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Big Swilla gives Xerxia a friendly grin, which looks more menacing than anything else due to his rows of sharp teeth. "Hey, things are aight. Nice dress you got there." The large reptilian man looks down at the Fairest, taking a moment to appreciate the outfit. "Hopefully things go smoothly this time," he says in reference to the confrontation he had with Rust during last season's coronation. "How you been?"
The Draconic pads into the room and immideatly jumps into the air with a loud "Yeep!" Hunkering down a bit on landing he cranes his neck around the room in a general apology, "Cold floor." His clawed toes click on ice as he makes his way furthur into the room.
Just becaused he wasn't Pledged to the Freehold didn't mean he wasn't supportive of it. That, and of all the Monarchs he'd met, Katarin had seemed the most pleasent. If it was her turn to shine, well, he'd show up for her.
Winter wasn't Otto's favorite season. More accurately it was his least of favorite of the season courts. They fed on human misery, what more needed to be said? But he missed the last coronation and figured it was best he didn't miss two in a row.
Arriving at the 4Seasons, he gave Mr. Bates smile and "Heya." before entering the throne room. He was glad the weather outside the hotel had been cold and had forced him to wear a jacket, because he had not anticipated the room to be freezing. Changeling events were always weird when it came to dress. You could have a King in swim trunks and a no-body in a tux in the same room. For Otto, he went more causal; fleece lined jacket, white-tshirt and khaki pants.
"Its colder than a witch's titty in a brass bra doing push-ups in the snow." He muttered as he walked pass Rook and Caster, being sure to give the Summer King a nod of his head before he ordered a beer and coffee from the bartender. Once fortified with his favorite beverage combo, Otto took stock who all was in the room. A number he knew but didn't really feel like talking to. The newbies seemed interesting but weird. Well weird to a self loathing changeling at least. The new spring blond in the gaudy dress did catch his eye. He couldn't remember her name but someone had mentioned her.
Catching Regina's eye, Otto waves her over.
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Rust's Mask Is Hardened, Glamour Spent
Rust steps into the court room wearing a fitted suit of black his rust colored hair tied back with a crimson ribbon. For the first time he entered cornation independently. It felt good.
Forever he was of the Summer Court. And though he still is Summer's Champion in his soul. He is not his Brother's dog. At worst he meets everyone's expectations.
Tonight is a night for sorrows. Rust has a few. And tonight he leaves them behind without the remorse that hides the Onyx Court so well from it's own potential. Rust steps away from the trail Spartan blazes, ignoring the King's new appearance.
Instead he walks toward Swilla and Xerxia. Upright, confident, and respectful. Tonigh is also for Joy. If those here are willing to see it.
"Swilla. I wronged you three months back." He says as he draws close. "Time has passed since then. I hope you forgive my slight and ignorance. I meant no harm to your honor." Rust nods to Xerxia as a formality.
May blood deepen the red of her dress further some day for her treachery. Not all slights are innocent nor so easily forgivable. Turning back to Swilla. "If not, then I regret my actions as they spurned you and your court. I accept my debt if it brings you peace." An aching doubt. How would the Beast react? Katrin once warned of Swilla's temper, his lack of control. Rust has seen evidence to the contrary, but does he really know the Winter as well the Frozen Queen? Can he ever just assume? Neil said Rust's biggest problem lay in his assumptions. Glancing at Sara from the corner of his eye, how much has he assumed all along? How much does he assume even now?
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A bright smile instantly covers a flash of doubt and Yui spreads his arms wide at Al's presence. "Heya Al! I'm great, I'm great... Aren't you cold?" The Ferret steps back, grabbing his own jacket closer to emphasis even he was bundled warm. "Oh! Here." Yui reaches into a pocket and pulls out a wrapped rectangular present roughly the size and shape of a Hershey Bar. Because that is exactly what it is. "Merry Christmas."
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Tally wouldn't miss this coronation as she's been to summer one and the autumn, which makes two out of the three coronations of 2011 and with this one, that will be three out of four. She shows up wearing a red sweater with a design of a large white snowflake with mini ones about it on both the front and back while she is also wearing a pair of white sweat pants. The Hunterheart expects that there will be a chill in the room given the season that is coming up.
Tally slowly takes in the various faces as she heads for the buffet, more out of some place to head to then because she is hungry. She is rather pleased to see Yui and Al-Aldin among the Changelings that showed up. Getting to the buffet, she mostly just fills up a cup with Hot Chocolate. The smell of it brings forth pleasant memories of her family celebrating Christmas before she found herself in the form of a canine running with her first pack. Maybe I should head back to the town to put some flowers on the graves of my parents? She wonders to herself as she drifts away from the buffet with her cup of Hot Chocolate.
She did wonder if she shouldn't drift towards Al-Adin to see how the Swiftrunner is doing since she last saw him.
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Magnus enters the room at a clipped pace, carrying a large, hand-made, pine crate with a symbol of a "W" and snowflakes burned into the wood like a maker's mark. He heads directly for the drink and buffet table with his burden. He is dressed in heavy jeans and a flannel shirt for the season along with solid boots suitable for the vinyard or the winery. The fact that he has not been involved in the courts or any of Lost society for the three years he has been in Sacramento doesn't even seem to register to him as he strides across the room.
He approaches the buffet's mistress and sets the crate down with the clear clinking of bottles within. He nods his head with respect to the Ogress. To him, at least, it is obvious the crate belongs here. He straightens and stretches his back. It is the oldest time of the year and he can feel the cold coming in his joints. He runs a red-stained hand through his snow-white beard and scratches his chin. He then glances at the Summer King and inclines his head.
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"Thank you!" Another hug, not quite bone-crushing, but as solid as a a granite slab. He can't resist opening it and taking a big bite. "Its not that cold when you run a couple of miles to get here. How are you doing?"
"Tally! Come join us! How are you?" Al-Adin shouts across the room to his other good friend.
More Friends!
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"Thank you!" Another hug, not quite bone-crushing, but as solid as a a granite slab. He can't resist opening it and taking a big bite. "Its not that cold when you run a couple of miles to get here. How are you doing?"
"Tally! Come join us! How are you?" Al-Adin shouts across the room to his other good friend.
More Friends! continue here!
Spartan nods to the brewmaster, taking along drink of what sat before him.
"Magnus." The warrior says, "Your Court's time has come, are you prepared?" Spartan asked as he looked to the frost on the outside of his glass. Thankfully, the proof was too high to freeze.
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