(1303) Coronation of Spring

Apr 16th, 2013 04:02 PM

"I learnt from experience," Rook said simply. It wasn't as if, he reminded himself patiently, other people remembered the stumbling, struggling man who had destroyed most of the things he laid his hands on. They saw the Red Victor, as uncannily deft as he was enduring, and did not recognise that he maintained so much control precisely because he had to. He couldn't allow himself slips, because if he did, he would harm those around him who depended on him for protection.

But similarly, he couldn't allow himself to shrink away from the world. There was always a solution. Sometimes, it just needed a creative answer.

Or liberal practice with a purple dragon.

"I'm made of steel. It's easy to damage your surroundings when you're a living siege weapon. You adapt, because reality won't adapt to you."

He lifted up his glass of Scotch, a fragile spun thing between riveted fingers that could snap bone without any effort.

Could, but did not. The machine knew how to be gentle.

"As far as I know, the Spring Court's planning some sort of charity event, but I don't know all the details yet. I promised I'd play for them. I'm looking forwards to it."

As the cake was brought out, and the Sovereigns moved to the dias, the Metalflesh's mirrored sunglasses turned to follow his King. Yes, it was Spring's day, but he was still the Red Victor, and he could feel the coming promise of Summer. After Desire, Wrath. That was the way it always was.

Apr 16th, 2013 04:37 PM

Anya wondered at Green's lesser input, and wondered if perhaps he just felt out of his depth in the conversation or just awkward for some reason. She had no desire currently to try and understand any deep meaning - she was here to enjoy herself and await the passing of the crown. She had done enough figuring out of people's motivations for one evening. Still, the Fairest did hope the man was enjoying his time there.

The talk of care naturally made her attention slide to her talons. To a lesser extent than Rook and his formidable strength, the Iron Adjutant still needed to be move and handle other people with care. She knew from battle just how easily the deadly curved points could carve through flesh. It would be quite terrible if an innocent handshake resulted in a missing thumb or finger.

"Whatever they had planned, I'm sure it will b quite wonderful-," Anya's sharp eyes drifted in the direction of the splendid cake, as it was brought out by Mrs Rosemary. "And will aim to ensure everyone has a fantastic, and comfortable time."

She turned a little more as Mr. Bates made his announcement, and she angled herself so that she might see the podium, and her conversation partners in her periphery.

**Dusan** · Apr 16th, 2013 06:43 PM

Juno nodded. "Al-Adin was a very nice and kind young man. He was in so many ways like a child, and you couldn't help but like him....self-professed Prince of Thieves that he was." The Manticoress made a sound that could have been a quick feline prrrrrrrt or a chuckle as she smiled at the memory of her long-absent friend.

"He would literally do anything for a friend, and being as that he was probably the closest friend that I had, I was able to go on a couple of adventures with him. We helped to bring down a small cell of...privateers, but since he's left, and I respect him for following his Desire to do so, his absence is so very noticeable during events like this. Queen Alice, Mrs. Rosemary's predecessor, gave him the title of Joyeaux right around the time she named Doctor Jack to being the Claviger, and myself to the Sage Escort.". There was something in Juno's tone that changed at the mention of Alice and Sage Escort but just as quickly she segued into something she felt more comfortable with.

"Oh, and to answer your second question I am an artist, though some people would not see it that way. I work in a body art...tattoos, piercings, and that sort of thing...studio. It gives me a chance to meet some very interesting people. We have clients who range from one being the drummer in an extreme metal band to another who wishes to memorialize a departed loved one through the medium of a portrait. Part of the pleasure of working in such a field is to be able to sit down with a client and grow to understand them, and help them with designing that bit of permanent art that in its own way tells a story. If you wish, I can offer you one of my cards, and you are certainly welcome to visit the studio."

Hearing the announcement that the ceremony was about to begin, Juno paused in her discussion and looked towards where the Sovereigns were starting to gather.

**Dusan** · Apr 16th, 2013 06:56 PM

Justin nodded as he accepted the card and slipped it into a pocket. It bothered him, or rather had sunk in sufficiently enough to bother him, that he couldn't remember anyone else in the Summer Court mentioning that Rust had been shot. Why hasn't Spartan said anything?

