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Log opened 06/09/2024  -  23:17:57

:FM: IC Time: Fri Sep 25 11:59:39 2015


Nowell wanders the market stalls, a pair of smoked-glass Nocker's goggles protecting his eyes from the noonday sun. His many-buckled rucksack hangs off of one shoulder, and a cobalt blut glass bottle dangles from one hand.


Nowell apparently doesn't have library hours today, hooray for him.


Roque is actually, surprisingly unfazed by the talk of turning an animal into a lampshade. Must have done hunting himself - he knows where baby lampshades come from. He DOES notice the chimera, however. "Oooh, he's grown, Amber!"


Amber flops onto the Colone;'s neck, causing the creature to turn and hiss at her. She grins and kisses its snout which seems to pacify, "My baby has grown, though you shouldn't say he. Ain't no one shove their fis up it's cloaca so I dunno boy, girl, both? No clue. I ain't never hatched'em before. One and only and all that!" She points over towards Nowel, "He has drinkies. I sees them."

Harper passes through the gate from the direction of the glade.
Harper has arrived.


Harper has her lap harp with her, well really.. it's more of a lyre, and the young woman is strumming a little while she walks. She only takes about one in three of her steps, bouncing along and fluttering her wings as she pays more attention to her instrument than her surroundings.


Nowell ponders the singular cobalt blue glass bottle that dangles from his pale knuckles. "Who has need?"
Harper has looked at you.


Roque says "But.... /you/ said 'he', no? So why would it not count now?"


"When I say it, its ok. But when you say, its not. Trust me on this. Colonel Camilla and I have an understanding" Amber grins brightly at Roque as she continues to remain leaning against the neck of the Colonel, the great dane sized feathered lizard. She eyes Nowell, "Me and Sir Mister Man! We do we do!" A beat, "And she does too!" thus including Harper in the need for drinkies.


Harper stops, fluttering down to the ground and tucking her little harp under her arm. "What do I need?" she asks, looking confused. She looks at the big feathered lizard and smiles, "Oo, what a lovely creature!"


The Colonel lets out a trilling call, with a sort of echoing bark at the end. Amber returns the call and shushes the chimera.


Roque uumms... "Yeaah... it's really something...." He gets his food, and then gets an extra turkey leg. He offers it to Amber. "Here. For the Colonel. I mean, the Colonel DOES eat meat, no?" 

"So... did I ever tell you the symbolism of a Blue Falcon?"


Nowell's tattoos just keep lazily swirling around his forearms, matching the placidity of his features. He sorts out a few more bottles of drink, mostly in brown and green glass bottles. After tossing a couple to Amber, he approaches the winged Sidhe and extends a green bottle to her with a bow. "My Lady," he says, erring on the side of etiquette. Roque will just have to wait a moment.


Roque grins, and lets Nowell do his thing. He waits, but then just turns to Amber.


Roque says "Soo... Did I ever tell you?""


Harper smiles and accepts the bottle, "What is it?" the young woman asks, opening it to take a cautious sniff.


Nowell remains bowed. "I think the green are some sort of elderflower citrus cordial, and the brown is ginger." He explains, in his Francophone Montrealer accent. "My Lady," he repeats again, with the slightest of smiles.


Amber is happy to accept bottles from strangers and well, drink as much of them as she can. No questions asked - because asking a Pooka something, well, good luck with that. She looks to Roque, "I don't know nothing bout the blue flacon, other than it got the bestest color there is. She helpfully adds, "Ya'll should exchange names and shit, cause I don't know no ones titles other than I am supreme Awesome hatchery of the Colonel."


You say "Nowell Avery Gwenael ap Beaumayn." He pauses a beat. "Please, Lady, might I stand up now?""


Harper inclines her head, "Thank you sir, that sounds quite delightful," and she has a smile on her face after her cautious sniff, motioning for the gentleman to rise. She then lifts the bottle in Amber's direction. "Cheers! Thanks for securing me a drink.." and then back to Nowell, "I believe we met once before. You'd explained where you are from.. and I explained why you shouldn't worry about bowing that much."


Nowell just assumes that means he can stand up. "Tell that to your mother's lower Nobles?" He suggests, though the malice isn't directed towards her. "You want some help fucking up your erstwhile stepdad?" He asks Harper, relaxing into a little black-clad ball on the ground, his back against a stone. He unstoppers his blue bottle, and it smells like ozone and peppermint.


Roque blinks, looking at Nowell. "You are asking permission to stand from bowing? What kind of communist are you??" He shakes his head but does not interfere - at least this kid shows decorum. 

