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12:35:49 [BWRP] Summary: Preparations for the Black and White Masquerade were being done - there was a constant cavalcade of people in and out of Trinity Hall over the last few days. From Caterers, designers, decorators, musicians and more. Some were human, others were, of course, Fae. The Building itself was beautiful, but with the adding area of outdoor marquis tents among other patio items, the Ball itself would be both inside and out. Rumors were abound about the evening and how wonderful everyone hoped it would be. It had been many years since a Masque had been held, specifically at Trinity Hall and the Black and White Ball was a tradition of ancient times; Fae traditions that hadn’t been kept during more modern eras. The Morrigan seemed to have cooled down her attempt on starting a war, but most knew that she was biding her time no doubt planning something for the Ball. However, The Ash had made it clearly aware to Peter that he was in fact, in the offensive position this time around - though how things would bode for either===12:36:03 [BWRP] Summary: side was still to be determined. The Sword of Light had been discovered and in the care of Peter, the Phoenix having been given a quick history lesson as to it’s history and his lineage. The Spear of Finias had also been located, the powers of the Four of 13 working as they drew each other together, Peter and his Mate, Penance as perfect example. Boston itself had enjoyed days of normal. The Fall proving to be quite warm thus far, though the shifting of leaves on the trees was every indication the days were getting shorter, the nights longer and the weather cooler. The crisp scent of air wasn’t lost on most, and the hint of Halloween resonated upon the buildings and homes, both old and new alike - though Cops were concerned about Spellbound ending in the goodie bags of children. Their attempt to close in upon the dealer, maker and provider still proving to be difficult and unsolved as of yet. One can only hope it is soon before any more deaths occur. Until then, it was business as usual.. Or so it seemed--12:36:13 [BWRP] Summary: for most Bostonites and their families, as well as for the hidden realm of the Fae.
12:36:40 Hector` happened to be hiking one of the islands near the harbor. http://web.mit.edu/glb-coffee/www/images/Bluehills.jpg For those of you who like visuals. He had his fill of humans for the time being so now it was time to get off on his own for the moment. He had a lot to think about, most notably the issues that had come up since his arrival. Being who and what he was, those sensitive to the supernatural seemed automatically aware of the ancient near deity that is Hector… It wasn’t like he was difficult to find, it seemed anyone remotely interested in finding him could hunt him down with ease. That didn’t bother him though, it was a rare day that someone actually looked for him to harm him, and which those atypical days come, he could hold his own well enough. Hector was indeed notorious but he was infamous for a his peacemaking ability and desire… Unfortunately, keeping the peace requires a surprising amount of brutality and at time hostility… It was a necessary evil however, usually… 12:36:52 Hector` ANYWHO-AND-A-WHAT’S-IT He came to a stop on a rather large stone that jutted out into a rather deep lack near the center of the island. Being the inquisitive bastard he was, he found himself leaning over the edge, looking into the depths with apparent interest.
12:48:56 Delaney had managed to elude Galen after she’d left the Club several nights ago. In fact, she’d been busy tying loose ends that had been necessary. One such item being the return of the Bloodstone to the Goblins. Their situation on one of the Islands just beyond the Harbor, of course in plain sight of humans and yet, they had no idea what they truly were. The Stone had been given to her by Nyx, the assistant to The Ash, who had arranged the item to be returned to Delaney’s hand. It was only right due to the sense Del had made a promise to the Goblins that she’d return the stone to the rightful caretakers once it was found. The Stone would be safe one in the Goblin’s hands - The Morrigan would not be able to gain it’s power to create an mass army of the dead. Del couldn’t help but feel the Dark Queen was likely brooding over such a loss and a keen sense of satisfaction at being the one to have put a hole in those plans. For now, Laney took the time to enjoy the afternoon, the colors shifting from green to a variety -12:49:08 [Delaney] of yellows, reds and browns couldn’t be missed. Finding a beautiful spot that allowed her the opportunity to sit on a small hill of rocks, overlooking the river that ebbed and flowed through the island, she gazed outward, coming to rest as she contemplated passed events. Things were a muddle. A mess but Delaney was a fighter. Giving up wasn’t an option. This whole World may be new to her, but she would find a way to make it work. Or die trying.
13:04:24 Hector` glanced towards the mouth of the river at the edge of the lake. His keen, too sharp, eyes spotted a very familiar person whom he had grown quite curious about. It was a little sad, even given his extensive age, that so many of his actions were run by his inquisitive nature… He was hardly a normal nobleman… He glanced about, looking to see if there was anyone around, humans that is, before he took a step back from the edge of rocks before he dove into the water, before he hit the surface however, his form seemed to shimmer before it abruptly shifted to something more build for cutting through the water. There was something canine like about this form only it was elongated, with a much more powerful tail used for swimming. His body was distinctly blue and keeping up with the mammal like appearance, slick fur covered his whole body. When wet, it plastered smoothly to his body to keep the hydrodynamics still presents much like a seals fur. The ten foot long creature seemed to glide 13:04:48 Hector` beneath the water without so much as needing a breath as he moved down the river until he came to the point where Del found herself where he would turn and head towards the shore. As his powerful forelegs pulled him from the depths along the smooth stones, his hind legs caught the bottom of the riverbed and he simply walked out the rest of the way out of the water. His elongated, dog like snout opened, his tongue lulled out the side of his mouth in a wolfy smile before his body shudder, like a dogs once again, shaking the moisture from his fur before he pranced on over to where Del stood looking over the water. In mid stride, he shifted again, back to his human form. He arched his back and rolled his neck a bit as he dusted his hands off. “Hey there.” He chirped towards Del, offering her a broad smile.
