"Now That Is An Understatement," Robin Mentions With A Snort, Eyes Falling Away From The Tower And Upon

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.”

"Me," she purrs in agreement, and in a fit of mischief, she stands once more and stalks closer to the wandering fey whose dashing rescue had featured in countless daydreams and wet dreams as well. A slow languid smile graces her lips as she moves, movements feline and predatorial as she approaches the woman she owes a life debt to. Carefully, gently, she raises her hand to place a single finger beneath the other's chin and raises her head just enough so that she can meet her eyes. There is still something ancient and predatory within her eyes— it belongs there after her confirmation as Chancellor and she will not get rid of it — but there is warmth as well, as recognition flickers once more and she finally gets the privilege of drinking in the delicate features adorning the other's face. "I did not get the honor of admiring your beauty, back when you saved me, but now that I have? I can say without a doubt that there was no better high elf to play the role of dashing saviour."

There is something playful to her tone as she speaks, breath fanning over the others cheekbones as she memorizes the depth of her eyes. Then and only then, Robin steps back, breaking the electrifying tension between the two of them as she sits on the edge of her desk and places her hands to her sides.

"Of course I remember, darling. I owe you a life debt, and I am not one to forget that," she informs her, amusement clear even as she makes herself as transparent as possible. "I assume you have a request, if you asked me here in the middle of festivities. In honor to the aforementioned life debt, as long as it is on my hands and it will bring no harm to my people, I will consider fulfilling it."

Thank the Gods the Chancellor was understanding, hopefully as welcoming as the Lunar Chancellor had been to her sibling. But her train of thought abruptly derailed as the cadence of the woman's voice finally hit Hesperia and filled her with a sense of familiarity. Hesperia looked up, straightening slowly as the Chancellor gestured for her to stand. But her eyes and her concentration centered on the familiarity of her face, no longer obscured so much by the dark and gloom of the Otherworld.

It was a fleeting moment, one of darkness and chaos that had enveloped them both. Hesperia was practiced in evasion and hiding, an expert in caring for herself and for her sibling in the worst parts of the Otherworld. There were moments, however, when the path was made clear to her and she knew it would be a particularly difficult one. The Tranquil would be left bound, silent and hidden in a place Hesperia that picked out and enchanted for brief periods of time while the autumn fey went on to scout the trail. Monsters would be dispatched or their presense noted so she could avoid them with her sibling. On one of those very scouting nights she remembered the sensation of nearby fey magic, something she hadn't felt in so long. Hesperia avoided confrontation with the creatures of the Otherworld, if only because she was often not strong enough to dispatch them on her own. So she knew how to evade them but clearly this other fey hadn't been so knowing or so lucky. Hesperia remembered following the trail of bodies left behind of other creatures when finally the sight of her fellow fey came to view, a noble exhausted to the end of her energy by the creatures that had kept finding her.

"You," she blurts out before she could stop herself. What happened to her decorum? Far too long spent away from the Court of the fey. Hesperia's gaze falters with embarrassment from the outburst before she looks back up at Chancellor Robin. "I- I've seen you once, Chancellor. I don't know if you remember... The circumstances weren't ideal."

edeliexii​:

        It’s a troubling situation across the board. Èdelie predicts things will likely become more gruesome as time progresses. While fairly new to all things fey, making the decision to try and destroy the crystal was the right thing to do. The plight she’s beginning to embrace is enough for her to shut down, gnawing at her lesser lip in response to Robin’s recommendation. “I don’t know,” she grumbled under her breath, agitated at the image of her engaging in conflict. “There has to be something we can do where self-defense isn’t necessary. I love… us; I love being a fey, and I’m undoubtedly hurt by what transpired, but this is too much to bear.” And it’s too much to process in such a short amount of time, pondering upon what she can do to help ease the situation. “It’s not my livelihood I have to take into consideration, it’s others I truly care about that need protecting. The question is if doing this is worth it.” Èdelie could promptly evaluation the necessary behavioral decision, imploring the risk factors of it all.

