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Hello delicious friends! Welcome to this Fallen London RP blog, dedicated to my (not so) innocent (but definitely) little Ella Feder. Mun can be found at elfes-new-wings. Storynexus/FL Name: Elfennacht/Ella Feder Open to any social interactions Fallen London is © 2015 and ™ Failbetter Games Limited: www.fallenlondon.com.  This is an unofficial fan work-

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[ellafeder]

((Ooc)) Removed description bc its irrelevant ooc ramble bur here, got this pic on this blog FINALLY

[ellafeder]

Three loud raps at your door. Shouting from outside– "EXCUSE ME, BUT DO YOU HAVE ANY SPARE CANDLES? IT'S RATHER IMPORTANT."

Ella is rather confused when she opens the door, looking at the figure infront of her. “There’s no need to yell.. I think I might have, let me look.”She wanders off into the flat, leaving RLA in the doorway, free to follow her.

[ellafeder]

VERY IMPORTANT OOC POST, please read!

Soooo, This blog has been inactive for AGES, mostly bc I put off introducing Sophie by... like.... a year.... anyway, time has moved on. If you’re interested in RPing with Ella, this is her current situation: Ella and Sophie reunited on Hallowmas 1893. Ella was given a slip of paper with an adress, to go collect a confession from. The confessor turned out to be Sophie, they fought, made up, and moved in together.  Ella proposed to Sophie during the Feast of the Exceptional Rose 1894. They planned to marry a year from then, but since I fucked up and stuff, they’re marrying in 1896 instead, future allow it. I’m behind on FL lore <-<  CURRENT: sophie and ella are engaged, and share this blog. If you wanna rp with either of them, or both, which I’m all very much up for, or if you have further questions, shoot me an ask! - Elfe

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I am fascinated with folk who glow in their selfies. Wow. Congratulations on this, and please take more, because you look amazing.

[fallenlondonadventcalendar]

Fallen London: Let’s raise a glass. Because, let’s face it, where else can you flirt with a Devil as you stroll through the gaudy lights of a carnival? Stop to exchange some Amber with a citizien with the face of a Squid? Have a fling with a Struggling Artist’s Model in a small pub in Veilgarden in an impossibly large cavern? Chat with the local gossips under the hangman’s arch?

Nowhere, I tell you. Nowhere.

So, Ladies, Gentlemen, and Honoured Individuals of Mysterious and Indistinct Gender: to the Neath, home to all who wander and wonder.

[fallenlondonadventcalendar]

Murder! Murder! Meow!

When a man was found recently deceased due to severe  wounding in the bathroom of a flat that could more accurately be described as a ‘hovel’, or perhaps in an ideal world not at all, the Constables flocked to the dwelling in the less fashionable part of Blythenhale to immediately blame Jack-of-Smiles, whoever he was that day.

 It was, as one officer put it, “barely worth waking the deceased to confirm it”.

However, when Jack turned out to have an alibi, having been busy making short work of a group of tourists from the Surface around Veilgarden at the time, things got complicated, or at least moderately less boring. Consulting Detectives were hired, who came up with outlandish theories of murder, elaborate suicide, double crossings, Prisoner’s Honey, and unique combinations of all four, and so were promptly fired.

Eventually, when the temporarily deceased regained consciousness, the Constables were able to question him. The outcome of the interview was briefly told in every newspaper  in Fallen London, until the Ministry of Public Decency stepped in, and rumour has it that the victim moved to the Tomb-Colonies until enough time had passed for the incident to be forgotten by both the more important members of the MPD and the more mocking members of the public.

It’s not easy, of course, but with the right connections – a nudge here, a favour called in there, a little bribery to smooth the process – you manage to get  hold of a copy of The Unexpurgated London Gazette from the date in question. Tearing off the paper cover in earnest, you stare at the headline in bewilderment, and consider that you would have taken the same course of retreat had an error so grievous and basic been exposed to the public eye.

