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Aes Sídhe

Aes Sídhe

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A world on the brink of chaos just behind the veil. Only the rightful heir can return the courts to peace, but even with help, will they be able to cross the treacherous fae lands in time?

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          The Lord of the High Court heard the murmur of death in his chambers. It unfurled from his lips with each fall of his chest, enrapturing the small audience of Fey that stood by his bed. They held their breaths, as if mimicking the stillness to which he would soon succumb.

          “My lord,” said his advisor. “Who will ascend the throne?”

          At the question, a man cloaked in saffron fur lowered his head. The curl of his lips was nearly imperceptible and might have been mistaken for a grimace. Afterall, it was not the occasion to smile. The High Lord had sustained fatal injuries from a hunting incident. It was this man himself who had braved the same fate to save his elder brother from immediate demise. Thus, it appeared strange that his expression would sour like spoiled fruit as the High Lord uttered his final words.

          “My child,” the Lord whispered at last. “Find my child.”




          The abrupt death of Lord Gawain Kranan of the High Court cleaved the Fey in two. Having left no indisputable heir, his younger brother rose to the throne. Yet where the late king had been fair and just, Thecaryn Kranan was brutal and reputed for his savagery upon the battlefield. The slavery of humans, which had been a rare but accepted practice before, now became mundane. The Fey who had strength or prestige were granted reign over the weaker Fey. War was imminent.

          Fearing for what might befall the courts, the advisor to the late king—Othorian Daetris—approached the High Lords and Ladies of each court, devising a plan. They would gather a team of Seekers comprised of the greatest warriors and academics from each of the four courts—Summer, Winter, High and Dark. Together, they would seek Gawain’s child, a Halfling of human and Fey descent who was, to some, the rightful heir to the High Court. They were given three cycles of the moon to discover and persuade this child to return to the Fey realms and contest Thecaryn’s rule. They knew little of Gawain’s offspring, only that they were one of a number of Halflings scattered across New York City.

          Halflings were the product of human and Fey unions. They were immune to glamours, being able to see the Fey who appeared invisible to mortals unless the fairy willed it otherwise. They saw through the glamours fairies wore, which allowed them to appear to humans as anyone they wished. Though their powers were not as great as the purebred Fey, they were immune to the debilitating and agonising effects of iron—and they could lie.

          When the Seekers arrived on Earth, it became apparent that in a world divided, they possessed scarcely any knowledge of the human realm. Thus they sought Fey of legend amongst the exiles and misfits who had abandoned the their home years—if not centuries—ago to live amongst humans. They sought the most notorious and the most powerful of the Exiles, hoping to persuade them to assist in saving the very courts that had forsaken them.

          Our story begins on the eve of 2018.


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                This roleplay is a conglomerate of various fantasy books and fairy lore. As such, there are facets of this world that might differ from what you classically know. For example, our Fey are vulnerable to iron, cannot lie, and will get drunk from honey, but they cannot be possessed to do as one wishes by summoning their true name. They’re also not the size of thumbs unless otherwise stated. If you’re uncertain, please ask one of our friendly neighbourhood GMs.

                God-modding is not permitted. When selecting powers, be aware that their secondary powers will not be very strong. Halflings will not be aware of their powers until the start of the RP. Halfling powers, primary or not, will also not be as strong as full fae, even when fully trained.

                More information will be provided on fae powers and how they may function in the OOC in time.

                Provide a faceclaim and an RP role when reserving your character/s in the OOC thread. If you’re uncertain of the latter, you can leave that out for now. Tell us what primary power you wish for your character so that we may inform you of its viability. We also reserve the right to ask for a change of faceclaim for whatever reason. (If you need any suggestions, don’t hesitate to ask!) For Exiles and Seekers, tell us what court they will belong to. All Halflings will be of the High Court.

                Whilst we would love to have everyone, the limited spots available necessitates some selectivity. Characters will be judged on the basis of their originality, compatibility with the RP, and the finesse of your writing. Multiple reservations are possible for each role. Also, we'd like to keep the gender ratio even, so please keep that in mind when reserving.

                As this is an advanced roleplay, a minimum of 500 words is expected, but if you can’t always reach that goal, don’t worry! As long as there’s no consistent slacking off lol.

                This is a mature roleplay, so expect possible violence, strong language and sexual content that remain within the boundaries of Gateway’s rules.

                A GM’s word is law. Though we don’t expect the war to extend beyond the Fey Courts, we nonetheless emphasise the need for cooperation and mutual respect. If there is conflict, you are encouraged to contact us so that we may assist you as best we can. We endeavor to be fair and just moderators. That’s all for now! To verify you’ve read the rules, please tell us what court you’d belong to in transparent text.

