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    Yumyumcrow's Avatar
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    Summer afternoons are just magical. They linger on and on and never tire. The fun park had closed for the day, yet for all the hours of sunlight behind there were quite a few yet ahead. Heat slowly pulsed from the concrete adding to the general sense of surreal safety and homeliness of the afternoon airs. The ambient creaks and groans of the vacant rides and equipment served to fill the silence, rather than create fear or tension. In short, it was a nice time to be out and about in the Changeling's private home.

    This bubble of contentment was sudden rocked to the core by a sudden crash from behind the park's little cafeteria. The crash of trash can's tipped over and their contents disgorged onto the ground. And not just one. Two - no! - three rattle and rock. This is accompanied by a mewling yowl that is too intelligent to be purely animal. There is a thud.

    And a loud: "Ooooooh! But no! No! No I say!"

    Just what is making that racket?


  2. #2
    Mhairi Ankaa's Avatar
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    Mask

    A slim girl, with raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. She likes wearing silver nail polish.
    Mien

    Her skin; like moonlight captured. Quicksilver drips from her fingers, burning up before it lands. Motes of fell fire escape her eyes. In her hair, a galaxy, forming constellations which mimic the sky, changing with the Seasons.
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    Fear made manifest, Autumn's Regalia embraces the Wisp, as if she is Dread's most blessed daughter.
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    Plot Stats

    Fairy Floss
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:

    House Call
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:
    HS Choker+1 Defense, -1g. Sparation3 -1g

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    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Ask-wee-da-eed Telluric

    Mhairi blinks.

    Well she blinks after she returns to her skin. Having jumped out of it at the sudden noise.

    Shaking her head, Mhairi stands, looking around for other Lost, a meow, or a yowl or whatever noise caused her to jump so high sounding more intelligent then a sound like that ought to this side of the Thorns definitely needed to be checked out. Possibly with backup.

    Seeing a few Lost of each Court but Winter had her jerking her head towards the sound. The Wisp heads that way, trusting the other Lost would heed their Director, and if not. She knew the mole-man Thomas would heed his Seasonal Queen.

    Making her way around the cafeteria, Mhairi first peaks around the wall before shaking her head and deciding to be bold.

    "What's going on here?"
    Currently Just a Simple Shade Shard~

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  4. #3
    Circe's Avatar
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    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.
    Circe Scenes
     
      Rage singing, no work with Ozzy, Shake the shanty
     

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    PRE

    Circe's attire was, less then flattering. She looked like maintenance staff in the jumpsuit, save for her denim jacket. Well, that was what she was doing at the park at present so it made sense. Though she was really regretting that offer to help with it. Circe had been checking her texts, good news too, when she heard the racket.

    The Fairest actually growled, ears twitching in annoyance as she glared upon hearing another problem getting made. "I should've been security. Then at least I could taze dumb fucks."

    That was probably wishful thinking. Still, she should check it out. Could be a, noob was the term? Or a cute cat or puppy. She also saw the Boss going to check so figured best to follow. Which is exactly what the Summer did as she tucked her phone away.

    When she heard Mhairi's question she couldn't help but quip, "Don't know boss, you got her first," as she joined Mhairi in observing the origin of the noise and probable mess.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

  5. #4
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    Brigid McCarthy

    She yawned, and Brigid couldn't bring her hand up to her mouth quick enough to cover the gaping maw that was her mouth. It was embarrassing for the Wizened, a physical trait that she simply loathed, especially as she had already spotted Mhairi and Circe in the closed park. The reason for her tiredness was due to a late night the previous evening; not due to partying, as many may have assumed.

    Midnight mass had called to the chatelaine.

    The cry from behind the food hall made Brigid visibly jump and clutch her purse automatically, any tiredness in her body suddenly washed away in a wave of adrenaline. Heart beating faster, she hurried towards the sound, joining as the Witch-Queen and Circe were already investigating.

    "What is going on? Is everyone alright?!" Brigid naturally asked, looking between the Director and the Fairest of Summer. She was still clutching her purse protectively, her heart determining whether to flee or to fight.

