The Blue Moon Revel (Mass Thread)

[Guinivere Marcel]

The Blue Moon Revel

The blue moon revel: to welcome the undersea fae's arrival, to celebrate peace, to encourage harmony. While the fae cannot lie, that description is certainly duplicitous. What the true intentions behind this revel are may well be determined by who can create the result they wish.

The setting of this event is a raised pavilion on the shore to better welcome the undersea. This pavilion is lavishly constructed, with flowers crowding the edge and winding around the poles supporting the silks that make up the roof. Flowery fragrance and wine are thick in the air, but so is the potential for violence. Drinks are plentiful. How many are poisoned? The stairs curling into the sea may seem tempting, but the real question is who they let out. This pavilion is built with star signs promising good fortune carved into the supporting posts and dance floor. Will they prove to be true? Little else is.

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[Gemini Enigma]

[attr="class","box1G"]If one did not know better, they might have thought that Gemini Enigma wanted to be anywhere else. The half-mortal half-prince stood by one of the posts that held up the pavilion, gazing lazily out across the water, where the blue moon painted a smeared trail over the waves like an oil slick. Strange, that they called it a blue moon. It looked golden tonight, and its reflection was a pale, champagne gold that streaked the caps of the dark waves. Gemini wished they'd served champagne tonight. But there was only wine, berry-red and overly sweet, staining the bored line of his mouth. It flowed in miniature fountains around the pavilion, ready to be collected in goblets, to loosen tongues—as well as buttons and laces, he suspected. That was certainly one way to broker peace. The fae were all beautiful creatures, inclined to follow any whim that struck them, so it wasn't as if it took much. His father was holding court near one of the fountains, his eyes stone-gray without any reflection of light. Strange, that. The pavilion was encrusted with lanterns like barnacles on a sunken ship. But Alaric Enigma had no need to follow nature's rules; nature was his spirit, entwined with his life, and he was the law. Ambrose stood at his elbow, making conversation with some South Court dignitary. Despite the fact that the fae could not lie, Gemini observed, none of the three were telling the truth. His lip curled. This was not a night for feeding the bitterness in him that never seemed to die. His haughty, disinterested expression settled back into place like a wound healing, and he cast his eyes towards the water, where a ripple had begun to make its way to shore. [newclass=.box1G]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1G::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1G::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #091c3d;[/newclass]

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[Jin-Hwa Mei]

If I cannot be better than them
I will Be so much worse

Jin-hwa considered this entire thing beneath her, but here she was. She had been acknowledged as worthy. She had been chosen to attend the Iris Academy. Like anything else she could be given, it felt like a slap. She didn't want anything given to her. She would earn it. Anything given could be taken away. She had earned what she had. She dared someone to try to take her crown.


But appearances were appearances, and if she was to come, she would make an entrance. Perhaps that was why the staircase was there. Maybe because her mother thought she had a flair for the dramatic. But Jin-hwa did nothing that wasn't calculated, nothing that wasn't necessary, and her mother didn't know her. This wasn't dramatics. This was making a point.


So when she emerged from the sea, people noticed. Flanked by the other undersea students, Jin-hwa could feel eyes turn to her. They may have been a small group. They were not without power.


She looked across the pavilion with disdain. Gold and more gold. Golden torches. Golden design. The folk did so love their glitter. But the glitter in her eyes-- the frozen droplets suspended in her hair-- they were real. This was all for show.


Except-- there. In the corner. A flash of silver. Mercury or stardust. Poison or magic. There and gone. Jin-hwa turned back to the crowd. Whatever it was. It wasn't worth dwelling on.


It wasn't.

Gemini Enigma
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☽LIA☾ + PUNKI

[Bran Viola]

Gentle waves lapped at the base of a crumbling ivory tower, the stub of some hewn pale finger feebly pointing at the splendor of an immense pavilion upon the edge of land and sea, its ring of flora swaying gently as they were repeatedly overtaken by the waves. No one was in the structure. It was what he'd hoped for. The fae had a sense of grandeur that involved great open balconies, archways, segmented towers and finery. It was immensely idiotic, and left plenty of spaces to hide. Knowing them, this was likely intentional, though not for the guest they had now secreted away. Winding interior stairs led up to an archway, the inner left side of which was marred by a wet streak of minced plant matter. The chamber it led to, yet another romantic balcony from which to admire the pavilion, echoed the soft traces of music and conversation from below, drifting up into the night breeze that carried it to a marble railing where a figure wrapped in black and dull metal crouched.

