The Blue Moon Revel (Mass Thread)

[Gemini Enigma]

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1"] The pavilion was filling, along with the fountains, the goblets, and the eyes of the fae present. Gemini watched the Undersea delegation over the rim of his goblet, his gaze trailing lazily over them—some overly pale, some green- or blue-hued, all serpentine and gleaming. Most of them were slick and smooth-edged, reflective like oil, but one of the princesses stood apart from the rest. She seemed cut with some sharper tool than her family and peers, he thought. That would be a matter worth investigating—but later.  "Are we meant to talk to them?" The small voice that had arisen at his side belonged to Ophelia Eurydice, the youngest of Alaric's claimed children at only seven. Gemini happened to know that Caelia Foxglove, a serving girl to one of the East Court dignitaries, had a son by him who was barely more than an infant, but no one was meant to be aware of the child's existence.  Despite being related by full blood to Ambrose, Ophelia preferred Gemini over the rest of her siblings, for reasons he had never understood. She was repeatedly discouraged from associating with her disgraced half-brother, but it never seemed to stop her. Now, he felt the shy slip of her hand into his, hers small and soft, his heavy with rings. "You and Ambrose certainly ought to," he mused, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. If the High King chose to ignore the responsibility of Gemini's existence, then Gemini himself would take any chance to do the same. "But I was under the impression that you weren't meant to be here at all, imp."  Ophelia shuffled closer to his side. "Perhaps Father means to show me off so that I can be betrothed. To make peace." "Marvelous prize though you would be, pet, the Undersea have no interest in your brand of bargaining chip," Gemini mused, propping one shoulder against the column he stood beside. "Their princes are insignificant, and with the princesses, you could produce no heir." Ophelia sighed like a person much older. "That's what paramours are for. But they're all much too old anyways. Perhaps you could have one." Gemini almost laughed—a rare thing for it to be genuine. "If they care little for you as a bargaining chip, they'd be insulted by me as an offer," he said, as amused as he ever was. Besides, he had no interest in marrying. He had spent enough time sharing and splitting and compromising and bowing to someone else, instead of claiming the control for himself. Speaking of which— All the lights in the pavilion flickered at once, and the High King raised his hand. He was about to speak.  open mentioned: Jin-Hwa Mei [newclass=.box1]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #091c3d;[/newclass]

Music Word count: 458 Notes: Ophelia is an NPC (obviously), but she's up for grabs as a want ad if anyone is interested.

credit to Laura of Adox

[Amaris Silvershade]

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1a"] They had to know that this was a stupid idea. All of the fae with power under one open roof, parading their goodwill towards each other when everyone knew there were knives hidden in their sleeves and smiles—it was a target. It was an explosion waiting to happen. It was a lure for disaster—a disaster like her.  Amaris had wondered if this lure might come with a trap, back when her mind was still her own. She wasn't important enough to them, though—that said, it wasn't like she'd be taking at as a compliment when the snare tightened around her. If.  But, again, that was back when her thoughts were linear, comprehensible, instead of sprawling and hungry for violence. As long as the moon was full, it was impossible to create enough destruction. She'd been clumsy with an excess of strength for the last few days, as usual, but now any control she'd had was gone and she didn't want it back. Amaris staggered towards the pavilion, pupils slitted in opposition to the moon hanging like a lantern overhead. open [newclass=.box1a]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #4d221a;[/newclass]

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credit to Laura of Adox + SeaJem

[velvet]

Velvet emerged from the water with her sister and the other Undersea students. While not a student herself, she was meant to serve in a different capacity for the sake of peace between their peoples. The water streamed around them as they emerged, falling away to reveal the Undersea fashion selected for this particular event. Dark and flowing, lacking in the gaudy gold surrounding them. Her eyes swept the gathering, expression bored. Parties- how the Fae loved to host their parties and be seen. She could understand the being seen bit, but not the mingling. She drifted a bit further from the water, dressed in shimmering black and silver. 