13:18:14 Beatrice~ was dockside after finishing the day up at the parlor and closing shoppe, heading down to the harbor and up to a particular speedboat wich was grey-and-pearl colored with artistic purple flames painted on its sides and engine chassi. Beatrice pulled up her keys thumbing through them on the ring before pulling out the correct key and hopping into the boat and turning the ignition on. After setting the boat loose and the engine revved up Bea turned the vessel off of the dock and rode in nearby at a gas pump and filled the engine with petrol before resuming the ride. Beatrice wouldnt ride too fast as to get in trouble but wanted to have fun with the outing, wearing black jeans and a leather aviator's coat against the cold and slowing the boat down to check out the few beautiful women by the shore or on the dock or the islands.
13:19:55 [Delaney] :lost in her reverie, she was aware of things around her, ultimately but at the same time it was peaceful to just sit and relax for a moment, to take in the scenery around her including that of the water. The late afternoon soon echoed atop the ripples, creating a golden hue that scattered across the surface. The light catching every so often to add a gleam, which was at times so bright she had to squint. Such was the case as Hector would approach. The shifting waters, the subtle innuendos of waves that lapped against the rock surface was enough to cause her to hold her breath, momentarily in preparation of facing something, yet again. Her eyes landed upon the mammal type creature, the color and aura of the creature was beautiful, azure and teal, elegant and aquatic despite the fur she couldn’t help but gaze. Beads of moisture rippled of the creatures back though as it moved toward her location on the rock, the figure changed shape - a familiar shape at that. It was the male from the bar several --13:20:07 [Delaney] nights ago. Hector.. She recalled, not one to forget names and in particular this male for Del had very much felt badly for how things had turned, mainly due to her. Her own azure hues remained fixed on the male however and as he approached, she offered a small wave, somewhat sheepish despite the confidence she bore. Adorned in her black leather jacket under which was a black t-shirt, black pants that fit snug, and matching leather boots - her smooth porcelain skin was radiant against the backdrop and of course, her natural charm and elegance made it difficult for most to ignore. “Hello Hector. Is the water warm?” She questioned curiously, still somewhat bewildered by his previous appearance. “Magnificent coat by the way…”
13:34:23 Hector` moved to take a seat at her side, his motions measures, sure and rather slow before he settled down with a sigh on the large rock Del choose to place herself on. “Hector…” He mused lightly. “Isn’t that the worst name sake you ever heard? Named for a human killed by a Fae, or a gifted human, however you may look at it.” He sighed lightly then, his hands sprawled out behind him as he leaned back on them. “Wonder what name I would have chosen for myself…” He mused lightly, only voicing it aloud so Del could have a part in his thoughts, maybe even offer an opinion. “Chilly actually, I probably would have minded in this form.” He said with a grin, but when she mentioned his coat, he laughed. The sound was as charming and pleasing to the ear as ever. “Well thank you, it’s a shame you didn’t get to feel it. It’s one of my favorites.” He admitted. After all, he had many many forms, including his true form which was rather, frightening, to some. “How are you though? I’ve been anxious about you 13:36:21 Hector` I don’t like the idea of life being unfairly hostile towards you…” He admitted, perhaps she charmed him more then she thought, or perhaps he was just that kind of person. He tilted his head a back a bit, his eyes closed as he basked in the sun for a moment.
13:48:00 Delaney watched as the man came and sat beside her, her eyes turning back to the water due process as she bent her legs at the knees, pulling them into her chest, her arms circling her shins. Fingertips lightly touching each other, her raven strands licked gently at her tapered face, most of it however pulled back into a ponytail that caught the breeze on occasion. The faintest tint of silver blue resonated within her skin, glittery on occasion as it caught the sun. The air was fresh, but cool - the sun however warm and the location itself offered a certain heat that was comfortable and out of any major wind fluctuations. “Hector - sounds like a strong name to me. Then again, I’m not really one to judge. Delaney isn’t all that great and I honestly don’t know if that was what my birth parents gave me, or the human’s who raised me.” She paused, glancing his way momentarily as he basked in the sun. Most knew of her background. It hadn’t been a secret, especially when she had to face trials by the Light and Dark,--13:48:12 [Delaney] before given a chance to chose what Clan. Her discovery it would seem, was well spread through the Fae World. She turned back to the water. “You shouldn’t be anxious about me. Life is what it is. I’m learning to deal.” There was a forced laugh before she continued. “Boston has had it’s moments, but I guess I’m meant to be here. My dreams have spoken as much.” The slightest hesitation in the words gave him an indication she was somewhat unsure about admitting such a thing, but after the night at the Bar and how he’d been understanding and even gentle considering what she had done to him, gave her reason enough to trust him. At least so far. “Do you know anything of the Four of 13?” The question asked of course in reference to the four artifacts of the 13, the Sword, the Spear, The Cauldron and the Stone of Destiny. “I ask because they’ve been brought to my attention as of late, and I can’t help shake the feeling there is some relevance to them.. “
14:34:31 Hector` listened to her carefully even though it wasn’t totally obvious. He always seemed, content, in everything. He stretched his legs out in front of him, working the long tendons and ligaments from the tips of his toes all away to the small of his back. As for his wardrobe, it was appropriate and simple for a human, perhaps a little light for the cool weather. Black slacks and a simple white polo that clung almost snugly to his torso. His eyes opened then and he turned his penetrating gaze on her. “Less than most of our kind really know their parents, your truly included. You’ll find it isn’t much of a disadvantage… You’re thoughts and way of thinking are still surprisingly human.” He observed with a hint of a smirk. “Which is surprisingly charming, or that could be just you, it is terribly difficult to tell with your type.” He almost teased. What broke down his content smirk was her comment about not worrying about her. “I disagree Little One… It isn’t an annoying obligation to show concern for another, 14:34:49 Hector` it is pleasure…” He smirked then. “I’m sure you are well experience in what pleasures are.” Then it was obvious he was playing with her. When the conversation switched to something more academic, he nodded. “The Sword, Spear, Cauldron and Stone, yes, I am well educated in such thing…” From there, he’d go into detail of history behind the items before he’d ask why they were relevant to her.
