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Post by Krakenbox on Sept 13, 2021 14:28:05 GMT -8
The most irritating thing about a Hedge Gate is that even the most seasoned occultist couldn't really predict when and where one would manifest. By the time the Knight of Borders caught of whiff of something off, the condemned businesses on the edge of China Town had already attracted a flow of traffic of established underground gatherings, with Bedlam's promise of the most extreme scene you've ever been to. Mortals swapped dreams and arson in exchange for widening the wound between reality and Dream, and the more attention Summer and Winter offered to control the Hob investment, the more tantalizing the taboo. It was the Sun's Tongue that cut a deal with the breach and growing Slum Lord out of the Goblin Market: mortals wouldn't be touched or harassed beyond their Glamour needs, and the Sentries wouldn't pop the whole place sky high. In exchange, a communal Harvest was opened, with Bastille's vassalage in charge of keeping it on the rails. Security was a rotating roster of any Lost looking for mercenary detail, whether it was Winter invested in secrecy, an Autumn warrior under Scorpio keeping the Hobs in check, or an enterprising Spring dealer making sure the border of Philicia's holdings wasn't turning into a cesspit of scandal (that the Magpie didn't have first dibs on).
Familiar faces of the Freehold were easy to spot. The Onyx courtiers that comprised Watchtower were on the docket for a less-than-quiet gig, with Bastion-cracker and anarchist, Mordecai overseeing deals between the Russians and Chinese street dealers. The Magpie of Spring's middle nobility appeared to be the main patron of the affair, forging bridges with new up and comers that were rushing to fill the vacuum of Stheno's execution, as well as keeping Solomon placated and busy. The hulking Chevalier and Loki's right hand man, Nathaniel Prasad had already cracked a wall as he separated a fight between a Hob and the armoured Ranger of the Thorns, Beryl.
All sorts of business, politicking, and time wasting...
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Post by Blaze on Sept 14, 2021 11:30:54 GMT -8
This kind of place made Blaze want to puke.
Truth is, she needed a real drink to deal with all the loud music, robotic people and hobs who no doubt circled the crowd like hungry wolves, looking for their chance to make trouble. She needed a drink, but all she could find was some swill in a dirty glass, tasting like someone pissed in motor oil - more useful as a prop helping to blend in than anything remotely fit for human consumption. She was dressed in some casual street clothes and a frown, patrolling the premises like many others, making sure this little hive of scum and villainy remains an asset, rather than a liability. She was armed with a small handgun, hidden from view - chosen not for stopping power, but simply as a deterrent and insurance policy.
Flipping out magic was dangerous in the crowd. Pointing a gun at someone's head? We call it Tuesday around these parts.
But aside from security detail, Blaze has decided she'll start doing some of her own business in the meantime. Officers and ranking members of all Courts were here, but the Sprite was focused on the ones representing Winter, wondering who is in attendance and what they might be up to in a place like this.
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Post by Henley on Sept 14, 2021 17:44:09 GMT -8
You know what had a way of making loud, noisy events better?
Drugs.
Henley wasn't one to judge, wasn't one to hold others back, and while he wasn't a regular user, he didn't mind partaking every now and again. Tonight was one such night, his sativa openly burning between two long, thin fingers. He took a long, deep puff and held for the pass, finally blasting it out with a cough once the breath was too long. The head high hit fast, leaving the Ogre leaning against the wall.
Red eyes? Check.
Upbeat energy blasting through him as the group played? You bet. He adjusted the Depeche Mode t-shirt and stepped off, taking his joint back from the hand of some mortal behind him.
"You look like you need this more than I do."
The left hand offered the still-burning blunt to Blaze. The right offered a shake.
"Henley. Had any fun yet?"
There was a mischievous little twinkle in his eye as the ultra-tall, reed thin Ogre looked down at the Ifrit.
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Post by Krakenbox on Sept 14, 2021 22:33:06 GMT -8
Blaze had almost missed Mordecai, looking far less intimidating over the Dream Avatar members of the Onyx Court were used to encountering. In the waking world, he still cut an intimidating figure with blistering ice extenuating jagged troll-like features and shark teeth wreathed with glowing frost whenever he exhaled. The metal vocalists of Watchtower was speaking with the Silent Knight, Talos, or rather, talking at him while the metallic Elemental seemed to be typing something on a tablet. Cailleagh Keening, Archer of the Lonely March and banshee vocalist was setting up her band's equipment as she watched the exchange from afar. She was tight with Spring, and was known to work closely with the Bishop of Blackbirds, Mitchell Carr.