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“I am afraid that it might be impossible to remain in the sidelines,” the words are delivered grimly, lips pressed together into a tight smile as her eyes wander away from the young eladrin. Words form and reform on her mind as the tries to encapsulate the true weight of what they are confronting without scaring the poor dear. Life has never been a fairy tale, and she knows Èdelie is aware of the fact. Robin doesn’t know, however, how well she understands the events on the horizon. Most mortals do not, and she was a mortal a mere months ago. It is heartwarming to see her resolve to help others, her resolve to protect and yet. “Unfortunately dear, it is our livelihood that you should take into consideration. Rome is besieged by enemies, yes, and everyone is at risk, but as an eladrin you are doubly so. Our kind is being hunted as we speak, and while we are setting up our own hunting party to counterattack this, that does not take away the risk for us. “

There is no sign of nervousness as she speaks, even though she would very much like to fidget. Instead, she tilts her head in consideration.

“And truly, Èdelie, we are at the precipice of war with multiple parties, I would dare to say that we are not doing enough, rather than we are doing too much,” the words are grim, but she cannot deny the truth to the young fey,  not when she is struggling to make a vital choice. “So to answer your question, the answer is yes. It is worth it.”

lainxsolus​:

As he patrolled the border between the Lupo’s claim and the Fey’s forest, he could not shake the feeling that he was being watched.  He stopped walking, focusing on his surroundings and quickly picking up on the distinct scent of magic.  Sure enough, a woman emerged from the shroud of fog.  “Who told you that?” Lain asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the eladrin that emerged from the veil of mist.  Paranoia was always in his nature, it came with the territory of his chosen profession.  “Alek isn’t the only one who wants to destroy the Eye,” Lain responded evenly, crossing his arms over his chest. His distrust of Robin was evident, his guard was always up when he was around eladrin. But their species both shared a common enemy that threatened the safety of their people.  “Alright, let’s hear it.  I’m all ears when it comes to intel on those evil fuckers.” 

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“One Miss D’Angelo, she is in Lycan Council and answered my questions when it was clear our interests align,” Robin offers freely, willing to go along his paranoia if it means appeasing it. Altogether, she would prefer to grow past that as quick as possible, but building good relationships with the lycan before her is a priority and she is willing to slow herself down. She needs allies to fuck with the Eye, and she has always been rather patient with those who are worth it. Her relationship with the hunter she is soon going to destroy is proof that she is more than willing to extend her patience to unholy degrees for some. “For the most part, I deal with little birds that are affiliated with the Eye, but it’s hard to get much info from the inside even then. I would give you their name too, but compromising them at this point would lessen our flow of information. What I do have is the name of one particular hunter that I know for sure is connected to the Eye. Compromising him is no issue, as he is not one of mine and he provides a good start if we can access their servers through him. Alas, I am no hacker.”

who? @sanctimoniovs​

where? the graveyard, still

She finds the lycan fighting alone in the middle of a dozen Terrors, and she doesn’t hesitate to jump into the fray, flaming blade sweeping to distract the undead before going into the offensive. Years of experience in combat allow her to accommodate to the man’s fighting style, covering for his weaknesses and ensuring no one gets close enough to take a killing blow. She hums as she fights, crafting a ward against a bunch of covering supernaturals in the corner, and when the barrier comes up, she withdraws her blade, raising her hand instead to create a barrier of fire around them.

“Alrigth, wolfie. What are your thoughts on partnering for the night? I need to make sure as many people get out of here as possible, and you are a pretty good fighter.”

conquestofuriel​:

Time: after midday Location: Probably some empty cafe near the entrance of the Faerie Forest Characters: @thegoodfellow​ & @conquestofuriel​​

The Autumn Chancellor had been a very useful resource, her devotion to her people and her desire to work to achieve their preparedness and protection was akin to Uriel’s desire to put this all danger at an end. Eventually he’d been able to learn that she was instrumental in the fey’s knowledge of The Eye. It had been his luck to get her attention a few weeks past, but now there was more to be discussed.

“Michael’s connections to the Senate and his knowledge and understanding of the people of this city is very fortunate,” he continued after explaining the deal his older brother had brokered with The Senate and The Eye. “I don’t believe your intervention with The Eye will be necessary for some time, Robin… as long as my brethren regain our full strength.” He paused. “Are you aware of what the Senate decided?” He couldn’t imagine that the royal family or nobility didn’t have some insiders into what the Senate was doing, even Robin likely counted among them with her eyes in the human organization.

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There is a distinction between war and conquest, and Robin had taken that distinction to heart once she had learned of it. It had been said distinction that had driven her to make contact with the blessed that was fucking Logon of the Summer Court, despite the instinctive disgust that rose at the thought. Fen’harel might have been a traitor but they had been a member of her court, and yet the blessed had chosen to brush aside their laws for his own pleasure and satisfaction. It is rather bothersome to work with such a senseless individual, but a must is a must. Better to have the blessed at their side than against them.