14:44:50 Delaney caught the teasing elegance in his voice, and any other female may have blushed. Delaney however shrugged in a light manner, for it was true. She was experienced in some things, most of it being a natural way of life for her. The humanity however was still well within the female, being as “young” as she was. “I suppose I’ve yet to be tainted by time.” Her comment given loosely while she brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. The history however fully caught her attention. The Four of 13 and how the 13 artifacts came to light. 13 based on 13 Gods and Goddesses who were the very Firsts of the Fae. Choosing the land to settle millennia’s before humans, though as Humanity had come, being forced to go into hiding. The artifacts based on the Midhir prophecy, which Delaney had not, until now heard of fully. The prophet Midhir who during the time of Gods had prophesized a shift so large it would tear asunder the very realm. IN response, the Gods and Goddesses had created 13 ==14:45:07 [Delaney] had created 13 artifacts in preparation of the prophecy coming to pass. Artifacts to stop or aid when such a time arose. Laney had taken this information in; it was far more than she’d been aware of previously and Hector was kind enough to give her the quick, yet highly informative lesson. The one God who’d been cursed, one of the 13 for his beliefs that man and Fae alike should live together and how his descendants from there on in would be punished for his actions, sought out and killed and only when the prophecy was in motion, would the One - the descendant of the Challenger be able to stop the curse, and invoke the Four of 13 with their death. At that point, forgiveness would be given to the one God and his family would be allowed to return back into the realm of the Fae, if it remains in existence at that time. Del was quiet as she mulled over the words, taking them within. Her face revealing as such as she contemplated what to say in response. “I never realized there was so much history. But = 14:45:20 [Delaney] Prophecies and such - are they true? I mean, how believable can they be? I’ve had a dream with an old Crone who speaks to me, who shows me these objects and that each one is safe. I.. I don’t know why I see them or to what purpose they are. I wonder if it’s meaningful to anyone..”
14:58:55 Galen With everything that had been going on lately, trying to figure out who was involved in dealing Spellbound, constant attacks on Fae and Humans alike and of course, having to tell some one cared about that they could never be together then watching her try to kiss another, dance with others, the last thing he needed to deal with was a Ball. But maybe it would be a brief distraction, at least for one night, as long as he could keep his shifting under control. It would have to be on a Full Moon of all nights. Even though he had made it a point to avoid his Father whenever he could, avoiding Trinity Hall especially, he did have to speak to him and get things straightened out. He hadn't spoken nor seen Delaney since the night at the bar, having lost her when he had gone after her but then again, why did he chase her down to begin with? He had made the decision not to care, or at least not to show he did and yet he was drawn back to her over and over again. Right now he had to focus on other things, and so he -14:59:10 [Galen] had made the trip to Trinity Hall, watching the preparations for the Ball already taking place. He was still pledged to the Dark Fae but he was the son of The Ash and none would question his being there, and people were too busy getting ready that they didn't even bother giving him a second glance as he walked up the stairs and straight inside. The night of the Phoenix's attack, his Father had over stepped himself and had made the bond stronger between them, that was one thing he had to find the answer to. He didn't have to ask around as to where his Father was, the bond was strong and he just to follow it to find him in the conservatory, a green house all of glass, and as he approached, he took a moment to look around but only took a few steps inside before he spoke. "We need to talk." His voice held a bitter edge to it, still caught between his loyalties and the larger bond between himself and his Father. He wore suit, more so out of respect, black in color with a deep blue dress shirt underneath the suit - 14:59:22 [Galen] jacket, bringing out the darker features he held as he waited to be acknowledged by his Father.-e-
15:01:00 Hector` studied her as she took in what he had to say as if they had an impressive significance to her. Well, if it had only been polite concern and curiosity that brought her to his attention before, he was now quite infatuated only not exactly in a love stuck fashion. “If there are events of importance, they will become history or cease to exist to those coming later. Things that are not known, don’t exist. It is the mentality of the living be they human or Fae. If what you say is true, which I am certain it is, then you are far more essential, deserve to be far more cherished than most if not nearly all in this world. Someone from the past speaks to you of these things, and the only reason that comes to mind why this would be is because you are of significant importance to things to come…” He turned a bit towards her, his legs crossing as he moved closer, his knees almost touching her thigh and calf as he leaned towards her, studying her curiously, a small smile coming to him. 15:01:13 Hector` “I think, I will watch over you… Assuming you won’t try to rape me at some point.” He said with grin. “How opposed to that would you be? The watching over part, not so much the sex…”
15:04:37 [BWRP] TheASH: The man was indeed in the conservatory, one of his favorite locations within Trinity Hall. Surrounded by the flora and fauna of species both wild and rare, the warmth of the sun shone through the glass as the tall male with a linebacker stature stood. His white suit clean, crisp and contrasting against his dark, chocolate skin. He felt the presence of his son but it was still a surprise, Galen not having been to the Hall for a considerable amount of time, let alone in the presence of the Clan Leader. “Galen..” He spoke, his voice rich, smooth as he turned to great his son, a hand extended in greeting. “It is good to see you, here. “ His eyes narrowed as he looked over his son, seeing the dark brooding male before him, feeling the sense of confliction among other things within Galen. “What is it you require?” He questioned in response. “Please, just ask.”
