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ALL UP IN THE CLUB / intro - cyantist - 07-25-2018
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skips joining bc like, ugh.
Iron. It supposed to be toxic to her kind. She supposes that was because it warded against magic. If ingested, it blocked the flow of magic to a person, or so she had heard. Apparently, swallowing it proved fatal to many a fae that was tricked by a mortal, their one weapon against a force that outmatched them. And yet now, she held it in her paws with nothing more than a tingle, sharpening it into a narrow, sharp blade.
It mattered not whether iron blocked magic now, did it? She was trapped here in this world, with a magic that she couldn't access. The land was painfully mundane - boring, stale, unimportant. The Ascendants themselves seemed to be a rather large group - that still didn't mean she actually cared. Lucia just needed somewhere to stay for a while whilst the wound healed. Then she would leave and she would go and track down the bastard that did this to her.
It was a sterling plan to her.
The lioness simply sat humming to herself whilst she worked with the blade, scraping it against a metal rod repeatedly. There was a whetstone nearby, several clothes, the white one very clearly covered in the filings and shavings off the blade. Twas better than making conversation.
[div style="text-align:center;width:55%;font-size:11pt;font-family:times new roman;padding-TOP: 3px;"][color=#ff6666]LOOK HOW THE STREETS TURN COLD WHEN I WALK ITIron. It supposed to be toxic to her kind. She supposes that was because it warded against magic. If ingested, it blocked the flow of magic to a person, or so she had heard. Apparently, swallowing it proved fatal to many a fae that was tricked by a mortal, their one weapon against a force that outmatched them. And yet now, she held it in her paws with nothing more than a tingle, sharpening it into a narrow, sharp blade.
It mattered not whether iron blocked magic now, did it? She was trapped here in this world, with a magic that she couldn't access. The land was painfully mundane - boring, stale, unimportant. The Ascendants themselves seemed to be a rather large group - that still didn't mean she actually cared. Lucia just needed somewhere to stay for a while whilst the wound healed. Then she would leave and she would go and track down the bastard that did this to her.
It was a sterling plan to her.
The lioness simply sat humming to herself whilst she worked with the blade, scraping it against a metal rod repeatedly. There was a whetstone nearby, several clothes, the white one very clearly covered in the filings and shavings off the blade. Twas better than making conversation.
Re: ALL UP IN THE CLUB / intro - Margaery - 07-25-2018
MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
[b]"Oh, hello."
Margaery's voice was relatively soft as she arrived, blue eyes trained upon the sight of Lucia and the weapon she intently worked on. She had seen many wield knives and daggers and swords as easily as they breathed, but never anybody sit down and sharpen and hone the blade. At least not in a little while anyways, not since the use of weaponry truly ran rampant around the world. But... now that she thought about it, that was decades ago. Hm, she supposed she genuinely didn't stumble upon anything like this very often.
Making herself comfortable, the Cosmic General would arch a metaphorical brow contemplatively. "I don't believe we've met before," She continued easily, "Margaery Mikaelson." She was oblivious to the fact that Lucia preferred smithing over conversation, Margaery, herself, the exact opposite. If asked to do just what the lioness was, she'd probably find some way to destroy to blade and then sheepishly apologize. Socializing was most certainly her forte- especially when contrasted against something she had no experience with. "What's your name, love?"
Margaery's voice was relatively soft as she arrived, blue eyes trained upon the sight of Lucia and the weapon she intently worked on. She had seen many wield knives and daggers and swords as easily as they breathed, but never anybody sit down and sharpen and hone the blade. At least not in a little while anyways, not since the use of weaponry truly ran rampant around the world. But... now that she thought about it, that was decades ago. Hm, she supposed she genuinely didn't stumble upon anything like this very often.
Making herself comfortable, the Cosmic General would arch a metaphorical brow contemplatively. "I don't believe we've met before," She continued easily, "Margaery Mikaelson." She was oblivious to the fact that Lucia preferred smithing over conversation, Margaery, herself, the exact opposite. If asked to do just what the lioness was, she'd probably find some way to destroy to blade and then sheepishly apologize. Socializing was most certainly her forte- especially when contrasted against something she had no experience with. "What's your name, love?"
© MADI
Re: ALL UP IN THE CLUB / intro - VERSAILLESPALACE - 07-25-2018
Versailles is quickly drawn over by the sound of whetstone striking against blade. It's familiar to her ears albeit faintly. She hasn't used a blade in too long a time, the art having been neglected by her after her mother's death, when the dagger she'd made for her fell with her. The sound is still comforting, however; the sound is enough to bring back warmer memories of her past, not the bitter cold that she's come to associate with it.
Whetstone. Blades. Fireflies. Versailles had slept on the opposite side of the tree but felt her mother's long tail brush against her side in a comforting manner, to remind her that she's there, always there, sharpening her blade.