Her eyes were too green for the Undersea, her face not sharp enough to be fully fae. Her body was too full, not spritely enough. An odd mix that revealed everything she was and was not by blood. She tossed a sharp smirk at any whose eyes lingered too long, a predator at ease in a territory not its own. Come closer, her expression said, See how many fingers you lose if you dare to touch. She might be emissary, but she wasn't a caged animal or oddity to be ogled. 

The king made his move, then, obviously read to speak. Velvet let her gaze fall on him, snatching a drink from a servant and sniffing at it contemplatively. 

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[attr="class","ptword"]Asuka first post!

[attr="class","thegreattt2"]The Blue Moon Revel

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[attr="class","ptpost"]Asuka was undeniably nervous. She had never been on land before, and she felt out of place among the lavish high nobility. A fae from the outskirts like her didn't belong among all the glitz and glamor. All she knew of it was the stories her father and Jay had shared with. But stories could only tell so much, and she fretted endlessly that she would do something wrong at this all so important revel. Though the revel was a fae festival, the weight of it was much greater than normal. She wasn't an emissary like her father. She didn't know much about the rules of the land-dwelling fae. For now, she'd do her best to keep her head down and not cause any trouble.[break][break]

At the top of the stairs curling from the sea, her eyes lit with wonder at the world laid out before her. A land she'd only heard of filled with a people she knew little of. Her eyes trailed the flowers and silks decorating the pavilion. Alliums: Prosperity. Olive: Peace. Casablanca lilies: Celebration. Not only the flowers she loved, but the stars above captivated her attention. Asuka traced her hands over the star signs carved into the posts. She was closer to the stars than she'd ever been. As captivated as she was by the decor, she saw little of the people around her. Only when the lights dimmed did her eyes turn from the flora to the tower's base where the High King now stood.[break][break]

Something was happening, and whatever it was gripped her heart in a cold hand. The fanfare pulled her from her childish wonder back to the real world. This wasn't the time to be making a fool of herself over plants and stone carvings. She wondered if anyone had seen and quickly dipped her head to hide her embarrassment. Could she make it anymore obvious what a country bumpkin she was.

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[attr="class","ptquoo]It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone... but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

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[Gemini Enigma]

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1"] Gemini shuttered his expression to watch his father. One day, he vowed to himself. One day, they would have a proper orator making these speeches. One day, they would have a strategist at the helm of the Faewild who knew all the right places to cut instead of resorting constantly to blunt force. One day, they would have something more than a farce of a king who never learned moderation.  But this was not that day, and so Gemini settled his hand on Ophelia's shoulder and listened with the attention expected of a loyal son as his father spoke.  Alaric cupped one hand around the base of his goblet, the wavering light reflecting off the rim and striking the hard angles and flat planes of his face, the twisting crown that encircled his brow. The fae could not lie, but his smile certainly did. "Friends," he said, giving a flash of white teeth, slight fangs. "Allow me to interrupt your celebrating, after which the music may rise and play on until the sun comes up to cease it.  As I mention music—tonight is a night for harmony. To our delegation from the Undersea, I urge you: learn the rhythm of the land. Dance to it. It is my heartbeat—" His voice grew lower, smoother "—and I hope it will become your queen's as well." He cast his stone-gray eyes across the gathered crowd, and Gemini saw them land on the queen's face. Surely Alaric knew that she would never be one of his conquests, but maybe he just liked the challenge. "Not only do we celebrate the making of peace tonight, we also begin to train our next generation side-by-side. In fact, Princess Jin-Hwa Mei will be a student at Iris, once classes begin." He extended a hand towards the sharp-edged princess, the one Gemini had been speaking to " She is only a bit younger than my son." He grasped Ambrose's shoulder. Gemini forced his mouth into a rigid line, smoothed out the scowl that wanted to sour his features. Let him be forgotten. It meant being underestimated. It meant he would not be expected.  "She will be studying at Iris alongside some of the Cardinal Courts' finest. As we teach war, we will also teach peace. As we teach craftsmanship, we will teach alliance. This will be a proud day for Faerie indeed." He believed it, Gemini could tell. But that did not make it true.  "Drink, dance, celebrate, my friends. The night is young. So is peace. And so are we." Alaric raised his goblet in a toast, brought it to his lips, and drained what was left in it. The revelers would be expected to follow suit.  Gemini did not. He'd already drunk his dry.  Jin-Hwa Mei [newclass=.box1]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #091c3d;[/newclass]

