(Spring Coronation) Kane and company

[Kane Harlow]

"Done!"

The simple exclamation is accompanied by a growing smile as he returned to his fellow courtiers. This guy is officially wyrdstone approved and curious to learn.

"Okay. So security, summer, guns, trucks. Awesome conversation. Grateful you took the time to talk to me, but I need to ask something now." Eyes bounce between the two summers. "Wyrdstone. What is it and, more concerningly, who named it?"

Threats could be discussed at a summer meeting, gossip didn't interest him much to begin with, but wyrdstone? That's just unforgivably plain for something that makes the freehold privateer proof. And is it bleeding? Did every freehold have one of these or was Sacramento the only one that didn't use a freehold oath? So many new questions...

[Circe]

"Works a treat don't it?!" Circe gleefully welcomes him back to the discussion. Then she gets serious, arms folded as she explains to Kane the Wyrdstone's history.


"It is a treasure," Circe says with solemn voice, "A grand quest partaken my myself, that queen," she waves dramatically to Seraphina, "And her husband king sought out that treasure. We gambled and bet for it, we met and overcame challengers, those who sought the Wyrdstone with a match to our strength. Though powers clashed, Seraphina weaved a thread to victory over those that opposed us, so we arose victorious with the prize that solved our then tragedy of low numbers." After a moment she adds, "Also, nudity was involved," despite her still solemn voice, Circe has a smarmy smirk on her face. "It was named before we got it. When we don't have a full seasons set it'll hold the Freehold wards intact so the Wyrds doesn't tell us," Circe turns towards the sign and not facing anyone raises both hands with her middle fingers extended, "Ha ha fatti scopare pagliaccio."


She holds the pose in exaggeration for a few seconds, before going to parade rest and turning back to the group.


"Threats? Of course," she nods. "There is a river Hedge side, do NOT go swimming," she waves her hands rapidly in the negative as she shakes her head no. Then holds up her right hand with index finger up, "But ya can go fishing fer lobster, big ones there." Her merriment suddenly vanishes. "There was Ann's crew, mostly Pledged slaves but their running." Circe doesnn't quite smile as she speaks of this group. Rather, she is showing teeth, and her Mantle has flared out.

The rest of her dialogue is less not-smile and no Mantle dessert heat, "Wolves, mundy vigilantes but I'm bribing them, and Ambrosial Delights." She lists off the threats she knows of. "Trods? Eeeh," her mood dampens as she waves her left hand in the so-so motion, "Not sure, a few are occupied. Any near the river are suicide. I know one I used fer shooting, but it has briar wolf visitors. And I trapped it fer that reason," she taps her chin trying to think what she put there. "Don't remember with what," she shrugs.

[Rlyeh]

Her ears droop, tails loose the swish-swish It hadn't been a compliment.

Then a whirlwind of words, Answers that R'lyeh devours readily, but there's not really a moment for her to cut in, not with Kane-summer dashing off to the Wyrdstone and coming back and - her shoulders relax. Feeling the safety-home-trust from the Once Crimson Knight.

"There's Trod out in Capitol Park...but I wouldn't...use that one. It's. Where they-found-the-Rust-and-Gerrit-almost-died." R'lyeh got out in a breath, eyes roving the Tavern until they met Gerrit 's

[Kane Harlow]

Kane listens with his hands folded behind his back as Circe explains the story of the wyrdstone. Mention of nudity was met with raised eyebrows again, mostly for how casual the fairest was about it.His list had intended to be things they already discussed, but clarification on all was clearly appreciated.

"Sounds like an epic journey with some fun twists." All smiles and raised eyebrows. "The stone definitely sounds worth it in the end."

Her Italian is noted, though he hasn't figured out it's Italian. Circe definitely has that exotic and possibly Mediterranean look though. As the conversation turns to trods and threats he seems to listen more seriously.

"I'll keep that in mind when I start looking for my Hollow. Is it the hedge equivalent of the Sacramento river or some smaller stream?" Kane might be looking at a particular thing for his Hollow that makes water relevant. More on that one once he's made up his mind though. Also? Hedge lobster sounds so much better then the shelter food and junk he's eating now. Talk of pledge slaves elicits a small frown, as that sounds way to familiar to his own durance. Or perhaps his nightmares of such? One more thing he has to figure out.

