(2309) Coronation at Edna's

[Anatole]

Anatole finishes off a hunk of buttered bread with a thick layer of preserve on top. He licks his thick fingers, eyes swivelling lazily to Vincent when the Flamesiren speaks.

A faint smile creases his beard (eyes flash at Sonnie Wu exuberance).

"Oh I am all for the horror. Fear has a place - and a powerful one at that! - which I truly love: the brutality of it; the majesty of it when done properly... The justness of it - again when it is brought forth for the right reasons. That is what the Ash says to me at least."

He pauses, absently licking his teeth.

"There is an unbridled grotesquery to Autumn as well. And it can be such catharsis to let rip and cast aside all propriety, morals and even social mores to bring out the Fear."

"But there is another side to Autumn - hearth, home, harvest. The gathering in before Winter sets in. Tacking stock and simply enjoying the fruits of one's labour. I particularly enjoy that aspect. To be honest, its a simple little emotion that doesn't get enough time to shine and gets lost in all the Horror to come. No other Court quite brings it to the fore..."

A quick glance to Seraphina.

"The Emerald takes hold of life and squeezes it for all it is worth. This is an active passion. This is taking not gathering in. The Onyx miss the point as well. They wallow in their sorrow and their wintry isolation; they contemplate but this isn't enjoying but mourning and there is a big difference...."

He reached for a bunch of thick, juicy, grapes. His face tracks to Circe.

"Summer doesn't touch it either. Summer is about the heat and the ripeness of the season, certainly. But this is the final growth and the anticipation of what is to come. This is not reaping, gathering in. For you Crimson, I am sure you only see the fruit of your labour in the actions you take and the deeds that you accomplish... Not quite in the things you have collected and amassed for your stores."

Turning back to Vincent.

"I stand for Fear, but not so much for spookiness. The muggles have made a game of Fear because they are too scared to face it. They make it 'safe' and 'play' with it like a child splashing in a puddle. Fear is deeper than that; and it is no plaything. Coming close to Fear involves facing that which has broken you the most. It is not done lightly for even a brush with It can leave a scar on you."

And then he cannibalised the grapes.

[Circe]

When Anatole declares Summer doesn't touch it either, Circe raises up. Then hums an agreement with a shrug and a nod. It was accurate. However when he mentions amassing and stores, Circe chuckles. The analogy would go well with Summers that used the standard tactics, but she was a gun bunny. Amassing and storing ammo was really necessary for her tactics to be functional.


Even if she had a bunch of ammo she didn't have guns for right now. What even uses 380 anymore? Tangent. Though she did indeed take pride in what she does more than what she has. When she gets a machinegun, grenade launcher, or something in that category than what she amasses will matter.


"A fine work of rhetoric, my King of the Harvest," Circe applauds the speech from Anatole. "Though I do take pride in the guns I horde, buuuut it is for the prospect of using them. Okay, yes," she nods, "You are accurate. Totally accurate. I've yet to amass enough ta mandate track lighting for my guns," she sounds a little sad by this fact.

Then finally tries the mead. Crimson eyes blink in confusion. Another sip. "Huh, that is very good result of a harvest. What's this made from?"

[Vincent Black]

Ah King of the Harvest he is being called, that and all he said rang deep within Vincent. "I get it, it reminds me of the story of the ant and the grasshopper. Where the ants worked to store up for the seasons the grasshopper spent his days lounging away, until one day the winter came, and the grasshopper was without food or shelter." Vincent paused a moment remembering his new court, "Whereas an autumn you probably associate with the ant, I empathize with the grasshopper. His desperation led to him having a closer relationship to the ants."

[Jasper]

The newest Spring arrives a bit late to the party, ducking down into the doorway of Edna's to slip inside. He's dressed in a dark brown sweater and slightly torn jeans beneath his typical dark leather Hedgespun coat. He looks around, his nose leading his attention to the spread of food first before he turns to see everyone else around. He grins toothily as he approaches the people first. Food can wait. Some. Not long. "Evenin' ladies and gents. Sorry I'm late. Van broke down on the way here. Had to do a quick patch up." he says, showing his hands are indeed dark in spots with engine grease.