Music Word count: 459 Notes: When Gemini and Jin-hwa's thread happens in relation to all this is kinda messy and ambiguous, so we just won't worry about it.

credit to Laura of Adox

[Sutton Elizabeth Bane]

Sutton lived a world where she was naive to the politics and the harsh realities of the royal courts. She was a daughter of nobleman and all she dreamed about was visiting the courts and doing the dancing at their parties. She wanted to make friends and learn what it would be like to live among the royalty. Her eyes wide and shining bright as she walked around. Everyone was dressed so pretty and they were so poised. She felt like she didn't fit in, dressed for the part but she wasn't very graceful like the others. Her words can tumble as she can say the wrong thing and sometimes she would even fall or stumble.

It was her known trait. Her family thought she was cursed or something because of how easily she fell everywhere. She was also able to find herself in trouble in more times then she can count. She opened her mouth but she didn't know how to properly try to talk to someone. She was a bit different than the others. She didn't want to offend anyone or say the wrong thing.

"um..." she began but closed her mouth again. now what?
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[Gemini Enigma]

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1"] Gemini looked away from his father, feigning interest in the rest of the Undersea delegation. In truth, if he had to watch Alaric and Ambrose for another moment, he'd show his anger on his face, or something equally foolish.  There was, however, a curiosity among the ranks of the Undersea, one of those standing nearest to him—a girl with similar features to his own. She had a certain solidity of bone structure, the tips of her ears half-rounded, and she bore no sign of horns, fangs, or claws. She appeared slightly older than himself, but appearances could be deceiving, as everything else was with the fae. Gemini shifted nearer to her. "How curious," he mused, "that my father would call your younger sister up to the dais. Perhaps because she is to be a student?" Beneath a sweep of dark lashes, his silver eyes were keen and sharp. Perhaps not all half-mortal royals held the same bitter ambition as he did—all, as if there were many—but it was a bet he was willing to make.  velvet [newclass=.box1]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #091c3d;[/newclass]

Music Word count: 180 Notes: Figured some actual interaction should happen, hehe. Watch out, Vel...he really hates your sister.

credit to Laura of Adox

Someone who can't see the oponent standing right in front of them cannot defeat the opponent that lies beyond

Chao Li watched the revel silently. His back was straight. His sword was strapped to his back. He didn't understand the purpose of these events. No. That wasn't true. He didn't understand the practical purpose. He understood the politics. He understood the games the fae played. And he was a good player. He would act. But he wouldn't say that he wanted to be here.

His fae half wouldn't allow him to lie.

He watched the torches burn, the flames reflected in his eyes. He watched the high king toast. He watched the fae drink. His hands did not move. 

He wasn't technically on duty here. It was all a habit. Be still. Watch. Learn whatever you can, but never put yourself at more risk than necessary. Be ready, always, for the next fight. He had lived long enough to know there would always be one.