The st johns wort on the door behind him, as well as at his waist alongside a generous clump of yarrow had completed the black box he'd carved from the gala. Even if someone discovered they could get no further than seven steps from the height of the tower, he'd be able to navigate back out without being seen. The figure pulled at the mask just below his face. He didn't intend to use it, not tonight, but it provided a sense of security that he very much needed. He was close enough to hear some conversation, but not as much as he would've liked. Still, it was risky being as close as he was. This was reconnaissance, and even with every tool available to him, being found by the majority of the high court would mean death, or perhaps worse.

He hadn't prepared himself for a fight either, Bran's pet was still at home. He missed his company dearly, the silence he found there was more comforting than what he heard now. He shook off the sensation. Alaric Enigma, center of the whirl of the revel, made talk with another fae, perhaps south court Bran wagered, on the sickeningly loud laughter it proffered to every turn of phrase the high king took. That was one of alaric's many spawn at his side, the next in line maybe? Bran couldn't remember. What little he could make out from the conversation didn't seem valuable, he'd have to wait until later in the night for more pertinent announcements. he scanned the pavilion for Alaric's many heirs, finding fairly little success in doing so. the many fae that had bore the high kings heirs had muddied the trace of the king's features.

Bran traced a feather along his collar. Bran the raven. He'd long had the suspicion that he'd been named after an ancestor, and the ancestors name had given birth to the gear he now used. He'd probably been told of his ancestor when he'd been gifted the cloth and the short sword, locked in its sheath, but he didn't remember. It all felt too hollow on his shoulders.

The pattern of the waves broke momentarily, and bran shifted his attention as a group of teenagers, maybe, rose from the sea in flowing crystal finery. He couldn't quite see all of their faces, but the haughty aversion he could see was characteristic. Undersea fae. It was like watching grumpy eels join a masquerade of multicolored birds. He'd be immunized to their song, partially through a bracelet of rowan berries, which he kept in spite of the warding his missing friend had given him, but he still hated the thought of having to listen to it. They didn't seem to need it anyway, as the, seemingly, youngest heads turned to admire or spurn them. There was another figure across the way somewhat isolated against one of the pavilions columns, watching the same thing Bran was. A fae not engaging in festivity was certainly out of place, though perhaps it was some sort of self interested posturing to attract a mate. Bran noted this and continued to scan the pavilion.

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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 with glittering eyes. It was surprising how easy it was to get anywhere. This was supposed to be a land hostile to mortals, but really, it was just a land hostile to ignorance. She knew the rules, even if she learned too late. She played by the rules. And she had lived in faerie long enough to know beauty could get you anywhere.

Maybe that should bother her. But it was just another tool, and she was happy to use it.

Her knives hung at her waist. No one batted an eye. Weapons were common in faerie. All she had to do was sharpen the points of her ears, and she was largely beyond reproach. She had done it so many times she wondered if she would forget she was mortal.

Guinivere fought down touching her collarbone. It wasn't so easy to forget.

She surveyed the edge of the pavilion. It wasn't so rare to have people just watching. It was what she did whenever she got somewhere new. But what was curious to her was the small gap around a tower near the edge of the revel. Power was like a current. People were drawn towards the High King's circle, of course. But what was keeping them away from there?

She glanced around the revel once more. She shouldn't be curious. Faerieland had taught her that if nothing else. But it was said that in a land of wonders like this, mortals might be driven mad by desire. And she didn't care to test herself and try to dance. Not when she might not be able to stop. 

Guinivere started up the stairs, her skirt billowing behind her. If nothing else, it was an excellent vantage point.

She suspected there would be something to see quite soon indeed.

Bran Viola , Open
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☽LIA☾ + PUNKI

[Bran Viola]

Bran watched the ebb and flow of the revel with a mild bemusement. Really at this point it was bordering complete disinterest. He was here to gather intel, and he'd been watching, for a good hour now, the tedious way in which the fae folk seemed to do everything. He began to wonder if he'd be confronted with any sort of valuable information tonight, or if what he was watching was less a meeting of the dignitaries of the faewild and more some excessive social mixer where everyone would be paired, or perhaps a part of a group tryst before he could actually get anywhere worthwhile. The thing Bran hated about the fae was that these two were usually the same exact thing. Bran repressed a sigh. One of the undersea clique was approaching the one who'd been watching them, the one they could see. Bran took this development, or perhaps his ignorant hosts would say "blossoming invitation," as confirmation of his earlier assumptions. Honestly he was surprised that behaving like some wilting wallflower had worked out for the boy, but again, in current company their meeting could very much be a terrible thing for either involved.