  6. #5
    Thomas Land's Avatar
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    Beast: Cleareyes


    Mien

    Thomas’s true face leaves no doubt as to his seeming. Indeed, his appearence is more mole than human. His whole head comes to the fleshly point of an elongated nose. His hair or more properly fur is dark brown and travels down his forehead and cheeks, stopping just before his pink nose. His eyes are smaller, beadier. His back is more hunched, he’s shorter, and his body and limbs seem thicker. His hands and feet are larger and tipped with dirt-caked claws.
    Mask

    Thomas is an unassuming, middle-aged man, standing at just over 5’5” with a hunch to his back. Despite his slight stature, he still has a stocky build with something of a barrel chest and thick arms and legs. His dark blond hair is thinning and messy atop his large head. His blue eyes are set wide apart and slightly asymmetrical. Wire-rimmed glasses perch high on the bridge of a pointy nose. His attire is generically professorial: tweed jackets, slacks, button-up shirts, ties, and sweaters.
    Mantle

    Thomas’s mantle manifests as a pervasive smell of wet earth. There always seems to be a dead leaf or two, wet and brown, stuck to his person.

    1
    PRE

    Thomas likes the park when it's quiet. Without the crowds of pleasure-seekers, the Mole Man can admire the old bones of this place. And that's exactly what he's doing this afternoon, perambulating, enjoying the silence. Until that idyll is shattered by a seeming avalanche of trash-cans. Followed fast by a chorus of worried voices.

    The little man hustles over to the cafeteria, following the hubbub, both concerned and annoyed by the intrusion.

    When he rounds the corner of the small building and spies his fellow Lost, he freezes for a moment surveying the scene: "And what, hm, seems to be the problem?"

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  8. #6
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    There is a cat. A tom-cat. A giant among its kind. See the orange-and-black fur, sleek and glittery in the light. A pot bellied cat, round and fat with a mouth that is far too large and a dinner plate sized ruff of starched linen wrapped around its neck.

    This huge cat sits amid the wreckage of the bins, surrounded by food scraps and plastic bottles. It is recoiling with much melodrama from a full half of pizza that has somehow become topped with upended ice cream and marinaded in coke-cola. The temptation is clear on its feline, yet all too human, features.

    "No! We shall not! Are we not gourmands of the Sacred Board and Golden Cup? Not for us this primitive slush... That glistens... So. Brightly. And <sniff> smells so wondrous. What liquidity.... No! No! I say! For shame... Maybe just a bite? To confirm our august opinions..."

    When the Lost speak, the cat's ears twitch and swirl. It opens one eye, and then another, hauling itself into a sitting position from which it observes the Changelings with aristocratic curiosity.

    "What is going on? What is going on, the noble lady says!" There is the merest mention of a bow in the cat's large eyes as they focus on Mhairi*. There is a pause before the cat continues with a pose of frustrated drama. "I pine, madam! I pine for my lost love! Most dearest jewel who has now departed, never to seen again! I felt her end keenly in my wretched bosom as my heart was sliced in twain and the Pledge sworn between us dissolved in the boundless mists of eternity!"

    *Cat sees Gentrified Bearing

  9. #7
    Mhairi Ankaa's Avatar
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    Mhairi Ankaa


    Mask

    A slim girl, with raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. She likes wearing silver nail polish.
    Mien

    Her skin; like moonlight captured. Quicksilver drips from her fingers, burning up before it lands. Motes of fell fire escape her eyes. In her hair, a galaxy, forming constellations which mimic the sky, changing with the Seasons.
    Mantle

    Fear made manifest, Autumn's Regalia embraces the Wisp, as if she is Dread's most blessed daughter.
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Autumn Queen Oath

    Plot Stats

    Fairy Floss
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:

    House Call
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:
    HS Choker+1 Defense, -1g. Sparation3 -1g

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Ask-wee-da-eed Telluric

    After she stands up and head to the noise, all the other Lost fell in line, similar questions springing from their lips.

    A Halloween tom-cat, a Hedge beasts for sure. And one with a palate. Mhairi doesn't give much thought on the prideful air of the cat, for he was a cat. It was to be expected.

    "Your Hearthsworn Sir Cat?" Mhairi asks as softly as she could, even she knows that under the drama the cat exhibits true hurt could linger, even if Mhairi herself couldn't see it.

    Then after a moment to let the cat answer.