[Sonnie Wu]

Anatole's assessment of the Spring Court was pretty accurate, if a little lacking in nuance. The same could be said of Sonnie's own opinions of the other Courts, so fair is fair. "Seize the day!" she replied to the Autumn King's sentiment, as she picked up an apple and shined it on the sleeve of her Spider-Gwen costume.

Jasper's arrival had her waving at the newest member of the Emerald Court. "Howdy!"

And then she took a bite of her apple.

[Seraphina]

Sera listens in silence, taking small sips of her own mead. This was his night, and interrupting him would be rude and unbecoming.

Some of what he said reminded her of Rhodes, of things she had heard him say when they were getting to know each other. And when he was helping her face her nightmares.

Raising her glass when he finished, “Well said King Anatole.” Was the dwarf going to want to be called Dread Lord? If he did, could she say the words?

There was nothing for her to add about Spring. Spring wasn’t a Season that gathered, though her Court did gather bounties for the Coronations. They had their ways, but she didn’t want to voice it.

Circe had her say on the matter, but concedes to the dwarf. He hadn’t been wrong, not by a long shot.

Finally, Jasper walks in. It would not have been a good look for Spring to not have all members present for Autumns Coronation. “Good to see you Jasper, glad you could make it.”

[Circe]

Circe frowns as her Summer hounds speak and a coyote arrives. She thought the Ant ate the Grasshopper? Or was that just the MAD version? Probably the MAD version.


"I'll take a look at it Jasper," she offers the late courtier. Circe was mostly into coffee, computers, and guns but that didn't mean she wasn't also a slight gearhead. She hums in thought, "I have my tool, and keys fer the supply closets. Depending on what it is, might have parts ta jury rig it. Or ya help me lift at a scrap yard in the futre. Shame ya missed the Harvest King's speech. It was amazing."

[Anatole]

Anatole knucles his moustaches to cover a smile.

"Mead is made from honey. Ah! This was a bespoke local variation..."

Anatole turns to Circe first, head tilting to one side as he carefully begins running off the ingredients used in the craft mead he had purchased. Upon finishing, he idly reaches for another bread and the pot of preserves as he turns to Vincent:

"I have heard that story. You give it an interesting spin; you are a credit to your Court for finding that."

A wry smile wraps around his features when Sonnie Wu chimes in. The Wizened's eyes, however, fasten on the giant Beast Jasper Lionell who joins them at last. The smile softens into something... simpler. Anatole jerks his head brusquely to one side.

"Welcome! Welcome! Use the sink my friend. Wash your hands and join the feast. More than enough for all."

He doesn't get to add anything else as Seraphina rises. The burned dwarf has to lift his own drink in silent salute. There is nothing more to say.

[Vincent Black]

Vincent just shrugged, "That is a very interesting twist in that story. Sounds closer to a Grimms version, but I am pretty sure they did not write it." Vincent continued to eat and enjoy the banter of everyone at the ceremony.

[Jasper]

The Coyote gives a warm smile and a wave to his fellow Emerald Courtiers before nodding over to Circe. "If you want to, sure. I got her working at least long enough to get me here."

He nods and there's a slight frown on his snout at the mention of a Harvest King and he looks around before blinking at the sight of Anatole, having just noticed the crown on his head. He blinks again and then grins wide, giving a small bow to the Autumn Monarch, "I'm sorry that I missed it." He nods to the dwarf's words and moves over to the sink, taking his time to get as much of the engine grease off of his hands as he can before coming back to the feast and the others. He makes himself a large plate of tasty looking harvest food. He has a drumstick of chicken in his jaws before he even sits down. "Cheers."