Firebringer
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Elemental Ifrit, Presence 3 (Intimidating)
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Post by Firebringer on Jul 6, 2021 17:15:21 GMT -8
Fire knows hanging with Riley will inevitably have the court look upon her poorly, but she isn't dumping her partner because of the actions of a motley mate. And even then. Riley has been her rock through all of this, so screw what anyone else thinks. It's time for Fire to be a rock for them, which she's happy to be. And if they want to pretend like nothing is the matter or if they want to open up and vent about it, Fire is there for it. A relationship is give and take and mutual support, right? Smiling at Riley Sorsa, she replies, "A drink would be great. Let me just go give my offering and I'll be right back." Probably the most words she has said all together tonight. Maybe the sacrifice will help. Reaffirm belief in herself and what she has endured. She walks off for a few minutes to give her sacrifice to the bloody hand of Summer. "Okay," she says upon returning, "So, that drink?" Maybe they'll grab a few people along the way.
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Eis
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Post by Eis on Jul 6, 2021 18:59:55 GMT -8
Eis enjoys Summer. Thoroughly. Warmth and light are a balm for the pale witch of a cold, dark Durance.
She enjoys weighing the pros and cons of the High Season Courtiers’ philosophies a bit less. Beltane‘s unfortunate event was an ugly smudge on civility and respect. And as much as she bristles at the showmanship of so many Verdant allies, the brash and impulsive nonsense the Wrath Court subjects her to are no better. ‘Mercy killings’ and unchecked aggression. What a lovely mess.
But, of course, she’s here to show respect and deference like any good Freeholder worth her salt. And, for the time being, she’s content to focus on the rituals and symbolism and forgo pleasantries. Even with the faces at Litha growing ever more familiar. She’d tried her hand at being the social butterfly last season. For all the good that accomplished.
The pale Fairest in a a simple, unisex outfit of khaki pants and a white t-shirt doesn’t look like she wants attention. Without so much as acknowledging her fellows, she strides for the Autumn effigy to make her offering.
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Post by Eurydice on Jul 6, 2021 22:36:39 GMT -8
Eurydice arrived with a bang, flames erupting in a facsimile to hellish batwings from her enchanted duelist armour. No one could say the former Escort was shy of her brand—the Hedgespun looked like dragon scales blending with her flesh, in the facsimile of lingerie. Was it an ironic statement? Did she care? The Draconic respected the Rite, however, having a nearly transparent shift and floral crown as one of the younger Mantles of Summer—Lucas recognized the rose. She leaned on the intimidating glaive, laughing as she waved Lucas Chevalier over.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Jul 7, 2021 16:28:29 GMT -8
Lucas grasped the coin in his pocket, thinking back to the promise he made to the spirit of Summer. Memeto vivere which was another way of saying Carpe Diem!Taking in Eurydice's entrance along with her outfit left Lucas feeling hot blooded and in the mood to celebrate the turn of the season. This whole being alive thing has some real nice upsides to it.He grinned to himself while he strolled over to where Eurydice was. The two of them being each others date had the chance to be something so much bigger than a night of socializing. The Freehold was drowning from the conflict between all of the Courts. Even now, on a day meant for celebrating, the political tension could be felt in subtle ways. The energy wasn't the same as it had been back in Ostara before the Queen had made her announcement. While Eurydice was a low-tier Summer courtier, she was the former Escort who had recently demonstrated that she still had plenty of social power left. Tonight, she was demonstrating that she was a dual threat and that sometimes it was the glaive that was mightier than the pen. Lucas wasn't even close to the same league as her politically, but he had been making waves at social events . He even dared to think he was being seen as an up-and-coming social force for Winter. Even though they were far from the main attraction for the day, there would be eyes on them, and they could send a positive message about courts working together to those eyes that were watching them. Lucas did his part to be a fun, energetic, and socially savvy date. The Gravewight drank, laughed, and joined in the general merriment that went hand-in-hand with good food and good company. Whenever Eurydice inevitable directed them over to Summer nobility or other noteworthy summer individuals who Lucas was not familiar with, that's when he brought on the charm. During the conversation he humbly weaved in some details about himself while making sure the main focus was on the accomplishments of the Summer courtiers. After feeling confident he had made positive headway during his social introductions, it was time to shift gears and loosen up. The Fairest reflected on his