She approaches just beside Margaery, keeping her head low and her gaze neutral as she lets the rhythmic sound fill her ears. It's not unusual that she doesn't speak, doesn't break the tentative silence - instead, she sits down and gives the glittering fur on her chest a quick lick to steady herself from fraying at the seams. Margaery's presence helps steel her into some semblance of calmness, and she hopes the other would speak for her so that she doesn't have to try and test her voice for stability that she might not even have.
Whetstone. Blades. Fireflies. Versailles had slept on the opposite side of the tree but felt her mother's long tail brush against her side in a comforting manner, to remind her that she's there, always there, sharpening her blade.
She approaches just beside Margaery, keeping her head low and her gaze neutral as she lets the rhythmic sound fill her ears. It's not unusual that she doesn't speak, doesn't break the tentative silence - instead, she sits down and gives the glittering fur on her chest a quick lick to steady herself from fraying at the seams. Margaery's presence helps steel her into some semblance of calmness, and she hopes the other would speak for her so that she doesn't have to try and test her voice for stability that she might not even have.
Re: ALL UP IN THE CLUB / intro - cyantist - 07-25-2018
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The metal rod is dropped with a very heavy thud. She rolls her neck as she looks up with what looks to be halfway between a scowl and a smile. She looks over the knife one more time, catching her own reflection in the glint of the steel and smiling. It's certainly sharp enough to do with it what she wishes to know. Then, she looks towards the two women that have approached her, raising a brow towards the one that speaks.
Love. It seems overly familiar but somehow, she doesn't want to tear out Margaery's throat. "I don't believe we have,
no." She sounds bitingly cold when she speaks, placing the blade down as she turns her full attention to Margaery. "Lucia Averill, tis a pleasure to meet you and your friend?" She offers a hanging question to Versailles, shooting a look which invites her to pitch her own name.
"I've never had a steel blade before, you know? Always was told that the concentration of iron was toxic to Fae, although that might simply be because most I came into contact with were such poor, poor quality." She muses, not bothering to wait for the conversation to shift to something else. Hopefully, they'll find the composition of metal boring and leave.
[div style="text-align:center;width:55%;font-size:11pt;font-family:times new roman;padding-TOP: 3px;"][color=#ff6666]LOOK HOW THE STREETS TURN COLD WHEN I WALK ITLove. It seems overly familiar but somehow, she doesn't want to tear out Margaery's throat. "I don't believe we have,
no." She sounds bitingly cold when she speaks, placing the blade down as she turns her full attention to Margaery. "Lucia Averill, tis a pleasure to meet you and your friend?" She offers a hanging question to Versailles, shooting a look which invites her to pitch her own name.
"I've never had a steel blade before, you know? Always was told that the concentration of iron was toxic to Fae, although that might simply be because most I came into contact with were such poor, poor quality." She muses, not bothering to wait for the conversation to shift to something else. Hopefully, they'll find the composition of metal boring and leave.
Re: ALL UP IN THE CLUB / intro - Suiteheart - 07-25-2018
SUITE
HEART
HEART
"I like your dagger." This time, the voice of Suiteheart entered the scene. She moved forward, stopping between Margaery and Versaillespalace. She offered Lucia a sideways smile, like she presented to most everyone. Even so, something akin to heavy interest was burning brightly in her cerulean eyes. The white feline was not entirely sure she had never encountered an individual such as this.
She took a seat, eyes trained on the blade Lucia handled. "The name's Suiteheart. Nice to meet you, Lucia." Her baby blues lifted from the weapon so that she could take in the lioness' features. "How're you liking it here so far?" A fictional eyebrow arched in question.
She took a seat, eyes trained on the blade Lucia handled. "The name's Suiteheart. Nice to meet you, Lucia." Her baby blues lifted from the weapon so that she could take in the lioness' features. "How're you liking it here so far?" A fictional eyebrow arched in question.
[b]suiteheart folie-mikaelson . ecliptic admiral . the ascendants . tags
Re: ALL UP IN THE CLUB / intro - MirrorEdge - 07-26-2018
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"What's a fae?" Thea asked, making her way over, pale blue eyes focused on the blade, noting the sharpness. "And why is it so toxic to you?" That seemed like a bad weakness to have, especially since iron was probably used in a lot of things. The young Arabian leopard was curious if other metals had the same effect, such as copper or nickel. Silver and gold? "And does that mean you're not able to wear some of the beads?" Now that she thought about it, some of the beads were made of iron, right? Claws reach up to play with the cord her own beads rested on, wondering if they would hurt the lioness if they came into contact with her. She sure hoped not.
Blue eyes settled on Lucia as she awaited her answer to Thea's questions.
Blue eyes settled on Lucia as she awaited her answer to Thea's questions.