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Character Portrait: Orhien Naena Character Portrait: Amaya Kyotsuki Character Portrait: Mariko Kimura Character Portrait: Kazimír Šťastný Character Portrait: Aurora Kinski Character Portrait: Ryu Se-Ri Character Portrait: Alize Morleaú Character Portrait: Cullen Lawrence Character Portrait: Kelvin Woods Character Portrait: Petunia Griffin Character Portrait: Illyana Bárány Character Portrait: Ryu Yeong Character Portrait: Tae Jeong Character Portrait: Lilith Averescu
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xxxxxxThe moon released its cold, blue breath. Her sisters followed; speckles of starlight coming to life across the cold expanse overhead. And like a milky way on earth, the faelights that hovered untethered to mortal devices illuminated a path deep into the woods. Human passersby steered clear of the forest that emanated terror and demise, ushered away by a cleverly crafted glamour.
xxxxxxThose that dared venture into the sprawling canopies and distant shadows would find a mirage—an illusion that broke like water when prodded. And through this unseen wall—magic. For on the final night of every year, exiles and Fey without allegiance—or "freefolk," as was polite to call them—gathered in the fringes of New York City to celebrate the end of the earth's rotation.
xxxxxxThrough the veil were colours unseen by the human eye. Beads of light hung from the branches of ancient trees, their fingertips caressing the tips of faerie wings. A river snaked through the celebrations, spelled to bubble with a thick and cloying liquid of darkest gold.
xxxxxxFey danced to music that swelled like waves and descended in waterfalls. An alluring flute murmured its tune from the fingers of a sylph, urging lost humans to dance their worries away. Until their feet blistered, bled, and broke.
xxxxxxThe couples and groups twirling to the symphony were immune to such temptations, as they, too, had been forged of impossible things. A little blue boy giggled in his mother's arms as she twirled him 'round and 'round, her lips peeling back to reveal small, pointy teeth that could shatter human bones. Another girl blushed, her skin morphing into the emeralds and mahoganies of the trees behind her as if she could disappear into the belly of a trunk.
xxxxxx"Oi, watch it!" shouted a man—who was also a goat. Thankfully, from the waist down. He glared over his shoulder at the rather ordinary looking fellow stumbling past him. The subject of his distaste grunted and waved his mug of honeyed tea, its contents sloshing over the sides and between his fingers.
xxxxxx"S'ry," he murmured, scrunching his nose. Suddenly, a sneeze erupted from him, the strength of it tossing him backward into a crate of candied apples and lifting the skirts of some wayward ladies. They squealed, sending of breath of frigid air that melded his hand to his mug.
xxxxxx"Oh, come on," he groaned, rolling onto his side and falling to the dirt. He blinked. And squeezed his eyes shut. Opened them. Closed. For surely, he must be mistaken. Or inebriated.
xxxxxxFor through the thicket of bushes and leaves, a set of ruby orbs peered into the revelry. But before the man could yell, the redcap scuttled away into darkness, leaving only a murky memory in its wake.