conversation with Linden. What song came to mind when he looked at Eurydice? When he thought about the Chevaliers? The alcohol in his system made him chuckle because every time someone mentioned Chevalier he couldn't help but look up because of his last name. Whenever the two of them found a comfortable spot to sit out in the field, he leaned against Eurydice so there shoulder's were touching. He tilted his head to the side towards her, looking up at her with an infectious smile. "You remind me of a song." Why the Hedge Duelist chose the name Eurydice was unknown to him. However, it was not lost on him that as a Gravewight he was deeply connected to the Underworld. An enchanting song helped guide Eurydice back to the land of the living. He wasn't skilled enough that he could fight alongside Eurydice or any of his other Summer friends in close combat. Like Orpheus, however, he could be a muse to help guide them through the dangers that came not only from the Gentry, but their own wrath. He hummed a select verse from Resistance by Muse. "Love is our resistance. They'll keep us apart and they won't stop breaking us down. Hold me. Our lips must always be sealed."The look in his eyes suggested he was thinking back to their kiss. When he continued with the song, he was actually singing it rather than softly humming the words. The last refrain wasn't meant to woo the enchanting woman sitting next to him. It was to show his gratitude for the sacrifices Summer made for the Freehold and how those like the Chevaliers inspired the rest of the Freehold to fight back against their captors. "The night has reached it's end. We can't pretend. We must run. We must run. It's time to run. Take us away from here. Protect us from further harm. Resistance!"
This was the first time in years that Lucas had felt a song strong enough in his heart to sing it out loud in a public place. At most, he had maybe sang to one or two people in private. The focus of his song wasn't meant to be flashy and catch as much attention as possible; although anyone nearby was welcomed to listen in as he recited the end of the song. The focus was on pouring his emotions into the song, hoping that the Wyrd would hear him, and use his offering of song to help keep guide the Iron Spear to victory.
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Oren
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written by Hiver
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Post by Oren on Jul 8, 2021 15:25:43 GMT -8
Oren arrived in something classic, the jacket tailored, rather than Spun. He wasn't one for picking leaves from the Hedge. But he is an actor, and knew a thing or two about saving up enough money. And when he forgot that thing or two, there was always room to schmooze. And schmooze he did, enough to have this outfit ready in time for the first of two blockbusters that would rock the Freehold until the shingles fell off its roof. A simple rapier hung at his waist. Ornamentation in the absence of epaulets. Oren abhorred the notion, and held that the only exception would be if he scored the role of Major-General Stanely in the Pirates of Penzance.
His eyes would catch the crowd, upswing into observations and passing glances. The Vassal of the Knight of Scales would soak in the revelry, if you could even call it that. Maybe the Feast of Blood Sucking Ticks was more appropriate? He'd have to see. For now, the Mirrorskin simply had to choose which pool to immerse himself in, for the time being.
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Post by Krakenbox on Jul 9, 2021 14:41:03 GMT -8
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Post by Blaze on Jul 9, 2021 15:23:57 GMT -8
She came, she went to place the offering and pay her respects, but it did nothing to loosen Blaze's nerves, taut like strings. She was sure that between the Wards and the throng of combat-capable freemen the event was safe, but one does not simply extinguish the doubts when they were ingrained into her so thoroughly. There's a glass of some soft drink in her hand, more for the sake of blending in than to slake thirst - something she didn't feel right now anyway, as another stress factor added to the pile - today is the day Blaze means to step out of the shadow, just a little, and be more of a part of the community. The Torrent was dressed in a flowing orange dress, something of a compromise between simplicity and not bringing the mood down by showing up in full combat gear. Court of Wrath or no, this would send an entirely wrong message. She takes in the crowds, picking a few lone targets... lone attendees. She notes the scathing, icy woman in khaki pants. The beaming young man in a fancy black jacket. Provided she can catch their eye she will nod at them and attempt a smile, a gesture that probably bears as much invitation as it does challenge thanks to her fiery mien. But before she can engage in trading words, if that's her fate today, Blaze makes sure to walk really close past another of her Court, offering him and his... date a somewhat warmer smile. She should like to talk to this man later, if not here then in a more private setting. In her head, Blaze was already conducting a tactical analysis on what her best next move is.
