Chancellorxlaer​:

who? @alekgray

where? the boundary between the King’s Forest and New Rome

“I kept an eye out during Mercuralia, but they are truly getting awfully bold now that the Senate has allied with them,” Robin mentions idly as she steps out of the woods and closer to Alek, a disgruntled look on her face even as she nods politely to the Alpha. They are here to talk business, after all, and she is not Zahrya. It is amusing to see him petting the Lycans, almost tempting to do the same at times, but there is a time and a place for everything, and she doubts Alek would be as enthused with her petting as he is with Zahrya’s. Their bond is rather different to her connection with the Alpha, after all. “Most of that technology was new too.”

lainxsolus​:

The lycan listened as she divulged more information about the target, analyzing her words down to every last detail.  From how Robin spoke of the hunter, he could not shake the feeling that this was personal to the fey.  It served as a testament to the organization’s leaps in power, that they could sink their claws into a species as ancient and cunning as the eladrin.  “How do you know this hunter?  Did they try to kill you or something?” Lain prodded, like he wouldn’t eventually find out for himself.  When he hacked someone, he looked at everything. He commited the man’s name to memory, wishing he was already back at his place seated in front of his computer and not in the middle of the forest. A chancellor. The woman standing before him was no ordinary fae.  He wondered if she would try to pet him like a dog in the same way that the spring chancellor liked to run his fingers through Alek’s hair. He began to question as to whether or not he would let her. “Lain Solus. Just some lycan,” Lain offered lamely with a shrug, digging his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.  

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“Or something,” Robin says dryly, a wry smile on her lips to hide the sudden bout of darkness on her eyes at the reminder of the hunter’s betrayal. She had built herself up from how he had left her, bleeding out on the forest floor to save his own skin, but that did not make her forget. She would never forget, even if she is aware she will have to feign forgiveness if she wants to make further use. Feign forgiveness or truly forgive him, for she knows herself and knows that the human holds a soft spot for her. Still, her duties to the Court trump even that forgiveness, and she had already put him above her people’s safety once. As a Chancellor she cannot do it again. Even if she did end up forgiving Wade, she would still use him to destroy the Eye. The thought dims her smile for a moment, before she focuses back to the lycan in front of her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Solus,” she tells him, head tilting to examine him more closely now that the business side of the conversation had been over and done with. “I would like to argue about your comment however,” she continues, a playful drawl on her lips as she keeps meeting his eyes. “After all, you are the only lycan that can get me what I want and that is something I truly appreciate. Is there anything I could do for you as a thanks?”

"Rhovanor," Robin greets with delight. It has been quite some time since she had seen her fellow Fall Eladrin and she had been wondering where he had been. The funny thing is, she doesn't remember why she had been wondering about him. Funny in the most curious way, settling on her gut heavily for a moment, with something that almost seemed like worry— Until it was swiped away by the delight and excitement of the festivities. Taking a step forward, she falls into the hug with ease, enjoying the presence of yet another one of her people coming to greet her. "I have been well," she says, even as Wade's face pops into her head for no reason. "How have you been? Where have you been? We haven't seen each other for a long while, and I do miss our chats."

starter for @thegoodfellow event: Midsommar Night's Dream

It was good to see his former chancellor around. There'd been instances in which Rhovanor was grateful for Robin's continuous support, remembered her no doubt important role within the Autumn court and the way he'd looked up to her -- all of which faded in comparison to the loyalty he experienced nowadays. Still, he'd have to show his gratitude towards her tonight. "Chancellor Goodfellow, I'm so happy to see you," he was, already visible by the way he approached her. One tight hug followed, his face pressed against the curve of her neck, just keeping himself in there for a bit. "How have you been? It's been some time, truly."

alekgray​:

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

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

who?@wintersaurora where? the hall of mirrors

"I have to ask, do you want your human friend to die? Because that is how they fucking die, my friend," she tells Aurora, pointing towards the sheet ghost wandering around the party and getting dangerous close to what she thinks is a rather angry-looking revenant, who also happens to be rather close to the stairs that lead up to the vampire orgy/eating room. "I thought you liked humans? It seems rather cruel to bring someone who knows shit all about the supernatural into a party that is the metaphorical equivalent wolf's den. Tell me that you gave him protection charms at least, I will have to be disappointed on your treatment of humans otherwise."