15:13:08 Delaney eyes widened toward the male’s words, specifically of rape as she was about to exclaim. Only then to realize he was joking, or at least she thought. “Well, I promise not to do that. There’s not pleasure in that for me. However, I do have skills to ensure I don’t have to succumb to such situations, it’s mutually benefiting for both. Or so I like to think.” She grinned though for a brief moment her eyes lost their shine, her thoughts shifting to the man she’d recently opened her heart to - a mistake it would seem, but one that had happened all the same. Brushing it aside as best she could she cleared her voice, her gaze turning back to Hector as he mentioned watching over her, that sense of space for a moment being intruded upon, though it was soon forgotten as she mulled his words further. “I think there is something. The Morrigan wants me dead. That much is obvious. She knows something that I don’t. Or, she just generally doesn’t like me. “ There was a pause once more before she continued. “I would --15:13:21 [Delaney] very much love to read this Prophecy however. If such a text even exists anymore.” She stopped, then turned to watch the water once more, the ripples hypnotic in their motion. “This is a common prophecy though? All would be aware of it? At least Fae?” She wondered what Galen hadn’t told her. If he was hiding something from her. “I suppose it’s okay to watch over me. I tend to get into trouble often. More often than not lately. Anyhow, why would you want to? What‘s in it for you, Hector? ”
15:13:12 Galen Contrasting indeed, his Father and himself standing there, true Light and Dark but he didn't take his Father's hand, instead he looked at it for a moment then turned his gaze to his Fathers face. "No he hadn't stepped foot in this place in a long time, for good reason but he smirked faintly as he spoke. "Don't get use to it. The next and final time you'll see me here will be at the Ball and that's only because I have to be. " He took a few more steps inside, gaze averted away from him while he looked over the plants, feeling the warmth of the room, even if it was cooler outside. He had made a choice so long ago and it was something he had to remember. He was of the Dark Fae. "Why did you do it?" Words spoken, he turned around to face his Father, hands clasped behind his back, his face remaining stoic, eyes cold. "I'm not on your side, I haven't been for a very long time and yet, not only did you help your little Light Fae but me as well? Why? You created a bond stronger than before. I need to know why?" -15:13:20 [Galen] His voice had a slight angry tone as he finished his sentence, his gaze never faltering from its position on his Fathers face.-e-
15:18:52 [BWRP] TheASH: The Ash seemed resigned by his son’s attitude, expelled in a sigh. “Galen, I don’t know why you fight me so much. I may not agree with your decision. Feel let down by it, but you are still my son. Blood first and foremost.” He stopped, moving toward a particular orchid that was white, smooth with the strange scent of vanilla that was released by the way his large index finger and thumb rubbed the petal. “And that is why I helped. There will always be a bond between us. Regardless of what I do. My actions just emphasized it. Why would I not help my Son? You stood up against The Morrigan. You cared enough to help others, even humans. I thought..” he stopped momentarily before he turned to Galen once more. “I thought perhaps you’d had a change of heart. Were you doing it for others, yourself or the young Succubus..?
15:29:07 Galen would have remained in a distant mood in front of his Father, had a touchy subject not have been brought up. He understood why he'd help his Son but it had pissed him off, he would have healed eventually but then he wouldn't been able to help. With a sigh of his own, he looked away from him, pacing back and forth within the enclosed green house. "It's none of your concern why I did what I did and until I am told otherwise, I will still serve The Morrigan." Though it was a lie and he knew it, he had betrayed her but in retrospect, she'd betrayed him too, did that cancel things out? He stopped pacing long enough to stop in front of his Father, his nose wrinkling a bit at the scent of the orchid. "And as far as the Succubus goes, it doesn't matter. I stood up for her, to look after her in this world while she's here and not in training." His voice now sounded bitter again, but this time it wasn't because of his Father, just thinking of her being hurt left him rattled inside. "Do you remember that? I said I -15:29:24 [Galen] would and that is why I did what I did. She is no good to me dead, and I believe she hs something to do with the drug. I will find out." If he could keep tabs on her, she had avoided him for the last few days. "I don't care about her, not like that." He knew there was a bond between him and his Father, that his words would be clear lies but he still said them, it somehow made it seem true. -e-
15:32:23 Hector` studied, as he always seemed to do. He got the most out of things by just watching, including when it came to people. Their faces and mannerisms told much more than their words… His head tilted to the side in a rather feline, or perhaps birdlike way when she asked about the actually original prophesy. I don’t believe there is such a thing as an original copy… There are old copies, and even older in the minds of Fae… If you like, I can make decent use of my old mind and write it out for you if I cannot find you a copy somewhere in the area. As for being widely known… That is more difficult to say. The sources are out there but much like the humans, Fae had grown to rely more on the ability to research rather than learning and keeping their words in their mind… So, an easy answer is, they are likely after you for the same reason I want to be there to keep them from you… There is the possibility you are an intricate person to the prophecy.” He told her, worried his words light frighten her. 15:32:38 Hector` His hand extended towards her, taking it lightly in his grasp, pulling it lightly from her legs as his eyes fell to her fingers. He opened his hand under hers, his other hand would flatten hers against his palm as his careful fingers traced along her flesh carefully. His eyes didn’t lift from her hand as he spoke. “There are several reason why I would want to watch over you… Most notable, your possible significance to prophecy. Most truthful would be, you’ve captured a portion of myself, enough that I am rather opposed to your troubles. Which, is not an easy thing to do Delaney.” His eyes returned towards her, a curious look crossing him. “So, what would I gain? Nothing. Actually, I only expect to sacrifice in the endeavor, but, that is something you should not concern yourself over.”
15:41:32 BWRP TheASH: eyed his son, shaking his head after hearing Galen’s words. “Galen, you forget - I know when you are lying. I also know when you are hurting. Your allegiances are your own choice, much to my dislike but you are still of my blood.” He turned away from the flower to face the younger man completely, his eyes locking with those of his son. Dark meeting dark. “The woman - you stood up for her and you tried to protect her. I know you care about her.” He inched closer as he shook his head sadly. “Trick was right though. And trust us when we say it is for the best.” He paused, letting out another sigh. “I feel you will be hurt. She is here for a reason. One that cannot be changed. You cannot stop what is already in motion Galen. There is much going on beyond this.” He motioned to the conservatory and Trinity Hall. “You are charged with keeping her safe but only til the time comes. You know of the Prophecy, Galen. You know what is to come. Your heart, your wants - you can succumb to them but in the end, you will ==15:41:50 [BWRP] TheASH: hurt for there is nothing you can do to stop what is happening.Though, I must ask. Do you love her?”
