setting: the stables, minutes after wylla's arrival to winterfell, w. @cfashes
the horses come as foretold. she recognizes the snout of the one that is being unmounted, as she recognizes its rider too well. "i was told you would come." perhaps the gods' whispers are not to be wasted on such trivial matter – every vassal would present themselves to the gathering demanded by the southern king, even if they had already paid their respects when cregan was actually emtumbled. "come, is it a hug that i must offer you or you would be gladder with mead? it has been long since i've played hostess." the behavior is intrisic within those of the mountains, welcoming of weary travelers and eager of tales, but she has been a stark for so long now she has all but forgotten their customs.
"i would not miss this opportunity." for more reasons than simply missing her siblings. the journey wasn't too difficult even if wylla found their mind wandering to worries and complicated matters involving their houses and the north's future. constant nagging worries in the back of her mind, the duty of it all, the need to give specific impressions to the guests from the south when wylla yearned for the solitude of the mountains. still, a smile graces her face as she dismounts. "both are welcomed," she reassures, taking the initiative to draw gilliane into an embrace. "though perhaps something a touch stronger than mead would not be ill-advised."
[ zoë robins. flint a. 33. cis woman. she/her. ] the king welcomes wylla of house flint of breakstone hill ! all of court has heard that they are pragmatic and generous but whispers claim that they are also stubborn and superstitious when no one is looking … how much of that is true, we will soon find out. asking around, we are told that they remind people of crunch of snow beneath well-worn boots / the sparks from a flintstone about to strike flame / the burden of a never ending to-do list that could never measure worth to name ─ that should give the bards something to sing about ! unbeknown by most, finding their place as her father’s actual heir is the real reason why they answered the call of the king, but with so many rumors flying around, who is to say what the truth is ?
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name: wylla. nickname(s): wyl. willow. weeping willow (as a child) age: thirty3. date of birth: ??? 148ac place of birth: breakstone hill, northern mountains. gender: female. pronouns: pronouns. sexual orientation: demisexual. religion: the old gods. title: lady wylla flint of breakstone hill, heir to breakstone hill languages: common tongue affiliation: house stark. house flint.
faceclaim: zoë robins. hair color: black. hair style: usually pulled back in a simple braid eye color: dark brown. height: 171 cm. body modifications: piercings. clothing style: muted colors. beige and green are preferences. plain wool clothing lined with furs. distinguishing characteristics: a large scar across her clavicle from an injury in her teens. signature scent: tba.
mbti: tba. character alignment: lawful good (but in the sense she follows a pretty strong internal code) positive traits: pragmatic, generous, diligent, contemplative. negative traits: stubborn, superstitious, ruminates, emotionally guarded. primary vice: hyper-independence. primary virtue: kind hearted. character parallels: tba.
disorders: tba. allergies: tba. sleeping habits: sleeps very little. one of the earliest to rise, one of the last to sleep. eating habits: hearty meals to keep up energy, especially in the mornings. never been a picky eater but does prefer meats sociability: most would always recall wylla flint as someone pleasant, dependable, but not someone who comes to mind at first consideration. their actions speak more than their words. a learned silence from childhood when it seemed she'd always be spoken over. tends to keep thoughts to herself but listens and watches. addictions: tba. alcohol use: will drink but rarely to the extent of drunkenness drug use: if suggested by the healers and spiritualist.
likes: solitude in the mountains. excellent tracker and hunter. a soft spot for gardening. dislikes: loud celebrations. boastful ignorant people. fears: not being able to be a good ruling lady. habits: tba. weapon of choice: long sword. archery is a close second. weather: tba. color: tba. beverage: tba. food: tba. animal: tba. season: tba.
mother: donella flint née utp. father: orsic flint. sibling(s): younger half-sister and half-brother. significant other(s): first love died during the war. children: n/a others: tba. pets: tba.
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junho raised his eyebrows as he saw the amount of sugar and creamer she took out of her pockets though he didn't really say anything about it. he let out a small chuckle when he was told that she in fact already had quite a bit more coffee. he wondered if the effects of having that much coffee would be the same here as it was when they were alive. "you sound like someone i knew. but hey less than ten of this size coffee," he gave a nod towards one of the mug he just took from her, "that's not too bad." he closed the diary to see how many packs of sugar she would actually put in her coffee. "what brought you to the library this time?"
Velma appreciated the lack of judgement (or at least she'd willfully be in denial if he was judging) and popped open two creamer pots and added both into her mug. "Just looking into the town's history and catching up on some recent events." She tore open one pack, then two pack, and a final third pack as she continued talking. "I mean, jeepers, it's a lot to process you know? The whole being dead thing. What brings you to the library? Got any good recs?"