@cheshire , Open
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[Amaris Silvershade]

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1a"] Amaris was more animal tonight than fae, beastlike though the fae already were. She was filled with the hunger of a creature on the hunt. But instead of seeking for food or proper prey, she just needed an outlet, some way to spend this excess of strength before it tore her apart. And tonight, she had bigger, better things to tear down.  She was no creature of stealth—panting, staggering, something like a grunt lingering in the back of her throat—but she didn't need to hide that she was there. A group of lesser South Court nobles were standing with their backs to her, lingering on the edge of a ring of wild dancers. The music made her head swirl.  Being alone didn't make her helpless. Maybe she had worked well with Wolfsbane, but now she depended on no one and endangered no one by extension. Her mind was singly focused. Get it out. Use it. She could feel the aching itch under her skin. She rose up behind one of the South Court nobles and seized him by the throat, sinking her nails in. In this state, she could crush him so easily.  Finally, the screams started. Good. They would see how useless it was to put peace on parade.  Open [newclass=.box1a]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #4d221a;[/newclass]

Music Word count: 212 Notes: This is plotted, but anyone who's interested is welcome to get hurt.

credit to Laura of Adox + SeaJem

[Calanthe Willowlace]

A corner table, surrounded by the creeping ivy and flowering vines that climbed up the walls, the perfect place to observe the Revel without being in the center of it all. It was here that Calanthe Willowlace sat for much of the night, deep blue dress gracefully smoothed and the white and silver crystals that adorned it sparkling like fresh fallen snow, lazily swirling her glass of wine. She held the glass by the rim, rather than the stem, it was harder for poison to be slyly dropped in if her hand was over the top of the glass after all. She watched the other fae sway and twist around the room in a psychedelic swirl of color and light, many dancing, others talking, plenty parading themselves like peacocks for the King of the High Court. She let out a quiet scoff at the sight, blue lips twitching into a smirk at the corners.

Blue and green, scaled and gilled fae studded the Revel like drops of water, the Fae of the Undersea. She watched them warily, unsure of what to make of them. They had been enemies for so long but now they were all meant to get along. Her smirk morphed into a small frown as she pondered them. Her studying was cut short, however, as the King began his speech, something about peaceful relations with the Undersea, a princess, and the school. She sighed and leaned back slightly in her seat as she turned her attention to the plants on the wall beside her, tuning out the Revel as the king ended his address. Lost in her studying of a particularly brightly colored flower, she didn't notice that anything had gone amiss until suddenly everyone around her was screaming.

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Someone who can't see the oponent standing right in front of them cannot defeat the opponent that lies beyond

Chao Li always felt like a set piece at these revels. Few people even considered him. They just saw a knight and kept moving. It was odd, to be trusted so easily. It was odd that he had a pair of swords strapped to his back and that was that was what made him irremarkable.

He doubted he was the most dangerous person here. The High King of Faerie. The Undersea soldiers. Undersea steel was not something to be trifled with. Even his swords weren't that good. And he couldn't get near iron, like anyone with fae blood.

He was honestly expecting more violence. His job was simply to keep the peace. Supposedly a simple job. He knew that revels like this would be anything but. The fae spilled blood like they spilled wine-- often in tandem. 

And if on cue, a woman crushed the windpipe of a south court diplomat. He reached for his swords on instinct before dropping his hands. No. Not until he absolutely had to.

That kind of raw strength was uncommon, even with the fae. He moved through the throng cautiously. The screaming had started and stopped far too easily. This was faerie. People got hurt. Deaths were more rare.

But not out of the question. He shoved his way to where the noise was coming from, drew one sword, and leveled it at the offender. It was a clear challenge. It was a risk. One he was willing to take.

No one was going to die tonight. 

Amaris Silvershade
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[Guinivere Marcel]

I'll get you out on the floor, Shimmering beautiful
And when I break it's in a million pieces

Guinivere watched the revel spin and swirl past. The High King made a toast. Her eyes weren't on him.

Her conversation in the tower aside, this was all on schedule. She was in position. And she had a good view of the court. 

The poisoner's prince. Curious, that. She was the poisoner, and she would sooner take his half-sister. Would that free him from his legacy or doom him ever further? 

Guinivere did not concern herself with legacies. She didn't even have a history.

