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"I was scarred by choices not mine, but I choose authorship in every line."
I am a lifelong lover of Story. It doesn't matter if it is music, video games, movies, novels, TV serials, TTRPGs, or collaborative writing on a forum.
I am really glad to have found this site when I did. I have found community, and wish I had much, much sooner.
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Lol nice!
Caelum followed Sir Idris to the council chamber of the Hollow. He found himself eyeing each lantern as they passed, habitually inspecting them and noting any that might need attention in the near future. Realizing this, he tried to focus forward and listen to the vague “explanations” Sir Idris was sporadically sprinkling into their flight. They weren’t outright lies—Idris knew better. But the soft fluttering embers in Caelum’s wings occasionally tingled, glowing with each half-truth and deliberate dodge.
There was definitely more to this than Sir Idris felt comfortable divulging, in spite of claiming to explain on their way. So far, all Caelum could glean was that there was a something that threatened… well, apparently everything? Caelum remained silent for the journey. Something that did ring true, without a single pulse from his wings, was that all was about to be made clear.
As they made their final approach, Caelum was reminded of why he didn’t come here. Lots of unpleasant memories flooded back from his early days.
Upon finally entering, Caelum noticed he was not the only one summoned—something else Sir Idris had chosen not to share.
The radiant—well, usually more radiant—Queen Celine was awaiting their arrival, with a cluster of other fairies and sparrows. He looked to Sir Idris, whose face mirrored how he felt when beholding the Queen.
What the ash was going on?!
Beside the Queen was, of course, Lady Dandelion; as well as a sparrowman he’d seen on rare occasions but—like most of the Hollow—he didn’t know.
Lady Calypso was also present, along with a water sparrow he’d seen before—that’s right. Caelum had a sketch or two of him. He always seemed to take particular relish in his duties—and himself. Standing beside the two water fairies was another… Magnolia?! What was she doing here?!
She had noticed him, too. He smiled warmly to her, in spite of things.
Sir Elric was in the hall as well with one of his charges. Caelum had met Blitz before, though—like most—seldom had dealings with him. He had provided some lovely feathers for Caelum to adorn his home with, however.
Lady Ophelia and Loke—of all fae—had been settling in as Caelum and Sir Idris made their entry. If Loke O’Toole had also been summoned to this little gathering… Caelum’s curiosity was through the roof.
Caelum’s gaze wandered once more to the Lagoon fairy as he and Sir Idris reached the group. She, too, was still looking his way. A smile returned to his face, though was short-lived. The Queen’s words stealing both of their gazes toward her.
The Queen was not much more illuminating than Sir Idris had been. Caelum was grateful when the unknown sparrow brashly interrupted, though he gave voice to the question that Caelum himself—and no doubt the others—had been wondering as well.
There was definitely more to this than Sir Idris felt comfortable divulging, in spite of claiming to explain on their way. So far, all Caelum could glean was that there was a something that threatened… well, apparently everything? Caelum remained silent for the journey. Something that did ring true, without a single pulse from his wings, was that all was about to be made clear.
As they made their final approach, Caelum was reminded of why he didn’t come here. Lots of unpleasant memories flooded back from his early days.
Upon finally entering, Caelum noticed he was not the only one summoned—something else Sir Idris had chosen not to share.
The radiant—well, usually more radiant—Queen Celine was awaiting their arrival, with a cluster of other fairies and sparrows. He looked to Sir Idris, whose face mirrored how he felt when beholding the Queen.
What the ash was going on?!
Beside the Queen was, of course, Lady Dandelion; as well as a sparrowman he’d seen on rare occasions but—like most of the Hollow—he didn’t know.
Lady Calypso was also present, along with a water sparrow he’d seen before—that’s right. Caelum had a sketch or two of him. He always seemed to take particular relish in his duties—and himself. Standing beside the two water fairies was another… Magnolia?! What was she doing here?!
She had noticed him, too. He smiled warmly to her, in spite of things.
Sir Elric was in the hall as well with one of his charges. Caelum had met Blitz before, though—like most—seldom had dealings with him. He had provided some lovely feathers for Caelum to adorn his home with, however.
Lady Ophelia and Loke—of all fae—had been settling in as Caelum and Sir Idris made their entry. If Loke O’Toole had also been summoned to this little gathering… Caelum’s curiosity was through the roof.
Caelum’s gaze wandered once more to the Lagoon fairy as he and Sir Idris reached the group. She, too, was still looking his way. A smile returned to his face, though was short-lived. The Queen’s words stealing both of their gazes toward her.
The Queen was not much more illuminating than Sir Idris had been. Caelum was grateful when the unknown sparrow brashly interrupted, though he gave voice to the question that Caelum himself—and no doubt the others—had been wondering as well.
Out of curiosity, is this the arrival order?
Orian, Magnolia and Rainier, Blitz, Loke, then Caelum?