He turns to Amber."In the military that Knight Draper and I served, we both learned the legend of the Blue Falcon - who would serve with us, and fly alongside us, all the while taking more than its fair share of food, betraying the confidence of its allies, and generally making an already difficult military life into hell."


Harper nods her head at what Nowell is saying, "Yeah, and my sister too.. but they are both pretty out of reach in Caer Frost.." the young woman trails off, "Why don't you just give it a dishonorable discharge?"


"So the equivalent of me in the military if I were a military minded in-duh-vidual. I am a pain in the ass and make the world around me much more difficult for everyone else." Its said n such a matter of fact way too, Amber, she reaches so high. "Seems like an awesome dude, should I go Blue Falcon on someones ass?" She drinks some of what she has been given, grinning, "Thank you Mr. Nowell, you rock, and your elbow is yummy."


Amber barely pauses, "Mr. Roque and Harper? Can I lick you?"


Roque blinks, "Please don't. We're not that close."


Nowell still has those Nocker's goggles on, so it's impossible to discern what expression he actually has when he informs Roque, "I never said I was a Communist." He helps himself to his ozone-y drink. "Are you saying your sister is also Shadow Court?" He asks Harper, staring at the Sidhe through smoked glass lenses.


Nowell murmurs, "I would accept Communard, though, I suppose," philosophically.


Amber blinks, "Well I mean like a hand or finger, not your penis or something personal!"


Harper shrugs as she takes a long drink from the bottle she was given and smiles at Amber, "Sure, when and where?" then she glances back to Nowell, "Yes."


Roque blinks, "No people lick me unless I know and am satisfied with the reason."


Nowell starts working his way through all the buckles on his rucksack when Harper confirms his suspicion. He pulls an old antique clothbound journal and fountain pen out, almost - almost - fumbling it in his rush. "Your sister. This is new." He opens the cover, upon which 'les journaux incomplets de la cour fantome' is embossed, and puts pen to page.


"now now now give me arm please!" Amber cries exciteeldy. The Colonel seems to take that excitement for a grand meaning and turns eyes on Harper. The chimera licks chops, considering.


Nowell murmurs, "It's really not that terrible. Apparently I taste like cucumber and I forget what the fuck else."


Harper shrugs and holds out her arm to Amber, "I'm never going to say no when a girl offers to lick me.. probably not to a guy either," she admits.


Amber will saunter over to Harper and well, its rather dull when it happens. Amber sticks out her tongue and licks Harper's arm, roughly from elbow to wrist. "hhhhhhmmmmmmm you do not taste like Nowell, nor Aria, nor Mikel, but that was his head. He's a weenie, but doesn't taste like a weenie, more like soap." Just what everyone needs to know. She looks to Roque, "Mister Man, the blue falcon, whyfor has he called to you to me?"


Harper looks down at her arm and then over at Nowell while Amber is.. well, licking her arm. "Yeah.. this wasn't what I had in mind.."


Roque says "He hasn't - I just wanted to help honor someone in the Duchy with the accolades of a Blue Falcon in the form of a person. Someone besides Knight Draper's pet.""


Amber hmms, "So you want me to annoy someone for you?" She moves from Harper, over to Roque, taking his hand whether or not he wants her too, "Are you surrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre you want this to occur??"


Nowell's tattoos sparkle and fizz eagerly as Ducal gossip is disbursed. Or about to be. "It is not much, no. Just a little lick." He affirms.


Roque says "Well, I'm LESS sure when you ask it in THAT fashion...."


Harper shakes her head, grinning, "I'm going to have to find the regular kind, before I can sleep."


Nowell stares at Harper through those insectile goggles. "Oh. Right. You are Fiona." He reminds himself.


Roque takes a step back, and starts to walk away. "I have matters to attend to. I should leave you guys to it."


Amber starts to follow after Roque, but seems to think better of it, turning round and back to Nowell and Harper, "Hello, what courts are shadowed?"


Harper grins at Nowell, "Yep.. fearless," she then glances over at Amber. "Well, my mother's."


Nowell hums the tune to 'you say potato...' under his breath. "Fearless and sometimes kind of stupid because of it." Well, it /is/ true...Fionas dive in headfirst when it comes to their hearts. He watches after the retreating Roque. "I wish we could call a Court or something. There are too many moving parts, and if people want to talk Shadow Court, they should all be in one room."


"Whats a shadowed court about?" Amber asks looking confused, "And why does a sister be in it with a mother?" She scartches her head, then looks at the Colonel, "They talkin all weird again."