“EXCLUSIVE TODAY: MYSTERIOUS SPITE MURDER VICTIM CONFESSES TO HAVING RECIEVED STARVELING CAT AND IN OWN WORDS: “REGRETTABLY, I TRIED TO GIVE IT A BATH.”

[theraffishadventuress]

Afternoon at a Coffehouse

[ellafeder]

„Right.“ Ella laughed a little. “Of course we can’t. It’s quite an interesting place really. If someone had told me about all of this…”

Ella gestured at the window.

“When I was back in Vienna, I’d probably have laughed it off as fanciful stories. Actually, I probably actually did. Very persistent, those … stories. Should have known they were true. Might have been a bit less of a shock upon arrival.”

“ I got here when I was just a few years old. Not exactly old enough to fill ones head with cynicism about what might or might not exist in a mythical underground city… “ She chuckled a bit and began sipping her coffee.

“ That and also growing up alongside urchin gangs along with the other weirdness of the neath kind of eased me into what life down here was like. Shame you on the other hand had to go through the troublesome and lenghty journey of getting used to it. It must have been quite bizarre and… a bit traumatic I guess? “ Was her next reply. Cautiously asking Ella while holding a tone of both curiosity, sympathy and mild teasing.

“The captain of the ship that took me down had a cat.” Ella responded, as if that explained everything. It was only after the ensuing silence as she sipped her coffee that she realized that it didn’t necessarily. “I didn’t expect it to start talking. Also, Jillyfish are bloody terrifying, and even more so if they are the first thing you see when you come to the Neath. Aaaand then there was the incident with the Apocyan. So…. I suppose you could say it was quite a shock.”

Ella pondered for a moment, whether or not to mention her stint at New Newgate not helping, but even she realized that while in hindsight, her arrest made a darkly funny anecdote, she didn’t really need this relative stranger to know that she’d been arrested. Granted, it was more the Constable’s fault, but … still. Sarrazine did not need to know that. Sarrazine did not need to know that. Sarra-

“The stint in New Newgate didn’t help either.” Ella slapped her hand over her mouth the instant the sentence slipped out. Damn it. Damn it. Why did she always do this…

“ Yes, that’s supposedly a bit uncommon up on the surface. “ She said in response to hearing about the talking cat.

“ Oh, and the Zee does have it’s fair share of horrific abominations. I can understand your concern there. “ 

Upon hearing the last bit Sarrazine looked directly at Ella, her eyes wide with curiosity. “ New Newgate? Why’d someone like you end up in there? “ Her tone wasn’t judging, nor was her expression. It seemed more like she was confused and intrigued as to why Ella had ended up there of all places. 

“Well…” Ella rubbed the back of her neck uncertainly. “I suppose anyone coming down to the Neath from Vienna of all places raises some suspicion at customs. It is, after all, the Revolutionary hotspot on the Surface. The constable going over my papers didn’t believe me when I tried to tell him I was just as much out to stop them as he was. He thought I was a revolutionary, and insulted my excuse. Saying he was insulted by it, by the fact that I apparently thought he was, in his words, stupid enough to fall for that.”

Ella almost slammed her cup on the table.

“But it’s the TRUTH. I just want Vienna back. I want Vienna to be safe. For me. For Sophie. For Everyone.”

Sophie’s name fell from her lips almost like the mention of New Newgate had in the first place. It was the first time she’d said it in nearly a week, more if you were going to count the first time she’d said it to anyone.

“Ah, sorry, slip of the tongue. A… friend of mine.” But, much to her chargrin, Ella found she simply couldn’t, not for the life of her, say the word friend without the emphasis and weight of what there really was between them. With love.