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xxxxxxAmaya peered through the lens of her microscope at the bronze watch on her worktop. Joji hummed overhead, the tremble and thump of his synth filling the old antique store with contemporary music. Amaya exhaled to his croon, and wiggled the burnisher into the bezel of the old watch.
xxxxxx"Hey grand- Shit!" A cacophony of tumbling wood and smashing metal followed his expletives, ending with the sharp punctuation of his pained wail. "Ow, ow, ow!"
xxxxxxAmaya did not look up from her work as she said, "That's $6,410 worth of priceless artifacts you just knocked over."
xxxxxx"My femur! My femur!"
xxxxxx"Is decidedly less valuable," she murmured, slipping the watch's crystal face over the dial. "What are you doing in my shop, Ishaan?"
xxxxxx"What most people do in shops? Buy things?" Ishaan emerged from behind a glass cabinet stuffed with various deadly instruments and one too many skulls. "Though I can't imagine how anyone finds anything in this place. When was the last time you organised?"
xxxxxx"It's organised."
xxxxxxIshaan looked around him at the various texts and materials littered throughout the store, all of which seemed to have been placed without reason. A cluster of feathered pens sat beside a fraying Jack-o'-lantern; a pile of rare manuscripts were poised precariously atop a sealed bottle of indiscernible liquid; a frightening puppet with only one eye hung beside a brilliant chandelier of molten gold.
xxxxxx"Right," said Ishaan.
xxxxxx"Well?" Amaya prodded. "Out with it."
xxxxxx"We need Pandora's Box for the New Year's celebrations."
xxxxxxAmaya lifted her head to pin Ishaan with her black stare. She raised a brow. "Do you?"
xxxxxx"Well, yes. Obviously. Because I just said-"
xxxxxx"It was a rhetorical question."
xxxxxx"Oh."
xxxxxxMoments passed, the silence interjected only by the soft ticking of the watch Amaya held in her hands.
xxxxxx"Soooo..." Ishaan began. "Can you do it?"
xxxxxx"Yes."
xxxxxx"Will you do it?" he clarified.
xxxxxx"What happened to the box I gave you last year?"
xxxxxx"Uh..." Ishaan smiled sheepishly. "We broke it."
xxxxxx"How?"
xxxxxx"Gertrude was gassy."
xxxxxx"That literally explains nothing."
xxxxxx"Gertrude is part orc."
xxxxxx"Oh. That explains everything." They shared a slow nod of understanding. Without warning, Amaya stood, wiping her hands on the cloth strewn over her chair. "Don't break anything or I'll sell your organs on the black market to make up my losses."
xxxxxxAmaya glided between the mountain of objects seemingly without care as Ishaan tiptoed behind her. She ducked, disappearing into a narrow passageway that opened up to reveal a marginally wider door. She twisted the handle and stepped in.
xxxxxx"You don't lock it?" Ishaan asked.
xxxxxx"Why? Would you steal from me?" she replied.
xxxxxx"N-no. Geez. Of course not. Please stop looking at me.”
xxxxxxA flood of cold air greeted them. Colder even than the Winter beyond the store's four walls. The room glowed with an eerie blue light. This was Amaya's real collection. The priceless Fey objects and relics beyond the innocuous storefront that declared this place the Home of Intangible Things.
xxxxxxPotions swirling with incandescent hues perched on shelves etched with ancient runes; a wiry potted plant emitted an eerie glow in a corner; a book whose cover shifted with every minute hovered within a glass dome. Yet Amaya ignored all these as she approached a box the size of her palm. She lifted it, peeling back the velvet cloth that encased it.
xxxxxx"Here," she said. "You'll owe me a favour for this."
xxxxxx"Yeah, yeah. I know the rules. But," he chewed his lip, "we were actually hoping for another favour from you. Could you, maybe, attend the celebrations and call upon the box yourself? Its sister was so unruly last year. We had no idea how to get it back in once we'd opened it."
xxxxxx"Put three objects of personal value into the box and call-"
xxxxxx"Yeah, we got your instructions last time. But those rascals inside are hard to wrestle."
xxxxxx"You'll have to pay extra."
xxxxxx"Already on it." Ishaan waved his arm. "My sister has a gem from one of the late king's crowns. So, deal?"
xxxxxxAmaya tilted her head, fixing him with her stare. "Deal."

