[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/LjFjyMp.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/A0ETWbS.png[/img][/center] [sub]banner credit to [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/users/hellis]Hellis[/url][/sub] [hr] [h3][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnSkt6V3qF0][i]~ Madness ~[/i][/url][/center][/h3] [b]Time: Evening - Present Day Location: Smithy's Grocery Store - Meat Aisle, Las Vegas[/b] The busy grocery store was in full motion, shoppers pushing grocery carts, cashiers ringing through items. People milled about, around the small group meeting in the meat aisle. Katarina, Benjamin and the White Witch were joined by two sets of twins Yeong and Ji, and Freya and Ben. The two incredibly tall fraternal twins forcing shoppers to turn around. While the others were unseemingly holding strange qualities just below the surface. Introductions were passed amongst themselves. They truly held no notion, no preconceived understanding of whom now approached. Invisible to the eyes but not unnoticed by a nose blue mist seeped underneath door frames, through open windows. It moved around people everywhere in the store, every shopper. But, ignored the small group of supernaturals, metas and witch. It settled, one by one people around them dropped collapsing into an unconscious heap. Asleep in whatever position they were in. Slumping over countertops, against shelves, falling to the laminate floor. An eerie quiet descended upon the lobby. A moment of pause stretched, then lights began flickering out, one by one the fluorescents above went dark. Wall lights rapidly flickered off. Emergency exit lights popped on, giving the store some illumination, however it paled in comparison from harsh brightness before. Shadows stretched long in all directions. From where they stood they could see the bright Las Vegas strip dim then disappear in swathes of darkness. If one was looking closely, they’d see the shadows had begun to move unnaturally shifting into various shapes. The Fey, unbidden by their natural invisibility had begun to crawl from the depths of the shadows on a chorus of haunting giggles, the sound carried no real direction but as if they were being heard a great distance away. They crawled down the walls, across the sleeping humans. Over the top of grocery store shelves, making perches out of the hanging sale sign, hiding amongst displays. They all spoke in a tingly, strange language, akin to the ringing of a bell. Waiting in anticipation for the arrival of their Ambassador. Amidst the babbling chorus of the Fey, the sound of the automatic doors sliding open could almost be lost. What couldn’t be missed, however, was when they were cast open to reveal the looming form of an 8 foot tall figure. What little light remained played strangely across the surface of Mandate’s smooth and broad frame, and the low glow of her crimson eye stood out in the gloom. The golem’s gaze focused upon the non-Fey occupants of the area, before sweeping across those who were asleep in the store. Finally, with a single seemingly ponderous step, the massive figure cleared the doorway. Standing aside, she gestured inwards. [color=LightPink]”They’re here, Miss Ambassador.”[/color] Stepping through the threshold, the Fey quieted upon her arrival. Standing with her back straight, nude Prada heels with an enamel sheen clacked against the laminate floors striding forward. Stepping over the sleeping body of a woman. The Ambassador dressed fashionably as always. She wore a knee length pale pink skirt, a white transparent blouse, opened with a white v necked top beneath it. She wore a silver blue topaz tear drop necklace and earrings to match. On her elbow was her purse. Bach walked a pace behind her in his typical dark green jacket, with various wooden and leafy jewellery hung around his neck. Leaves readily falling from his head, notably two horns poked up high from his temple. Dark yellow eyes surveyed the small group, he had his hands deep in his pockets. The trio strode forward stopping, with several feet between them. Her lips were pink, makeup done with a practiced hand for perfection. “[color=thistle][i]Bonsoir,[/i] ladies and gentlemen. I truly hope I am not intruding but I feel as though, we should have been invited to this little gathering.[/color]” She laughed behind a soft hand her French accent colouring her fluent English. “[color=thistle]For reasons none of you are privy to of course, but that is why I am here. To inform you.[/color]” She turned her eyes onto the White Witch, the charm illusion she wore made her face appear subtly different, an impressive little mask. But her body, stature and aura about her was unmistakably that of Gwyneth Owens. Particularly witchy with the shadow of a familiar hanging about her. Odette pondered if it was Holt who guarded her now. Her icy blue eyes swept over to the boy-werewolf, the Fey around them whispered about them all. Werewolves, reeking of the beastial magic. The twin girls seemed to have some magical potential about them as well. The other set of fraternal twins were a mystery to her, tall as Mandate, faces she did not recognize. She assumed acquaintance the way the stood away from the others. The vampire though earned a sniff, her undead presence plain in the pallor of her skin and the colourless eyes. “[color=thistle]It has been sometime since you and I had met, White Witch. You’ve found yourself some new friends. Although…[/color]” She paused thoughtfully tapping her chin. “[color=thistle]It seems you pulled them straight out of a young adult novel.[/color]” She laughed again, the Fey among them laughed with her. Mandate giggled along with the fey, though it did not show except in the slight shake to her shoulders. Her gaze settled upon the White Witch from where she stood behind the Ambassador, before sweeping over the others present once more. There wasn’t much to be seen, as far as the golem could tell; she didn’t have the eye or the sense for magical things that the Ambassador did. She’d ask her about it later. She inhaled then sighed lightly, “[color=thistle]I have made some new friends as well. Your faces are all new to me so allow me to introduce us. My name is The Ambassador of the Fair Folk,[/color]” Gently she placed her hand on her chest then gestured to Mandate, “[color=thistle]My golem friend is known as the Indomitable Enforcer of the Divine Mandate. Mandate for short.[/color]” The golem in question raised one massive hand, giving a small and polite wave. [color=LightPink]”Hello!”[/color] she greeted cheerfully. Her harmonious voice and warm demeanor was perhaps at odds with her broad, towering figure, though it matched the strange ‘smile’ on her face. [color=LightPink]”Mandate is fine.”[/color] she assured them, nodding to the Ambassador. The Fey gathered watching the small group, waiting for their own responses. Ready to leap to aid on a single order from their Ambassador. Bach, invisible to those without the Sight stood idly by, grinning lazily himself. The air was chilled, tension palpable twisted like a spring.