[theraffishadventuress]

Sarrazine was startled by Ella’s sudden action. “ Um… Are you alright? “ She asked cautiously. “ You have my sympathy. It can’t be easy being away from home. Sure, this is a wonderful place but it really does feel so incredibly far away from the surface… “

The red haired girl paused for a few seconds, considering what to say which wouldn’t sound insensitive. “ Can’t be easy being away from friends either. “

[ellafeder]

“Y-yeah, yeah I am.” Ella’s voice was shaky as she realized how out of the blue her outburst had been. “Just … yes, pretty much. Homesick, is all. Very far, indeed.”

She gloomily stared into her coffee.

“And… I might as well say it, not like people down here are bothered, anyway. Secrecy is just a habit, at this point.” Ella took a deep breath before her next words which came out all rushed. “Sophieismygirlfriend.”

She tried not to shrink back as she awaited Sarrazine’s response. Old habits die hard…

[theraffishadventuress]

Sarrazine giggled for a moment.

“ Hey, don’t worry there’s nothing wrong. As you said, people down here arn’t all too bothered. I have the same uh, “preference” as you. “ She smiled widely.

“ Look, I understand full well how you must feel. Trust me, I have some experience with it. Being um… seperated from someone you care so much about. “ Sarrazine leaned back, a friendly expression on her face. “ You’re certainly quite an interesting woman, Ella. Quite friendly too, so I hope everything turns out well for you. Your dreams about Vienna and such, and that you get to see your girlfriend again. “ Sarrazine giggled a bit to herself again, drinking the last of the coffee she had left. “ Sorry, I’m not much of an inspirerer but I hope I managed to cheer you up a little. You were looking bluer than your hair there for a minute. “

[ellafeder]

Despite everything she knew about the Neath, and how, as she had mentioned, no one down here gave a damn about who was dating who at any rate – Ella had heard little snippets about the Bazaar being interested in love stories, though unfounded and probably more likely to refer to its masters, given how Mr. Pages had acted over the Wilting Dandy’s book (or should she say, the Epigrammatic Irishman’s), which explained a lot, Sarrazine’s giggle came as a relief. Her coming out in return, even more so.

Ella allowed herself to relax.

“Thanks…” She smiled softly. She barely managed to withhold a you too in response to being called interesting, not quite sure if it was really supposed to be a compliment. She thought so, and she hoped so, but… after her outbreak just then… Well, no point in thinking about it for too long. “I did get to see her after I left. Once. She followed me down here. But … I was able to persuade her to turn back, before it was too late. This place isn’t… safe. Sure, death’s not permanent – at least not on land, from what I hear – but... still.” She self-consciously rubbed her arm, the sound of July’s mirror shattering ringing in her ears again, if only for a split second.

“You did.” Ella smiled to reassure Sarrazine, but wasn’t quite sure she was telling the truth. She’d gone back to thinking how none of her letters to Sophie had been answered since then.

((Sorry its so angst heavy again, I wrote half of it before we had our convo about that and I just ran with it. I’ll try to improve!))

[ellafeder]

cloudsitting:

me: i’m never sharing my thoughts and feelings with anyone again me: *overshares once the opportunity arises*

[abigail-rytel]

Entering the Neath like

[ellafeder]

raw9rytel:

[theraffishadventuress]

Afternoon at a Coffehouse

[ellafeder]

theraffishadventuress:

ellafeder:

„Right.“ Ella laughed a little. “Of course we can’t. It’s quite an interesting place really. If someone had told me about all of this…”

Ella gestured at the window.

“When I was back in Vienna, I’d probably have laughed it off as fanciful stories. Actually, I probably actually did. Very persistent, those … stories. Should have known they were true. Might have been a bit less of a shock upon arrival.”

“ I got here when I was just a few years old. Not exactly old enough to fill ones head with cynicism about what might or might not exist in a mythical underground city… “ She chuckled a bit and began sipping her coffee.

“ That and also growing up alongside urchin gangs along with the other weirdness of the neath kind of eased me into what life down here was like. Shame you on the other hand had to go through the troublesome and lenghty journey of getting used to it. It must have been quite bizarre and… a bit traumatic I guess? “ Was her next reply. Cautiously asking Ella while holding a tone of both curiosity, sympathy and mild teasing.