I rolled with that.
Orian, Magnolia and Rainier, Blitz, Loke, then Caelum?
I rolled with that.
No rush!
welcome back! Never heard of Mork Borg before now, but looking into it a bit, it seems cool. Might have to give that a shot sometime.
It's deliberately brutal. :D
Don't trip, potato chip!
I hope you feel well soon!
I hope you feel well soon!
JJ’s existential remark cemented his kinship with Aksel. A sardonic smirk gently pulled at his lip. His new friend wasn’t wrong. Still, it didn’t hurt to try and belong somewhere—however fleeting. At the very least, it was always nice to be seen. Aksel was always willing to give people the opportunity to stay.
Some storms were easier to face with someone beside you.
Any mirth drained from both of their faces as Tony returned, as if on cue, as the sky was becoming a darker hue than usual. Aksel was not looking forward to having to deal with him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to dodge the man forever, but that would never stop him from trying.
Fortunately, Aksel had positioned himself to not be among the first to incur his wrath. No, that honor fell to Prince and Co., as the irate overseer approached.
JJ had clocked it too, and seemed like he was going to make a remark to try and maintain the positive atmosphere in spite of the return of The Man—as he had put it. Just as Tony reached out for Prince’s spliff, there was a massive crashing crunch as an absurdly large piece of hail demolished a nearby vehicle.
"That's my car!" Tony exclaimed. “I just got it back!"
Prince became reflexively defensive, clearly as baffled as anyone else.
Another huge chunk of ice fell.
Henry looked to the oncoming storm.
"What the hell is that?"
Aksel followed his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed still. The sky had gone from sullen… to wrathful. The clouds above the city were churning and roiling, as if with a purpose—and it felt personal. As if Odin himself were riding to claim their lives.
Another hail-boulder fell, shattering the dumpster like it owed the sky money. Aksel barely flinched. Watching—looking from person to person—his jaw tight, heart racing. Fight or flight kicked in, but his body hadn’t chosen a side.
JJ was cussing up his own storm, leaning on humor to survive the absurdity of the situation. Aksel admired that, but remained focused on the task at hand until Tony began shouting for everyone to run for it.
"Maybe we're not on our own,” JJ echoed his prior insight with a smirk. "But we will be if we stay here!"
With that, JJ immediately sped off with more speed and skill than Aksel would have anticipated. He kept pace with him as best he could. That is, until they were about to pass where the Prince party had been. Aksel snatched up the fallen spliff—now extinguished—and fell in behind JJ.
Waste not, want not, he thought.
Some storms were easier to face with someone beside you.
Any mirth drained from both of their faces as Tony returned, as if on cue, as the sky was becoming a darker hue than usual. Aksel was not looking forward to having to deal with him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to dodge the man forever, but that would never stop him from trying.
Fortunately, Aksel had positioned himself to not be among the first to incur his wrath. No, that honor fell to Prince and Co., as the irate overseer approached.
JJ had clocked it too, and seemed like he was going to make a remark to try and maintain the positive atmosphere in spite of the return of The Man—as he had put it. Just as Tony reached out for Prince’s spliff, there was a massive crashing crunch as an absurdly large piece of hail demolished a nearby vehicle.
"That's my car!" Tony exclaimed. “I just got it back!"
Prince became reflexively defensive, clearly as baffled as anyone else.
Another huge chunk of ice fell.
Henry looked to the oncoming storm.
"What the hell is that?"
Aksel followed his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed still. The sky had gone from sullen… to wrathful. The clouds above the city were churning and roiling, as if with a purpose—and it felt personal. As if Odin himself were riding to claim their lives.
Another hail-boulder fell, shattering the dumpster like it owed the sky money. Aksel barely flinched. Watching—looking from person to person—his jaw tight, heart racing. Fight or flight kicked in, but his body hadn’t chosen a side.
JJ was cussing up his own storm, leaning on humor to survive the absurdity of the situation. Aksel admired that, but remained focused on the task at hand until Tony began shouting for everyone to run for it.
"Maybe we're not on our own,” JJ echoed his prior insight with a smirk. "But we will be if we stay here!"
With that, JJ immediately sped off with more speed and skill than Aksel would have anticipated. He kept pace with him as best he could. That is, until they were about to pass where the Prince party had been. Aksel snatched up the fallen spliff—now extinguished—and fell in behind JJ.
Waste not, want not, he thought.
JJ is a goof at heart if you havnt noticed, didn't want the atypical angry pyro.
And I thank you for that.
Right? It reminds me of the movie The Day After Tomorrow. I was thinking Cait too, especially since the storm definitely just blew her high.
Exactly.
Oh, yeah everyone's adrenal glands are taking control now. Part of me wants Aksel to grab the spliff on the way in. Might need the to keep calm later. haha
He'd prioritize grabbing a person, though.
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