Rawlinsbriggs​:

who? @meryasek where? Laurelin, Audulë  notes: doing the randomize top songs thing and got raise hell by dorothy

"How is the wedding planning going?" She asks as she settles next to the fey'ri in one of the Laurelin's branches, offering a cluster of juicy grapes as she uses her magic to occasionally pop some of her own cluster into her mouth as she keeps her gaze wandering around the Laurelin branches and beyond, into the glimpses of the courts that they can catch through the leaves. "Did you set a date?"

who? @yaviefey​

where? the vatican

when? everything is on fire, the bethroded has died

notes: where in the world is waldo farenduil

It is with desperate surprise that she pulls Yavie back from another feral vampire an into another room. A brief gesture has the door closing with a barrier, but her mind is being pulled away in countless directions as she seeks the other members of her court, the members of her people. She had only known of the Chancellors, the Princes, the Marshals and the Senators invitations, but there is always the fear that more of their kind were in danger.

“Are you alright? Have you an eye on Faren? Mery? Anyone?” She asks, voice desperate as she eyes the door she is sure will not hold for long. Reinforcing it is useless, as they must leave before it is too late.

who? @farenduil where? farenduil's place when? after the autumn solstice

After the answering the call of the Wild, the door before her should mean nothing. It does not lead to an end, nor towards any sort of physical agony of the sort, and yet it is a looming creature she almost does not want to confront. Yet, what sort of Chancellor would she be if she were to allow a mere conversation to scare her off with her tail between her legs? A sigh leaves her lips as she raises her hand to knock on Farenduil's door, a second basket of the Autumn's Harvest floating next to her. With his change, she had not felt it safe for him to be welcomed to the yearly festivities, and yet his lack of presence had been painful. The least she could do is to offer more of the Harvest to ensure he knew that he was still welcomed to peruse the fields, even if they could no longer be his home.

"Do open, Farenduil, we have far too much to discuss," Robin calls through the door, even as she plucks one of the apples from the floating basket and takes a bite for herself. "The longer you take, the more likely the pumpkin spice ice cream tubs are too spoil, too."

"Every once in a while, I feel your judgement loud and clear," Robin drawls as she rolls her eyes but keeps herself smiling politely at the other guests. It's truly a surprise how easily different species are mingling, and she truly does not know if she feels all that comfortable about it. Regardless, it was Meryasek's wish for all of them to be there, and she will be indulging him as much as she can for the rest of the festivities. After all, one only got married once, if they were lucky. "Considering I have an actual home, I truly don't know how to feel about it."

@thegoodfellow location: Royal Wedding Reception notes: he's her date because she's maidenless and he likes food

Nirvaan had really planned this whole thing? Planned this whole wedding and never mentioned it even once, not exactly best friend behaviour of him. They even had sex that one time. For the moment Robin was Assan's best friend again as he stood at the long reception table and stuffed his pockets endlessly. He wouldn't have sex with her, not after the Bill thing but they were still friends. "Tuna." Assan said with a nod as he inspected a piece of fresh tuna before he popped it into his mouth.

"Well that is concerning," she admits as her brows furrows when hearing about Nirvaan's current predicament. There is no doubt that Aurora will want to hear about that, the way she holds her warder dear. Biting her lip thoughtfully as she narrows her eyes, Robin nods to herself as she glances to Inan. "I shall find Laer, I might be running dry magic-wise but I have improved my physical combat skills. Please go to Aurora and tell her about Nirvaan," she says, then hesitates, before continuing, deciding that it is not the time to push. If Inan wants to hide behind his formalities, he shall have them fully. "Good Hunting, Warder Inan. Dar'eth Shiral."

Familiarity had bloomed between himself and Fen'Harel once, Inan wasn't interested in venturing down that path again. Not yet, anways. "Nirvaan was in the forest fighting a drow when everyone fell apart, I saw a demon catch the Spring chancellor, Laer and Aurora I think are there-" Inan pointed, "and there." He thought it was pertinent that Aurora should know her warder was in danger but he kept this notion to himself, Inan was faithful and loyal, he'd do what the chancellor asked of him. He just wasn't' going to start using her first name now. "I'll find them both and then return to you, my lady."

lainxsolus​:

He could not help but feel a bit of frustration well up inside of him when Robin mentioned that she and Regina had spoken previously.  Frustration quickly transformed into that strange, disconnected feeling he got when people knew of him.  He hated being perceived.  He was just anonymous, a nobody, a silent program running in the background.  “I don’t think the Eye is willing to trust the dumb fuck rednecks they hire as hunters with any crucial information.  But if I can gain access to their network through him, it might lead to something big,” The lycan mused.  It seemed that Robin was holding back as well, refusing to give up any details about her network of spies at the time.  But any information about the elusive organization was powerful, and could spell disaster for their cause if it fell into the wrong hands, so he understood her reluctance to let him in on anything more than what he needed to know. “I’m going to need this hunter’s name.  And yours as well. I’d like to know who I’m working with.” 

