Spells
Pulse of the Living World
Organic Resilience
Organic Resilience
Busy staring out over the cityscape, the Crescent Moon rolls her cigarette. It was strangely peaceful up here...
"Emily?"
Blinking, and looking around, eyes widen in surprise at the Changeling. "Sonnie? she says incredulously. "EEE! How do you know about this place? Have you been keeping secrets from me?" Emily asks playfully, draining the first drink and flouncing over to her friend, throwing arms around her in an enthusiastic hug.
Hmmm. Still smells human. Maybe....
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Huh.
Emily blinks a couple of times and shakes her head, nearly colliding with the young man staring up into space. "Hey, careful there, man. Come back to Earth, huh?" She says in a friendly tone to Pixel.
Huh.... also human. I guess people really are good at hiding....
Campanella, witnessing the AWE and WONDER of theuniverseFallen World.
"BOO!"
Campanella jumps, stiffens. Hands tighten on his wine glass. He turns, annoyed, distracted from his contemplations...
Bald Star
Campanella yelps inshockhorrorsurprise.
Bald Star.
Why is Bald Star so horrifying? Like staring at an Abyss inducing concept or a mandala corrupted through pancrypta. For a moment, the former Hierarch's poise is simply lost.
"Whu... How the... What the hell Star!"
Bald Star! Not Lone Star or Dark Star... Bald Star!
For a moment or two, Campanella completely forgets there are others present.
"WaaAAaah!" Sonnie was careful to protect her plate full of goodies from spilling when the werewolf pounced her with the Hug. Thankfully, no food was lost in the commotion. "Safe! Ha ha!" A canape or whatever was eaten to celebrate.
"Secrets? Moi? You're the one here first! I'm... just here for the food." She noddles.
Pixel almost running into the pair on the staircase causes another frantic attempt to maintain her snack integrity. "Whoa! Dude!" The food was still okay! Relax, ladies and gentlemen! Sonnie blinked her eyes, looking at both Emily and the Mastigos curiously. They both seemed normal. Maybe she should Ken them... but that took way too much concentration. Kenning was just exhausting.
And was that... yeah, that was Yamiyo down there. The Beast figured it wouldn't be surprising that other Lost would find this place.
Moving to a seat on the balcony, she plopped down and settled her plate in her lap. Best to avoid future pile-ups on the stairs. "Sooooooo... ummmm... this is... awkward?" She laughed at her blue-haired friend.
Weird things were certainly happening around here, evidently she weren't the only one that had felt something drawing her here, nor was she surrounded by her fellow changelings. A mere glance could easily tell her that they weren't even beings of fey or wyrd origins unless they all had exceptionally strong masks something she highly doubted they would bother with when so much energy and weird things flowed around.
This looked like it could be an interesting night that would be certain to widen her horizons.
Noticing the innocent boy staring at her, smiling and blowing him a kiss, being flirty was just in her nature.
The woman with a wineglass at the bar was certainly a beauty, not her usual type but something about her seemed quite interesting.
Eyeing the couple that had arrived from nowhere, none of them really catching her attention much and she was at a distance from them luckily enough.
Then they arrived, a gorgeous woman that made her lick her lips imagining her taste and a tall giant with an aura that was so intense it was palpable. It wasn't that he was a perfection of beauty, sure he had looks just not perfect but his mere presence were impossible to ignore.
Gently fixing her hair, lightly touching her ears ohh this night would be interesting indeed and she would certainly need to be ready to escape should the need arise.
Pouring her drink out, walking over to the bar and getting a new one, a rainbow colored virgin drink this time.
Looking at the woman with the wineglass, giving her a gentle smile and a seductive wink.
Power couple was the phrase the press would want to use. But one that they would both deny. Couple meant two, and two was something they never had been or ever would be. But as much as it hurt to be only two, delight sang in her veins because tonight it wasn't her, but them.
Of course, in violent counterpoint, her Beast raged behind the cage she held it in. His hand against her skin was no more a leash than a chain was a leash on a tiger, but it was enough. Hearing his in drawn breath, she glanced up at him in understanding, a sharp smile fleeting.
They wouldn't kill everyone here.
Tonight.
A soft chuckle but she didn't push at it, despite the flare of hope that his words sparked. Instead she simply nodded, taking in the crowds as they wandered through them. The array of looks was something unseen outside of perhaps Court. Men in suits, of course, but even in just that the variety was summed up by the two men talking at the railing. One older classic and subdued. The bald one, much less so.
Another group, rowdier and younger with blue hair and ... eyebrows lift. Well that explained things. She motioned toward them, "Seems our dancing monkey maybe doesn't dress up just on Halloween."
She spotted Lenora at the bar and almost mentioned her to Asa. They had more than one thing in common after all, but then she caught sight of someone standing near the water of the pool. Though maybe it was better stated that her sight was caught, and for a long moment held at that, by the figure. As the pretty-enough-to-be-Daeva woman moved toward the bar, Twist quirked her lips in a smile and glanced up to Asa, "Alone by choice or do you think everyone else is merely afraid?"
A door beside the bar opens, no one was seen going in, and yet someone was coming out. Behind this someone lay a canopy, a skyline unrecognizable, with cheeping thorns, greedy and eager before the women shuts the door behind her.
Her black hair, pinned in neat victory rolls, wearing a black dress, with a modest neckline, but two very daring slits. On top of the dress, she wears a black under bust corset, clinched tight. With, delicate silver chains.
Her feet are clad with ballet pumps. Murder on her feet, but damn did they look fine.