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xxxxxxThe box held within it collective memories—whispers of another time before the courts had been forged and anarchy reigned. Four powerful faeries had gathered to forge an alliance, carving into a map the lines of their rule. The Courts embodied the balance of the natural world. The seasonal courts—Summer and Winter—would share the earth's cycle, shifting their power to reflect changes in the climate. The courts of Dark and High would create chaos and maintain order, so that the world would not fall into excess. A High Lady or Lord would command each court, with their mates at their side.
xxxxxxAmaya stood at the centre of a clearing, where a crowd had gathered in anticipation of the night's ritual. The midnight hour neared.
xxxxxxA strand of alabaster hair fluttered into Amaya’s line of vision. She beat her papery wings and the small gust that followed lifted her hair from her face. Her off-the-shoulder dress swished around her ankles, their opal colours changing in the dim light that emanated from the faelights.
xxxxxxAmaya paid her audience no head as she twisted the box’s moving parts, spinning the sundial leftward until—like a setting sun that had met its end—it was eclipsed by a silver moon. She spun both ends of the box until the flourishing green tress met its barren twin on the other side.
xxxxxxPandora’s box unlocked.
xxxxxxA burst of red light blinded the Fey, and when it retreated, a chorus of cheers rose from them. Scarlet figures of smoke and vapour danced above their heads, wielding small swords and spinning in skirts that left faint trails behind them. The musicians began their symphony.
xxxxxxAmaya tilted her head upwards to watch the memories unfurl, her eyelids fluttering shut against their brilliance. The glow of the figures bounced off the crescent moon on her forehead, the curved mark scattering the colours into a kaleidoscopic dance.
xxxxxxSuddenly, a small red dancer turned and screamed.
xxxxxxAmaya's eyes snapped open. She turned as the people forged of red smoke raced with a fervour, screeching as they fought to return to their box. Large figures of flesh and bone rose behind them, their forearms encased in metal, their faces cloaked in armour. They wore the uniforms of the High Court's royal guard—a legion sworn to protect the faerie on the throne—but their magic did not solely belong to the High Court. A faerie with a swarm of straw-blonde hair threw a column of flame into the throngs of Fey fleeing the woods.
xxxxxx"Give us the Halflings," called a woman in copper armour. "And we might consider granting you exiles and traitors a merciful death."
xxxxxxAmaya had stilled, enraptured by the woman's familiar form, and the emerald eyes that peered from the slit in her helmet. Airell. The girl had been her friend, once. Or as close to a friend as one could find when one was imprisoned in a tower.
xxxxxxThe luck fae had warned her of this. Kazimír Šťastný. He had told her of the late king's downfall and her role in his child's resurrection. He had said with some mirth that she owed him a debt. He had saved her life, he'd claimed. When he was just a child, and she the prisoner of the High Lady of the Dark Court. She had not wanted to believe him, but she did remember him. The small boy with smaller antlers who had come to her cell and offered her luck.
xxxxxx"Feykiller," Airell intoned. "I did not expect to see you. Today must be my lucky day."
xxxxxxAmaya turned and ran.
xxxxxx"Fleeing again, are we?" Airell called out. "Where is the Blood Moon our keepers worshipped?"
xxxxxxAmaya darted between the trees, whizzing left and right until Airell's flames vanished behind her.
xxxxxxA little blue girl collapsed to her knees. "Mama!" she wailed. "Mama!" But the Fey around her did not stop. They had become cruel in their haste to survive.
xxxxxx"Hold on to me," Amaya barked. She wrapped her arms around the small girl, who clung to her with a grip that was unexpected of such a small creature, and ran.
xxxxxx"This way!" she called out to the faeries fleeing aimlessly through the woods. "There's a path that leads out of the forest into a human Walmart and cave on the way should we need to hide. Follow the trees with the crawling vines and blue flowers until you near a small ravine. Quickly. Quietly."
xxxxxxThe Fey stumbled through the darkened woods, a petite Summer faerie emitting a tentative glow to illuminate their path. Amaya looked over her shoulder to see the faeries who had stayed behind to fight the invasion, and those who were sprawled on the ground. They were much too still.
xxxxxx"Found you."
xxxxxxAmaya twisted, flinging the small child forward and into the thicket—better bruised than dead—as Airell lobbed a dozen black arrows toward her with nothing but a thought.

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Character Portrait: Alize Morleaú
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INTO THE REALM OF ALWAYS LOOKING BEHIND YOUR BACK.

"Hannah? Yeah, it's Alexei. Um... I need to go away for a while. Well, I'm not quite sure when I'm coming back. You could do that, what does leasing mean? Oh, okay. Yeah. Oh, the cat? She's uh, I was- I was watching her for my sister. She'll be leaving with me. I'm sorry, Tuna is a great cat. Haha, I'll see what my sister says when I get back from my trip. Alright. I gotta get going. Thanks, Hannah. Bye."

The last shred of Alexei Morant ended with that phone call. Alize crossed through the veil back into the realm of fae, where the chill that ran down his spine was not of his own coldness. He had to stop himself from looking over his shoulder expecting someone to be there. He'd managed to stop himself from doing that.

The party of faes was glittering. He'd seen some of these faes, plenty of them, but he wasn't the only smuggler in the realm, just the best. Criminals of the realm, or faes on their last legs, some would be here now pretending that the life they had before never happened. If only he could do the same. Alize had forsaken the "free folk", accepting isolation and rotating door of roommates as his new people. Hannah has been the only one who knew him as more than their quiet roommate who always paid the rent on time.

A cup of honey slipped into his hand within the first few minutes, and he calmed the rumbling storm in his belly with the golden liquid. If he had to shake the glamour from his bones and adorn the eyes that had last looked on him in fear, he needed more than just his own strength. And the honeyed drink was sweet on his lips, urging him for more.

Alize didn't know why he was here. He knew what had surpassed the last few days. A fae he knew from days before he realized he didn't deserve warmth, Lilith Averescu, had come to him with the idea of adventure and finding the lost child of Gawain. He wouldn't be proud to admit it, but it was the idea of having a friend again that brought him to the back of the pack, though he still wasn't sure he could fight as they wanted. There was a time when blood against his chest would have made him proud, because he knew that he would make his father proud.

He didn't want to be back in the Winter Courts, but Earth wasn't that great either. It was here, in the middle of fae and humanity, that he didn't feel like an outcast. He felt like nothing. He liked the thought of that, a twelve-foot ex-ice knight feeling like nothing. Nothing was a good place to be, where he could slip into the throng of honey-eyed dancers and feel like one of them.