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Eis
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Post by Eis on Jul 10, 2021 14:14:08 GMT -8
What's done is done, and Eis returns from paying her tribute and completing half of her requisite display of respect. The other would be biting her tongue and not blatantly pissing off any of the Summer Courtiers. To which, frankly, she's growing weary of trying. In theory, she's always admired the spirit of Summers, rooting for them to stick it to the proverbial 'man'. In practice, she's collected a few reasons to look down on them. Not all of them. But that's really her default state, isn't it?
Her steps come quicker, and without realizing it, she's begun pacing. Her arms hug tightly across her chest as she moves over a clear and concise path to and from nowhere. This is what she gets, isn't it? She opens herself up, like a fool, and it summarily abandoned. Summer is all about Wrath, isn't it? Well maybe she'll partake in some of it. The more she considers the idea, the less agitated she feels. Soon her pace slows, and she relaxes. Even smiles. She's positive the smile is unpleasant, and she owns it. She has a lot to make up for, failing to follow her own cardinal rule. Time to do what she does best and go not make friends.
A new face in the crowd makes herself known. A raw, volatile looking woman in an orange dress. Perfect. Time to see what makes her tick. If she's at all tolerable, maybe she can be a catalyst to help 'heat things up'.
"You." she says, after making a rathe deliberate approach. "You're new here, aren't you?" She gives the stranger a once-over. Not judging her appearance, per-se, but rather what the hell she represents. Summer, perhaps? It seems the most obvious, with her appearance. Though there is something muted about the flames... something enticing. Perhaps not the fires of Wrath but a pyre of warmth against the unforgiving cold. Finished her impromptu appraisal, she levels with the newcomer and gives her a smirk. "Autumn, then? Or maybe Winter?" Eis, naturally, doesn't deign to offer her own information. This woman could figure it out. If she's worth her salt. The most she gives is a name. "Eis. By the way. Rebecca Goodman, among the mundane."
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Post by Krakenbox on Jul 10, 2021 20:29:22 GMT -8
Please note at a Re-roll this information doesn't come till late.
The alters represent enemies of the Freehold. They symbolism embedded are extremely esoteric, though he can track the Autumn one somewhat. The apple tree can mean love, knowledge, wisdom, joy, death, and luxury—the health of the Freehold in general, perhaps. The ghastly image of the wood may imply the tortured spirits, or the Freeholders themselves, while the fruit is likely knowledge given the obvious connotations of the court itself. The insects are recycling and an essential part of the ecosystem, but there's a gnawing idea that they also might represent beings of small perspective and limited scope, destroying the root system in their blind hunger. The corpse rising out of the tree is a striking image—like something is sealed or buried, or it's attacking itself? The lifeblood of the Freehold itself is poisoned, and the spirit of the wood is breaking the arm in a violent matter—defending itself or harming itself? He's uncomfortable assessing Winter's for too long, as if Not Welcome. The maidens might be the Sentries or the innocence of the Freehold, where the melting wax might be time or illumination and research. The broken ring means a broken ritual, or that safety and control has been ended. The sword he's unsure, unless it's an Arthurian reference, but eggs are easy: rebirth, rejuvenation, and the general cycle of life. Combined with the necrotic corruption, it's a little disquieting. Hazel is sacred, associated with wisdom and inspiration. The algae and fish he's unsure of [Science], but the animals may be directionless hoarding or greed? Summer is about ambition and self destruction, he suspects. He doesn't approach with the dirty looks he gets and leaves it there. The expectation for what to leave at the effigy isn't secret: Freeholders are openly told that they should be giving a symbol of an enemy they have overcome in a show of victory.