“The captain of the ship that took me down had a cat.” Ella responded, as if that explained everything. It was only after the ensuing silence as she sipped her coffee that she realized that it didn’t necessarily. “I didn’t expect it to start talking. Also, Jillyfish are bloody terrifying, and even more so if they are the first thing you see when you come to the Neath. Aaaand then there was the incident with the Apocyan. So…. I suppose you could say it was quite a shock.”

Ella pondered for a moment, whether or not to mention her stint at New Newgate not helping, but even she realized that while in hindsight, her arrest made a darkly funny anecdote, she didn’t really need this relative stranger to know that she’d been arrested. Granted, it was more the Constable’s fault, but … still. Sarrazine did not need to know that. Sarrazine did not need to know that. Sarra-

“The stint in New Newgate didn’t help either.” Ella slapped her hand over her mouth the instant the sentence slipped out. Damn it. Damn it. Why did she always do this…

“ Yes, that’s supposedly a bit uncommon up on the surface. “ She said in response to hearing about the talking cat.

“ Oh, and the Zee does have it’s fair share of horrific abominations. I can understand your concern there. “ 

Upon hearing the last bit Sarrazine looked directly at Ella, her eyes wide with curiosity. “ New Newgate? Why’d someone like you end up in there? “ Her tone wasn’t judging, nor was her expression. It seemed more like she was confused and intrigued as to why Ella had ended up there of all places. 

“Well…” Ella rubbed the back of her neck uncertainly. “I suppose anyone coming down to the Neath from Vienna of all places raises some suspicion at customs. It is, after all, the Revolutionary hotspot on the Surface. The constable going over my papers didn’t believe me when I tried to tell him I was just as much out to stop them as he was. He thought I was a revolutionary, and insulted my excuse. Saying he was insulted by it, by the fact that I apparently thought he was, in his words, stupid enough to fall for that.”

Ella almost slammed her cup on the table.

“But it’s the TRUTH. I just want Vienna back. I want Vienna to be safe. For me. For Sophie. For Everyone.”

Sophie’s name fell from her lips almost like the mention of New Newgate had in the first place. It was the first time she’d said it in nearly a week, more if you were going to count the first time she’d said it to anyone.

“Ah, sorry, slip of the tongue. A… friend of mine.” But, much to her chargrin, Ella found she simply couldn’t, not for the life of her, say the word friend without the emphasis and weight of what there really was between them. With love.

Sarrazine was startled by Ella’s sudden action. “ Um… Are you alright? “ She asked cautiously. “ You have my sympathy. It can’t be easy being away from home. Sure, this is a wonderful place but it really does feel so incredibly far away from the surface… “

The red haired girl paused for a few seconds, considering what to say which wouldn’t sound insensitive. “ Can’t be easy being away from friends either. “

“Y-yeah, yeah I am.” Ella's voice was shaky as she realized how out of the blue her outburst had been. “Just … yes, pretty much. Homesick, is all. Very far, indeed.”

She gloomily stared into her coffee.

“And... I might as well say it, not like people down here are bothered, anyway. Secrecy is just a habit, at this point.” Ella took a deep breath before her next words which came out all rushed. “Sophieismygirlfriend.”

She tried not to shrink back as she awaited Sarrazine's response. Old habits die hard...

[theraffishadventuress]

Afternoon at a Coffehouse

[ellafeder]

ellafeder:

theraffishadventuress:

ellafeder:

„Right.“ Ella laughed a little. “Of course we can’t. It’s quite an interesting place really. If someone had told me about all of this…”

Ella gestured at the window.

“When I was back in Vienna, I’d probably have laughed it off as fanciful stories. Actually, I probably actually did. Very persistent, those … stories. Should have known they were true. Might have been a bit less of a shock upon arrival.”

“ I got here when I was just a few years old. Not exactly old enough to fill ones head with cynicism about what might or might not exist in a mythical underground city… “ She chuckled a bit and began sipping her coffee.