Okay, a full cup of honey might have been a bad idea. But he'd never danced before, not like this. Hannah and the girls she went to college with went out a lot on Friday nights, and she'd always ask for him to join. But this, the people who looked like him, this was better than "two dollar vodka-crans" that Hannah always raved about. The facade of being nothing was broken by a single world. "Forfrysning." The boy of ice flipped around, half tumbling into the gaggle of faes dancing wildly beside him, before his eyes land on a girl of shadows, skin as dark as a midnight without stars. The little fae was a dark court deserter, one too important to leave and yet her pleas touched his soul far too deeply to make her stay. "Forfrysning. You saved my life, I can't repay-"

Both of them froze at the chaos that started around them. "Oh god-"

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Character Portrait: Mariko Kimura
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      "Is this alcoholic?" Mariko asked, a sceptical gaze examining the golden liquid being poured into her cup. Or, the cup that had been forced into her hand by an enthusiastic fae covered in bark - skin or clothing, she couldn't tell.

      "The finest honey this side of the financial district." The fae declared with a voice that sounded like creaking wood.

      "So, not human alcohol?"

      "Why would you want that garbage?" The creature drew back their bottle of honeyed liquor, as if offended at the mere mention of human drugs. With a stubborn shake of it's body, green wings sprung from it's back. Small pieces of bark fell from the appendages, as if moulting an old layer, before the tree-like fae sprung into the air. Beady eyes took one last look at Mariko, before, with a click of its tongue, the fae flew off to the other side of the clearing.

      "Sorry!" Mariko called after him, flapping a hand uselessly at his receding figure. With a sigh, her gaze returned to the cup in her hands. A sniff of the liquid revealed the heady scent of sweet honey mixed with unnameable spices. Her mouth watered at the thought of it, but she knew better than to drink a strange fae's drink. Instead, Mariko passed it off to a nearby fae who nodded in thanks. What she needed was to find Ily and Tae.

      Any other human might have felt out of place among a fae gathering, yet Mariko had known of fae and seen them her entire life. As a group of fae passed, the tips of their caps only just brushing her hip, she barely blinked. Nor did she startle in surprise as a 10 foot giant with fireflies darting around her head lumbered past. She'd seen larger. Mari could never claim to know much about the fae, her knowledge was merely scratching at the surface of an ocean's worth of knowledge, but the sight of so many strange and beautiful beings did not shock her.

      Still, finding the pair of humans she shared this strange world with would make her feel a lot more at ease. For that reason Mari pushed through the crowd, glancing over heads or between towering legs in her search for them. Above her head figures of smoke danced and told stories of centuries past. They were spellbinding, and drew the mortal's attention easily. Her gaze followed the twirling skirts and glinting swords, before landing on a figure standing beneath the cloud of motion. Was that...?

      A scream.

      Her attention was pulled once again, and this time Mari felt her heart begin to pound as armoured guards with weapons in their hands stormed the party. Mariko had no notion of who they were or what they wanted - halfling was shouted above the screams of the fleeing fae. Suddenly, her earlier sense of belonging, of lacking disbelief at so many bizarre beings, evaporated. Mari felt like the intruder, and as the crowds turned and ran, she joined them.

      Screams from behind her spurned her on, pushing away thoughts of burning legs and gasping breathes. Mariko had skillfully avoided running since finishing school, but adrenaline and a will to survive kept her moving. The running fae began to thin out as some took to the sky and others turned down dark paths. Mari ran blindly forward, hoping that her direction would take her back to the human world. Surely the car wasn't far?

      The first sense to warn her of the guard in pursuit was her hearing; the solid sound of metal hitting the ground. The second warning was the spray of dirt as the guard's weapon upended the compressed earth where she had been standing seconds ago. Mariko screamed as the next swing of his sword came much closer, the girl only avoiding serious maiming thanks to the root that caught her foot and sent her flying to the ground.

      The earth did not greet her kindly. It was hard and cold at this time of year, and the impact send temporary pain echoing up her arms. Fleetingly and somewhat ridiculously, given the situation, Mari cursed the fact that she would dirty her new shirt. The thought was quickly pushed away in favour of more pressing issues, and - no doubt causing more worry for the small part of Mari's mind concerned with the condition of her clothes - she quickly rolled to the side, avoiding the falling edge of the soldier's blade.

      It was as she was rolling that Mariko felt a tug at her mind, the tips of her fingers tingling with a strange, other-worldly sensation. Motion rolling in the opposite direction caught the edge of her sight - white, like her own dress. ( 'You'll need stain remover to get the dirt out of that' ) Dark eyes glanced to her left, beyond the blade calling for her head, and found herself looking into a mirror.

