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  1. #1
    Saber Sloth's Avatar

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    Days burn short, nights grow chill,
    Winds do shriek, and feelings bode ill.
    The Courts do gather and Funderland's closed,


    Sacramento's Witch House provides light and ambience, music falling from the windows and creaky open door, as a great table is brought out and placed before it. Lights and lanterns, strung up, surrounding, with leaves of every colour of Autumn's bounty laid before it.

    Chairs provided for all, and the caramel, and caramelized flesh tease and tantalize as the feat stays covered waiting for all to arrive!


    There is a Feast this night, if you're not apposed.
    Autumn is hosting for this their night,
    I hope, I hope, they give you a fright!





  2. #2
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    Blink

    Fuck you Sacramento!

    Blink thought as she hugged herself. Ninety-fucking-four during the day down to fifty-fucking-four at night...

    When she first got to Sacramento, that disparity in temps got her numerous times. Tee-shirt/shorts weather during the day; bet you wish you had a fucking hoodie at night thing...

    Thankfully, she had learned and learned quick. She wore some thick and comfortable pajama bottoms - a red and black flannel, and a thermal long sleeve with a hoodie. She also rocked a black beanie. The other set of clothes that she rocked through the day was tucked away in the backpack she had - along with a few other meager, yet important items.

    Blink was not dressed to impress - no. Blink was dressed for comfort.

    With the getup, she was warm enough, plus the loose fitting stuff allowed freedom of movement with the added benefit of comfortable-as-fuck.

    Blink headed into the Edna's giving a wave to all who had already arrived earlier. She took a moment to scan around and get familiar with the environment, as this place was completely new. She wondered what sort of food they had - or more importantly...what sort of liquor.

    The passing of a crown was supposed to pass for a party, right?

  3. #3
    Lucifer's Avatar

    Distinctive Voice
    (Disquieting)
    Striking Looks
    (Nonpareil)
    Presence
    (Smoldering)
    Mantle
    (Candlelight)
    Lucifer

    Mask
    Lucifer's alien beauty is almost cruel, the eye moving uncomfortably from one monstrously perfect feature to the next.

    Mien
    Lurking beneath the alien beauty of the mask is the echo of the grotesque. Cruel teeth hide behind plush lips, goat eyes glitter beneath long lashes, ears are twisted into points, with skin the color of curdled milk.

    +2
    SL
    +1
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    4
    PRE

    Lucifer stepped out from the Witch House, resplendent in her roiling gown of smoke and shadow, the thin sheaf of ethereal elements doing little to protect her from the cold, yet for one as magnificent as the Mistress of Ash and Shadows, she had long ago learned that Beauty was Pain. Of course, she was not suicidal (not any longer), and thus had arranged for several outdoor heaters to be arranged around the table, and she began to walk to each one, turning them on.

    Yet, she only did so with her left hand, for her right was holding a clutch purse of black velvet. She dared not put it down. It contained something far, far too important.

    Of course, it seemed that one guest had already arrived.

    Lucifer rose, and looked upon Blink with her goat slitted eyes.

    "You may partake of any beverages that you desire," she declared imperiously, "but do not attempt to touch any of the food. It will be served when it is time to be served. Disobedience would be...unwise."

    She did not say more, simple continued her task until every heater had been turned on, and the space around the feasting table began to warm towards something just shy of comfortable.
    Lucifer. Fairest: Shadowsoul/Illes, Pres 4 (Smoldering), SL 4 (Nonpareil), Distinctive Voice 2 (Disquieting). Autumn Mantle 1 (Candlelight reflecting in her eyes).
    Pledges: Dignitaries Vow

  4. #4
    Ingrid's Avatar
    Striking Looks 2 "Ethereal"
    Retainer
    (Angus (ensorcelled mortal))
    Ingrid
    Ingrid

    Mein

    Very much like her Mask. However, her skin takes on a more reflective, rubbery texture and she appears... thinner... with limbs that are slightly too long and thin for her general proportions. There is also faint traces of webbing between her fingers and toes.

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Ingrid appears, strolling through shadowed Funderland with deliberate purpose. With the grateful change in temperature, the Darkling has reverted to her customary boots, jeans, jumper, and peaked cap placed on a jaunty angle. Her hair is still damp and tousled from a shower. Shadows, solid and slick, trail behind her like spilled tar or treacle. With the approaching change in crown, her Mantle is pulsating and energised: plum surrounds her like a cloying musk.

    The Vernal Sovereign pauses on her approach to take in the effect.