15:49:37 Delaney found herself intrigued by the man beside her as she listened further to his words of the prophecy. Though, she brushed aside her importance in it as she scoffed slightly. “What I’ve seen since my arrival in Boston and discovering that I am Fae is war, hurt, pain and sacrifice. I was given a choice and I chose the side of Humans. They are the underdogs in this. The Fae are powerful, but the humans could stand to benefit from us further if we helped them more. Maybe it’s my upbringing, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s not so much the Prophecy that the curtain between the Worlds will rip apart, but more so just making both Clans aware that having two sides doesn’t seem to be working. Maybe, like the God who cannot be named, he wasn’t so wrong. The Morrigan fights for her own selfish reasons and the Light, forgive me, seem to only believe in the elite, the pure - but no one can be so pure and clean of any sin.” She shook her head, her ponytail swishing lightly as she moved to stand, stretching her form catlike, ==15:49:48 [Delaney] rolling her shoulders then raising her eyes skyward, watching several birds fly overhead. “Most think of me as a creature of lust. While that is so, there is much more to me than that. It makes me happy to know there is someone who may see that in me.” She was referring to Hector, of course. “So yes, you can watch over me only if I may do the same for you as friends would do.” Her arm shifted as she extended her hand his way. “I promise not to kiss you without your permission.” She grinning impishly, letting him know he doesn’t need to shy from a handshake.
15:53:10 Galen was not so keen in being known so well by his Father, wishing he could just keep his thoughts and feelings his own but in truth, it wasn't possible around him and that much he was painfully aware of. He also wished he didn't look at him that way, with sympathy in his eyes. It wasn't fair, the one time he had opened himself up and let himself feel for another and it ended up like this. He knew what was to come and even he couldn't deny that things had begun, the Prophecy has been put into place and nothing could stop it now that it had been started. He knew his place as well but it still stop the fact he did care. As his Father asked such a personal question, he looked away, angered by the whole situation. "What if I did love her? What difference does it make in the end? If I have to kill her, watch her die? Look, I don't need a shrink session. You said yourself that nothing can stop what's been put into place." And then a thought came to mind, something drastic but it would see himself the pain and then -15:53:47 [Galen] what of the Prophecy? If he was the one to kill her, then what if he just ended his own life? He entertained the thought but he turned back to his Father. "You already know the answer, don't you? Yes, I do. But it doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does." -e-
15:59:56 [BWRP] TheASH: The Ash wanted to tell his son so much more, but he couldn’t for even he wasn’t certain of the truth entirely. “Prophecies are often misread and misunderstood. We can only go by the knowledge of our forefathers, of our lineage to try and understand what is to happen. Would that I could tell you that it would make a difference.” He moved to place his hand upon his son’s shoulder. “You are pivotal in this Galen. You hold a destiny within your hand, so everything you do, does have meaning. But Delaney will have a choice. One she has to face and make consciously. I would not see you hurt, but if you love her. If you care, you can help her when that time comes. You can support her in that decision even though it may pain you more than you think you can handle. If what we believe is true, everything will change. Delaney is the key to that. Delaney will have to choose between her life and all others..” The Ash looked saddened by this. “She is the key to the Four, Galen. Her blood is the blood that will--16:00:08 [BWRP] TheASH: the Four when the World is at an end. If she cannot make that decision. You will be faced with the choice to end it for her..”
16:01:54 Hector` let her have her say, her own thoughts on everything that had taken place. His eyes were downcast as he considered them and a smile came to him when she mentioned her thoughts on the two sides. “I’m not an idealist Delaney… I am aware of the faults of my court but it is the lesser of two evils, terrible saying that it is, it is the only one that comes to mind that remotely gets my point across.” He said, he remained where he was and I assume she took her hand away from his when she got up? He really wasn’t that shy when it came to personal contact. Sure, he’d frown a bit when she did so but he fallowed after her soon after, arching his back and breaking his gaze from her to looked towards the stun as it fell beyond the horizon. When she made her stipulation, he shook his head a bit. “There can be friendship between us, I am not opposed to any sort of companionship, but, let’s leave the protection to me… To have you die for me, would be, unbearable.” He said, his hand taking hers as he smiled again, 16:02:06 Hector` mostly at her comment about kissing him. “You have my permission to do whatever you wish, I reserve the right to decline however.” He said with a chuckle as his hands closed about her. “Feel free to seek me for any reason, at any time.”
16:10:53 Delaney chuckled to the man’s words and actions. He was, aside from Galen one of the more friendliest Fae she’d come across till this point. Even after meeting The Ash, she felt that Hector was much more attuned to her on some level and she dared say she trusted the male’s words. One she could count on. Unlike Galen who had turned his back on her. Or at least it was how she felt. “That I shall, Hector. I’m very glad our path’s have crossed. I have very few friends as it is. Those I’ve ever gotten close to before end up dead. “ (or they lied to begin with..) though she kept the thought to herself. “I’ll trust you however. I believe I can. Thank you for the information and knowledge you shared with me. Its definitely a help though I can’t say I’m really further ahead in terms of the why and such.” She smiled brightly, then shrugged. “But I suppose that’s part of what life is, human or fae.” A slight pivot, she turned upon the rock before glancing toward the City of Boston, the sun now setting on the horizon ==16:11:09 [Delaney] behind her casting a orange hue over the skyline. “I do have to head back however and I, for one cannot swim as you. Are you heading back to the City?”