Harper sighs, "Sorry Amber.. there are more than Seelie and Unseelie, when it comes to organization and the Fae. There are groups that have other agendas, and one is the Shadow Court.. a hidden third court of Fae." The young woman glances at Nowell, "Heh, I'm not chasing my heart tonight."


Nowell takes a drink of pure coldness. "At least you have a heart to chase, so you are a step ahead there," he tells the other Sidhe philosophically. "People used to confuse the Unseelie for the Shadow Court in the past, but like all things of the Dream, that has changed."


"I'm Unseelie." Amber says it with confience, "Don't think I ever shadowed a court, but ain't never went to one til I was here and its boring and they make it so I can't talk none and that sucks. I should go drown myself in the lake now. Can I drink more tomorrow?"


Harper takes a drink from her bottle, then pauses to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "Have a nice lake nap Amber."


Nowell says, "Tell me that you are Unseelie, Amber?"


Amber ponders a moment, "I am the biggest Seelie ever. I never ever lie, and I am sweet and loving to everyone and don't torment the fuck out of anynne and I am super duper good at email."


,---------------------------- FM Dice -- WoD Style -----------------------------
| Amber rolls 2 dice (Charisma + Subterfuge) against a 6 difficulty:
|	4 5
| for a total of 0 successes.
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,---------------------------- FM Dice -- WoD Style -----------------------------
| Nowell rolls 8 dice (Perception + Alertness) against a 6 difficulty:
|	7 9 2 2 9 8 4 6
| for a total of 5 successes.
`-------------------------------------------------------------------------------



Nowell smiles bahind those smoked glass goggles. "Just checking."


Harper shakes her head, she almost laughs at what Amber is saying and then glances over at Nowell. "Pooka speak is hard, it's different for every Pooka."


Amber runs with her lizard towards the waters of the lake.


Nowell just keeps grinning. "I am delighted by how fresh everyone thinks I am!" He declares, and drinks some more.


Harper shrugs at Nowell, "Fresh off the boat from Canada," she offers a wink, perhaps because you don't need a boat to come here from Canada. "Still.. Amber is really hard to understand sometimes, and I grew up at Court."


Nowell shakes his head. "I mean Chrysalised. I got lucky for an Autumn Sidhe."


Harper smiles, "Oh, how long have you been tripping?" she queries. "I grew up thinking I was Kin and only changed a few months ago."


Nowell tucks his journal and pen away. "Something like ten years now, I think?" And not a Grump?


Harper grins, "Well, you've done a good job at staying young and having a fresh seeming perspective. Maybe that's why everyone assumes you don't know things?"


Nowell laughs wryly, and it still sounds delightful. "Or - and hear me out, here - it is because I am an Unseelie in a Houseful of Seelie, and that is just. Too. Weird. For them."


Harper peers at Nowell, "Fiona don't normally go Unseelie either, but I don't think anyone even notices."


Nowell points out, "To be fair, you do not have this whole heresy fuckery hanging over your heads." He fidgets with his bottle. "And it is taken for granted that you all love everyone; that you lack your own prejudices."


Harper shrugs one shoulder again, "Most of the people here assume I'm some kind of spy that is helping Northern Ice invade and take over.. so a lot of them won't even talk to me. Even though, they all knew me before when I was just Kin. People don't pay much attention to Kin though."


Nowell tugs his Nocker's goggles down from his eyes, and lets them dangle around his neck. "Interesting that I do not get the same reception, yet I am brand-new to the Duchy." His opalescent green eyes glaze over as he ponders something. "It is stupid that people discount the Kin. They - you - are our first line of defence against Banality." He brushes his hair out of his face. "So are you Autumn or Arcadian? Have you even had your Sainday away from your mother?"


Harper smiles, "Yeah, I'm Autumn, and yes, I've had my Saining," she shrugs. "The County didn't have a Seer at the time, still doesn't, I don't think? But, I got someone to help."


Nowell avoids looking puzzled, even if he faintly sounds it. "I was under the impression that Mlle Lilith was the local Seer."


Harper shakes her head, "If she is, I didn't see an announcement about it. But, she is the one with the skills needed.. so hopefully someone made it official."


Nowell admits, "I had been wondering if D'ana had led me here to See for you, but as soon as I encountered Lilith, it was clear that that was hubris on my part."


Harper shrugs, "Lilith is.. pretty awesome, but Jordan keeps her busy. I don't think she is even in town right now."


Nowell asks, "If the Duchy is so afraid that you are some sort of agent for your stepfather-to-be, why did they not just have a Gwydion question you?" His eyes glitter wickedly. "It's what they did to me in Neustria."