“To deal with Pythia? Perhaps, but sooner or later the Eye will turn their back on whatever deal he has made,” Robin informs him mildly as she sips from the drink she had acquired from within the closed cafe. “I sorely hope you are right, Uriel, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. They might have released people here in Rome, but there are hundreds of bases all across the world. They might have made peace here, but that doesn’t mean they have stopped,” she says, although she does not think the blessed will care all that much about that particular detail. “I am aware that they are to work together against Asphodel, yes. Why do you ask?”

"Let's merely agree that we could both learn from the other," Robin ends the matter with a huff of amusement at his denial. That the maker of humanity didn't believe himself to have something worth teaching speaks either of a great deal of humility or a shattered ego. Neither of the options were particularly pleasing, but she would rather it be the first. After all, she had decided to welcome all those demigods that descended from a member of her court upon their forests and treat them as her citizens. And yet, too much humility could be a rather dangerous thing for Prometheus if he is to remain in the courts. "Do feel free to stay for as long as you want, all descendants of the Dusk Court are welcome to live in my court. Be warned, however, only those with clairvoyance should feel welcome to venture off the marked path. Without it, you might anger the forest."

Morbid amusement is not something she doesn’t feel often, merely because she rather not waste time in something of the sort. Robin has to admit, however, as dramatically idiotic she is finding the Spring Chancellor’s actions, they are sort of amusing. Only as far as she doesn’t interpret them for a call for help, which she unfortunately does. It’s odd, truly, how five months wandering through the Otherworld after graduating had caused her to miss so many developments, how many of her birds had flocked to her doors with secrets about the Eye once she had stepped in Rome for the first time in six years. To hear that Titania is imprisoned is disheartening, to hear of the antics of the Spring Chancellor? Disappointing. And yet, she is a mere youngling, noble but not a Chancellor. She doubts Zahrya would listen to her if she were to talk to him, so instead, she chooses to default to humor in situations like this.

“You know,” she says, voice crossing the distance with a touch of her magic. “I am beginning to think you need to get boned, Chancellor.”

Getting fucked might not fix whatever the hell is going on his head, but at least it should call him down.

where: the ballroom who: open to all | @senatusstarters​

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Tonight, Zahrya needn’t entertain any suggestion that his changelings are somehow an affront. It matters not what the party goers think or what “bad memories” the sight of a changeling might conjure. He is there simply to ensure no one left this party ignorant to the truth: this paltry affair was nothing compared to the masquerade hosted by himself and the other chancellors. From the second he wove his being into the changeling’s, he felt a sense of liberation he’s come to long for thanks his new fey security policy. With liberation comes inhibition. He’s roared in the faces of countless guests, “accidentally” knocked partygoers off their feet, and even disrupted a couple of the entertainment displays. Zahrya has never participated in Halloween before this night, but the way his cackles contort from the changeling’s mouth on his behalf prove he is indeed enjoying himself. 

who? @wintersaurora @zahryaofspring @chancellorxlaer where? rome when? after the power rangers depowered notes: not a four way dw, it's just a general open for the three of you

"There you are," a sigh of relief leaves her lips as she reaches her fellow Chancellor. Inan had given her an overview of the situation, but their plan has been set and they require the Titan's strength to continue. Tamlen's death is a tragedy, and she worries they won't be able to continue without him, worries that Thanatos cancelling death will not apply to their kind and they have lost yet another one individual. But she cannot think like that, not when every minute is essential and she has to find the other Chancellors in order to determine if they can proceed as planned or adjust. "Do you know where the others fell?"

who? @alekgray

where? the boundary between the King’s Forest and New Rome

“I kept an eye out during Mercuralia, but they are truly getting awfully bold now that the Senate has allied with them,” Robin mentions idly as she steps out of the woods and closer to Alek, a disgruntled look on her face even as she nods politely to the Alpha. They are here to talk business, after all, and she is not Zahrya. It is amusing to see him petting the Lycans, almost tempting to do the same at times, but there is a time and a place for everything, and she doubts Alek would be as enthused with her petting as he is with Zahrya’s. Their bond is rather different to her connection with the Alpha, after all. “Most of that technology was new too.”