No Chinese in the house. No Korean. Write English. Speak English. Study England. Sometimes she wondered what would have happened if she had grown up in China, with her aunt who she only met once. Sometimes she wondered what would have happened if her mother hadn't married a heartbreaker. If Guinivere hadn't become one. 

Did she become what she loved or did she just accept her true self? She would never know the answer to any of these questions. There had never been another choice. Not for her.

Guinivere did not have choices. Only actions. So she raised her cup. She drank. Every glass in this room could be poisoned and she-- the mortal-- would be the only one left standing. 

You could kill an immortal, but no one knew how to poison death herself. And after all that--

Someone was going to die tonight. 

@gemini, @cheshire
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[Tsukishima "Suki" Kagome]

I'm sorry
I don't think i caught your name

Suki tilted her head all the way back towards Adem. It was an empty gesture. She knew he was there. She had his heartbeat memorized.

She tried not to let that bother her. Instead, she just blinked once and focused back towards the front. For some reason, she wasn't even thinking about a hookup right now. She was going back to school, and that occupied her mind.


She hated it. That wasn't the point. She didn't give a damn about that stupid school.

And then the screaming starter. Suki felt something wet on her face-- blood, blood, it was blood. She knew the coppery scent. She knew the sensation. If she drew her hands back from her face, she knew they would be blazing crimson.


If she remembered what crimson looked like, that is.


She ran into Adem, pulling away from the source. She didn't even know what she was thinking. Get out or get away or I hope that was my Aunt's blood. She grabbed him by his arm and dragged him back. Why was she trying to get him out too? Was she saving him or did she know that if she lost that heartbeat she was going to lose all sense of reality.

Already it was fraying. Already she was running low on question marks.

Adem Agni Yadav
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[Amaris Silvershade]

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1a"] An opponent? Delicious. Amaris had shark's teeth, for cutting and tearing, every bone serrated at the edge. She could carve him, tear free the red threads, break his pretty sword. Anything to relieve the pressure that threatened to split her skin, to make her eyes bulge. A knight would fight well enough to satiate her, she thought. She lunged at him, hands closing over the hilt of the sword. She could crush it in her grip, break the bones in his fingers. She could feel the heat of his hand, the pulse of blood, the straining tendons. She wanted to rip them out. Standing like this, the point of the sword almost rested over her sternum. Would he try to plunge it in? She'd like to have something to break.  It was a good thing she hadn't kept her mind.    @moonflower [newclass=.box1a]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #4d221a;[/newclass]

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credit to Laura of Adox + SeaJem

[Gemini Enigma]

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1"]Gemini was a more able swordsman than anyone else in his family; one of his greater points of pride was that he'd been able to beat Ambrose in every sparring match when they were young. Shortly thereafter, they'd been forbidden from going against one another, and Gemini was no longer allowed to receive instruction. It didn't matter. He had always taught himself best.  All that was to say that he really considered involving himself, for a moment, when the bloodshed began; he rested a hand on the spiraling hilt of the silver, rather decorative rapier that hung at his hip and flexed his beringed fingers as if to draw it. Strange indeed, to be armed at a peacemaking revel, but no one paid enough attention to him to notice unless he wanted them to. Anyways, the knight was handling things so nicely, and his fae half couldn't help but delight in the chaos.  Would the lanterns break, he wondered? Would fire spill into the sea? Would it catch the Princess's hem, consume her, make her a torch, a sun in the form of a girl? Curiosities abounded. They were too strong for him to step in; he had to see what happened next.  Ophelia's small hand gripped his arm. She'd returned to his side. Gemini glanced down at her. "What is it?" There was a frown on her face, so serious, like him in that way. "Look," she said, her voice overly placid. Gemini looked over the top of her head to the dais. His father's grip on Ambrose's shoulder had tightened; it was no longer a gesture of pride. The Crown Prince was the only thing keeping the High King upright.  Curious, indeed.  Jin-Hwa Mei , @moonflower (both mentioned) [newclass=.box1]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #091c3d;[/newclass]

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