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“Perhaps not, but his affiliation to the Eye does give him access to their buildings and technology, does it not? As you said, he serves as the perfect Trojan horse. Blindly loyal as he is, no one would suspect him to being a breach until we frame him for it.” Information and revenge, delivered in one fell swoop once they no longer need Wade to enter the Eye’s servers. He had chosen his side, so she would choose hers and ensure there is nothing familiar he can rely on when she is done with him. That her plan allows her to do so is a benefit, but a secondary one when faced with the true prize she has in mind. In-depth information on the Eye is difficult to attain, even with her own spies, so getting a source which will allow her to get as much information as she needs without worrying about the consequences if Wade is caught is going to be beyond helpful. “The hunter’s name is Wade Calhoun,” Robin says, before placing a hand to her chest and offering the lycan a half bow in greeting. “I am Robin Goodfellow, the Fall Chancellor.”

who? @wintersaurora

where? the winter’s mountains, outside aurora’s cabin

There is little than can be said in times of tragedy, little more that can be done when your friend has gone through the unimaginable. All she can do, when it comes down to it, is ensure Aurora knows she is not alone, despite the tepid water the Courts inhabit, now that they have been exiled from the Otherworld and have to live in a fraction of the space they had once done. Company is a helpful remedy to many an ailment, and company is something she thinks both of them might need, now more than ever. Holding a basket of spoils from the Autumn’s fields under her arm and a bottle of non-alcoholic apple cider on the other, she finds herself in front of Aurora’s cabin. Carefully, she knocks at the door, having made her presence known once she had first approached, but not wanting to cause any panic by her knock. She had enough background knowledge from the aftermath of torture, at least in the academic sense, that she has a vague idea of what the other is going through and she does not want to make her any more unsafe.

“Aurora? It’s Robin, I was wondering if you would like some company,” she offers, allowing space for the other to deny her if she wants to be alone.

who? @assanx​

where? the streets of rome

“Please tell me the next session is to take place, I truly need the amusement,” Robin pleads playfully as she falls into step next to Assan, shoulders not quite tense as her eyes keep flickering around, trying to find members of the Eye amidst the crowd as they walk. With Assan by her side, she feels her shoulders relax, knowing he will have her back, but the paranoia still remains if lessened. There is truly too much happening in Rome with the Eye and the Asphodel and the Drows in the Otherworld, and she desperately needs some time to relax with her best friend. “We left it to such a cliffhanger too, and I am at the edge of my seat.”

wintersaurora​:

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“Wonderful,” she muttered softly. “Next time I come across a terrified mother, family to my dead lover, I will absolutely seek to make a more exploitative promise.” Aurora sighed. She could already hear her father’s voice in her head telling her there was no need for her attitude now. Robin had no idea how many years Aurora had tried little nudges in the right direction for Raja, only to get nowhere. She relaxed her shoulders and sighed, letting the defensive aggression fall away. “If I could ask him if he’d like to know that his entire world was full of the monsters in his nightmares and stories, I’d have done so.” Aurora gazed over at Robin, thoughtful. “You’ve spent as much time in the mortal realm as myself, at the very least. Most of them can be stubbornly blind and those that aren’t…” She trailed away pointedly. It was a slippery slope, one they’d all witnessed. Fear could lead to understanding, but it could also lead to violence.

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“Well, when you word it like that it’s an issue, you make it sound so wrong,” there is a look of mild judgment on Robin’s gaze as she takes a sip from the drink she had swiped from one of the passing servers. “But regardless, my answer would be yes, you should. We are long lived beings, my friend, we need to ensure the promises we make allow us room to be creative. What we believe to be right today, might not be what we believe in tomorrow, after all. Seasons change, and with them the truth. You should know that as well as I do. Sometimes, promises meant to protect, don’t do anything but harm.”

Robin meets Aurora’s thoughtful gaze with a calm one of her own. She understands her struggle, in a way, but at the same time, the things she mentions do not apply here. If she is worried about the man’s future in Rome due to supernatural influences —  Well, ignorance isn’t bliss. That is all that needs to be said, and if phrased delicately, most enemies can become allies.

“Do you fear he is going to react negatively to the news? If so, he can be killed or bound so that he does not harm any supernatural,” she points out, mildly. “And if it is not that. The only thing that could be holding you back is that you are afraid he might look at you differently after. And well, that is no excuse at all, is it? Apologies if I come across as harsh, but this situation is rather worrying.”