who? @springlia where? the memorial pathway

One step after the other, the sound resonating all around her as she makes her way through the Memorial Pathway with quiet reflection. The month of planning had been worth it, the hours spent learning from the elders and the daimona leaving their mark on her psyche and her confidence. Robin feels more like herself than she has ever felt, settled into her skin now that there is no hesitation with her step. It's a pleasant yet odd feeling, and she had taken to the pathway to meditate upon it. Despite it all, she did not expect to see the spring fey on her path. Their situation had driven Robin to learn the names and faces of all the survivors, so she knows the name of the fey before her. A former exile, now resworn to the courts.

"If I recall correctly, you were invited to the solstice," she muses as she steps closer to settle at her side. "Did we have the pleasure of hosting you?"

wintersaurora​:

Sympathy and pity came to Aurora in droves, and if she’d had even half of the arrogant pride that she’d possessed only months before, it would have made her sick. Now she was too tired to care, too knowledgable of how easily it was to lose all of it - all of them. The last time something similar to this had happened to her, Aurora had spent so long cold and dead to then all but explode with vengeance towards Titania, spurred in that direction by Fen’harel and her own bubbling resentment and overwhelming grief. But she wouldn’t allow herself to make that mistake again. When her time to explode came, it would be in a rage directed rightfully to Ayi’ig. She could save it until then, let it fester in her chest as she went absently through the motions of surviving each day.

Robin’s appearance was reminiscent to her of Fen’harel, the other Autumn Chancellor that had come to her in concern for her well-being. How so much had changed. Aurora had been looking out at the Winter fey working on bringing down that ridiculous statue that Laer had encouraged them to put up. She’d probably have them store it in some cave. But now she turned her attention to Robin as she came up the steps and spoke. “Sure,” she replied softly. No joy but no annoyance either. It was inevitable that they spoke. “… Though I know you’re sorry for what happened and I appreciate any concern you might have, I would prefer not to dwell on my state right now. I promise you enough other people are caring.” 

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Aurora’s permission is all she needs to walk to the other’s side and set the basket delicately by her side, occupying her hands on opening the cork. The movement pulls slightly at the new scar that occupies her stomach, but not enough for her to show any sign of pain. It has been long enough that the scar is almost fully healed, long enough that it will soon enough be nothing but a reminder of humanity’s worst. A reminder that trusting humans is a foolish endeavor and to believe on her instincts rather than on her whims. A reminder that as a Chancellor, her own desires do not matter, she must destroy anyone who wants to harm her people before they can attempt to do so.

“You have no idea how much I wish I could use sarcasm the human way right now,” Robin offers flatly as she uncorks the cider and hums a melody to create two glasses, filling them up with it and offering one to Aurora. “Are we not friends? Are we not fellow Chancellors? Do I not have the right to be concerned? Or do you not consider my concern as truthful as you would want because you only see me as Fen’harel’s failure of a replacement, Aurora?” The last question is asked flatly. All she had wanted was to ensure that her friend was alright, and yes, she understands the distress Aurora has suffered is unspeakable, but she has always been confrontational and the sense of betrayal is too fresh, the thought of her weakness too heavy, for her not to default into her old instincts. She regrets the words as soon as they leave her lips, though, and she sighs, a hand raising to rub her eyes tiredly. “Apologies, everyone is on edge right now, including me, but I should not have said that.”

zahryaofspring​:

✿*ﾟ ‘ﾟ･

Dislike for mortals? A hundred, even a thousand years ago, the notion might’ve made Zahrya chuckle. After all, it made no sense to harbor negative emotions for creatures so far beneath him. Pity sure, but blatant dislike? He could’ve denounced the idea completely once, but truth is fluid and the mouth of his changeling remains open unspeaking for he can tell no lies.

“Until they are reminded of their place, the denizens of this realm should not expect any love from me. Either we can wait for that, or we can remind them ourselves.” When the changeling finally vocalizes Zahrya’s words, it comes out as a gravelly hiss. The vines wrapped around its body sharpen to points unintentionally and the air around him seems to vibrate, signs of the Chancellor’s agitation. “The old ways have gotten us this far. Abandoning them purely because they conflict with the state of this realm would be foolish.”