“ That and also growing up alongside urchin gangs along with the other weirdness of the neath kind of eased me into what life down here was like. Shame you on the other hand had to go through the troublesome and lenghty journey of getting used to it. It must have been quite bizarre and… a bit traumatic I guess? “ Was her next reply. Cautiously asking Ella while holding a tone of both curiosity, sympathy and mild teasing.

“The captain of the ship that took me down had a cat.” Ella responded, as if that explained everything. It was only after the ensuing silence as she sipped her coffee that she realized that it didn’t necessarily. “I didn’t expect it to start talking. Also, Jillyfish are bloody terrifying, and even more so if they are the first thing you see when you come to the Neath. Aaaand then there was the incident with the Apocyan. So…. I suppose you could say it was quite a shock.”

Ella pondered for a moment, whether or not to mention her stint at New Newgate not helping, but even she realized that while in hindsight, her arrest made a darkly funny anecdote, she didn’t really need this relative stranger to know that she’d been arrested. Granted, it was more the Constable’s fault, but … still. Sarrazine did not need to know that. Sarrazine did not need to know that. Sarra-

“The stint in New Newgate didn’t help either.” Ella slapped her hand over her mouth the instant the sentence slipped out. Damn it. Damn it. Why did she always do this…

“ Yes, that’s supposedly a bit uncommon up on the surface. “ She said in response to hearing about the talking cat.

“ Oh, and the Zee does have it’s fair share of horrific abominations. I can understand your concern there. “ 

Upon hearing the last bit Sarrazine looked directly at Ella, her eyes wide with curiosity. “ New Newgate? Why’d someone like you end up in there? “ Her tone wasn’t judging, nor was her expression. It seemed more like she was confused and intrigued as to why Ella had ended up there of all places. 

“Well...” Ella rubbed the back of her neck uncertainly. “I suppose anyone coming down to the Neath from Vienna of all places raises some suspicion at customs. It is, after all, the Revolutionary hotspot on the Surface. The constable going over my papers didn't believe me when I tried to tell him I was just as much out to stop them as he was. He thought I was a revolutionary, and insulted my excuse. Saying he was insulted by it, by the fact that I apparently thought he was, in his words, stupid enough to fall for that.”

Ella almost slammed her cup on the table.

“But it's the TRUTH. I just want Vienna back. I want Vienna to be safe. For me. For Sophie. For Everyone.”

Sophie's name fell from her lips almost like the mention of New Newgate had in the first place. It was the first time she'd said it in nearly a week, more if you were going to count the first time she'd said it to anyone.

“Ah, sorry, slip of the tongue. A... friend of mine.” But, much to her chargrin, Ella found she simply couldn't, not for the life of her, say the word friend without the emphasis and weight of what there really was between them. With love.

[ellafeder]

18 (ask for rostygoldscales)

Ella had never beenterribly good at looking after herself. The number of times Sophiehad had to patch her up on the Surface had already bordered on theabsurd, and Ella’s lifestyle was much more active down in the Neath.She acquired bruises and scrapes en mass, and without someone to lookafter her, she had also developed a small habits of drinking moretincture than was advisable and regularly visiting the Spore Toffeestands.

Aside from the fact thatsomething about it seemed to have a painkilling effect, going to MrsPlenty’s Carnival also considerably helped Ella’s mood. It remindedher of the Prater. Well, as long as she gave the Hall of Mirrors awide berth. She’d hated that damn place ever since the incident withthe Orts.

On this particular day,Ella had taken a fall. Not quite from the Flit, but still from ratherhigher than she would have liked, and she had the aches to prove it.She dug into her pockets for her tickets as she walked, so she couldhave them ready as soon as she got there – this didn’t quite work,as she kept checking the wrong pocket, or drawing up some randomscrap of paper. Such were the drawbacks of garments with manypockets.

