"Lying Suits You Well, Does It Not?" There Is No Judgment On Her Voice, Overfilled With Amusement As

chancellorxlaer​:

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Matters of Fall weren’t really his concern, but a threat to one of the chancellors was a threat to all of them. “You should brush up on your combat skills as well, we’re at war, you set the tone for your court. If you can’t hold your own, someone will replace you.” It’s not a warning or a threat, just a word of caution that reputation was everything, if and when (because with fey it was always a matter of when) word got out that Robin had been bested by a single mortal man, it might not end well for her. Laer returned to the task of adjusting some of the aesthetics of his court, the castle in the sky that loomed ever present over the barren wasteland of Summer’s sands below. A very clear metaphor for the ego of eladrins. “Let me know if I can support you in any way, Summer is always here.” 

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“Any recommendations on who to turn to? I had considered a good enough fighter, but it is clear to me that I need to be better, and a teacher is always appreciated on these situations,” Robin comments, usual levity gone from her tone as she goes through the list of people she knows would provide help. If it were up to her, she would ask Aurora for help, but the Winter Chancellor is rather too busy for that. She hopes that Laer might have a suggestion or two, because despite her own lack of aspirations for leadership in the past, now that she has been given the position of Chancellor, she refuses to be deemed a failure. Not when she is making an effort to be better.

who? @wintersaurora​

where? the winter court, aurora’s private sitting room

“You know what, darling? I take back everything I have said over the years regarding your behavior when it comes to the chancellorship,” Robin slides into the room without much of an invitation, used to coming and going around Aurora because of her friendship. Her one month as a chancellor had been enough of a lesson, and she felt the need to retract words she had allowed to slip through the years due to her confrontational demeanor. “Instead I must praise you for handling the work as stellar as you did without becoming jaded. I must admit that this is much more challenging than I anticipated, despite it being equally rewarding.”

alekgray​:

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Fey and their fucking tricks. Bound through deals and contracts, that just sounded great. Useful, maybe, but that didn’t mean Alek had to like it. “I wouldn’t be surprised, they’re all over, aren’t they?” The lycan stated simplistically, considering their tech and their guns and their equipment it stood to reason that they had to be getting their materials from elsewhere. Manufacturing probably happened elsewhere too, for all their flexing of power Alek had to wonder how much of their development was being poured into it. “I’ve smelled them in there, in the Otherworld. It’s faint, but they’re there enough.” Alek had to wonder how they were getting there, but that might as well have been another fire entirely. “What are you thinking?”

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“Like cockroaches,” she echoes the sentiment with a scowl. Too many laboratories, too few of her spies to count them all. The entire ordeal is beyond frustrating, but she realizes she has time. Something the lycan before her is sorely lacking, or would have been were he not rumored to be a volatile. A ruthless choice, but one well suited for a man meaning to go to war with an organization almost as old as humanity. “You have?” She had been concerned, but the confirmation of it all is even worse when it comes from someone as well acquainted with the Eye as the former experiment. “I am thinking that the best case scenario is that they have found a door into the Otherworld. The worst case? They made one. It would imply that they do not only rely on technology, but that they also have an in-depth understanding of magic beyond that which they got from stealing from Theneras.”

who? @arastirmacii where? near the gladiator contest

Robin had been unable to look away from the gladiator contest since it had started, too delighted by the sheer violence of the fistfight to look away. There is something rather fascinating about the raw violence within the bodies of these twinks, and how even with it they are nothing in comparison to the human woman's anger. It is rather stunning, so she walks up to her after the event, not acknowledging the niggling feeling that there was something that wasn't quite right.

"Congratulations, you did very well in comparison to everyone else."

who? @lainxsolus​

where? the boundary between new rome and the forest

“I have heard you are quite good at technology,” Robin mentions coming out of the mist to nod at the lycan, Lain Solus if she had heard correctly. She had asked Zahrya first, of a tech adept lycan, then ran into one of the Lycan Council members, one Regina D’Angelo, and she had been pointed his way. For now, there is little clue on where to start attacking the Eye, and despite the clear connection she has with Wade, she has never been one for human technology beyond the every day uses. She needed a hacker, and there just happens to be one amidst the pack? How lucky of her. “I have a proposition to make. A job, really, and one that aligns nicely with your alpha’s desire to raze the Eye to the ground.”

wadecalhoun​:

          He’d not been privy to the mysticism of the Otherworld before, had been prepared for it by The Eye’s admissions, but the Archer had never seen it firsthand. He’d not know, inherently, if this was some infernal place disguised as the realm, but it certainly felt embedded with irrefutable malfeasance, a suffocating miasma of death which clouded the two. “So, the Otherworld wouldn’t be so littered with bodies, yeah?” It sounds like a cold and calloused inquiry and Wade’s expression is grim as he looks down upon the soulless cadavers that litter the woodsy floor. Though he’s a bit hopeless in the brains department in lieu of any brawn, Wade peers around the shadowy realm, nods at Robin in finality, “Well, even if it’s a fake place parading around as the Otherworld, it’ll have to mirror it, then. Wouldn’t you know of some exit in the real place?” An unrealistic solution but they’d have to try.

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“Not quite, it’s inhabitants would have eaten them before long,” Robin says as she observes the bodies more closely with narrowed eyes. She had traveled the area around the Courts enough times to know that the Otherworld was a dangerous place, but one in which predators did not falter when it came to devouring their prey. “The Otherworld is a rather dangerous place, however, so I recommend you keep an eye out as I will likely have a hard time protecting us.” Then, she tilts her head in consideration as she thinks his words through. She has a basic sense of recognition of the area, so she would likely be able to guide them to one of the exists she knows if they are lucky. “Perhaps, and it is worth a shot. I believe there is a exit nearby, but we might have to search for it as I have only been on this area’s counterpart a few times.”

TATI GABRIELLE Uncharted (2022) dir. Ruben Fleischer

This is very exciting news

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"If that is how you feel, there is nothing else to say about it. However, if you ever need my aid in this matter, I will do so freely, as a repayment for the transparency." There is something rotten about having to word their relationship as transactional, but there is a desire to respect Inan's boundaries and they have time to build on the fragile trust he had chosen to extend to her after Fen'harel's betrayal. "I will, yes. I am curious to see what this Count is capable on this matter. You?"