    "Ha!" Excitement. Amazement. Joy. All squeezed out in a little exclamation. The look fades, somewhat, from her face when she espies Lucifer . Turning slightly with a sniff she focussed her attention on the lithe Fairest with the glowing tattoos whom she had not encountered before.

    "Hello there. Hello there! I'm Ingrid, I don't believe that we have met."

    Ingrid moved forward, ensuring she gave Lucifer's smouldering presence some acknowledgement - a small nod - as she did so.
    Darkling: Palewraith |Spring Mantle 3 (Heady scent of plums)
    WYRD 3| Health: 7| Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7| Striking Looks 2: "Ethereal"

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    Penance

    Penance was one of the first Lings to arrive, having been there before the gathering even started. Which was only fair, someone had to drag the great dining table out of Edna's. After all, as the brawny Freehold Ogre and beholden to Autumn, it only made sense she be around to assist with the setup and heavy lifting.

    She was resting at the end of the table with a cold one in hand, starting the drinking off early because she damn well felt like it after manhandling that wooden monstrosity out here. For her own outfit, she'd chosen a long-sleeved grey shirt that buttoned down to her stomach, jean shorts, and black leggings. Her considerations weren't so much for the weather, though, as much as it was her own sense of self-consciousness.

    Considering this was her first Coronation with her Court, she felt it important enough to not Mask herself. But that didn't mean she had to embrace her Mien. Her sleeves were purposefully long to cover her hands so only her ebony claws showed. She tried to cover as much of her ruddy red skim as possible while still looking natural. She even considered throwing a wool knit cap to cover her horns, but she figured that'd just draw even more attention to them. About the only thing she couldn't do much about was her anglerfish-like teeth, which she was sure would look *wonderful* once the feast began.

    She casually waved at Blink as she came by, trying her best to not look like she'd rather face down a pack of briarwolves than be seen like this.

  6. #6
    Rhodes's Avatar
    Presence
    (Charming)
    Distinctive Voice
    ((Gravitas))
    Rigid Mask
    Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
    Rhodes
    Mein

    Mein: Rhodes has pale whitish skin, elfin ears and deep, overly large emerald eyes. Thin black veins broach the surface of his skin like the roots of a tree emerging from the ground. Dark, broad leaves sprout from his wrists, ankles and temples, spreading around the back of his head. Deep red flowers bloom at the temples and wrists.
    Mantle

    Mantle: A breath of icy wind, the kind that penetrates and sends a chill down the spine. Ash leaves in red, yellow and gold spin into existance around him, caught on the breeze. As the wind blows, unnerving whispers can be heard, always coming from a direction just out of one's field of vision.

    +1
    DV
    3
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    Flowering

    Behind the table, leaning on a ring-toss boot now festooned with various masks in place of where the prizes were once held and enjoying a large glass of scotch, is Rhodes. This was his second glass, though no-one had seen the first. Tonight had to go well. He was draped in his customary coat of rolling thunderclouds, but had opted for a scarlet shirt matching the blooming flowers at his temples and wrists, and black tie beneath. His back to the stall, he was overseeing the afternoon's work of his court. Easy now. They are all Autumn, but nothing is certain until the crown forms out of the Wyrd. The food was laid out. The liquors and wines, and beers had been places on the table, glasses, plates, cutlery. He had wandered around the positions, hie Mantle conjuring the small golden leaves like confetti across the open space. They had done well, working together collectively. Only a few months ago he would have dared hope they could do so.

    Though on the outside he appeared cool and collected, on the inside he was feeling genuine nervousness, meaning he was paying little heed to the other sin the Court. He had played his hand well. There were opportunities he could have struck for, but it was too late now. Through John, he had an ally of standing in the Winter Court. Through the animosity with Lucifer and shared interests, he was sure Ingrid would prefer his ascension. Politically with other Courts, he was in a good place... even thought they had sworn not to permit external influence. Within Autumn, Nana had sided with him through mutual deals of position - not pledge-bound, but a sign of cooperation. He had helped bring Penance into the Court, and she had agreed to help him. Wolfgang he hadn't seen since Autumn met weeks ago. Lucifer had sworn a pledge of mutual aid, and he had help up his end, supplying her with assorted talents to support her play. Though the pledge was completed, the Fairest hoped he had shown his Kith-sister they could work together. His Mantle was strong, and his allies many. This would be his night. I hope.

    He moved forth as the guests began arriving, heading for the table of drinks. "Blink! Lady Ingrid! Welcome to the Feast of Harvest, this glorious Solstice. As our dear Morningstar points out, we will be eating later, but perhaps I might offer you lovely ladies a drink?"
    Flowering Fairest, Mantle: An ever-changing, spine-chilling icy wind, creating spinning autumn leaves and haunting whispers.