‘ no one expects me to accomplish anything. ’ — daphne to velma @bewitchcs
Sometimes there were moments when Velma felt that the outside world underestimate her and Daphne's contributions to the gang. Blame it on the patriarchy and Freddie's charisma as their designated spokesperson. It baffled her how someone as incredible and brilliant as Daphne would doubt herself.
"Did someone say something?" Not a vengeful person by nature, she'd like to think, Velma was pragmatic and was determined to handle anyone who'd be stupid enough to make Daphne feel less than. "As Shaggy would say, ignore the haters, Daph."
"C'mon. Not only are you a femme fatale kick ass, you are a PI who produces her own show and does her own research and investigation. You were out there seeing the world and solving mysteries while I was back at home running a silly little bookshop."
ada wasn't quite sure what to do. wandering around didn't give her any satisfaction anymore and it was hard for her to find new things to discover or to figure out what happened in regards to her death.
one of her favorite past times while alive were intricate cakes. not that she could eat a whole cake by herself, she often ordered something small, often times just an elaborate cupcake. despite her tough and cold exterior, she craved a nice sweet treat and she felt less guilty about enjoying the little things in the afterlife.
ordering at the bakery has been a biweekly thing now. she could just not shed being a creature of habit and indulging in some over the top behaviour.
"of course", ada offered a soft smile, tilting her head ever so lightly, her bangs moving out of her face. she kept her voice soft and low, covering up her frustration with ease, not letting it slip at all. she was a highly skilled mercenary after all.
"chocolate cake with vanilla cream, please. vanilla ruffles and a little fondant bow on top. simple enough, darlin'?"
she hated compromise, hated having to make herself smaller. her heels have been getting higher and higher, now that she did not have to run or fight anymore. just comfort and looking good over having to choose survival. ada shouldn't have to compromise on a simple cake, either.
The customer's 'of course' soothed the tension coiled up in Cora. Even if it was a platitude, the werewolf could sense emotion through instinct and sixth senses rather than logic, she'd learn to take things at face value.
There were definitely moments when she wondered if it was worth a stressful job in the afterlife. "Yeah chocolate cake with vanilla cream, I can do." She jotted down the details on her notepad. "Do you prefer a lighter, airy cake base, or something more rich? For the vanilla cream, would you like something like a buttercream or we could go for a Swiss meringue buttercream? I can also make adjustments to the frosting depending on the type of chocolate cake you prefer."
A sheepish, apologetic smile. Maybe this was asking for too many specifics. "Sorry, I'm just not the strongest decorator but I'll keep practicing. Creating a flavor that suits your taste though, that I can do."
apart from decking the mayor in the town cemetery, emma can't say she's stayed in sparring shape ; storybrooke had been too quaint seaside town to have its own fitness center ( and henry would probably say something about the evil queen wanting to keep her subjects weak and powerless, or something like that. ) so she's off her game - but she doesn't care about form so much as blowing off steam. emma huffs and spins off from the trainer to land a frustrated kick on the post. ' i'm feeling great, ' she grits out, wincing and hobbling as the arch of her foot reminds her what a great idea that outlet was. ' not like it matters anymore. are you usually talking your clients into a therapy session ? '
Cassandra shrugged, rolling her shoulder to loosen some of the tension building. She doubted anyone from home could ever be convinced that she'd talk anyone into anything. Though Barbara and Steph had observed that she supposedly always had a way of cracking people open with a single knowing look. Miss Swan oozed pent up frustration, a fighting spirit unsupported by its body that needed to unlock its buried potential. She felt like a spring wound too tight that would either snap or bend out of shape. Not too surprising, Cass empathized, truly. What was the proper way to mourn your own death? "You risk injury. Makes it worse on body and mind."
junho found a diary from a previous resident, had been reading it through to learn what kind of life the person had while they were in renata hollow. he wasn't surprised to read about dreams and regrets but was glad to read, so far anyway, that most of the diary was filled with things they enjoyed doing and people they got to know. tearing his attention away, he was greeted with two of what he assumed to be coffee-filled mugs and someone who might've regretted having two at once. "sure. although, if those are your only two so far, i think you'll be just fine. coffee, right? not one of those fancy drink that's a mix of a lot of things that also includes coffee."
"Yeah it's just coffee." Velma gestured the mug. She dug through her pockets to retrieve the packs of brown sugar and a handful of creamer pots. She liked to put as much of pure coffee in the mug and sugarify it once she got to her desk. Seemed the most efficient way instead of lingering by the coffee pot embarrassing herself with a gluttonous display of two mugs at a time. "I may or may not have already had over three cups and less than ten n the past 24 hours but you will never find any proof of it."