16:14:44 Galen The words were heard but they went in one ear and out the other, having been sick and tired of hearing about Prophecy's, changes and lives lost. The grip on his shoulder, though not one that made him stay against his will, did keep him grounded for a moment. "In my opinion, many things are lost in translation. So, Father. I will be the good little pawn, as I have always been and do my duty at the time it is needed. I will put those walls up around me, as I have done so many times before and I will shut myself off, to do the will of others." His voice was laced with bitterness, his eyes cold and empty. "Nothing else I can do but wait and put off anything for myself. Figures and it's kind of ironic, isn't it? The first time I feel anything, and it'll end up in tragedy." For an instant, he looked sad as he looked upon his Father. "Everyone is placed on this Earth for a reason, HUman and Fae alike, it's a shame my purpose sucks." He took a step back from him and turned his gaze away from him, walking over-16:15:15 [Galen] toward a plant he hadn't seen before, the scent was appealing as he reached out to take leaf between his fingers. "I wanted you to know that I didn't pick the Dark Fae to spite you. I was more afraid to be Light and end up doing something more to disgrace you, since that dark streak grew more inside of me."-e-
16:21:38 Hector` seemed to be doing a lot of listening, but Del had a lot to say so it was to be expected, like she said, she had very few people she could speak with. “Well, lucky for you, I enjoy the company of interesting people and you sure as hell are one of the more interesting people I have ever had the pressure to meet.” He said, winking towards her before he turned his eyes towards the water when she mentioned swimming. “I could head back to the city, yes…” He mused lightly before he glanced over his shoulder towards her. “I swam here though… I’d offer you a ride, but the only seat I’d have would be a rather wet one.” He said with a chuckle, speaking of her riding on his back in that particular form he had taken to get to the islands in the first place. “Did you charter a seat on a boat to get you here?” He asked, his brow furrowed, he wasn’t aware of there being a bridge.
16:24:45 [BWRP] TheASH: The Ash did feel his son’s pain, no matter what their differences were. “Galen.. Galen, that isn’t true. Your purpose isn’t a shameful one, nor does it suck as you say!” He moved, coming to stand behind the younger Fae. “You have to understand, You are Destiny, Galen. You. That is perhaps the most important thing of all. You are chosen because you are strong. Because of the blood in you. Because you stood up to your birthright and followed your own path. Your own choice.” The Ash didn’t like the dark streak within Galen, it was more so worse in Lian but there wasn’t anything The Ash could do without twisting fate and that was something he’d not do, despite the power of being able. “It hurts, yes but you cannot be selfish in this. What you chose will effect the entire Fae realm, even the humans at that. You didn’t ask for this power, this gift, but neither did Delaney. She is .. Will be paying a price for what her ancestor did at the time of Fae. Fact is, her ancestor wasn’t all that wrong. He was --16:25:01 [BWRP] TheASH: perhaps wise for his years and time. Delaney doesn’t have a choice in this either. But.. She cannot know. You cannot tell her. This is what she has to do on her own.” The Ash stayed for a moment before turning away. “I know your reasons for doing what you did. I respect that, Galen. Don’t like it. Still feel you are more suited to the Light but..” he shrugged. “Eithe way Galen, you know the truth now. Probably more than I should have said. How you act, how you respond, and what you do with it is entirely up to you. Just as it always was and always will be.
16:26:05 [The_Nightmare] And so darkness began to fall as the sun slithers down beyond the horizon. Deep within the abode of The Morrigan's Manor, within a locked room that had no windows--no doors, and no physical method of entry--a beast was beginning to stir. Slowly four glowing purple eyes resonated within the darkness. As he pushed himself to his feet, he could feel his stomach lurching--as the beast felt a bubble surging up as his great jaws opened. Belching out as the bones of multiple humanoids were seen flying out of his gullet and clattering around his lair. Falling to the floor as his four-way jaws began to close as his tongue slithers up and into his jaws. He stretched like a feline and then...he was gone. He was not given any tasks by his Mistress for tonight--so the beast was merely going to roam around Boston whilst inside of the Shadow Realm--observing those he felt were most likely to accept his appearance. However, during his wanderings of finding such creatures--he came upon two outside of the city limits.
16:35:15 Delaney nodded her head to the question of her arrival on the island. “You could say that. I have to return something to it’s rightful owners and they had arranged transportation for me. It’s just on the other side of the island, waiting for me for when I’m done. Care not to get wet?” She grinned, motioning toward the location of the boat the Goblin’s had arranged, much akin to a ferry. “So what it is you like to do, Hector?” She’d question, assuming he walked with her toward the docked boat. “And the woman at the bar the other night.. She is a close friend of yours? She looks vaguely familiar but I was sort of seeing a green-eyed monster that night so I didn’t quite get the appropriate look.” The question though brought back thoughts of Galen and his name echoed in her mind, a thought he himself may pick up due to the connection they’d made, one Del had thought would be unbreakable but one Galen had proven to show otherwise.
16:39:00 Galen let the leaf go as he listened to his Father's words, each one of them hitting hard as he shut his eyes for a moment. It wasn't about him or his happiness, it was about the rest, the Fae and the Humans. Delaney didn't have much choice in the matter, they were all linked together but it didn't help how he felt about her. He nodded his head slowly, opening his eyes and turning back around. "Anything I know will not be divulged to her." And he meant it. Not that he had even seen her enough to say anything to her but he would keep his word and the knowledge he had would remain his own. "I'm not suited for the Light, as much as you may think so." With a shrug, he turned to walk out of the conservatory but he paused to look at his Father. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." He didn't elaborate on his apology as he turned back around and made his way out of Trinity Hall. He had work to do back at the office but he didn't want to back there quite yet, instead he decided to go to the Cork and tie a few on so he -16:39:16 [Galen] could momentarily forget about his whole situation.-e-
16:45:06 [BWRP] TheASH: The Ash shook his head just after Galen had left, his eyes remaining upon the scene long after he’d left. Moments later, he left the Conservatory on the whole, feeling the weight that Galen had upon his shoulders as Nyx appeared. “If only he’d remember the Stone. He’s got the gift. It will be up to him but I don’t think he realizes it yet. I mentioned destiny several times.” The elder male kept his eyes on Nyx. “How are the preparations coming for the ball?” He questioned and together they went off discussing things..