"So beware of traps. Got it." Not lingering on pledge slaves. Rust though? "The Rust? Like not regular iron rust right?"

A serious, if a bit blank, look is given to Rlyeh. Someone almost dying sounds like like something he should ask for more then a name about. That's a summer problem to solve. Unless it was an Autumn one? Summer should probably be close by though.

[Circe]

Circe also looked to Gerrit. The dude had gotten it rough for sure. That wasn't a safe bet at all, she nods with R'lyeh's assessment.


"The river," she answers Kane quickly. At least she figure it was, distances in the Hedge are iffy at best. "Beware of all dangers in the Hedge, is pretty safe estimate. Never swim in it without EXTREME prep time. The stuff I laid?" She thinks and can't recall, "Uuuuh, probably all Iron Side, so the Hedge would wreck it eventually. Metal or ski boots would probably keep yer legs safe."


As for Rust, that gets a shrug followed by a look to R'lyeh. Circe wasn't sure about it, having never seen it. All she got was second hand and grave robbing. Well, exhuming, she didn't steal the ashes. R'lyeh was the learned expert here. "R'lyeh is the better informed Summer on that. No surprise, she's aweomse like that."

[Rlyeh]

Blinking at Circe-queen, how is she better informed? She's not social. Hermit-alone. Yes. She frowns. Thinking. She had spoken to Anatole-friend back before, when she thought-believed Gerrit had left without a word and she had no friend-friends left in the Freehold.

"Not normal Rust. It's not rust-rust, it's we're calling it Rust since-looks like rusty. It's-first was Goblin Fruit only. An infection, that infected and spoiled the Fruit it. Crossed species lines. Infected Gerrit-friend. Nearly killed him." She waves at Gerrit as she offers a smile. It was good-nice to see him here and alive. Much-better-muchly then gone-and-dead.

even though he hadn't told her he was back-alive-unhurt

"It started with a dead metalflesh near the Capital Park Trod. Uncertain if the Metalflesh is the reason for the infection, or the infected Fruits are the reason for the dead metalflesh. But he's the reason why it's called Rust. I think."

[Kane Harlow]

Such a well informed court summer was! Kane had bothered Circe and Rlyeh with every question he could think of and both answered to his satisfaction.

"I'd stick to boots in the hedge anyway. Thorns and what not."

Plus this guy has stepped on worse then nails before. He's protective of his feet. He just got them back after all.

When Circe directs his attention to Rlyeh he listens as the Elemental explains the Rust. He also follows her attention to the dwarf and ogre, unsure who Gerrit is but glad Rlyeh has Gerrit-friend. Lord knew this Elemental wasn't doing the best job at being a supportive voice.

"So some kind of hedge disease of indeterminate origin. Interesting, and a bit terrifying."

This guy is leaving that to someone else. What medical knowledge he did have left needed to be honed before he tried anything like what Rlyeh was describing.

"Thanks for answering all my questions by the way. I really appreciate it." Because clueless elemental was otherwise clueless. "Is the court going to meet sometime this season to talk about the up coming holidays and coronation or should I not worry about that yet?"

Because other then that? This guy is good.

Also hungry.

[Circe]

"Eh," Circe shows how laid back Summer is by shrugging, "I post it where folks know ta look. Security work comes before Summer headship work. Booze and brawl is the old standby. Coronation is rather obvious fer adverts," she answers Kane.


She waves her hands in the negative, slowly. And then, briefly, her Italian accent is replaced by a thick Jersey accent: "Foh-get-ah bout it. Ya'll hear when it is near. Or if plans are made, it'll be posted clear."


And her stomach decides to add its own opinion. Growling, how proper for a Summer. "I'm hungry though. Best ta fix before it goes hangry."


Plus she shoudl mingle with the ohter monarchs.

[Kane Harlow]

"I'll keep an eye out around Funderland then."

Circe's Jersey accent elicits a chuckle and a smile. This elemental isn't brave enough to try accents, but food is always an option!

"Can't have hangry summers running around." He looks over to Rlyeh as he begins to walk towards the buffet and Gerrit-friend. "Care to join us?"

He's smiling as he walks, assuming the summer court was about to lay a siege on that table of food.

Continued in (2303)Spring Coronation...

[Circe]

"Gonna eat, then respects," Circe chime as she returns to quickly gather something to munch on before moving on to the respectable part of her job.