    "Is there anyway we can help?" then tacked on, to reassure the cat, and try see if he'd make less noise. They didn't want to draw the attention of any of the muggle staff after all. "And of course I wish to help you Sir Cat, your fur - it bares my colors after all." they could help someone in need, and also try and find out why this tom-cat had made his way to Funderland to pine(mourn?) in the first place.
    Currently Just a Simple Shade Shard~

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    Circe's Avatar
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    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.
    Circe Scenes
     
      Rage singing, no work with Ozzy, Shake the shanty
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Circe's eyes bugged as she saw the talking cat. Her face was, well she was trying to stoic but smiles were clearly twitching. Not to mention her ears! They were bouncing in excitment. "Talking kitty." It took her a moment to get back to reality. She needed to clam down, though her excitement was plain to see. Then Mhairi offered to help and Circe's head instantly darted over to Mhairi, "I'm in favor of helping the cu...uh, that is," she caught herself. Circe turned to the kitty...hobgoblin cat with a smirk. She waved hello, "Uh, yeah what's up cool cat? Like she," the not pointed at Mhairi,"said: you need help?"
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

  12. #9
    B
    Brigid McCarthy

    Cats.

    Brigid didn't like cats. It wasn't a personal dislike, she had nothing personal to say about cats, it was just the general idea of pets that peeved her.

    And it had nothing to do with the idea of keeping pets, of locking them away in cages to gawp at, or making sure they were attached to leads or done their business in the right place why she didn't like pets.

    It was because of the fur. It made a mess, and messes were her business to clean up. Even after spending several hours working tirelessly to tidy a house, if they had a pet, she would always find a stray hair on the carpet or the sofa or a freshly-pressed shirt. And that was always frustrating.

    This cat, however, was different. Brigid couldn't imaging this cat being so casual as to be leaving fur about an apartment. Still, cats were cats. It was a nature thing, she guessed.

    "May I enquire whom your lost love may be?" the Wizened asked, carefully keeping a distance from any stray fur that may stick to her jacket.

  13. #10
    Thomas Land's Avatar
    Presence
    (Furtive)
    Autumn Mantle
    (Scent of Wet Dirt)
    Archive
    (Changeling Lore, Hedge Lore)
    Status
    (MS: Library Science)
    Contacts
    (Academia)
    Thomas Land

    Beast: Cleareyes


    Mien

    Thomas’s true face leaves no doubt as to his seeming. Indeed, his appearence is more mole than human. His whole head comes to the fleshly point of an elongated nose. His hair or more properly fur is dark brown and travels down his forehead and cheeks, stopping just before his pink nose. His eyes are smaller, beadier. His back is more hunched, he’s shorter, and his body and limbs seem thicker. His hands and feet are larger and tipped with dirt-caked claws.
    Mask

    Thomas is an unassuming, middle-aged man, standing at just over 5’5” with a hunch to his back. Despite his slight stature, he still has a stocky build with something of a barrel chest and thick arms and legs. His dark blond hair is thinning and messy atop his large head. His blue eyes are set wide apart and slightly asymmetrical. Wire-rimmed glasses perch high on the bridge of a pointy nose. His attire is generically professorial: tweed jackets, slacks, button-up shirts, ties, and sweaters.
    Mantle

    Thomas’s mantle manifests as a pervasive smell of wet earth. There always seems to be a dead leaf or two, wet and brown, stuck to his person.

    1
    PRE

    Fascinating... is the Mole-Man's reaction. But dangerous! is his second. After all, here is a predator. A dark shadow in the garden. A clever and cruel destroyer of tiny furred lives. Something deep inside him is seized by a Beastly terror. One that he only overcomes because of his burning curiosity.

    And it's not the lover's lament of this creature that catches his attention, but its oddly conflicted behavior when it comes to the trash that surrounds it. And that phrase: gourmands of the Sacred Board and Golden Cup. There's something vaguely official about that title, something that smacks of a sect or secret society to the Mole-Man's ears.

    Has he heard of this strange honorific before? Has he come across it in his hours of occult research?

      5 successes
    Date Action Roll Result
    2017-06-06 20:04:47 Thomas Land rolls 7 to Know this Lore? Intel4 + Occult3 (10 Again) 10, 5, 7, 1, 8, 9, 10, 3, 8 5 successes

    "Hm-hmmmmm,"
    the little Beast hums as he tries to remember. A distant look in his beady eyes which, nonetheless, never leave this predator their new acquaintance.


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