enough reason to accept. The Home of the Morrigan was a glorified palace of richly designed textures, marble, ornate and illusive art, velvet, dramatic and dark materials, reminiscent of early Gothic periods that had long since faded into the history. The building itself was a large, sprawling castle, complete with spiral towers, running under the guise of a School where Fae (disguised as humans) attended classes and more. Behind the school were the Court of the Dark Clan, those who were high up in---14:48:10 [BWRP] in the scheme of events, the Lords and Ladies, Princes, Princesses and of course, Heirs, and their consorts. The Light had a similar structure at Trinity Hall; it was a perfect cover while being completely out in the open. The meeting itself was to be held in the Hall of Shadows, the Ballroom of Triskilion Manor, though the lobby and entire House will be open to all those attend, no matter what clan. Though be sure, if you are found snooping in places you should not be, you will face dire consequences…
14:48:39 [Evelynne] Ah, Evelynne, would indeed be along. She was yes well groomed, her claws were not out, and manners were not a problem. Her black coat shined but it was hard to cover her scars. The idea of the Victorian dress hadn't gone over well. Her steps were silent. With her having rested, she was in a much, much more pleasant mood. Sometimes it could take her days to get back to being more normal for her after being feral or it could take years. Likely, it would be a surprise to see her again and with Dannethion, but, alas, cat's don't speak do they? Maybe, she wouldn't even be recognized?
14:53:03 Ainfean clutched her skirts a little tighter when the air shifted, the anticipation and anxiousness of the other fae making their surroundings practically hum with the excess power their nerves caused. Even Ainfean, who was one of the few fae who had the least to fear seemed edgy, her glamoured from shifting her weight from one foot to another and crossing her arms. Several of the fae had gathered in groups and were talking amongst themselves, speculation and accusations flying wildly, hisses under their breath. Absently, she wished she wished she hadn't come so early...the wait was doing nothing to soothe her already frightened mind. Spellbound was a big deal, and part of her wished she could simply go home, repossess her mortal, and hide under the bed. The will o'wisp honestly wished she hadn't been summoned...what did she have to offer to their conversations? She'd been in seclusion for decades. Still, the manner grounds were lovely, from what she'd seen. -
14:53:06 [Ainfean] If the inside was nearly as gorgeous as the outside, the petite fae would probably be swayed to return to her natural alignment once Kylie passed. Nodding in greeting to those who were still arriving, she'd steal her nerves and glamour shoes upon her feet before slipping inside the manner house.
14:57:17 Galen had been passed out in his bed for a majority of the daytime hours, wishing he could have just stayed there well into the night as well but a meeting had been called and it was his obligatory duty blah blah blah. The Full moon had come and gone and his shifting was now under control once more but it had left him completely drained after the fact, hence why he had secluded himself away for the day. The good news was that it was on his turf, even if all Fae were in attendance, and he would at least be able to tolerate the other Fae that would be in attendance. The Bad news is that he would be running into a few with whom he hadn't exactly made friends with, that and his Father would be there to which just further pissed him off. He had been born into the Light Fae's but his own path had lead him to pledge allegiance to the Dark Fae, causing a rift between both Father and Son. Thankfully, with everyone there, none of that mattered tonight. He had got up and showered and needed to pick out something that -14:57:45 [Galen] wasn't his basic streetware since he already knew it would be required, he'd been around for awhile and these things happened on and off. He decided to select a pair of black dress pants, a dress shirt that was a dark crimson in color, almost black as well as a black suit jacket and a black tie to finish it off. It wasn't anything too fancy but it suited the situation well enough and it brought out his dark features even more. It would be about an before others would arrive at the Manor, That he would have arrived, walking the hallways and pacing a bit, still feeling some effects of the night and day before. "Yeah..this is going to be fan-fucking-tastic." He spoke the words to himself but there were a few others milling around in the hallways, away from the main lobby and Ballroom. He began to reflect on the night before, dreading having to deal with any of them tonight but he would be on his best behavior, which for him didn't set to high of a standard. He already had a drink in hand, something like - 14:57:59 [Galen] whiskey but it had a more herb like taste to it, something that would calm his inner beast to be sure no mishaps happened. -e-
15:02:50 [Delaney] Delaney had received the information just as anyone else had and at first, she’d been cautious to respond. Though the indication was clear that she truly had no choice. Perhaps a meeting would be wise; not that she questions the Clans publicly but after last nights disaster she was more than skeptical about things. This whole World was chaotic - she thought living as a human was bad, being Fae was downright trouble. The blame was held entirely by herself, Galen, even Torch had made that clear, but Jessica had been safe in the end, making it home. Del even ensured so by having stopped by the witch’s house that very night. Hopefully Jessica was away from the rest of the Fae world, for good. Little did Delaney know that Jessica would actually receive an invite, though it would appear as if she’s been invited to a party at the school, as if she’d won a scholarship to attend Triskilion for lessons in Magic. The Fae had their way of twisting things around, and Jessica had been a pivotal part of situations --15:03:29 [Delaney] of situations recently. Delaney’s wardrobe was limited. The invitation had stated semi-formal, but aside from her leather jacket and pants, there wasn’t much else she had that would be considered as such and she imagined if she showed up at the Manor dressed as usual, she’d likely be kicked out. It was nothing a little “touch” couldn’t solve however. A quick shop, the gentle caress of the sales person and voila, she had a simple black dress. Cocktail style. It was fashionable that she’d not stand out like a sore thumb, but played upon her natural physique, which was for lack of a better word, perfect. Delaney would dress the part with grace; there could be information on the Blood Stone she was hunting for the Goblin. Beyond that, perhaps something about who her real parents truly were. An hour later, she was leaving her apartment, leather jacket draped over her well-to-do dress, boots rising to her knees as she called for a taxi, heading - Triskilion Manor.