Running his hand back through his hair, the Manikin was getting ready to ask just that when the announcement went out that the Coronation was about to begin, and noticing that Marcus had shifted his full attention to where the Sovereigns were starting to prepare for the event he decided to save that part of the discussion for a later moment.

Apr 16th, 2013 08:08 PM

Jezebel laughed humourlessly when Morgan told her about the reaction her antics had recieved from the other members of the Freehold. "Doesn't surprise me. A lot of us just want some sort of stability, and don't like it when the boat gets rocked." She said, watching as Mr Bates began calling the Monarchs up for the passing of the Crown. "It's easier to just clam up and follow whoever says they're in charge, y'know? Don't think. Don't doubt. Anything for a quiet fuckin' life."

She sighed. It was a drawn out, mechanical hissing noise, coupled with a drizzle of bilious fog seeping out from the valves of her mask. Jezebel wasn't an anarchist - she knew full well that such an eccentric society needed leaders to settle disputes and keep order. But at times, despite their shared experiences of slavery and degradation, so many of the Lost seemed to be far too good at doing what they were told. What she had seen, and participated in, back in New York stood as testament to that.

"You'd think after what we've been through, we wouldn't be so good at accepting authority." Jezebel muttered, as much to herself as to Morgan. She could feel her mood being sucked down into the black, poisonous melancholy that lurked at the back of her thoughts. She turned her attention away from the dias when Morgan mentioned food, grateful for the change of subject.

"Nice thought, but it'd probably be wasted on me." She said. "I don't have much sense of touch or taste left any more."

Apr 16th, 2013 08:33 PM

The walking glacier known as Ingvar Halverston strode through the hall. He was interested in what was about to happen. His sapphire eyes flicked around observing the fellow Lost in their beautiful and altered forms. His titanic frame took up a considerable amount space along the back wall.

**Whisper** · Apr 16th, 2013 09:20 PM

Ion notices the hand off of the card and glances between them for a moment. Ion watches their attentions shift to the Coronation, but she does not feel much interest in the ceremony as her mind still tries to put a face with the name. In the end she knows it does not matter and if Marcus was planning something, she would throw down.

Ion moves to Marcus' side, touching upon his shoulder to draw his attention, before she leans in to quickly whisper. "I can help in that department, though..."

Apr 16th, 2013 09:53 PM

“Well, as long as you like being called Spook, then Spook it is.” The Winter Dancer smiled softly to the soft-looking Darkling.

If there was one word that best described what L’aire knew of Danny, it was humble.

“Actually, there is something Spook can see you do. Or, well that you did anyway.” The Dancer pivoted in a quick and sharp motion to the Dias, where the Sovereigns were gathering anyway. Above it, was the masterpiece that the Wizened made; the Emblem that hung over the Seasonal Throne. “Danny actually made that and it was revealed at the Autumn Coronation last year. It moves and changes with the Seasons.” Gracefully, almost like Vanna White presenting the letters, L’aire’s hand outstretched to it. “As you can see at the moment, it’s still in Winter till the Crown is passed. Queen Byeli is the beautiful Icy Statue that is at the front of it right now. Soon it will change to Spring.”

The Fairest turned back to the Wizened Smith who she may or may not have embarrassed. But, she felt that it should be brought up since it was evidence of Danny’s handiwork.

ooc

**Changeling ST** · Apr 16th, 2013 11:13 PM

There was a silent exchange of a smile to Mrs. Rosemary. The cake looked far too amazing to eat! More like a treasure baked with care and kindness for those of the Freehold to celebrate their time of the Season. First she would make her way to the Dias to sneak a peak at the Emblem before it changed, among other things. Then she would induldge her pallet on a piece of that succulent cake that the owner of Fresh Tastes had just brought out.

Je n'espère il ya une certaine gauche!

**Mykel** · Apr 17th, 2013 03:39 AM

As Bates asks for everyone's attention, the Ogress turns away from Lou and gives the tiny Wizened her full attention. It seems things are about to get started, and the young woman finishes up one last mouthful of food and wipes her face with a napkin. Pushing her chair away from the table, Anya stands up and watches as the various Sovereigns take their places. It would be interesting to see how the change of Seasons was handled, and it would probably tell the Summer Courtlier a lot about the way things worked in the Freehold.

(1303) Coronation of Spring

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