Though he calms himself as he pilots the changeling closer to Robin’s face. “What I desire most is the safety and longevity of our people. Anything more is a distraction. Duty and desire are one for me, I would gladly give my life to fulfill both.” It may not be what she wants to hear, but it’s his truth. If Titania asked him to fall on his sword right then he would without question. “You raise excellent points, but my knowledge and wisdom can be passed on. Perhaps flesh pleasures can help bring about an heir for my court, but I worry how I’d nurture the blossom properly outside of the maze…” 

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“Fear is likely not going to remind them of their place, simply plant the seeds of spite on their hearts,” she says slowly, words measured so that he recognizes their weight. If there is anything she has learned on her PhD program is that mortals are petty, no matter how much they deny it. Show something to fear and they will seek to destroy it. The Eye proves to be a great example of that. “Please correct me if I am wrong, but I believe the old ways meant for us to dazzle mortals with out feats not scare them?”

Robin is not sure, for she has heard her mother’s stories and she understands that at times her kind has done both, but it is worth asking, if merely to attempt to deescalate the situation. They are guests among the Pluto vampire’s, and bringing conflicts to their doors will only bring more trouble. Something the courts truly do not need.

“We are in troubling times, Chancellor. We cannot afford to lose our most powerful defenders and protectors with things as they are, and while it is noble that you would give your life to fulfill your duty, that is not what we need,” she begins, voice deliberate as she faces the Changeling with a mild expression. “We need leaders, and despite being able to pass on your knowledge and wisdom, leadership is a rather different skill, is it not?”

A key portion of the lycans have begun to act oddly, and her concern for her very own wolf has increased every time she has encountered yet another bloodthirsty member of the Lupo pack. The math had been simple, that of equating those who had been filled with bloodlust with those who had been given Zahrya's forsaken blood fruit. Unfortunately, that did mean that Lain is likely to be affected, as she had counted him amidst the number when the blood fruits had been offered. Her fears are manifested when she runs into her wolf, her rotted ones just beyond reach dealing with a wave of bothersome drows. As she sees the lycan that she had begun to like begin shifting, the Autumn Chancellor feels unbearably tired, knowing this encounter would only end one way.

Running would be a mistake, with her magic half-drained and her desire to keep it for extreme dangers only, so she doesn't, falling instead upon the training she had gone through at Rainer's hand and attempting to evade the running lycan's attack.

She is not entirely lucky, a long swipe cutting through the flesh of her arm, but it is enough for her to get out of the way and reach for her blades. Falling into position, she allows her eyes to flicker to the side and she relaxes as she sees her changeling approaching. They are far enough that she is still in danger, but she is sure she can manage for another few minutes.

"Lain, listen to me," she asks, voice calm and level as she looks into eyes she can no longer recognize. "Listen, please. Don't make me do something I cannot take back."

for: @thegoodfellow

Where: Ruins of Rome

Time: Day 9, before she gets back in the fey megazord 

Notes: the drug addicted dog came back but he bites now :( 

Thanks to the power of the bloodfruit, for the first time since Lain had been bitten, he felt like a proper lycan and not just some sorry excuse for one. He had never tasted raw power until now, his wolf form doubling in size and tenacity. But like every other good thing in Lain’s life, it did not last. How could he have known that the magic imbued fruit that he had consumed a week ago could be so easily manipulated by the Drow?  The corruption coursed through his veins, constricting his mind and bending it to their dark will.  Fate was cruel.  Of all the eladrin that would cross his path at this time, of course the person standing before him had to be Robin.  One of a select few that it would absolutely destroy him to hurt.

“Robin,” He breathed out, his skeleton already snapping and shifting.  “I can’t make it stop,” his voice was a deep, distorted growl.  Another violent shudder passing through his body, bluish-grey fur sprouting on exposed skin. The changeling heart he had come to rely on so heavily was malfunctioning, the unstable lycan no longer had that crutch to lean on. There was no stopping this, the transformation was inevitable. “Run!” When his new body fell into place, he charged. He leapt at the fall chancellor, blood stained claws slashing at flesh.  When the two of them had been entwined, Lain had always hid this side of himself. But now against his will, his true nature was on full display. There was no coming back from this, he feared.