So it came that she wasforced to come to a halt just in front of the stall and keep digging.It didn’t take her much longer. A string of five tickets came loosefrom the last pocket she checked. Perfect. She wouldn’t need all ofthose so…

A man caught herattention. He was taller than her, way taller, but that wasn’texactly an achievement. He had opaque-looking goggles over his eyes,and yet somehow still managed to look like he was performing apuppydog stare for no one in particular.

Ella kept him in thecorner of her eye as she purchased her toffees, and managed to deducethat was what he wanted. Meaning Toffees, of course, not beingsecretly observed. She glanced down at her remaining tickets, then atthe man, then back at her tickets. Warum nicht?

“Here.”She held them out the man. “Take them. Toffees to good to miss outon.”

[ellafeder]

rostygoldscales:

ellafeder:

Ella couldn’t help but think the tall stranger was kind of adorable. It took her a moment to catch on that he’d swallowed his tongue, by which time she already had toffee in her mouth, resulting in her attempt to help sounding less like “He wants Toffee, of course” and more like “Hmf wamft Doffeh, of shoursh.”

She grinned awkwardly once she noticed what she had just done. Thankfully for her, the vendor knew how to translate Toffee to English better than anyone. A necessity in his line of work, one should think. He held out his hand to take the tickets from Snakeman.

Words where a little beyond him, but it seemed as though the kind stranger picked that up a little quick. Maybe because he flinched as he tensed. It was a wonder how he could go face a down a spider council here and then, face stone, when something like this happens.

Different sorts of strength and bravery, in a way.

There was something said that sounded muffled and stuffed. Snakeman himself didn’t quite catch it, like he didn’t sometimes when a certain someone decides to rant in a different language. The vendor seemed to understand something at least, as he held out a hand to the tall one.

He reached out with a ticket, and it was swapped with some toffee without another word.

Snakeman looked into the bag mutely for a second.

Finally.

It was usually at this point where he would simply walked away, sucking on toffee. Usually of course, he didn’t neglect (forget, he realized later) to bring his own tickets. As it was, he did, and someone got him food.

“Thank you.” He said again. There was a silence that seemed less short and awkward this time, stuffing the extra tickets into his pocket. Not exactly the safest place, in the Carnival, but he didn’t have quite that many hands. “I’ll pay you back…”

He ducked his head and took a piece just for something to do, and soft noise of content when the taste hits him. Snakeman didn’t understand why eating this was seen as something…well, he wasn’t sure what, but it usually was accompanied by people eyeing him (with suspicion) and holding their pockets and whispering villain under their breath.

“You're welcome.” Ella had swallowed the toffee by now, and while residual stickiness remained, she found herself capable of English again. “And no need. Good deed of the day and all that.”

It was then that she noticed the Constables that were eyeing them. Ella knew that the consumption of spore toffee had suspicious connotations to some, but surely that wasn't enough to warrant the attention they were seemingly being given by two uniformed individuals who were, as even Ella could tell, trying and failing to be subtle about their observations. Was it her hair, maybe? People stared at that a lot, after all, why should it be any different for coppers on duty? The looks were nastier than that, though...

“I'm Ella, by the way.” Now eager to distract herself before her brain could get all to paranoid about the idea of an upcoming arrest, she turned back to her new acquaintance and used the hand that wasn't holding the toffee bag to tilt one of the eyepieces of her goggles in a motion similar to tipping a hat. “Ella Feder. You?”

[theraffishadventuress]

Afternoon at a Coffehouse

[ellafeder]

theraffishadventuress:

ellafeder:

„Right.“ Ella laughed a little. “Of course we can’t. It’s quite an interesting place really. If someone had told me about all of this…”

Ella gestured at the window.

“When I was back in Vienna, I’d probably have laughed it off as fanciful stories. Actually, I probably actually did. Very persistent, those … stories. Should have known they were true. Might have been a bit less of a shock upon arrival.”