Harper shakes her head, "It isn't like Count Babatunde is worried about it, just the average Fairy on the street, if you know what I mean? I'm pretty sure Gabby was assigned to spy on me.. Most just don't really share what is going on. Like.. why the fuck did dragons attack?"


Nowell considers this a moment. "Count Babatunde SHOULD be worried about it, though, no? Maybe that is why you have fuckin dragons attacking," he theorizes, then leans back against his boulder and takes another drink. "It's not like the Shadow Court is not renowned for making nasty alliances with monsters."


"I mean, I spoke with him.. and he is Gwydion, so he isn't worried about me being a spy for anyone," Harper explains. "That hasn't changed how anyone else acts towards me."


Nowell nods as Harper clarifies, then waits to see if she elaborates any further.


Harper shrugs, "Perhaps Lady Merryn will work out, I'll actually get a title.. and get to help around here. Or maybe, I'll just be where the party is at."


Lilith passes through the gate from the direction of the glade.
Lilith has arrived.


Harper has a green bottle of something in hand and is sipping from it while talking with the Tiny Librarian.


Lilith arrives from the Glade, not the Owl. (that was an ooc convenience.)


Nowell's tattoos begin a slow gearlike grinding as his ponders something. "I would think that it is strange that you are not being Fostered by the Duke since you are the child of the Queen of Northern Ice, but I have only a rudimentary training in politics."


Lilith walks slowly toward Harper and Nowell, no longer bald and with new voile.


Harper smiles, "I was fostered by Sir David ap Gwydion for many years. He fought with the High King before David Ansley, during the war.." the young woman turns to glance at Lilith and smiles, "Hey, you have hair again!"


Ben has arrived.


Lilith nods to the titleless Sidhe and sketches a curtsey out of politeness. "That does seem a little odd,' she whispers. She turns her gaze to Harper. "Thank you. Merely a cosmetic Metamorphosis. It's not The Hair returned."


Just to be clear, Lilith had the same hair she has now when she met Nowell. It's new to Harper.
 

Nowell touches his index finger to the side of his head as Harper speaks. "I am sorry, but I do not know who neither Sir David ap Gwydion nor David Ansley are." He was unaware that anyone's hair had been missing? Then Lilith explains things, and he nods, drawing his knees up as he sits with his back to a nice, big boulder.


Ben strolls into the village his hair still tightly braided the red with just one shock of black hair in the braid, his beard parted and tied into two braids spotting Lilith and the rest he strolls over to where they are all gathered once close he will offer Lilith a hug.



Harper nods her head slowly, "Yeah, David ap Gwydion, David Charming.. got blown up in Germany. I'm sure you can find some news articles about it or something."


Harper says "And.. Lilith, why did 'The Hair' go away? It was fun when I met it before."



Lilith looks down, her delicate features composed in a melancholy but still pretty expression. She whispers, "That's a rather long story, perhaps another time." She glances at Nowell. "How goes your research? know you anything of Takhisis?"
 

Nowell just pulls his Nocker's goggles back up over his eyes and curls his arms around his knees. "Sorry, I do not." He doesn't comment on his research, or if he even has any at all to begin with.


Harper glances at Ben and then at Lilith.. then back to Nowell. The young woman goes uncharacteristically quiet and takes a long drink from her green bottle.


Ben smiles and drops the arm that was held out in offer of a hug. "What are we up ta this foine day?" He asks curiously stretching and rolling his shoulders he pulls out his flask opening it and takes a swig from the flask.


Nowell tilts his head to one side and regards both Harper and Ben, in turn, from behind those inscrutable smoked-glass lenses of his. He makes a few clumsy signs towards Lilith with one hand. <<English OK? I know guys those not.>>


Harper smiles at Nowell, "This is Benjamin McCrae, he is related to Liz and Count Dainel McCrae.. formerly the Reeve under the now Queen."


Nowell's spine tightens ever-so-exquisitely. "He is not Titled?" He enquires, the lightness of his tone belying his tension.


Ben clears his throat and gives a nod. "Squoire Benjamin McCrae, and aye Lizzy and Danny are me cousins."


Lilith signs back, spelling out words rather than using signs that Nowell might not know. <<T-h-e-y a-r-e m-o-s-t-l-y O-K. B-e-n h-a-s a t-e-m-p-e-r>>. The rapid hand signs are almost impenetrable to the onlooker with no knowledge of the ASL alphabet, apart from the obvious letters like l and o.


Harper scratches her chin, "Oh! I didn't know you were a Squire now Benji, congratulations. Whom do you Squire for?"


Nowell slowly picks out single letters as he responds to Lilith: <<OK. H-e-V-o-i-x-W-i-l-l-M-e-K-i-l-l.>> And this takes him longer than he would like it to, apparently, and he stops signing and has some more of his ozonewine, or whatever it is.


