Who? @meryasek Where? Laurelin, Audulë  Notes: Doing The Randomize Top Songs Thing And Got Raise Hell

"I suppose you are right, and yet, I had to try," she muses, a rueful twist to her lips that is quickly wiped away as she laughs softly and gives her companion a quick nod. Subtly, she gestures to the walls. Where Yavie's twinkling stars ended, her luminescent fungi began. They snaked up the walls, weaving up the walls and mixing in the decorations as they pulsed in rhytmn with the music. "Aside from my delightful presence? And my own to cents to the decor? If you go to the drinks table, there is one punch that is my special brew. I have had to spell it to stop most from drinking it, though, it came out quite strong," she admits with a Cheshire grin as she brings her flask to her lips and takes a long sip. "I considered adding some spores to spice up the circumstances, in Zahrya's honor, but I did not know if he is preparing something similar for spring."

She wasn't wrong, it certainly shone brighter than anything else here, more interesting here. He'd saved enough to line some of his attire with it as well, Yavie didn't want to be mistaken for the other creatures here, not that he could. "You? In the Astral?" Yavie smiled at that, "That wouldn't be a good idea." It wasn't a place to be taken lightly, though he could appreciate her curiosity, somehow Yavie imagined that the two of them would have a great deal of fun together. "Did you bring anything to the party?" The trickster was the Queen of her games, even though her season had waned he had high hopes for her.

sanctimoniovs​:

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Burak recognized her almost immediately. The Eladrin that has continued to get in his way in his search for the Eye. Time and time again, they ended up at the same point of where they’d been tipped off too. In part, he knew that it wasn’t her fault nor her doing that prevented him from the knowledge that he sought, but he would still blame her, anyway. For who else could his blame lie with? Yet — he was favorable for the help she lent, as terrors and creatures alike were decimated under her power. “Fine, but don’t even think about getting in my way,” he shot back, the axe he’d brought to accompany his costume already covered in the blood of their enemies. 

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“I would be getting on your way?” The look she sends him is incredulous as she allows the wall of flame to drop just as she jumps forward, sword sweeping in an arc to take a couple of terror’s heads in the process. Perhaps she can understand the lycan’s annoyance, as the two of them have been finding themselves following the same leads regarding the Eye and losing important preys due to their coincidental meetings, and yet, she cannot be annoyed. Not when she is amused and mildly endeared instead. It is always good to have more people bend on the Eye’s destruction as she is, even if said people are arrogant as him. “Really?”

who? @yaviefey where? the last bean notes: they are getting some pumpkin spice lattes <3

"I must thank you for your presence at the festivities," Robin nods at the former Autumn Fey as she approaches the table he has taken for himself. She had heard of the change, the Council of Elders whispering legends of Astral elf and what it meant for Yavie the change, but she had not believed them until her eyes had fallen upon him on the festivities and she had not found the call of Autumn on him. It is a loss keenly felt, but not as much as that of Farenduil, for Yavie remains untouched by mortality in the same Farenduil has been infected. "I had assumed that you would take the opportunity that make a proper clean break, and truly, I would not have blamed you for it."

Unlike so many, Robin had been lucky. Fen'harel had never attempted to sink their claws on her, her apparent foolishness and lack of presence within the Autumn Court as she traveled through the Otherworld keeping her out of the realm of influence of the Dread Wolf. Many of the others had not the luck, and she did not blame the resentment that had festered on them, seeded by the traitors hand.

"Do tell, was it to your liking?"

Tati Gabrielle

who? @thanatcsx where? Robin's residence, the Autumn Fields

Before her lays a lavish table, offerings weighting upon it, each more delicious than the last. A feast fit for a king, a welcome fit for a god. The rumors are true, she has found, Death walks amongst Roman and countrymen. After her acceptance by the Múkēs Holt, her council had advised her to reach out to the ancient being, the one that had been spotted amidst the satyr's sordid festivities. With how her domain of influence bowed to his, she could not deny the wisdom on the advice, not when rot and decay followed Death and fed on the corpses of those He collected. She would be remiss not to make contact, and truly, she was rather interested on meeting the god as it is. Leaning back against her seat, Robin gives the table set for the two of them critically, smiling as Genise makes her presence known from the fireplace where she slumbers.

Homely, yet dignified. It is not a feast on the level of Antiquity, but that can come later. For now, she merely wants to introduce herself to the god, merely wants to give him the awareness of her acceptance into her role and what it meant.

"Master of Secrets, Lord of the Sacred Lands, Inpu," Robin's voice resonate as she swirls the goblet on her hand. "Death, I welcome you upon my Autumn's Fields, upon my hearth. I invite you to join me on consuming the fruits of my courts labor. Step into my home, and enjoy my hospitality, He Who Is In The Place of Embalming, my table has been laid for you."