16:48:07 [The_Nightmare] Galen was likely aware of the other Dark Prince that The Morrigan had only recently taken into her clan. The human-turned-fae was a creature that was often alone. After all, whenever he appeared most Fae tended to avoid him--it was the downside of his new 'gift'. But this gift was more like a curse, "You look troubled." came a young voice from around Galen as Wesley emerged from the shadows nearby. He was right outside of the Cork when he emerged, so if Galen continued to go inside--he'd follow him within. Of course people would likely give him widened-eye looks...but not much he could do to anyone in there. Besides, he only ate troublesome Fae--and The Ash couldn't interfere because these were Fae that were proven to be trying to break the Veil and breaking the Laws both The Ash and The Morrigan had appointed--and his prey were mostly Dark Clan members who broke the Laws anyway!
16:48:51 Delaney and Hector moved toward the boat, the distant rumbling of the engine alerting her to it’s exact location as they would board. Idle conversation would find them both, passing conversations on the Prophecy and Hector’s knowledge due to his age. He was a veritable resource, one she was beginning to realize that could come in very handy and by the time they’d reached the shoreline in Boston she felt even more secure in her choice of friendship with the Elder Fae. Parting ways however, she watched as Hector would head off to deal with issues and items that he’d put off thus far, while Delaney headed toward the Cork, her daytime outing having given her a fresh perspective on things.
16:58:55 Galen had shoved his hands in his pockets and walked down the street toward the Cork while the meeting with his Father had been replayed in his mind. All this talk of destiny and what had to be done, the Stone hadn't come to mind as his mind was on other things, blinded by emotions. His gaze was focused in front of him, looking through people as they walked by but two things happened that caused him to stop just outside the Cork. First, he felt something stir inside of him, a feeling that was familiar and he even found himself looking around to see if Delaney was nearby, but he didn't find her. The other thing was a voice, this one he knew well enough and he glanced over in Wesley's direction. "I'm perfectly fine." HIs words were clipped with a sarcastic tone but he gave a shrug and made his way inside, walking toward the bar and if he followed him all the way to the bar, he would turn to look at him after ordering two glasses of Whiskey. "And what brings you out tonight?" -16:58:58 [Galen] Though he wasn't so sure he wanted to know.-e-
17:07:24 Delaney would be found just outside the bar, having walked from the Harbor to the Cork, coming to a stop at the door. Adjusting her pony tail, she contemplated the words Hector had spoken to her about, in particular the Prophecy. Could it be she had a part to play in all of this or was it just random, nonsense? She most certainly wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things, the role she had now was more of a pain than anything else. Shrugging it off, she pushed the door, entering into Fae Elysium, the smell of alcohol, smoke and ale assuaging her nostrils immediately. There was a small crowd this evening, though the night was still early, the Pub itself much more of a sit down and talk atmosphere as opposed to the Club she’d visited several nights ago. It was only then she thought of the possibility of Galen being here. Instinctively part of her was almost running to the male to tell him what she’d learned of the Midhir Prophecy. The man had shared her dream so it had become something of a focus between the==17:07:57 [Delaney] two. Only then the reality of the situation kicked in. There was no finding Galen. At least there shouldn’t be but she was still essentially going to have to work with him at some point. The thought became all to real as she neared the bar, seeing him there with another male.. A hideous creature if ever there was one. Del opted to head to the pool table instead and before long, was playing a game of pool, alone.
17:10:38 [The_Nightmare] Wesley padded in after Galen as he closed the door behind him. He got up onto his hindlegs though he was grateful for the fact that the Cork was designed to compensate for extremely tall creatures such as himself--as he came up to the bar he sat down onto a stool next to Galen as he curls his tail around the stool, "Assimilating my existance, as always. She hasn't given me anything to do tonight, so I'm free to intermingle for once. She's been keeping me very busy as of late." he orders himself a glass of A&W Root Beer--he hated alcohol and he wasn't of the age to actually drink irregardless. Not alot of people agreed with how the Morrigan had taken a traumatized boy and mutated him into a Fae with her powers--but then again, not alot of people knew the truth about his creation. He lifted his right hand and looked it over and returned it to the counter, "Are you sure everything's fine? You look depressed or upset."
17:12:25 Jade was brushing up on her Organic Chemistry, but there was little that she didn't remember. She was actually looking over some of the other books she had, her own collections that she had made wiht her own experiments and investigations. Her eyes turned toward the door as she noted out the window that it was getting late. Often, she had the bad fortune of forgetting to keep track of time, but what was time for people whom lived for so long? Not even a ripple in the constant river of the universe. At that time, her stomach started to grumble and she decided that perhaps, it was time to get something that would enfuse her body with nutrients to keep going throught the rest of the day, at least something more than fruit and water. Anywho, she got ready, pencil skirt, chiffon blue blouse, and some flats. She might just go to a nice restaurant and get some actually good food, as opposed to some crappy fast food.
17:20:32 Galen Two glasses half filled with amber liquid, were placed on counter in front of Galen as he listened to WEsley speak. His presence didn't disturb him but his creation had. Before he spoke, he took one of the glasses and downed it in a few swallows then picked up the second and turned to look over at him. The Morrigan had been quiet lately, had word not even got to her about his actions? Or did she know all along? Either way, he didn't care at the moment as he tried to reassure him that nothing was wrong. "I'm always brooding and moody, that shouldn't come as a surprise to you, Wesley." That stirring was back and stronger than ever and this time, when he looked around, he did catch sight of Delaney, now at a pool table playing by herself. Like that would last long, no doubt someone would saddle themselves up to her and.He shook his head and looked back to Wesley as he downed the second glass of Whiskey. Did she know her part? Did she knew just how involved in all of this she was? He knew a lot and he -17:20:35 [Galen] couldn't tell her anything about it, not that it mattered. He had made his position clear to her. "So the Morrigan has been quiet, huh? That's very unlike her." He turned his head and raised a hand to order up too more drinks.-e-
17:27:30 [The_Nightmare] "I'm the one who should be moody and brooding, Galen. I have more than a few good reasons of why." he sighed and shook his head. Bringing up his glass as he took a drink of his root beer. After a moment he put it down onto the counter and noticed that Galen's eyes were trailed elsewhere--he turns his head and peers off towards the female. He knew her. All within the Dark Court knew her, "So that's her, then? Delaney? The one that the Morrigan hates so much? Don't see why. She looks like a nice enough person." he glances back over at Galen now however, "Yeah, quiet. Ever since that one night when the Phoenix came into the Manor, she's been absent--locked herself in her chambers, ordered everyone to leave her alone and not to bother her--I can't even feel her anymore, if that's any consolation. I don't know what's got her so riled up, and it...worries me, a little." it wasn't a secret amongst the Dark Royalty that Wesley's life was tied to the Morrigan. They didn't know what would happen if she died whilst 17:27:39 [The_Nightmare] Wesley was housing a portion of her essence--would he die too? Or become human again? Or would she simply inhabit his body and try to take him over? These were all bad things, except for the second one--but Wesley has been in this body for so long, he wouldn't be able to live a normal life again even if he WAS returned to human shape, "But the last thing I remember is hearing her screaming at the top of her lungs, cursing some guy called 'Peter'."