15:06:31 [Dannethion] Like it or not, Jon was a magical creature now--and he was forcing Jon to remain in that form he was to basically teach him that he doesn't need any form, any scientific gadget, or anything else to do good. However, the Shadowseeker Suit was left back at the Lair--for Dannethion prohibited Jon to come in anything other than his fur. Which he made sure was properly groomed and well-kept before they arrived. He was his Son, and by the Dark Gods, he was going to look presentable! He had thrashed the young Clawdragon soundly the evening previous, as he was not one to take being crossed or struck by his own kin lightly. He was the Alpha Male of a pack of daemonic wolves, he had to exert his superiority over the upstarts lest he be contested for his position as Alpha Male. As the three of them entered the Manor he speaks to Evelynne and Jon both, "Mind your manners as if you are in the presence of Royalty, for you are. And I will not hold responsibility for either of you two if you outstep your bounds. In short: 5:06:39 [Dannethion] Behave. That goes especially for you, Jon." he had informed Jon that if he behaved himself for the entirety of the gathering then he would tell Jon his Daemon name--and teach him a new trick. Hoping that was incentive enough for him to stay OUT of trouble! He lead them both into the Hall of Shadows, where he went to lead them both off towards the side--so that he could find a place to seat. Despite the Arch-Daemon's large size, his footsteps were strangely quiet--the only noises he made were from his claws tapping against the floor, unless it was carpetted--in which case he made no noises at all as he moved along. Ah, the blessing of having pads on one's feet. He leaps up onto what appears to be some kind of huge strangely-crafted couch of sorts. It was actually a seat made for quadrupeds, and there was enough room for Jon and Eve to lay next to him. He gestures for Eve to lay down against his side, and for Jon to lay down between his forelegs. Once they were in position, he'd curl his tail around Evelynne
and hold her close--she was special. The first female to have ever gone to his lair, and remained unbroken by the Arch-Daemon's lust. It meant she had his favor. Due to the nature of this event, Dannethion did not have his illusion up on either himself or his son. But on the same token, he made sure that any human that saw him that was not used to Fae; would forget about it within a few short minutes. One of the 'perks' of being an Arch-Daemon, one could say.
15:15:52 [Fenrir] [Well, Jon had been something of an aristocrat when he was in human guise. When dealing with royalty, and with the noted exception that children are best seen and not heard, Jon was very well capable of being civil, polite, and even very charming. However when it came to the Shadowseeker suit... that was a biotechnological advancement that had bonded with Jon's DNA. When he was transformed, the Shadowseeker unit came with it. Removing it forcefully could easily result in Jon's death. It was not something that Dannethion wanted to tamper with without proper preparation and advanced knowledge in the field of biotechnology. The second leading expert aside from Jon was dead. He can't very well do brainsurgery on himself. He did as was instructed, despite the limp. If Delaney was there, or Jessica, they would be greeted by what would seem a smile on the clawdragon pup's face and a wag of his tail like a puppy. but he would not / could not leave his position by his father. Let's not poke the beast with a stick.]
15:18:05 Reilly` stepped into the alley, letting the heavy industrial metal door swing shut behind her. Well, that was laughably easy, she thought as she rolled up the bundle of notes and stuffed it in one of her large pockets. There had not been many people in the place what with it being afternoon still, but she had managed to entice the men into a game of poker and had walked away with most of the winnings. Most because walking away with everything usually ended up with her being accused of cheating, which was true, but that also lead to people trying to knife her and that meant phasing in broad daylight which was not only harder to do but it really caused it to lose a lot of its..oomf. Reilly had walked away with something else as well though. A young man had proffered a small vial when he had run out of cash to bet. Called it Spellbound, some kind of drug no doubt. Curiosity piqued the Fae’s interest and she had obtained it. Her time in Jamaica and South America had led her to try out many of the --15:18:52 Reilly` humans’ ‘herbs’, purely out of curiosity of course for the stuff barely affected her at all. She did find though that those under the affects of such things were much more entertaining than sober ones. To that end she had turned a small fortune over the years selling such things in small but potent doses to select individuals, following them and making them the brunt of her jests. Hallucinogenic were her favourites. She took the small vial and gingerly unscrewed the cap, peeking inside. Small multicoloured crystals glittered merrily under her gaze. She licked a finger and was about to put it to the neck of the vial but then decided against it. She would give it a try when she returned home in the morning, she didn’t know how strong it was and she would rather experiment with dosage later in the safety of her rented apartment. She screwed the cap closed and popped it in her top pants pocket, close to her skin where she could feel it. Well then, her day was still young and there was still the --15:19:07 Reilly` matter of finding the source of all the energy bouncing about. Struggling at first she would eventually find a trial that she was able to follow, latching onto the chaotic energies that she enjoyed so much. And follow it she would, where she would end or how far it would be before she found something she could not say...