      'No... Not a mirror' For half a second the world stood still, as Mariko stared in shock at the perfect image of herself staring back at her. A perfect replica, down to the combined emotions of fear and bewilderment clearly visible. She did not know where it had come from, or how, but the questions had barely had time to form before Mariko was again turning her focus towards survival. She rushed to her feet, knowing without needing to look that her copy was doing the same. Mariko ran, darting towards the cover of trees to her left, while she could feel her replica running to the right.

      The girl had never believed in luck, but as she glanced over her shoulder to see the soldier turn to follow the replica's image, she sent a prayer up to any deity listening.

      Mariko didn't see the guard's sword slice uselessly through the hologram image of herself, nor did she entirely understand what had happened, but she knew the replica was gone like she knew her own palms were bruised and her knees were stinging. By that time, though, she was far enough away to escape that soldier's blade, and could only hope that luck, or some other force, would help her if any other killer fae turned their gaze her way.

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    The sound of laughter overpowers music playing. Conversations swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke, the stagnant stench of cigars hides within the collaboration of mephitic odours. A sharp smell of drink wafts towards her, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. The crowd had been so jubilant, singing the songs that belonged to the inebriated and joyful. They rubbed shoulders never minding that their toes were often trodden on or that they were in closer proximity to these strangers than they usually were to friends or even family. The atmosphere was one of elation, the warm air occasionally punctuated by whoops and hollers. There was something magical to Aurora about being one of a crowd, an easing to the loneliness within. Everyone acts the same, cheers at the same moment, feels the same emotions together. What she read on their faces is written on hers and in that echo of humanity everyone is as close to being one as they will ever be.

    Her glossy chestnut hair was split in two sections and tied loosely below her ears, resting on her shoulders. Blue eyes roamed her surroundings, catching sight of a girl her age with beautiful nut-brown skin. On her head she wore a red cloth tied to make a hat and on her feet were leather boots. Her garment was garish but Aurora liked it. She expected the girl to try to blend into the background in some way, to camouflage. But then she raised her wings and vanished into a hazy blur. And, of course, she couldn't forget the older gentlemen sitting to her side whom she'd been making conversation with for about half an hour. Or more like him just babbling in her ear. His nose was long and hooked under two slitted golden eyes. His ears were pointed and (from what Aurora assumed) alcohol addiction had melted his skin like putty. The man had a stutter as he talked, and Aurora continued just to give him the occasional chuckle or smile to his stories. She wasn't much for talk anyway.

    Aurora continued to clutch the glass of honey tightly in her hand rested on her lap. She couldn't remember when the drink had landed in her hand, but she knows she hasn't even bothered to take a sip or even look at it. The story-telling man had made a few cracks asking if she was ever gonna drink it, and Aurora just shrugged each time with a tiny smirk. She had never really drank before, and didn't know too much about it. She glanced back over at the man, now going on about a story about his youth which he referred to as "the good ol' days" as he ordered yet another drink. Aurora tried to not let her eyes roll to the back of her head as she continued on about the tenth story he's probably told.

    And just like that she stared down at the hue of golden liquid in her glass, not taking a moments thought as she inhaled the smoky air through her nose sharply before tilting her head back and bringing the glass up to her lips, downing the shot of pure alcohol. The man, for the first time during the whole event, stopped mid-sentence as his mouth hung open slightly watching her. The small crowd of people sitting around her seemed to go silent as they witnessed her drink like a teenager with a sugary drink. Her face scrunched up, not quite used to the unfamiliar taste before she coughed slightly. The crowd erupted in a small cheer and applause as a stranger behind her patted her on the back. It seemed as if everyone was secretly eyeing the drink she had barely touched before then.

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    A man's hair was wild and as brown as earth, with small horns either side of his head that reminded Aurora of a juvenile deer horns. There was another girl beside her with eyes bright like acorns themselves. Her skin was just as dappled, pale yet covered with so many freckles that she looked quite tan. Everyone around her, including herself, danced to the violins playing. They had formed a small circle where they retreated, pirouetted, their arms waving from side to side above their heads, their heads swaying, their garments fluttering. The music moved her like a puppet on strings, and she seemed quite the opposite of her usual shy nature. She hadn't counted how many honeyed drinks she had had, but all she knew was her smile was as wide as the golden gates as her laughter almost choked her; her hair in a free wavy mess around her shoulders as she wore the black top hat a tall man had plopped on her head.


    Over the infectious laughs and the crowd spinning around her, Aurora caught sight of someone she recognized from afar. He stood out from the crowd because he seemed to be the only one with his nose stuck in notes he had been writing like he was in the middle of a damn office, not a party. They had known each other for years, growing a liking towards one another. She rolled her eyes as the wide grin continued to stain her features as she squeezed her way through the crowd to near him, almost sneakily and quietly as she outstretched her hand to grab him swiftly and pull him into the dancing crowd.