Ben looks to Harper smiling politely. "Ben or Benjamin please Harper. Only one person calls me Benji, Id loike that ta stay special between Josie and I please iffin ye donnae moind." He says politely. "Thank ye fer the congratulations, I'm a squoire ta Sir Travis Draper." He than looks between Lils and Nowell with the signing and raises a brow but laughs pleasantly. "Anythin' ta share with the rest o the class?" He asks them both his tone light and playful.


Harper glances between Nowell and Lilith and clearly she doesn't remember her sign letters from school, instead she smiles at Ben, "Squire Ben, then.." she smirks. "Sir Travis? So you must be helping him with the llamas."


Nowell replies, his accent thick and Francophone Canadian, "I expressed I did not know you, and I was reassured." He lightly tugs at the rings decorating his earlobes.


Lilithwhispers, "I told him you were OK. More or less ". She looks at Harper for a long moment, struck by her quasi-divine beauty.


Nowell snaps his fingers at Lilith. "...tabernak!...Hey! Those dragons, did they have bijoux in their faces instead of eyes? Jewels, I mean?" He asks the Sluagh.


Ben smiles and nods. "I'd hope I'm ok, I donnae think Josie woulda chosen me and fallen in love with me if I was a complete arse hole." He leans in and speaks softly to Lilith before straightening up he offers his hand to Nowell. "Squoire Benjamin McCrae, I'm a foighter and tattoo artist, have me hands in a few other endeavors too, and who moight ye be?" He asks before looking back to Harper. "Nae I'm on a more important task, trackin' down the green dragon and its roider. Gonna be puttin tagether a team ta help me, I got Josie on board already, so any other Aide I'd accept happily." He says with a grin.


Harper smiles a little more when she notices the way Lilith is looking at her. The young woman flutters her wings, and her eye lashes. Then she turns back to Ben, "Ah.. well, I'll have to talk to Sir Travis again then. Lady Merryn thinks the way we are treating those boys is below the way you treat a pile of dog shit you've accidentally stepped in.." the teen pauses. "I'm no tracker, but if you want a distraction and a pocket book to fund your endeavors, I'm happy to help."


Lilith says "I don't recall thst they did but I don't recall that they didn't. " She whispers to Ben, "that sounds nice.""


Harper's fluttering seems to break the spell, and Lil looks down and away, blushing a little.


Nowell comments, "If they are not jeweled, then they are likely not Les Vouivres, or dragons from Neustria."


Harper blinks, turning her head to look at Nowell, "What?" she looks pretty clueless and her head cocks to the side like the RCA dog trying to figure something out.


Lilith nods to Nowell and whispers, "I am so glad you are here. Maybe we should have a meeting about dragons, or continue the online discussion. Did you receive your Eldritch circle credentials yet?" She glances at Harper and looks away quickly.


Nowell stares at Lilith through his smoked-glass goggles. "What is an Eldritch Circle?"


Harper nods her head, "Yeah, I can see all the messages. I've had access since I was.. since D.. you know."


Ben blinks. "We have credentials? Since when, have I missed somethin'?" He asks honestly. "What about ye, Lils ye want ta help me track the green dragon and it's roider, it made off with the Dragon's gate that we want ta foind."


Lilith whispers, "The Eldritch Circle is both fictional, and entirely real. it is our shield against Mondays and Prodigals. It is a coordinated plan of deception with a surprisingly truthy core. And it is an encrypted email chain, where we exchange important information. I I will explain it in life, is there any chance you could accompany me into autumn?"


Nowell asks Lilith, "Who are you asking?"


Harper shakes her head, "Stupid David swore an oath about it, when people asked him about his powers.. he was all 'I am an elf'. Fucker couldn't lie, so the Duchy made up this thing called the Circle and actually held ceremonies and gave people titles."


Lilith whispers, "You and ben, at least. Harper if she wants. In Autumn I can get on a computer and show you more about the eldritch circle and request credentials for yo


Ben smiles to Lilith. "Allow me ta escort ye out please, I want ta make sure yet safe." He says with a bow. "I'd be happy ta escort ye." He nods his head to what Lils says. "Aye I'm quoite great with computers too Ill help, oh Lils I still have ta show ye me servers yea? I can do tha' at dinner."


Lilith don't you Harper then looks at Noel. "I am a troglodyte , you an elf.


Nowell is definitely going to have to hear more about /all/ of this, but he has his own mysteries to attend to this afternoon. "Conflicting assessments!" He exclaims. "But I should go make sure I am sorted for work."



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