Bran corrected himself as his eyes flicked away to the edges of the pavilion. He'd been too busy birdwatching, a lone figure was moving, apparently towards where he was. It was a bit irritating, really. There were plenty of architectural features accenting the outline of the revel, and he'd been under the assumption that he'd rightly chosen the least interesting one. Where he was situated was less some grand tower and more a crumbling, barely two story cylinder. There were certainly better views of the scene to be had, he'd compromised some of those selections for the sake of secrecy. Fae had passed already, some had even entered the base of the open structure without even realizing they were incapable of proceeding to the second floor. Female, with... wow what a dress. It looked like someone who loosely understood the concept of femme fatal had tried to make a very seductive set of shower curtains, and, were those, knives? It wouldn't present an issue, even if she was a better fighter, an unlikely scenario, he had a range advantage and that was disregarding that not only could she not make it within seven paces of him, but she also couldn't make it that far up the stairs. What Bran dreaded was that he'd have to waste time resituating to a new vantage point.

His thoughts were interrupted by the click of heels on the stairs behind him. Three clicks, there'd be three more before she couldn't continue, a total of ten to the top. Nine, eight, seven. Six? Bran glanced backwards to the St. John's Wort smeared against the door. It was still there, and very much genuine. Was she not fae? What the hell was she doing here? Bran pulled up the mask of iron and cloth over the lower half of his face, a visage that resembled a modern half face gas mask if its shape had been imitated by some ancient, prestigious metalworker or artisan. he slid back from the balcony to the corner aside the archway so that once she entered he could block the exit. The shadows of the lighting seemed to be intentionally crafted for dramatic effect by whoever designed the layout, but Bran did what he could. Was she part fae? It would explain her ability to ignore the herbs he had with him. He found himself missing Lucio's help again, Lucio's ability to create illusions was superb, easily the best bran had witnessed, and should work on a half fae. He quieted his mind. She should be outside the arch now.

tags- open Guinivere Marcel,

[Talia Avedon]

All that glitters isn't gold
but you sure do glitter

Talia swirled the glass of champagne she was holding, watching the revel spin past. It wasn't that she couldn't participate. It wasn't that she wasn't welcome. But this wasn't her scene. Perhaps in fleeting moments. She might capture the beauty of a dance-- the wonderous horror of faire, the sharp teeth in every smile. But she wouldn't join in. Her place was as an observer, separate from what was being observed.

She had lived as an outsider. Watching, listening, rarely doing. It was comfortable. It was safe. It was what she knew. An event like this was not the place to start pushing boundaries. Perhaps her patron wanted her to come. Talia was careful first, and she hadn't regretted it yet.

Not really.

Nikolai Hugh-Sokolov
Outfit + Music + Makeup

☽LIA☾ + PUNKI

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1j"]It was, as an Iris Academy instructor, somewhat expected for him to attend the revel; after all, with the academy opening so soon, the new students ought to meet those who meant to teach them. Still, Jay couldn't shake a sense of unease. There were too many people here, too much skin bared as the fae so liked to do. Perhaps he was an oddity, wrapped in silk, long-gloved. But at least he looked the part as a teacher of adornment; gold bands and chains encircled his throat, and gold shimmer gilded the corners of his eyes and painted streaks down his face like tears. Watching the Undersea delegation made something in his chest tighten. Perhaps due to the strange relationship that the fae had with time, the memories felt like a fresh bruise. He remembered his time among them, and how it had ended. It was a foolish hope that Asuka might have arrived with the delegation, but some part of him never stopped looking for her. Sometimes he would imagine that he saw her face in a crowd. The disappointment would erode him eventually.  Open [newclass=.box1j]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1j::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1j::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #E6BE8A;[/newclass]

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credit to Laura of Adox + SeaJem

[Nikolai Hugh-Sokolov]