    "Hey, party animal. Why don't you come--"

    A distanced scream rang throughout the crowd.

    The scream seemed to tear through everyone like a great shard of glass. Aurora froze in place, feeling her eyes widen and pulse quicken, her heart thudding like a rock rattling in box. The blood drained from her face as she could almost feel the pounding of running footsteps on the ground, nearing her. Terror had struck the crowd as she snapped back her arm close to her body, ducking her head as if bracing for the impact of trampling bodies headed her way. Unable to move, she buried her face in her hands as the adrenaline-filled people came crashing into her like bricks. Horror had her frozen and unable to think clearly. Her brain was foggy. She was rooted in agony before a sharp pain came to her shoulder, hitting her like a bullet would. Her body was shoved to the ground, losing her balance easily and quickly. Just like the rushing crowds, the side of her body was chaos. The side of her face collided roughly with the ground, her face in a grimace. The hat she had been wearing flew off, trampled underneath the feet of runners. Sharp pain lanced through her head and colorful spots flashed in front of her eyes as the metallic taste of bitter blood filled her mouth. She felt as if she had been punched in the jaw.

    Unable to focus clearly, she ignored the pain, telling herself she'd worry about it later as she had no time to heal herself. Her cheek had already begun to swell as she bit her bottom lip to avoid crying out. Aurora suddenly felt a pair of hands on her arms, helping her up quickly as she groaned and ached and flinched. Her eyes caught sight of the story-telling old man who quickly stopped against the oncoming crowd to help her to her feet. The blood rushed back to her head and in a blink of an eye, the man was gone running with the crowd. She was alone.

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Gunbae! Bar had been in a rare state of static before she entered. Yeong had leant over the back of the bar, wiping its alcohol-damp surface down with a flannel, when he had heard the door open.

"Sorry, we're closed."


He'd called out without bothering to turn, anticipating a frustrated groan and the clicking of the door closing. When such sounds did not materialise, he sighed, and turned to face the stranger.

"I said, we're clo-"


His words caught in his throat, his tired expression evaporating into something unreadable. Her face, too, was unreadable. So sangfroid were her features, they seemed unfamiliar despite their familiarity. The face was the same, but not how it expressed itself, like a work of art put into a completely different frame, or a plant repotted.

Her expression did not shift, not even as the silence intumesced, clouding the bar and freezing the doors. Questions, so many questions, he didn't know where to start. There was none of the warmness they had once had, and any conflict she may have possessed within herself for him was apparently buried deep.

"We need to talk."


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Memories of that day a week or so ago (has it really been that long?) clung to him like smoke to clothing, stubborn in their scent. Perhaps it was a bad analogy, for he'd grown fond of human cigarettes during his time on earth, they had become familiar, whereas she... she had been familiar too, once. But now-

Yeong sighed before raising his shot to his lips, throwing back the grey liquid. His lips parted as icy breath escaped them and the slightest frost webbed across them before melting in the warmth- all side effects of the aptly named 'frost shots' that were a popular, contemporary beverage among fae. Winter fae especially, to no one's surprise, and, exile aside, Yeong was no different. The frost was as invigorating as it always was; certainly better than any beverage humans had managed to concoct in their decidedly alcoholic history, although that was saying little. The contrast was almost painful to acknowledge, releasing him from what was steadily becoming a desensitisation to the alcohol of the human world, reminding him deftly of what he was missing.

Not that he never drank fae alcohol; he had an arrangement with a trio of smugglers who kept his bar comfortably stocked for the many non-human customers who often roamed into Gunbae! Bar. But he resisted for business' sake, and because fae alcohol didn't deliver headaches in quite the same way the human stuff did. For anyone else, this would have been further incentive, but for Yeong... well, he was a touch masochistic in his appreciation of a little ache here and there- something to keep the memories occupied.

He stood on the edge of the fray, watching with a bored curiosity the white-haired fae knelt at the circle's centre. Last year's opening of Pandora's Box had been decidedly unsuccessful, but the free folk seemed far more optimistic about this year. Perhaps it was because of her. Not perhaps, actually. It was undoubtedly because of her. Every movement she made was fluid, quick and professional amidst a sea of wild, frenzied and disorganised.

As smoky warriors began to rise from the box, dancing across the sky, Yeong joined the fae around in him in their fascination. He watched the crimson creatures, reaching up to touch a passing soldier, only for it to warningly swing its its poleax at his outstretched hand, and rise up, out of his reach.

Just as humour finally touched his features, the first scream broke out, and the scene around him descended into chaos.