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Post by Eurydice on Jul 10, 2021 21:21:32 GMT -8
Eurydice's overwhelming presence still shifted attention, expertly weaving that Lucas was part of the rounds rather than feeling like a fleeting accessory. The position was gone, but the skills sure as hell stayed, inflaming conversation with a dramatic edge that made everything feel a little larger than life as she had her fun and shared it with others. Summer was a passionate court, and suited her just as well. Lucas would be prompted and supported for his recent contributions and presence among the Emeralds, knowing they needed the support and understanding in these darker events. She seemed genuine at least, rather than blowing smoke up his ass—would she even bother if she thought he was trash? She made sure to spin a conversation with Ivory as well, eager to hear about how she was doing and excited about her success. Her anger flared on harder subjects—the deaths this year and tactical decisions; Fall's leaking rituals in the hands of amateur occultists; and the bubbling violence of her court—overriding people or cutting them off to put in her two cents without hesitation. She was unapologetic in her rudeness and volume, refusing to make space for those who would find her opinions offensive. Rather, she invited debate, and allowed the topic shift if they didn't feel like putting up the fight. For those who did meet the challenge, she was jovial and complimentary if they weathered her personality, like jockeying respect that competed with the nature of her Kith. She mentioned to some of the Chevaliers she was worried about Loki, but it was met with a lot of shrugs or hanging on her opinion on what to do about it. His song wasn't intended to woo, but she was clearly enraptured, giggling and colouring as she dropped the Femme Fatale persona for a moment. She squeezed his arm as she looked away for a moment to collect herself. "Thank you, that was beautiful, Lucas. I didn't know you sang as well, what a gift!" She assessed his reaction, seeing if he was the type who didn't want to draw attention to himself, but he did break out into a dance in the middle of Ostara. Taking a sip of bubbling rosé, she blinked at Mitchell's performance as he tried to dodge Summer attention. Frowning, she leaned closer to Lucas, "Have you been doing all right? Things have been chaotic, you've got to admit. It can't be all on you to be so supportive of everyone's ordeals."
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Riley Sorsa
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Presence (3) Captivating | SL(1) Stylish Mantle (2)Spring | Status(1) Entertainment
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jul 13, 2021 11:39:23 GMT -8
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Jul 14, 2021 11:16:01 GMT -8
Standing with the pariah Moth and simmering fire Elemental was an odd spot for Carr to end up, along with his sudden attention on Oren as he called out to him. "Hey, Oren, I should introduce you to someone!"
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Post by Cinderella on Jul 21, 2021 13:27:30 GMT -8
The Sun's Tongue was wearing blue and leather. She squinted at the horizon, biting her lip as she checked in with her motleymate about the time. Watches and phones didn't work, but her friend was a Telluric. She had wrangled Aello into a loud ensemble that the Beast was happy to show off, the halo an eclipse showing in the rim of her iris with the new mantle. "Another hour to present your offerings, everyone!" she called out, voice amplified by an unseen force as the sun's rays haloed her form. "Summer courtiers, follow me to the Brambles so we can meet up with our nobility."There didn't seem to be that big of a rush, but it did become apparent that none of the Knights or the Queen were there. Cinderella was clearly flagging for the Iron Spear to wrap their conversations and maybe sober up a bit for their march and Rite.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Jul 21, 2021 19:14:03 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jul 22, 2021 11:13:48 GMT -8
Gavin showed up late. He had been feeling on edge recently and only obligation made him make an appearance. He'd been harangued for some time by the Black Dragons after the events leading up to the failed Spring rite. Gavin had talked Lucas into thinking he could save the rite through a different blood sacrifice. Gavin was sorely mistaken. While Cinder had set them both right, it still weighed on him. Embarrassed Gavin felt he had to face his problems alone.
He did face his problem alone in recent nights and faced down with the ruthless gangsters across a table. While they weren't directly enemies of the Freehold in the explicit sense, what they did represented the values of the enemy quite well. They are among the worst kinds of criminals: human traffickers with no qualms. The parallels between the Black Dragons and the enemy were substantial.
Gavin's offering to the altar was a token of his small victory over that group. He stared them down after weeks of their hounding and gave them true fear. While on his own with no friends in the room, he made them feel exposed and alone and at his mercy. It was a symbolic victory where he had taken back his power. They think it is finished. Placing a polaroid of the two goons and the BMW ornament he had pried off their ride with the other offerings he resolved to expand his victory beyond the symbolic.
He lingered in proximity of the altars examining their symbolism and attempting to map the meaning to what he'd learned of the Freehold's courts and their relation to the wards. Two courts had cycled their monarchs and had perhaps drifted away from their obligations to maintenance. He figured it might show in the performance of the seasonal rites and there might be something he could learn here.
Similar to Rowan, he found the Autumnal offering resonated best.
He stayed in the area hoping to learn more, mostly in vain.
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