For those who can see past the Mask, her hair's a field of velvet black, with living stars, and moving constellations. Her skin, the very glow of the moon, and her eyes alight with a fell fire.
Her outfit takes upon a new cast as well.
The blacks of her outfit, the void between stars, the shadows of an eclipse, and the lonely cry of monsters. The silver chains become, beacons, of moon sickle grins.
Her voice comes out as she asks of the bar, "Appletini?" turning she casts her gaze to the crowd.
Seeing first Bart remembering their first meeting, upon a boat, drinking champagne, New Years Eve.
Faces she remembers vaguely, more remembering blood and shouting.
Then, like the moon to the tide, her eyes are drawn to Asa Clarke. "I should have known." she says in a whisper, remembering the Asylum, Halloween, and more.
Once she gets her drink, she'll approach.
Spells
Pulse of the Living World
Organic Resilience
Guru was new to Sacramento but he couldn't ever really miss a party. Especially one with such strange and interesting clientele, which might literally be clientele. He was dancing his way through the crowd getting distracted before looking at Pixel, eyes focusing on the glittering lights of his spell as he giggled to himself.
Hell yea!
He wasn't dressed up at all. He was wearing his burkenstocks still but he'd switched out the cargo shorts for a pair of loose fitting jeans, pulled tight by a black leather belt and a white t-shirt but that was it.Messenger bag still slung over one shoulder. No eye glasses though and his pupils were nearly pinpoints as he looked around the place with a smile plastered on his face.
He took a deep breath and then people walked out of a portal.
"Oh shit!"
He chuckled to himself watching what he didn't know were drugs or the residual truth of the universe bleeding and fading back into the lie. Man. The Truth of the world was so beautiful, he wished others could see it like he could...and they could, maybe.
"It's a party now."
Once he was done making air horn sounds with his mouth he couldn't help but do a little dance as he walked over to the edge and looked out over the city, mouth hanging open in wonder.
"Woah."
Equipment: Cell phone, Mostly drugs
Last edited by Guru; Apr 17th, 2020 at 04:25 PM. Reason for Edit: Forgot spells and such
"Yes, secrets, you! And you know me, I just like hitting bars early! Though of course you're here for food." Emily grins, though does have enough awareness to look a little awkward as well. She tries to steal a tiny.... something... off Sonnie's plate. "Umm.... yeeaaaahhhhh. That's a word for it. I mean, I've seen you - all of you - and I could see nothing there that was a clue.... " Emily sits and leans in the chair, sipping her second Cosmo. "So.... I'm Sorry? I guess? But I kinda assumed all peoples had a kinda 'don't go round telling humans' thing. It's just common sense, right? Survival, and all that. And if it looks like a human and smells like a human and fucks like a human...." Emily shrugs apologetically.
"But this is sooooo cool, right! We can have... like a super-secret! So.... umm... like.... I'll show you mine if you show me yours? All I know for sure is you're not like me, and neither are those guys," She waves a hand over at the older guys on the bar. Smelled just like regular human. Come on, Sonnie, dish. Please? What are you, like a wizard? Insatiable food zombie? Um.... Vammmmpiiiiiree? Because fucking a vampire? She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Weren't the dead? Could their bodies work properly? Was that still a thing?
She throws a look at Pixel , snapping her fingers. "Hey... uh, buddy? You okay? Just kinda... staring into space there."
The plate of fancy foods was subtly shifted to stay just out of Emily's reach. Just... just an inch out of reach. Always.
"Wha? I smell like a human?" She raises an arm and sniffs at her sleeve. "Weird, I smell like laundry detergent and... I think that's some spilled ketchup? Damn, I thought the wash would get rid of that." The werewolf's allusions to their past sexual escapade seemed not to matter to her. The Beast was clearly not embarrassed.
Chewing on a crepe (or something like that), Sonnie peered suspiciously at Emily, looking her up and down. No Fae Mien. Nothing unusual about her shadow to suggest a hardened Mask. No Changeling-ness at all. "Hm, you're not like me, either. A super-secret, eh? Tantalizing..."
She glanced at Pixel, similarly seeing no hints of Changeling-osity, then looked back to her blue-haired friend.
"I am... a... ghost! Yes, a ghost! I died in... um... 1934, when the Titanic sunk!" That's not when it happened, Sonnie. "I was just a young girl at the time. I met this lovely boy from steerage and we had this brief but epic romance! Then he drowned himself even though the floating door could have held us both. So tragic! So stupid!" That all sounded terribly familiar.
"Now I haunt Sacramento... for... reasons? Ghostly reasons!" She waggled her fingers in the air. "OOooOOooOOooOOooOOooOO! Spooky!"
Another stuffed mushroom was popped into her waiting maw.
In case anyone needs the rules for seeing (or smelling) through a Changeling's Mask
Avis smiled as she watched Star go running off to accost Campanella, somehow breaking through the armor of refinement that the man usually wore. That was one of the things she loved about Star, after all. He knew how to break practically everyone out of their shell, even if they only recognized that sensation as confusion. So, perhaps that was why she found it so tempting to go find her own mark, and the man staring out at the city with his mouth hanging open seemed like the perfect target.
"If you think that's something special," Avis said as she walked up behind Guru , "then you should see what a rift in the fabric of the universe looks like. Or feel what it's like to step through one. Although, neither of those things were as special as seeing your own soul joined with another, to see it blossom, and grow, and become something beautiful in its own right. Even if it does resent you for helping it bloom."
Her hands wrapped around the rail as she joined him looking out over the city, although, really, she was watching him out of the corner of her eye.