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| Event | Jun 23 2017, 01:14 PM Post #1 |
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When washed ashore our lovers on echtrae -- arrested with choking, lungs laden with seawater, exhausted castaways -- land they on sand strange, where apple trees fade in to view, as if freed from shimm'ry haze. Trees like vegetables dot the landscape, a mountainous region off'rs no shelter, a horizon from sand do wretched crags scrape, with precious few clouds to prevent swelter. Yet one refugee does stir to awake, attended by a broken wooden crate, within which is found a tightly furled scroll, a message cryptic, confused, left on the shoal. This Beach, adorned only with broken mast, trunks scattered, clothing tattered, fresh sea glass; is known not to the outside world so vast. Emain's native inhabitants are Brighid's, a gentry of truthful kin, so guided by hearts fickle, they demand looks within, all venturin' forth, else they answer to Gwyn. Which of our lovers, you think, truly know, tween goodhearted nature ov'er their beast below would win if their hearts were given just test? Which instinct, you think, would rise above the rest? Look! The sun, and once I hear them clearly: the fae are asking, who, who are you, really? |
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| Charles Brackner | Jun 24 2017, 11:34 AM Post #2 |
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All right, he could admit it. When he collapsed on to the beach - and everyone else continued on to higher ground, and he saw the bottle his first thought was of alcohol. No doubt that was why Daniella chucked it at him. It wasn't his fault that was all he had dreamt of! Well, to be specific, it wasn't all for there had been a woman holding the alcohol, a beautiful and terrible woman with no name and gossamer wings that had decided to encircle him and his sister. Choking, like he'd been kissing chapped lips as she tugged a string of pearls against his neck - she had suddenly vanished. Leaving behind the alcohol and - surprising him far more - his twin, his sister, sitting proud of herself on a cliff side. Tears had been streaming down her cheeks... But there was no alcohol in this bottle. Instead as he lounged on a palm tree and waved them on ahead - he was after all "keeping watch" and ensuring that they could return to the islet when the Princess had requested! - Charles read as best he could make out from the water-logged message,
"What in the name of Zaira's tits?" Oh was he glad that Jane wasn't there to hear him say that. Charles dug his toes deeper in the sand, and tried to think what in the world it was talking about. There were few things that could get him truly excited - let alone forgetting a beautiful and terrible woman from his dreams. Buried treasure the sort on an island was, it turned out, one of them. Edited by Daniella Faye, Jun 24 2017, 11:39 AM.
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| Frederick Brackner | Jun 24 2017, 12:44 PM Post #3 |
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Frederick laughed as he overheard his cousin's exclamation. He had fallen behind as the groups went ahead. Having previously bemoaned Lucy unable to join him on the ship, since yesterday Rick was now quite relieved she wasn't. All of the passengers on the ship were safe even if the crew hadn't made it. Not to mention, their ship was carrying the Princess Helena, and Princess Evelyn's children-- they would be found. They had to give it time, maybe a last 9 or 10 days until the other ships reached the wedding location and realized the Nessum Commento hadn't arrived, but then they would be found. "You're lucky Jane didn't hear you." |
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| Charles Brackner | Jun 24 2017, 02:45 PM Post #4 |
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"Why, because we don't really need more death?" Charles grinned as his cousin made space next to him in the shade. He was ripping cloth from the ruined clothes--making bandages, feeling like they may need them, but that wasn't the only medicinal thing he had. He passed the wineskin over, rubbing irritably at his upper back and what was, evidently according to Angela, a rune. "So, what d'ya reckon? Did Helena invite you to have her fiancee kill us all?" |
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| Frederick Brackner | Jun 24 2017, 05:53 PM Post #5 |
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Frederick only chuckled as his cousin was blaze with the horrid, ugly truth. Those sailors had died savagely, with body parts having washed ashore and the sea around the ship turning a dark red. Rick knew, because he had fallen into it. He still had the bump and bruise on his chest from where a broken pole swung and hit him overboard, ass end over teakettle. "Finally, you become of use," Rick teased as he took the wineskin and took a chug. At that moment the black cat Witch settled in between them, playing with its food before eating it. Hopefully they didn't have to resort to mice. "Seems a very inefficient way to kill us. We were out for hours. Completely helpless. Could have killed us then." Rick shrugged took another swig. He had already been through two too many life-or-death situations. He didn't want to keep adding more. "You didn't by chance become prophet, did you? Spotting a mermaid at port and suddenly the sailors get absolutely massacred in a very siren-like fashion? Maybe you should speak to Madame Francesca about becoming her acolyte." |
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| Charles Brackner | Jun 24 2017, 08:11 PM Post #6 |
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Charles laughed, a bright sound. "Oi, Easy for you to say. What's this blasted runic tattoo on me for if not some bleeding sacrifice? I mean...apart from the fact it seems to be giving Jane and I the same dreams. Gotta say, that's a new twin thing and very much not one I wanted." Charles snagged the skin back to take a heavy swig, confused and flustered by everything Rick mentioned. It was true. He was convinced at port that whatever Jane said he had seen a mermaid. " That would be terrifying, fuck. I don't want to see the future. Would you want to?" Edited by Event, Jun 25 2017, 12:51 AM.