    Nikolai watched the revel-goers spin by under the light of the moon. The faerie wine in his glass was a redder purple than that of his Tyrian purple suit, though Nikolai didn’t care if it wasn’t necessarily fashionable. It would be gone soon. He scanned the place, looking for his lover. Jin-Hwa was probably running around with some other boy, but what mattered to Nikolai was that she always returned to him. Until she doesn’t, the small voice in his head whispered. He took another sip of the too-sweet wine, washing away the negative thoughts. Two nymphs flitted past him, giggling and whispering to each other behind blue-green hands. He smirked at them, his eyes roving meaningfully over their sheer watery dresses. They giggled and ran away, glancing back for him to follow them into the woods surrounding the clearing. He didn’t.
    Nikolai hadn’t done a shabby job on his clothes, he supposed. The silver rings on his fingers and the diamonds dripping from his pointed ears contrasted nicely with the gold of his skin and hair. The thistle crown was a good choice too. Dewdrops glistened on the feathery violet petals, green burrs adorning his gilded locks in a way only a faerie prince could manage. He wondered when Jin-Hwa would come to find him, or if he’d have to find some courtier to replace her for the night. Those nymphs could probably be easily found. The prince finished off his glass and set it down on a nearby surface. He set off, winding through the crowd, trying to find someplace quiet for him to bring some girl to. Once he’d claimed it, no one would bother him there.
    Bodies pulsed around him. Some dancing, some… not. He drew energy off of moments like these when all those around him were drunken and in a stupor. It made him feel less guilty of doing it himself. Nikolai coughed, reminding himself that it had been a while since he’d last had a smoke. Now would probably be a good time to fix that, when all around him wouldn’t remember what the Crown Prince of the East Court had been doing, and therefore, wouldn’t be able to report it back to his commandeering father. He was a few steps away from the edge of the mass of revelers, and then he was on the border, with the stragglers.
    Fixing his jacket, he looked around assuredly. Faeries parted for him like the Red Sea did for that mortal Moses. He was about to slip away when a girl caught his eye. She was in a cream dress, bejeweled constellations shining against her copper skin. But it was her eyes, light chocolatey brown, striking him with only a look. Nikolai stopped and cocked his head at her, brows knitting together. His heart raced faster, wanting to be close to her. She was like a magnet to him, so why did she look like she was trying to push him (and everyone else, for that matter) away? He gave her a roguish smile and inclined his head, a half bow. Then darted off to find Jin-Hwa. Who knew? If he couldn’t find her, then the mysterious girl might as well have his company for the night

TAGS: Jin-Hwa Mei , Talia Avedon
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★fai

There is beauty in darkness, beauty in light. The sun during the day, the moon during the night.

[Tsukishima "Suki" Kagome]

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

Suki twirled her finger through her hair. She actually enjoyed these events. Even though the whirl of emotions may seem overwhelming, it was exactly that-- a whirl. Nothing to focus on. She could enjoy all of them rushing past her without any real connection. Suki despised that more than anything-- those fleeting moments of connection, when it felt like she was fully in contact with someone. She avoided it as much as possible. It was easier over the summers when she could run off into the forests and not speak to anyone for three days.

Now school was starting again. Now her aunt was undoubtedly seeking her out. Now she had one night. It wasn't a question of if she would find someone to share it with. It was a question of whether she felt like it. 

She picked up a glass from the table beside her and drained it. As long as she stayed where she was, as long as she didn't stare off into the distance too much, as long as she didn't keep up any long conversations-- she should be able to hide her blindness. Anyway, she could see what really mattered. All that was important was that they didn't see her coming.

Adem Agni Yadav
Heels + Music + Makeup

☽LIA☾ + PUNKI

[Teo Yadav]

The Blue Moon Revel

[attr="class","box1t"]Teo wasn't sure he was going to be dancing. To be honest, he was somewhat intimidated by the revel—he was surrounded by nobility and even royalty, but his family were just servants. The fae took any chance they could to look down on whomever they pleased, and Teo felt quite acutely that he was probably a target. He wasn't sure if his "battle scar" made it better or worse. Well, the dancing was definitely made worse. His prosthesis was enchanted to respond like a natural limb, but that couldn't erase the pain that came from needing it in the first place. Even now, he was leaning against a column, watching the revel spin past, weight on his stronger side. The fae were capricious and changeable, and Teo was no exception, so perhaps he'd find himself in the midst of the dance later in the night, pain forgotten. He wasn't likely to consider the consequences, either.  Tag: Open [newclass=.box1t]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1t::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1t::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #929F88;[/newclass]

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[cerdian]

Cerdian preferred to dedicate himself to governance rather than parties, but this one was of particular significance. That, and he had learned long ago that to ignore public appearances was to draw the wrong sort of attention. As such, he lingered with those who had not taken to the dance floor, entertaining the chatter of those who would seek the favor of the North King. He was still dressed in his heavy, dark furs, a chill emanating from him. Those who did approach him found themselves braving the glacial emptiness of his dark eyes, two yawning voids of unreadable black offering no hint of his thoughts or emotions. He was cold and collected, a boulder standing stalwartly in the wind and rain of the courtiers. 