"Give us the Halflings, and we might consider granting you exiles and traitors a merciful death." He should have been frightened, but Yeong had long-since found that fear did not come to him easily. In its place, spite, aggression, and a too-dark sense of humour. Hence the way, after a moment of reading the situation, he scoffed instead of screamed. A 'merciful' death. Our troops are ever noble.

He thought it with sarcasm, not stopping to acknowledge his own lack of a noble nature as he plunged into the greenery with no intention of staying behind to fight. Not feeling fear, it seems, is not the same as not yet desiring death. 'Yet'. He had a purpose, now, after all. His sister had set him a goal. He'd failed her too many times already to die before completing it.

Dodging a stray spear, he weaved through the forest, cutting away from the crowd but following the same direction. The direction of the gateway to his world, the human world, was too familiar to need a guiding light.

The child caught him off guard, however. The little blue thing tumbled through the thicket towards him, yelping in pain as she rolled over roots and stone. Looking up to where the girl had come from, Yeong saw her again, the one who had opened Pandora's Box, now at the mercy of dozens of ebony arrows launched in her direction.

Gritting his teeth in an expression of exasperated frustration, an intense gust of wind cut through the foliage, bending the trees and sending the arrows twirling off course. In a swift movement, he had grabbed the child by her wrist and swung her onto his back. She wrapped her little arms around his neck almost knowingly, holding tight as he ran towards the ivory-haired fae.

"Come on."

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Character Portrait: Orhien Naena
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Character Portrait: Lilith Averescu
Lilith Averescu

Soon I would be engulfed; swallowed; deformed

Character Portrait: Tae Jeong
Tae Jeong

As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder.

Character Portrait: Ryu Yeong
Ryu Yeong

the world had shrugged at him and revealed its indifference

Character Portrait: Illyana Bárány
Illyana Bárány

you want the stink of gristle buried in a muggy weather. i want the faulty mirage

Character Portrait: Petunia Griffin
Petunia Griffin

If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me; for I shall already have forgotten you.

Character Portrait: Kelvin Woods
Kelvin Woods

"We all have a purpose... Mine is just an unsavory one."

Character Portrait: Alize Morleaú
Alize Morleaú

I wait for my shadow to forget me.

Character Portrait: Ryu Se-Ri
Ryu Se-Ri

though she tried to forget it, nothingness would visit her periodically

Character Portrait: Aurora Kinski
Aurora Kinski

"A touch from your real love Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil."

Character Portrait: Kazimír Šťastný
Kazimír Šťastný

"Fortune favours the brave, but misfortune is impartial"

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Character Portrait: Alize Morleaú
Alize Morleaú

I wait for my shadow to forget me.

Character Portrait: Ryu Se-Ri
Ryu Se-Ri

though she tried to forget it, nothingness would visit her periodically

Character Portrait: Tae Jeong
Tae Jeong

As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder.

Character Portrait: Amaya Kyotsuki
Amaya Kyotsuki

"Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter."

Character Portrait: Ryu Yeong
Ryu Yeong

the world had shrugged at him and revealed its indifference

Character Portrait: Orhien Naena
Orhien Naena

he says nobody gets nothing. he says if you want it, kill for it.

Character Portrait: Kazimír Šťastný
Kazimír Šťastný

"Fortune favours the brave, but misfortune is impartial"

Character Portrait: Aurora Kinski
Aurora Kinski

"A touch from your real love Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil."

Character Portrait: Petunia Griffin
Petunia Griffin

If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me; for I shall already have forgotten you.

Character Portrait: Mariko Kimura
Mariko Kimura

"All we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"

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Amaya Kyotsuki

"Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter."

Character Portrait: Alize Morleaú
Alize Morleaú

I wait for my shadow to forget me.

Character Portrait: Petunia Griffin
Petunia Griffin

If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me; for I shall already have forgotten you.

Character Portrait: Tae Jeong
Tae Jeong

As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder.

Character Portrait: Lilith Averescu
Lilith Averescu

Soon I would be engulfed; swallowed; deformed

Character Portrait: Orhien Naena
Orhien Naena

he says nobody gets nothing. he says if you want it, kill for it.

Character Portrait: Illyana Bárány
Illyana Bárány

you want the stink of gristle buried in a muggy weather. i want the faulty mirage

Character Portrait: Kelvin Woods
Kelvin Woods

"We all have a purpose... Mine is just an unsavory one."

Character Portrait: Ryu Yeong
Ryu Yeong

the world had shrugged at him and revealed its indifference

Character Portrait: Kazimír Šťastný
Kazimír Šťastný

"Fortune favours the brave, but misfortune is impartial"


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