“ I got here when I was just a few years old. Not exactly old enough to fill ones head with cynicism about what might or might not exist in a mythical underground city… “ She chuckled a bit and began sipping her coffee.

“ That and also growing up alongside urchin gangs along with the other weirdness of the neath kind of eased me into what life down here was like. Shame you on the other hand had to go through the troublesome and lenghty journey of getting used to it. It must have been quite bizarre and… a bit traumatic I guess? “ Was her next reply. Cautiously asking Ella while holding a tone of both curiosity, sympathy and mild teasing.

“The captain of the ship that took me down had a cat.” Ella responded, as if that explained everything. It was only after the ensuing silence as she sipped her coffee that she realized that it didn't necessarily. “I didn't expect it to start talking. Also, Jillyfish are bloody terrifying, and even more so if they are the first thing you see when you come to the Neath. Aaaand then there was the incident with the Apocyan. So.... I suppose you could say it was quite a shock.”

Ella pondered for a moment, whether or not to mention her stint at New Newgate not helping, but even she realized that while in hindsight, her arrest made a darkly funny anecdote, she didn't really need this relative stranger to know that she'd been arrested. Granted, it was more the Constable's fault, but … still. Sarrazine did not need to know that. Sarrazine did not need to know that. Sarra-

“The stint in New Newgate didn't help either.” Ella slapped her hand over her mouth the instant the sentence slipped out. Damn it. Damn it. Why did she always do this...

[ellafeder]

Case to the Face!

[ellafeder]

thereticentcat:

ellafeder:

The Screaming Map was beginning to frustrate Ella. Quite honestly, she could scream, pun very much intended (though perhaps not very good.). At least now she had an idea where the right half of the map might be – in the store of the Enterprising Astronomer. But, to even get there, she’d need a suitably … odd reputation. That wasn’t too hard, it mostly just required adequate dress. She just wished that didn’t cost so much…

The idea for busking had come to her while she’d been considering this during her daily violin practice. And so it was that – after some investigation into the legality of it, as Constables where the last thing she needed on her back right now -she found herself not too far from the centre of Veilgarden, playing her instrument, with a mason jar and a note in front of her. Her back was to a wall that was around waist-high, on which her violin case rested.

Ella was lucky she enjoyed this artform so much, otherwise she would likely have become bored of these public performances, as they were quite uneventful, and only barely met Ella’s rather low expectations for financial gain. It was on the fifth day that she was considering calling it quits because of this.

Unfortunately, that seemingly jinxed it. From the corner of her eye, she could see someone moving towards her at speed, and a glint of light on metal, a blade. Ella didn’t have time to think. Dropping her bow, she grabbed her empty violin case and aimed for the stranger’s face. The blow connected with a mighty WOMP that caught Ella by surprise - she hadn’t realized quite how hard she’d swung. Oh well, all the better for her, she thought, as she grumbled and swore in german, dropping the case to pull her own skyglass knife from its sheath, while her other hand remained tightly clenched around the neck of the instrument.

She was certain she looked ridiculous like this, as she staggered back to gain some distance between her and her opponent, but it wasn’t about to deter her from fighting back. If only she could figure out what to do with the violin…

You were taking a break to enjoy some violin music after an unspecified, but probably shady, if not downright illegal, task in Veilgarden, legs dangling off of the edge of a building. It is filthy, but if you got bothered by that you wouldn’t get anything done (a grubby “picnic mat” carried around helps). You are now taking significantly more interest since the busker with fabulous hair just rearranged a Jack’s face. This is the most entertaining thing you’ve seen all week.

Nice Hair looks like she can take care of herself, but you feel slightly bad for planning to yoink her shinies jar after that spectacular swing (and also grateful that it wasn’t you on the receiving end). You pull out your slingshot and a peppermint from your satchel, and take careful aim…

The next few seconds passed like a blur for Ella. First, she realized who her assailant was – not the person themselves, she'd never seen them before, but something about them just screamed Jack. A Jack-of-Smiles. Of-bloody-course. The most sensible course of action at this point was probably to yell for the Constables. But how long would it take them to get here? A better idea was probably a general call for attention.