Sipping from his wine, Cerdian watched the goings-on of the party. A crown of silver and diamond sat atop his dark hair like woven ice, glittering in the fae lights. The food arrayed for the guests did not pique his desire, and he doubted he would consume more than one cup of wine, given how carefully his personal guard had scoured the beverage before passing it to him. Hopefully, he would be able to make his appearance and then depart. There were, after all, more pressing matters that required his attention. 


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[Adem Agni Yadav]

    Adem was not a partier. He hated these sorts of events. If only his charge hadn’t run off here, maybe he could’ve been in bed, reading about poisons, or maybe practicing them in a storeroom somewhere. The second he’d seen her run off to ‘get ready for bed’, he knew he’d need to follow, or else he’d be responsible for whatever trouble she got herself into. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let himself be held accountable for someone else’s problems. Not again.

    He watched the dancers, marveling at how well they could lose themselves in a night, feverish with the heat of those around them. He could never be like them. He would never allow himself to. Adem spotted Suki and made his way over to her. Of course, she would be getting a drink. He really hoped she didn’t drink too much. The poor boy was tired and needed a break. He took his place behind her, knowing that she’d picked up on his presence already. If she needed to say anything to him, she would, but he would much rather stay silent. He didn’t need her dramatics right now.

TAGS: Tsukishima "Suki" Kagome, Open
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★fai

"He gets flashbacks from things he doesn't want to remember."

[Cassie Eloise Enigma]

    Revels were such lovely things, in Cassie’s book. Most of the Folk were drunk out of their minds, doing questionable things with themselves, and not even paying attention to the world around them. Some might say it was unhealthy, and unsafe to do such a thing, but she loved it. It meant they were free! They could do what they wanted, and not remember it in the morning. Relationships were made, and new lovers were found. Closer to Cassie’s actual job, political alliances and connections could also be made. After all, all’s fair in love and war.

She made her way around, seeing what she could see, greeting those she could greet. A dignitary here, an old political rival of her father’s there, and she could never forget the racy comments that needed to be said to the peasant boys. It was so fun, flitting around, saying and doing things that some would never dare do. It was like she was defying her father. He didn’t want her to act the way she acted, but he could never get rid of her because of it. She was much too valuable to him, though he would never dare admit it.

    Cassie leaned against a marble column, just at the edge of the dancing, where delicious delicacies were laid out for the Folk to pick at. She eyed those surrounding her, picking her mark for the night. This one looked fun. She brought a wine glass to her lips, the too-sweet liquid dancing on her tongue. Pushing off from the column, she made her way over to the King of the North Court, skin tingling as she felt the cold that he brought with him. Cassie had never been introduced to him before, but it was much more fun to introduce oneself than to be introduced by another.

    “Good evening, Your Majesty.” she began with a short curtsy. “I don’t believe I’ve had the honor of meeting you before?” The game was on. Her smile was much too sweet, her tone much too insinuating. She refrained from touching the King though. Cassie did like her limbs without frostbite. She set a glamour over herself. A glamour that would make her blue-green skin look much shinier and smoother than normal, that would make the jewels dangling from her pointed ears much more glittery. “I am Cassie Enigma, a Princess of the High Court.” she looked up at him through her lashes, ignoring the chill on her skin. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” A King of the North Court should be able to withstand these advances. If not, she would know he was a weak man, not worthy of an alliance, only worthy of a fling. If so, well, she would have done her job quite well.

TAGS: cerdian , Open
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★fai

I'll remember who I am and then I'll change your game.

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[attr="class","ptpost"]He was certain that tonight would bear witness to something grand. The fae never did anything in half measures if this revel was any indication. The information broker stood off to the side looking nothing like himself. A man like him with no moral compass nor loyalty to anyone but himself couldn't show his face so easily. To show up as himself would be to invite trouble, though he had no objections to that usually. The man loved trouble more than he loved his own life.[break][break]

He swirled his glass as his eyes scanned the crowd. Familiar faces and familiar places. One that brought back memories as fresh as if it had been yesterday. But he wasn't Silas Avillio tonight. Tonight, he wore a different name and a different face, but his purpose was still the same: to witness or, perhaps, cause mischief. Whichever mood struck him or happened first. Already his mind was ticking with plans. He just needed the right pieces.

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