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| Frederick Brackner | Jun 24 2017, 11:23 PM Post #7 |
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"It's not as if she hasn't walked in on worse, Charles," Frederick unnecessarily, unhelpfully, but happily reminded his cousin. Drinking under the shade and taking jibes at each other was normal. Or rather, it had been. Frederick didn't have much time left in his days now to just drink under a tree. He thought briefly of how Nadia had known he would be wounded because she saw it happen before it did. Frederick shook his head immediately. "Fuck no," he replied with a snort, "I don't even know what to do with the present half of the time." |
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| Charles Brackner | Jun 25 2017, 01:05 AM Post #8 |
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"Yeah, but my dreams? Come on, of all the things to have to share with her." Said Charles, raising a hand as he considered. Witch seemed to take that as an invitation to jump abruptly on his lap. There was a small smirk as he let the hand fall back to pet the sleek, black fur. He tried to pretend he was not completely pleased, but that wasn't going to last long. Rick - blast his cousin - knew him too well. Frederick did still look so much happier, though. Well, until they'd been ship-wrecked, that was. That probably went without saying. "You know," Charles considered with a head-tilt, "I think I heard something about this. Like...I heard two people arguing about how 'close' the wedding ships were apparently going to some island. Thought it was you for a second to be honest, cause you were meeting me and, well, I thought one of the voices sounded kind of familiar..." He trailed off, sheepish to think he had mistaken his cousin's voice but still thinking, considering what happened...maybe that 'worry about the wedding being canceled' was not that far off. It wasn't just the bloke trying to escape his nuptials, was it? D'Grey wasn't known for his scruples...but even he, this seemed extreme. And he'd thought they didn't want the wedding canceled, so...what gave? |
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| Frederick Brackner | Jun 25 2017, 03:03 AM Post #9 |
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"Seems rather like Jane, actually, to insert herself that way," Rick laughed and shook his head and took the wineskin back from Charles while he was distracted with Witch. It wasn't the refilling flask, unfortunately, so it would run out. Every unfortunately sober man for themselves. "Is that what you meant in the stables?" Frederick nodded. He wasn't offended that Charles mistook his voice- Charles didn't pay much attention to details like that unless he was trying to get into a girl's skirts. "If they were worried we were getting too close, why crash the boat and lead us here in the first place? Are you sure it was about this trip?" |
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| Charles Brackner | Jun 25 2017, 10:42 AM Post #10 |
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Yes, and speaking of Jane, that was definitely her voice inserting herself as Rick stole his wine and the cat started to fall asleep in his lap. Language is a curious thing, is it not? Words have tempers themselves - particularly verbs. Isn't that funny? Verbs are so proud, but you can certainly make them mean whatever you want them to mean - "I think Jane is coming back this way," he groaned, holding a hand up to block the sunlight, trying to see how far away she is. If dreams were being shared, her voice in his mind wasn't exactly that surprising - though it was no more welcome than the dreams. He nodded to Rick, "Yes, that is what I meant, but when you looked at me like I was mad I figured it was best to let it drop. Why, what did you think I meant, what secret was I apparently accidentally referring to?" |
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