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Post by Blaze on Sept 15, 2021 14:50:35 GMT -8
Blaze wasn't the shortest person out there, but this man still towered over her, which made it doubly jarring that she didn't really see him coming. Of course, in this crowd, darkness and noise you could barely see anything. She does note, however, the double gift of a handshake and a joint - and while she accepts the former, returning it with some firmness, she politely refuses the latter.
"Need? Maybe. Want? Not really."
That was the crux of it - it doesn't matter one bit what she needs, she's on duty, she has a task and she's going to see it through even if nobody gave a shit. The exchange almost makes her miss her targets - the Winter officers. She's chiefly interested in Talos, and tries to move a bit closer to him, although not too close - the Elemental wants to walk with Henley, at least for the moment, rather than away from him.
"People call me Blaze. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the gesture, but I didn't come here to have fun. Don't let me stop you, though" Right, as if she could if she wanted to "You look more in your element in here."
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Post by Henley on Sept 19, 2021 15:10:51 GMT -8
The handshake earned a smile.
"I'm not honestly sure what the element here is, being honest. Big mix, when you look around. I just thought the show might be fun," the Ogre chuckled, slipping the roach between his lips and taking a deep puff. Watching him breathe was interesting; if you paid attention, you could see little lines on the sides of his neck puffing along. He held for a long moment, then fired out a couple of nicely formed rings. Upward, of course. Firing down would have been rude.
"--but, uh," he coughed, "in any event, it's nice to meet you." Henley flashed a grin. "Oh, hey, it's Cailleigh." He waved to the Winter Courtier who was tight with Spring. He returned his attention to Blaze, moving along with her. "Business, then. What line of work are you in, if you don't mind my asking? Surely something exciting, if it involves a place like this."
Some Winter Courtiers minded people asking, but hey. Nothing ventured...
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Post by Blaze on Sept 21, 2021 13:27:05 GMT -8
Watching his whole body breathe was interesting indeed, but not so interesting that Blaze forgot how rude it is to stare. None of them can help how they look, and it's not a good idea to gawk at one's neck for too long. This isn't a vampire novel.
"Security. The place can burst at any moment, and I'm here to do my part in making sure it doesn't happen - or if it does, the danger is contained and the bosses notified." She answers "That's for today, at least. My normal line of work is mental health."
Which, yes, did make her sound a bit like a bad anime protagonist with five careers before the age that legally allows you to drive, but it was true. The transofrmation was jarring and probably shouldn't even be talked about in past tense just yet, but it represented a genuine effort.
Somewhere around this time, Blaze attempts to excuse herself for a few minutes to exploit the first lull in the 'conversation' between Mordecai and Talos, to approach the latter about her promise to Victor and Yuan. Unless stopped for longer, she won't get into much detail, minding time constraints and the surroundings. Just enough to imply that the Silent Knight's expertise will be needed. Assuming the little detour eent off without a hitch, the Sprite then returns to the Spring Courtier.
"So excitement is the last thing on my mind, honestly - I have embraced being boring." What a very Winter thing to say "What kind of fun are you after, Cailleigh?"
There was no use pretending the question wasn't at least a bit investigative, but it probably wasn't too out of place - big mix, as he said. Between the music, the drugs and the opportunity to sate every base urge you could think of, there are dozens of colours of fun you can have here, and it pays to know what your acquaintances like.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Sept 21, 2021 16:42:45 GMT -8
He hadn't intended to enter the real through the door leading here, but sometimes the Hedge doesn't leave the option to choose your journey.
The roadway leading to this den of business and iniquity had been a great deal of effort for the Beast to work through in taming the Hedge's vicious tendrils. He wore the sweat of the work upon his return. The pair of armoured Summer soldiers he had travelled with rushed passed to report in and get out of their armour. Their work had been interrupted by a Trod Troll scouting the area to take tribute from would-be passersby. Tricking the creature into going the wrong way and setting it up on a blind end was the easy part. The trick would only resolve the problem for a brief time. Inevitably it would get bored and its greed would drive it to become a problem again; one for a different day though.
Gavin wasn't quite as regimented as his Summer friends and decided to stop in the mixed space and partake in some of the festivities and ambiance. The familiar human noise buzzing about the place would help ground him back to reality and shake off some of the lingering suspicion that the world would shift around him on a moment's notice. A drink would help. The Hobs hanging around would not. That was Gavin's lot, one foot in each of two worlds and the messy sense or reality that came with it.