Rumors are a currency, both inside and outside the Eye. Rumors she had heard, regarding Aurora, Farenduil and a pair of faiman twins. Nothing concrete, but enough to pique her curiosity. Enough for it to rise without her permission, enough for her to be interested.  The rumors involved two of her dearest friends, after all, and she had always been one desperate to know more in hopes of using everything she has to protect those she cares. That is what draws her to the blonde faiman when she sees her, that and the tug of her gut urging her to go on.

“Perhaps,” she says with a nod, choosing for a direct approach rather than subtlety. “I am a friend of Farenduil and I only wanted to confirm if you were his child.”

@thegoodfellow​ location: royal wedding notes: one starter of robin being a snoop, as requested

The bar was fully loaded though she got a weird look when she asked for something without any blood in it. Considering the crowd, Emma imagined that was an uncommon request tonight. Still, tequila made its way towards her and the faiman tipped it to her lips and emptied it down. Aware only when it was gone that someone was hovering, Emma looked towards the eladrin and cocked a brow, “Can I help you with something?”

                   strike me, again… 

                                   ( my wounds heal over with STEEL )

                                        ( my bones mend into STONE )

                             strike me, again, and your hand will  b r e a k

                             ( my body is no longer only flesh and blood ) 

                                   strike me, a g a i n, and you will learn…

Her presence on the Winter Solstice chiding is not required, but she can read between the lines and knows how highly encouraged it is. The Courts need to believe that there is nothing wrong, they need to believe the Chancellors are calm and carefree. Robin can act the part, but truly, her eyes keep flitting around the crowd, looking out for any attack or any of the sort. Despite her worry, Mery’s presence is more than welcomed. It’s been months, but it is always a relief to see him whole and hearty after Halloween. A smile on her lips, she reaches out with one hand and gives him a half hug before looking down at his drink with curiosity.

“What did you get? I haven’t gotten around to get anything just yet,” she says idly, eyes flickering around the crowd once more before returning to Mery as she grimaces. “Please, don’t say the p-word. I think I am going to pavlov train myself to gag at it by accident. It’s interesting and all but there is so much of it.”

@thegoodfellow​

Mery had only recently left the Spring Court for the party, and while he was usually in high spirits, his anxiety was through the roof at the moment. It wasn’t until he spotted a familiar face that some of it relented, and the eladrin weaved his way through the crowd untouched and unseen until he was in front of Robin with a smile on his face. “Cheers? I found a drink finally, and it’s not near as good as what I could make back home, but it’ll do for our mini celebration of your promotion. Enjoy the paperwork. I hear it’s magical but still not that fun.”

"I am no fool, Wade Calhoun," she tells him coldly, but almost invitingly. In the end, she desires for him to take his chance, to attempt a culmination of their conflict, so she can have the excuse to retaliate finally once and for all and altogether destroy what makes him him. Death is far too much of a blessing for a man like him, and it is not what expects him if he falls on her clutches. Perhaps a changeling fate awaits him, hunting and maiming those he holds dear. Perhaps eternal rot, his body being eaten molecule by molecule before being put together again. Perhaps, a return to his mushroom form, a slow suffocation that slowly destroys his ability to think until he becomes a doll on her hands. She simply cannot decide, all the options as tempting as ever. "I have never been anything but who I am, Calhoun. You must forget, my kind is older than humanity, we have never been human. I held fondness for your species, yes, desired for peace between us. You have changed my mind, however, as you became an ambassador of all that you hate. I hope you know, the abomination that killed your family would be proud of what you have become, and he likely awaits you on the depths of what is left of the Inferno, awaiting for your inevitable transition into demonhood. For make no mistake, you will become a demon if you continue on this path."

Robin was a mirrored image to a life of tenderness; where once he felt limited to his humanity, Rome had soured and changed that. She taught him faultlessly of the demons in this world not knowing what he'd become when allowing him to pursue such vengeful acts. Hatred bled into his heart, fused into the entirety of his being; there'd be no turning back from the path set before him, the Archer had set ablaze his former ties. Even his family, plenty of his closest friends; Wade had chose to threaten them and evade them rather than settling for their differences. To him, to the newly established Darkfriend, there were no compromises when it came to these creatures. He couldn't say Lilith was different, spliced between any strange affection he felt for the First Demon was that petulant hatred that arose at the thought of their dalliance. They both kept each other at arms length at the end of the day and it was perhaps the only distinction. Wade laughed, a casual rendition considering the very public place, but his voice lowered, gravelly with animosity, "If I were to get another chance, you'd choke on your words." He leaned in as though sharing a sordid secret, "Strange how you talk about how I've changed, you're filling your own shoes well." This vision of a monstrosity he created for her, it was the only way Wade could allow himself to feel hatred for his former friend on his betrayal, "But get your last laughs in while you still can, Robin." A grin pulled at his expression as he leaned back, arms settling behind his head.