  7. #7
    Echo's Avatar
    Presence
    (Trouble)
    Striking Looks
    (Provocateur)
    Oasis in the desert, glass roses and palm leaves
    (Mantle)
    Status (Clubs)
    (Contacts (Clubs, Street))
    Echo


    Contacts: Street, Clubs
    Status Clubs ●

    Mask

    A blond 20something, who uses too much eye makeup.
    Mien

    Human silhouette altered by a lion's ears and tail paired with digitigrade legs, causing her to walk on leoline toes. Fur comprises of hard packed sand, turning into sun scorched glass. Her hands come to deadly broken glass claws, while her eyes are overly large, their pupils slit, gleam silver like a naked blade.
    Mantle

    Oasis in the desert, glass roses and palm leaves peak from her hair, her glass body reflects the shimmer of long awaited water
    Hedgespun

    Foot Wrap L ● +1 Defence
    Mask: Cute Boot (L)
    Mien: A length of hardened threads of woven silver sand.

    Foot Wrap R ● +2 Initiative
    Mask: Cute Boot (R)
    Mien: A length of captured lighting, dancing on woven clouds.

    Engagement Ring ●● +2 Defence
    Mask: An Engagement Ring
    Mien: a large, brilliantly coloured bumblebee, looking as though it was made of wild flowers itself, rather than any mundane black and yellow creature, and held inside a ring made of clear amber.
    Normal Equipment!

    Leather Jacket, (Reinforced Clothing), Smart Phone, Bowie Knife.

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Razorhand Truefriend

    The Equinox, the time between Summer and Winter, the ascension of Autumn and the official day the Seasons turned. Circe's Crown of Fire would dissolve when the Wyrd chose Autumn's Sovereign.

    The Freehold was to gather and witness. To celebrate the Changing of the Seasons, and confuse the ever living fuck out of the Gentry.

    A black lace dress, with leaf-looking details, is chosen as an accompaniment to what wrapped around her leonine paws; silver sand and and lightning captured clouds, this was Autumn's night and when better was there to debut new Hedgespund?

    ...and in her clutch, which is clutched betwixt broken glass claws is something of the greatest importance.

    "Happy Equinox!" she calls as she arrives.

    "My Queen of Verdant Delight!" a bow towards Ingrid -Queen, ears swivelling and tail flicking as she does so.

    A chipper Lioness waves at the others, before she swiftly makes her way to Lucifer . "Dear heart." she whispers in greeting, "You are a vision of Autumnal Terror." her lips twitch up, she is all compliments towards her heart.
    Wyrd ●●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour:

  8. #8
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    Nana

    Nana arrives late. She had never found it fashionable, but she had gotten caught on trying to wrangle her presentation for the evening. She walks to the gathering with her doctor’s bag in one hand and the other hooked around the handle peeking from a covered cage.

    She had rented a kind of costume for the evening, such events the only time she’d consider such a fleeting, vain purchase. A velvet jacket paired with leatherpleather pants and boots keep her warm as much as lend her temporary elegance with her budget. Her only owned piece a staring hair cage she only brought out for Coronations.

    She set her things on the steps to Edna’s – a timid squeak of something could be heard from behind the cloth as she lowered it. She turned and raised a hand in greeting to those gathered already. Echo ’s joyous arrival a great herald to walk in on. “Yes! Season’s greetings and evening everyone. I’m so pleased to see you all here.” An atypically easy smile on her face as she looked over the group. When seen from the corner of the eye, her shadow now dances wildly from her mantle, equally empowered by the Season.

    Rhodes , Lucifer ,” she spoke to them both. “Things look wonderful. Thank you for your eye in putting it together. I, at any rate, would have been lost without you.” She spoke genuinely. Whatever their lingering issues, this was their Court’s hallowed night. She was only proud to be with them here rather than alone in the Thorns. That one of their number would soon be royalty of their own didn't hurt matters either.

    Then her eyes fell on Penance and the Ogre’s fresh mantle. Nana grinned at the sight of the woman, unable to notice the discomfort when she only saw a being of a brutal kind of beauty. “I don’t believe we have formally met. Nana.” She walked over and held out a twisted hand in greeting. “It is a delight to have you with us.” Meant both for court and event.

  9. #9
    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    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 arrived lookng quite regal in a blue with gold highlights. The black tights covered her legs to counter the cold and she'd changed into sandals just before entering because it is cold out there. The steel crown of Summer the Queen was barely balanced on her head while some cheap metal rings festoon her fingers.