He didn't revel in the idea, but it was high time he looked into dealing for a Goblin Contract, one that might help reveal the true nature of things for the worst of times.
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Post by Henley on Sept 24, 2021 14:58:33 GMT -8
"It does look rather fucking bothersome here, doesn't it?" Puff. Hold. Blow. The joint disappeared into someone's discarded near-empty beer bottle, the ember dying in the dregs. His eyebrows popped about the mental health gig, and he stood by patiently as she talked to Talos. When she returned with the remark about being boring and not wanting excitement, he chuckled. "And here I was thinking you were a counsellor who was tired of the desk job. This is an interesting way to embrace boredom -- not to worry. I think we all look to shake the mold where we can." He flashed a playful smile, the little lines on his throat lengthening as amusement crossed his narrow face. The lanky Ogre glanced about the place briefly, taking it all in. This place really wasn't the definition of safe, but whatever.
The question about him was met with a smile.
"Cailleigh's that one over there. I'm Henley." He gestured with an over-long finger at the Winter gal who was setting up the band's equipment. "As for fun... I think I'd like to spice up someone's life tonight. Try something new. Make a bad investment. Perhaps buzz the Stratosphere in a helicopter like I'm in Top Gun."
He shrugged.
"Unless there is actually something useful I can do here. Did you need anything from these gobbos? I'm sort of an expert in their Market. They fuck everyone, of course, but they fuck me less."
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Post by Hua Yuan on Sept 25, 2021 13:23:44 GMT -8
At the risk of being super unoriginal, Chinatown was Yuan’s regular haunt. Mainly because he worked there, but also because it reminded him of home, even if just a little. So when a Trod to the Goblin Market opened there, the Beast kept a close eye on the developments. And apparently he wasn’t the only one.
So there he was, sticking out like a sore thumb, sent by his employer to scout out the venue. And by employee he meant the Triads. And by the Triads he meant the Wah Ching.
To his surprise, he wasn’t sticking out as much as he thought he would, not with the six feet something cerulean Ogre towering over the crowd. It was an easy enough landmark to follow, so the Playmate made his way through the crowd. Dandelion seeds followed in his wake, brushing up against the oblivious mundanes.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he offered Henley, before turning to Blaze with a smile. “It’s a pleasant surprise.”
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Post by Krakenbox on Sept 25, 2021 16:13:11 GMT -8
Talos blinked from above the knight-like face-shield fused to his lower jaw as Blaze spoke to him about Victor and Yuan needing his services. He nodded, and after a stretch of awkward silence, Blaze started to move away, prompting a tap on her shoulder. Talos typed something out, flashing the screen at her patiently. It was at this point that she realized he wasn't the Silent Type, but legitimately mute.
He nodded towards Yuan, apparently recognizing him without any prompt, signaling for Blaze to see if he can cough up the cash first. This kind of training and manpower didn't come cheap, and the challenges of Lost society couldn't afford blind charity. It was still more forgiving than what the true market value would be, and cut out Loyalism and trickery of the mundane with the protection of the Freehold Oath.
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Having the Trod providing a direct artery to the Goblin Market, some Hobs had even set up shop on the border under the cautious purview of Bastille's mercenaries. It was hard to muscle a Changeling into selling out their peers, or giving up a dangerous piece of themselves when they were on their own turf and surrounded by oaths and warding magic. And thus a small frontier caravan had essentially set up shop.
Without specialized knowledge, Gavin was still able to fairly spot some differences between Hobs operating here rather than among the Thorns. First, they all had miens that glamour didn't have to twist and bend to accommodate--Existing only in dreams and ideas, Hobgoblins didn't have the Mask like the Lost. Hedgebeasts wearing the clever skin of a real-world animal had flourished with their modest homemade bastion, and the humanoid ones that could get away with enough drugs and skulking in the shadows.
He recognized the Broker doing just fine in this atmosphere, any maybe a little more powerful as Spring courtiers treated him like a guest of the Freehold. Best leave that charming monster alone until he had some proper social backup, having the sense that this had been its idea and was playing Little Embassy for its cohorts. Overhearing Henley proclaim his experience did hit a button in the Beast's catalogue--though the Ogre held no known prescence in the criminal underworld, the realm of goblin smuggling knew his name and vouched for active navigating. Where the hell was this guy when Gavin was drafted to speak with the Goblin King? Had Henley dodged that particular nightmare?