15:20:54 JessicaG Jessica and her craft tutor were preparing their altar for their spells casting. Before they started, they ate some cookies and snacks and drink orange juice. Jessica felt much better in the place of her tutor, it was like a familiar place even than her home with her parents. They sat down on the carpet and started to pray and chants, closing their eyes and prepare their protections spell and divination spells.
15:34:28 [Dannethion] Dannethion was proud to have a Son that actually was at least interested in the goings on in matters that were beyond merely the Hunt, the Mate and the Lair. He was going to have to teach Jon the value of the all three later--and have to teach him that he had to stop thinking with his Heart and start using his Brain. His violently emotional state is the main reason that innocents keep dying when he attempts his Vigilante tactics. So by teaching Jon to use his Brain before his Heart, he was also teaching him Patience and the virtue of calculated plans and risks. He also wished that Jon was a tad bit more grateful about the new gifts he was given as a Clawdragon, or maybe was more warmed into it--but alas, even an Arch-Daemon can't have everything he wanted. He curled his crab-claws around his neck and rested them against Jon's body, to hold him in place--as he peers about, taking account of all who were present currently.
15:37:29 Galen downed his first drink within seconds and then went to get another from a cabinet that resided in the hallway, pouring the glass full before he decided he could tolerate the 'mingling' aspect of the night. Frankly, he would rather go, get the meeting done and then get the Hell out do Dodge but he knew it would be a long night, even well before it started. With a heavy sigh, he straightened out his posture, head held high and shoulders squared while holding the glass in one hand and sticking his other hand in his pants pocket. He walked to the door that lead into the lobby, followed by a few other Dark Fae that held lesser, various postions within the Court, himself dubbed the Dark Prince, lead the way inside where he paused off to the side, watching those who had already arrived. He decided against the Hall of Shadows for now, doing his best to smile charmingly and make small talk with his kind mostly, though to give his due, he did mingle with some of the Light Fae as well, as a gesture of respect. -15:37:51 [Galen] After spending some a bit more time in the lobby, he began to move into the Hall of Shadows, drink still in hand as he looked around but it wouldn't be long when he spotted Dannethion and his little troop that laid on the couch with him. It was the thing from last night and he couldn't help but look amused, despite himself, as he approached them. "I see that when they invite everyone, they really do mean Everyone. "-e-
15:38:22 LongShot had decided within five minutes of being in the checkered vehicle that he really didn’t like cabs. Let alone their drivers. He had even begun to formulate a theory that, like himself, all cab drivers were from another universe, given their lack of linguistic comprehension, and utter inability to figure out where the hells they were going. Nearly two hours later, he was exiting, handing several small bills to the increasingly angry driver. “Keep the change.” The gunman mentioned as he closed the door. “There is no change, you ass!” Smiling, LongShot shut the door securely, half ignoring the man. “Then that should tell you something.” Still smiling, he headed towards the houses main door as the cab departed in a squeal of burning tires. Stopping, he cocked his head slightly. Ok, so house wasn’t the best descriptor. Giant, oversized, horrifically designed, facetiously decorated, gaudily trimmed place of residence was a little more accurate. But only a little. Too kind, he felt. Handing the doorman the15:38:43 [LongShot] invitation he had spent half the night deciphering, LongShot simply kept smiling, despite the man’s stares. “I know. I’m early.” Knowing full well that wasn’t the reason for the stare, he stepped inside, adjusting the neon green tie wrapped about his neck, made all the brighter in contrast to the metallic black body-suit he customarily wore, engaged face mask and all. He already knew, call it a feeling, that tonight was going to be a great night.
15:41:04 [Evelynne] gave a curt nod to Jon before settling down with Dannethion. At first she had stiffened but that quickly passed. He'd been right about her being long without her pack. Eve would smell heavily of the forest, but that was more of her nature then anything she actually put on. Settling in was going to take a little time. Anyway, with a meeting about, she was curious to see what she'd never been told or taught about herself. Maybe, the little outcast had finally come home? As per her having manners, she could have them. In fact, it had taken great restraint to get her anywhere nearly civilized at one point only to go feral again. The Devil hadn't been kidding when he'd said she'd truly be on her own. The trust she'd been shown was unexpected and it was something she wasn't in a hurry to lose.