    She'd other accessories too that she now never went without after getting a certain phone call. As it was she strutted in to the party, "Wassup!" shouting with her arms spread out wide to her sides, "Oooo scary party time is it Lucy? Oh ho ho ho," Circe was clearly not afraid at all. "But I gotta a question fer ya. Ya think Mhairi want's my metal hat," she taps the crown with the side of her hand. The rings on her fingers are clinking against it as she strutted straight up to Lucifer, "Fer Autumn or just the Wyrd's hat?"
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

  10. #10
    Seraphina's Avatar
    Seraphina
    Presence
    (Magnetic)
    Striking Looks
    (Enthralling)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Angelic)
    New Identity
    (Sarah Jones)
    Mantle (Spring)
    (In Mini Sheet)
    Seraphina

    Mien

    Softly shimmering gold flakes catch the light whenever she moves, delicate gilded and diamond scales extenuate the luminescent sapphires that are her eyes. The ocean lives in Sera's eyes, perfectly cut sapphires, gleam in the light. Deeper shades always shifting like the tide. The scales trail up to her temples and forehead. Her hair reaches down her back, brushing the back of her calves, spun silver and gold. Perfectly placed streaks of sea green are seen throughout her hair. Very fine diamond dust falls loose from her hair when she moves, reflecting rainbows from the light. The scales on her hands are dulled by the simple fact that her hands are translucent. There was an iridescent scale like skin that pulled delicately up from her ears. The membrane shimmered and created three curly points.
    Seraphina

    Fairest

    Nix/Treasured
    Mantle

    Cherry blossoms gilded in gold bloom from her hair, tumbling down as a warm rejuvenating spring breeze gently kisses the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. The sound of birds singing can be heard as the wildflowers grow and bloom in vibrant colors where she walks, swaying and lively in the breeze.
    Sera's hands and lower legs are translucent while the rest of her has cracks
    Seraphina

    Mask
    A fairly tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes are an intense, deep bright blue, reminding one of sapphires. Her lips are full and her skin is flawless. With that perfection comes a body that men fawn and drool over, and women envy.

    Health Tracker

    Haunted House
    Items

    Hedgespun Items

    Tear dropped shaped pendant, form fitted waterfall jacket

    Misc.

    -3 to any rolls involving Presence

    Jewelry

    Ring on right ring finger...the gold band matches her gilded golden skin, the blue sapphire matches her eyes and the diamonds her scales
    Seraphina Scenes
      -1 Glamour into Wyrdstone
      Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape
      -1 Glamour for Dream Time, -1 WP, WP to Scour Glam to rebuild
     Harden Mask, Forgot to include in orig post, 
     

    +2
    SL
    +2
    DV
    5
    PRE

    Treasured Nix

    The Autumn Equinox. The crown was passing, a new season was upon them.

    Yet she didn’t feel joy about it. Not like she did when Mhairi was here holding the crown. Wearing it like a Queen should. No, there would be no joy this year, only sorrow and an emptiness in her heart.

    So what’s a Fairest to do when she’s feeling down?

    Turn heads in every way she can of course!

    Her closet was turned inside out as she threw dresses aside, on the bed, struggling to find just the perfect one. And there it was.

    Slipping it over her head, she smoothed it out and turned in front of her mirror. Oh yeah, it was going to turn heads.

    It was a white floral print that covered the important areas, but nude sheer material everywhere else. Leaving not much to the imagination, but it wasn’t like she cared. She swept her long gold and silver spun mane into an elegant low bun, and kept her makeup minimal. Not that she needed makeup anyways, but she didn’t want to go overboard and ruin the effect of the dress.

    Did she regret wearing the dress when the chill in the air hit her as she approached Edna’s? No. Not at all. It wasn’t as cold as it was when Winter had their night, so she could survive this with a smile on her face.

    But stepping before Edna’s made her heart ache with the loss of Mhairi. Who, in her mind, was the true Queen of Autumn. Memories of moving in to the building when she first arrived, sharing coffee and talks with the Elemental in the kitchen. It brought a sad smile to her face, but it was brief.

    She had a mask to wear tonight. She was a Fairest, she was a Nix, she was a Treasured, and she would not let her emotions rule her. Not now.

    So instead, an enigmatic smile spreads across her full lips as she enters the space. Sapphires move around the room, seeing who was there, and who wasn’t yet. Nods were offered to each.

    The one who had made the scene before was noted before she moved on to Ingrid. Her Queen.

    Moving beside Ingrid, “Good evening.” She greets, if anyone was going to attack the Darkling tonight, she'd be beside her this time.
    Treasured/Nix Wyrd●●●●

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