She understood using physical exertion as a coping mechanism all too well. In her experience though, it was not an excuse to be sloppy and especially not a good reason to take one's frustration on their opponent. Cassandra prided herself on her ability to remain coolheaded, one of the handful of gifts from her training with the League of Assassins. But between balancing her own reality of being dead and irritation at this disaster of a spar, her patience was wearing thin.
"Say what is on your mind. You might feel better."
The thing she had loved about baking as a young pup was the precision when creating the desserts and the creativity and freedom that came with decorating (not that she had been good at decorating, nor had the time after the fire to develop the skills). The best part though was making yummy things for her family, the looks on her sibling and cousin's faces, doing a thing that could cheer them up, bring comfort.
Cora hadn't kept up with too much baking while in Brazil. The impetus to make sweets had dwindled without her pack. Maybe a birthday cake here and there or some pão de queijo every so often. Working at the bakery wouldn't have been her expected career path, you know... if she were still alive. Cora had plans, hopes, dreams that she just started allowing herself to believe in finally reuniting with her remaining family.
For now though, she enjoyed the routine, using her hands to make something good and nourishing, the freedom to experiment with flavors, the feeling of being useful. There were parts of the job she struggled with, customer service being the main one. It was hard to keep a smile as the custom cake instructions kept going.
"I'm sorry. Could you repeat what you want... from the beginning? And also maybe consider less wants cause I'm the only baker and frankly I'm not that good."
How much caffeine was too much caffeine? Probably something she should have considered before returning to the table with two mugs of coffee. Whatever was happening in this town, she planned to get to the bottom of it. Most cases had been hoaxes. Of course, more recent encounters such as the zombies and ghosts were evidence that the supernatural was real. But Velma believed in man's folly more than the grim reaper and her best weapon was knowledge.
Looking at the two mugs in her hands, they popped their head over to the person at the neighboring table.
"Can I interest you in coffee? I don't think it's smart to subject my body to this much caffeine."
lydia caught sight of her and went still for half a second, like she’d run into something she couldn’t immediately process. they weren’t particularly close. their relationship could be summed up to lydia rolling her eyes whilst cora made threats. but, nevertheless, the redhead's eyes never left the werewolf as she approached. scanning her in quick, precise passes, assessing for damage that she knew wouldn’t exist anymore "cora..." she started, breath tight, gaze still moving over her face like she was trying to piece something together. "how are you here? was it jennifer?" her voice sharpened on the name, quiet but intent, green eyes finally holding the werewolves. a beat, her jaw tightening slightly. "is anyone else—" she couldn’t bring herself to say the word 'dead', dreading the answer to come. "are my friends okay?" she asked instead.
oh. Cora should have been anticipating this conversation since she heard through the grapevine that Lydia had arrived in Renata. It may or may not have been an intentional tactic to avoid the redhead for exactly this. From the moment she lost most her family in the fire, death had sunk its claws into her. Ever patient, it finally claimed her. "Yeah. It was Jennifer."
"From what I know, it's just us here." She inhaled slow and steady, before releasing it all in a huff. Her wolf felt weirder here, maybe it was the loss of an anchor, any anchor to pack, to family. Cora had only just gotten her brother and uncle back. "I was her main target when I was sick. Scott and Stiles were helping Derek and Uncle Pete. I'm not sure about Allison and Isaac since they weren't with us at the hospital but I have to assume it worked out... for them."
• • • velma dinkley // kristina tonteri-young. female. she/they. scooby doo. ⸻ i swear i’ve seen VELMA DINKLEY around renata before… it could just be that they remind me of LITTLE MISS PERFECT BY TAYLOR LOUDERMAN. people say the TWENTY EIGHT year old showed up A MONTH AGO. just… appeared, like the rest of them. the last thing they remember is TRYING TO STOP BEN RAVENCROFT FROM BRINGING BACK HIS ANCESTOR’S GHOST. but no one ends up here by accident, and sooner or later, everyone gets asked the same thing — do you want to be found?
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
"The gang and I were invited by this author I liked, Ben Ravencroft, to visit Oakhaven. Said there was an interesting case there. There definitely was an interesting case alright. I didn't believe in actual ghosts before then but I suppose I know better now, all things considered."
do you remember how and where you died?
"I have theories. That whole ghost being real thing and her trying to destroy the world. My hypothesis is that my death likely had something to do with that."
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
"If you could contact the rest of the gang, that'd be helpful. Ideally, you wouldn't find any of them though. I really hope they're not dead."
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
"That's alright. I'd say we got a mystery on our hands and I'd like to see it to the end."
ooc: velma is a combo of the various classic hanna barbera animated series, the animated movies in the same universe as what's new scooby doo, and a bit of live action movies (2002 & 2004) influence. The sources that aren't factored into her lore are the new 'velma' adult animated series, and Mystery Incorporated.
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