17:30:21 Delaney noted others within the Cork, nodded a brief hello to most of them. A small smile here, a wink there - she maneuvered around the pool table with ease arranging the balls and then preparing to cue off. The cue within her hand as she leaned over, though finding her jacket to get it the way, it was removed, leaving her in a tee-shirt and dark pants, leather boots that rose to her knees. Reassuming her position, she shot though the ball was hit too hard, causing it to hit the others then bounce of the table, rolling onto the ground with a thud that was lost in idle conversation around her. “Goddamn it..” she mouthed before giving up on pool altogether. What the hell was she doing? She was grown up. She could handle this situation. Just because he didn’t want to be with her.. Seconds later she was moving to the bar, opting to take a seat just across from Galen and the other Dark Prince, before ordering a drink. A shot of whiskey ordered, she’d raise it toward the two in a silent salute before taking a drink.
17:39:32 Galen had to agree that Wesley did have much more to be brooding over, given his situation but the thought of the Morrigan being quiet, locked in her own chambers and now Wesley couldn't feel her, this was all unnerving. The name Peter, stuck in his mind, the Phoenix? What did she have to do with him still? Did he deny her completely after all? Two more drinks were set down in front of him, one hand already on one of the glasses as he tensed at the mention of Delaney but he played it off as if he didn't care. "Yeah, that's her. A big pain in the ass." Just play it off as if you could care less, she shouldn't mean anything to you.. It was then he saw her out of the corner of his eye, sitting down and thinking nothing of it. He watched her, then downed the third glass after saluting her back. He set the glass down hard, almost hard enough to crack the glass but he couldn't' resist some sort of comment in her direction. "Makes it hard to watch over you when you're going out of your way to avoid me." He -17:39:48 [Galen] gave her a sideway glance then looked to Wesley. "I'm sure the Morrigan will get over whatever it was. I suppose I should have a discussion with her, sooner than later."-e-
17:43:08 Jade ended up going to the Cork. Why did she end up going to that place so much? She wasn't sure, but she had the sneaking suspecion it was because she really liked their beer, and well, she liked how many Fae gathered there without having to deal with politics. She stood out , in front of the door for a few moments, seeing people go in and out before she actually went in there. Her eyes swept the rplace before she went to the bar and asked for a beer. A well, wasn't she coming off as a lush. Well, whatever, her eyes located Galen. Wow, was she in the lack of friends it seemed since she was forced to crash people's parties. She asked for a couple more beers and headed to Galen's and the other gentleman's, his companion it seemed, way. "Hello gentleman. Hope you don't mind a poor doctor joining you?" She sideglanced at the pretty girl who made Galen moody. "Oh, still think you don't what she does then?" She smiled. The little playful side of her coming out to play.
17:46:55 [The_Nightmare] Wesley glances at Delaney--he noticed her curves and her scent was lovely. But the beast couldn't feel lust, couldn't feel the desire to mate--or love; the Morrigan had made sure of that. She had made him only feel hunger or calm. He could actually control when he got hungry or not, depending upon his mood. Wesley was a Shadow Beast--a human that was infused with the Morrigan's shadow power and converted into a Fae, typically against their will and made as her assassins. Whilst there were many Shadow Beasts all over the world acting on the Morrigan's behalf, Wesley was the strongest one in Boston--and the only one. He took another drink from his root beer and raised his glass to Delaney in a friendly gesture. He then places his glass down and glances back at Galen, "You won't be able to see her--she won't see me, and I'm a Dark Prince just like you. What makes you think you'll be able to get in to see her?" and then Jade came by as he shrugged, "As long as you don't mind sitting to an aberattion of shadow and17:47:05 [The_Nightmare] flesh, I don't mind." and then he glances at Delaney then he averts his gaze and towards his root beer. Galen knew that Wesley only looked at the majority of people as prey--because that's how the Morrigan remade him. He just tended to hide it alot with trying to be friendly. He braces one elbow on the counter as he places his palm against his cheek as he heaved out a deep sigh, he wasn't happy with his lot in life.
17:54:18 Delaney arched a brow to the words Galen threw her way, seeming confused for just a moment before she responded in return. “That so? You gave up that job. I thought we were clear on that.” She responded, speaking his very words in response, clearly showing she was affected by them, all the while she was trying not to be. Another drink was taken, the glass to her lips as she sipped it slowly, allowing the amber liquid to flow down her throat, swallowing it with ease. The natural charm she basked within was enough to cause attention as usual, but there was also something else - a light that seemed to resonate from her as she sat within the glow of an overhead bulb, catching the eye of even The Morrigan‘s creation. Though it was likely as food than anything else. She had caught Wesley looking several times which made her slightly uncomfortable. Jade arrived shortly thereafter; the woman from the previous night opting to sit with the males. Quite the little foursome, weren’t they? Regardless, Delaney--17:54:27 [Delaney] Delaney spoke. “So any news on the drug yet? Spellbound?” She questioned, all knew of it, of course.