“JACK!” Ella yelled loudly. “IT'S A-” She was cut short by something small, red and white (was that … a mint humbug?) hit the Jack in the eye. They'd only just been recovering from the violin-case blow and were now forced to pause again, with a disgruntled outcry.

Ella took the brief respite to glance up to the rooftops – the only logical place the mint could have come from. Having taken a quick look, she couldn't quite make out the figure, but she mouthed a quick “thank you” regardless, and backed up further. She had to sort herself out. Putting the violin on the ground was the best solution possible – sure, it might get trodden on, which would be absolutely horrible, but it was less risky than keeping hold of it, and … as precious as the instrument was to her, Ella still valued her own life just that liiiiitttleee bit more.

She dashed further back, crouched, and left the violin behind. Now the best course of action, she thought as she dodged a lunge from the finally recovering Jack, was to get her hands on the case, and use it as a shield. Easier said than done, mind you.

[theraffishadventuress]

Afternoon at a Coffehouse

[ellafeder]

theraffishadventuress: 

[snip]

“ So… Yes, what was there to talk about now again? “ Sarrazine asked, smiling coyly. “ Other than the fairly decent coffee that is. “ She quickly added, grabbing the cup and feeling it’s warmth. 

“ I appreciate your company and surely we can’t be out of topics to talk about. Not down here in a place like the neath. “

„Right.“ Ella laughed a little. “Of course we can't. It's quite an interesting place really. If someone had told me about all of this...”

Ella gestured at the window.

“When I was back in Vienna, I'd probably have laughed it off as fanciful stories. Actually, I probably actually did. Very persistent, those … stories. Should have known they were true. Might have been a bit less of a shock upon arrival.”

[lionheart]

[james-st-james-blog]

sex.

[whataweirdie]

give them to me

[star-lordofficial]

I only have one soul to give and i’d give it for this

[adorablyinsane]

oh my god I need these. now.

[red-haired-vixen-deactivated201]

If you dress like this I’d probably melt at your feet

[gisellegrantham-deactivated2020]

Where are these from???

[niestein]

ok but IMAGINE GIRLS IN THESE

[ellafeder]

Case to the Face!

The Screaming Map was beginning to frustrate Ella. Quite honestly, she could scream, pun very much intended (though perhaps not very good.). At least now she had an idea where the right half of the map might be – in the store of the Enterprising Astronomer. But, to even get there, she’d need a suitably … odd reputation. That wasn’t too hard, it mostly just required adequate dress. She just wished that didn’t cost so much…

The idea for busking had come to her while she’d been considering this during her daily violin practice. And so it was that – after some investigation into the legality of it, as Constables where the last thing she needed on her back right now -she found herself not too far from the centre of Veilgarden, playing her instrument, with a mason jar and a note in front of her. Her back was to a wall that was around waist-high, on which her violin case rested.

Ella was lucky she enjoyed this artform so much, otherwise she would likely have become bored of these public performances, as they were quite uneventful, and only barely met Ella’s rather low expectations for financial gain. It was on the fifth day that she was considering calling it quits because of this.

Unfortunately, that seemingly jinxed it. From the corner of her eye, she could see someone moving towards her at speed, and a glint of light on metal, a blade. Ella didn’t have time to think. Dropping her bow, she grabbed her empty violin case and aimed for the stranger’s face. The blow connected with a mighty WOMP that caught Ella by surprise - she hadn’t realized quite how hard she’d swung. Oh well, all the better for her, she thought, as she grumbled and swore in german, dropping the case to pull her own skyglass knife from its sheath, while her other hand remained tightly clenched around the neck of the instrument.

She was certain she looked ridiculous like this, as she staggered back to gain some distance between her and her opponent, but it wasn’t about to deter her from fighting back. If only she could figure out what to do with the violin…