It also sounded like the middle-man-merchant was looking to inject some Emerald whimsy into prospective buyers, if only to please his Season.
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Post by Blaze on Sept 26, 2021 14:48:29 GMT -8
The Elemental looks genuinely abashed at her mistake.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Henley. I don't know what I was thinking."
Honestly, she couldn't even place the blame for the slip-up on the noisy crowd or the alcohol. Just a random case of stupid, not that it made things any better.
"But actually, it's the other way around - I got my share of shaking the mold before and was looking forward to a desk job. Still, we all do what we must, not what we want. As for our friends, I try to avoid entangling myself with them if I can help it - the price for ending up in bed with them is always too high for my taste. Fucking notwithstanding." She tried to adopt and mimic some of that playful attitude of his "Trying new things sounds good, though. Perhaps we will run into each other again in a less... bothersome night, should you still offer that?"
It may have been the previous embarassment, but it took Blaze a second to fully realize how fucking awkward that must've sounded. Thankfully, she spotted another Spring Courtier. Or rather, he spotted her first.
"Mr. Yuan. The pleasure is mutual, but not the surprise - I'm sure your skills can be quite useful in a place like this." Yuan admitted to being in the healing corner of Lughnasadh, and Blaze could definitely see the need for healing magic in this hangout: where it'd be an actual surprise if no one suffers injury or ODs before the night is done "I saw about that matter we talked about earlier. Looks like things are ready to go ahead, provided appropriate compensation."
Cloak and dagger? Perhaps, but what would it say about her credibility if she just spelled out 'so about that fake ID you're after' to every hob and their mother within earshot?
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Post by Gavin Graves on Sept 26, 2021 17:16:19 GMT -8
Having narrowed down the vendors with a little legwork, he recalled hearing Henley was about looking to be useful. A consummate haggler with repute among the Hobs, though Gavin needed it less than some of the others it was always a good idea to get an expert to do the finishing touches. One might learn a thing or two in the process.
Where was this fellow when negotiating with the Goblin King? Gavin wondered. Perhaps After Party had a connection to get them the job. Maybe Spring was still pissed about the death of one of their own on the road to L.A and wanted to saddle Gavin with a hot mess. They hadn't done terribly, so it wasn't the worst outcome, but someone in the background had made a choice for that group's form-up. Was it privilege or punishment? The question lingered.
In any case, the man was here now. Gavin approached.
"Hello mate," he offered a cordial greeting and a fist to bump. "Name's Gavin. Don't think we've met directly. How're you finding this little enclave we've opened the gates for around here? It's still getting up and running, I know, and we've got a roadway bandit to drive off before it'll really be cooking, but it's still going to be safer than the main Market that's haunted by an entitled prick and its agent, right." He hinted at his involvement in making this place possible and coded his wording to maintain secrecy in the case where overly attentive ears were nearby. One had to be careful with so many mundane people about.
"Keeping the wrong sort out of here sometimes takes the right tricks to identify them before they become a problem, if you catch my meaning. I've got a line on someone who's the sort who knows how to keep an eye out for the strange. I hear you're the man to talk to about getting a better deal around here, could use a hand." He continued using circumspect language to hint at his meaning.
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Post by Henley on Sept 27, 2021 12:56:36 GMT -8
Henley flashed the Winter Elemental a smile and gave her a nod and a thumbs-up about a future hang-out, letting her move on to her conversation with Yuan, who got a wave. A murder chicken had approached -- but not just any murder chicken.
"Mr. Graves, yes," the lanky Ogre said cordially, bumping the fist back. It was a lot less dangerous than a handshake. "While I haven't had the pleasure, I certainly have heard of you by reputation. A real trailblazer. For that, you have my thanks. It's tough to go to market when the highway is washed away." He glanced about a little, lowering his voice. He worked the metaphor over in his head, connecting the dots effectively enough. He wanted something relating to detecting magic. Two plus two made four; those sorts of people did business in the Market.
"Sure. Your eyes are almost there, you just need the right lens. Turns out I do know an eye specialist... and I can help you get a decent price. Won't be cheap, of course, and it probably will hurt. But that's eye surgery for you. Doctors are never cheap in America."
He gestured in the right direction, leading the way.
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Post by Krakenbox on Sept 27, 2021 15:57:08 GMT -8
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