#toameliiorate

[chcsings]

@toameliiorate // plotted starter!!

   The Seelie Court was starting to grow stronger and stronger with the beginning of spring.  Riley always enjoyed being in Faerie around this time, if only for the scenery.  The gentry folk, in their magical prime, oftentimes found themselves with more human pets around this time of year.  Many feasts were held around this time of year, and many traveling souls would seal their fates in one sitting.  Quite sad to watch, really.

This evening, Riley had excused himself from the festivities -- fortunately no one was asking for a performance -- and was taking to walking through the forests surrounding the court.  He was surprised to find a figure in the nearby clearing.  The elves had a tendency of entering Faerie here, so seeing visitors here wasn’t too rare.

What was rare, however, were the figure’s features.  Half elf.  Dark curly hair, nervous eyes -- all alone, too.  Were they back already?

Riley slowed his stroll, and moved to approach them from behind.  He tapped their shoulder, frog eyes blinking as he tilted his head with a smile that was gentle and unsettling.

“ Are you lost, little one?  It’s getting quite late. “

[duelrite]

         ‘   Fuck.   ‘ 

The syllable slips out reflectively,   uttered quiet as he struggles to adjust to the light streaming onto his bed.   He can’t tell if it’s too bright or if it’s just that his head is pounding.   Fuck,   his entire body feels like it’s been trampled by horses.   Surely that’s equivalent to losing a fight to an owlbear.   Actually  ...  he works backward from that thought,   letting his eyes fall closed again to try and remember the last series of events that come to end with him definitely getting his ass kicked,   not with any sort of rescue there.

       Then there’s a voice next to him and he starts;   jerking upright and immediately groaning as a new wave of pain grips his chest,   forcing him to lay back again.   

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[mirrcrspeaks]

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   It was finally starting to dawn on Riley that perhaps it hadn’t been the best idea to ask Quinn for help.  It wasn’t because they wouldn’t help him -- the lack of wounds on his person said otherwise, didn’t they? -- but helping had clearly messed them up.  And, well, it felt...weird, introducing Quinn to this side of his life.  Seeing them this distraught was fucking him up.

Come on, Chase, you did this.  Your job to fix it; you owe them that much.

With a grunt, Riley pushed himself into a sitting position.  He didn’t feel any pain per se, but his body was still holding onto the tension from it all.  Trying -- and failing -- to keep from bleeding all over everywhere was taxing work.  His hand slowly reached out for one of Quinn’s as his brain rushed to find something to say.

“ Can I make you a drink?  Or, uh, do -- anything?  Maybe crank out a blanket fort and forget this happened? “

[flaxgolden]

"Why do you always stop me? I can handle myself." from rosie to rook owo

“Based on previous experiences, no you cannot.” If someone was going to get hurt, Rook would much rather it be him than any of his companions.

[daedaluscried]

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Oh, they see Rosie. They’re just a bit busy --- literally throwing garbage bags into the lake???? There has to be a more subtle way to accomplish your goals Weiss.

“ They’re filled with plastic straws. “ They called out, as if anyone doubted their reasoning.

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Barring Other Circumstances (closed for toameliiorate)

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It was good to be back working at the bar, even if he still didn’t feel very good. He also didn’t look very good (or at least, not as good as usual) if Chris telling him to only take a half shift was anything to go by.

It was a quieter evening as well, so he could accept that. He was just getting some glasses put away beneath the empty counter when he heard the doors opening and stood up straight again.

[ceruleanscarred-a]

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Vorel was never the type to walk away from something she could stop. She wasn’t the ‘not my problem’ type, especially when the victim looked as terrified as they had. And the glint of a dagger only drove her to help even more.

She approached from behind the attacker, moving rather quietly for something her size. The lamp light was behind her now and her shadow was cast over the knife wielding elf, and when he turned to see who was there, he saw the tall, looming dragonborn.

“Everything alright over here?” she asked in her low, gruff voice. But it wasn’t a true question, it was a chance for the attacker to turn and run, if he was smart.

[heavenlysouled]

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she’s darting around wildly but as inconspicuously as she can, making her way for the first person to really catch her eye- he looks nice enough, fancy in her terms, and seems like a good target. so she moves up behind him, reaches up to try and slip her little red hand into his bag...