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Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@Prince of Seraphs

""Unless I meant to let it slip."

That and he likes to mess with people's heads.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@BlackPanther Falk is enjoying himself. He's really only offering this as hospitably and favor.

"It's so very useful, I never get out much."

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Falk

The Fall King moved with a easy grace. "So tell me, does my courting of the Lady Winter trouble you?" The stormy grey-green eyes looked light, amused. Untroubled. While it would not be wise to lie nor put falsehood before him, the Lord of Fall seemed untroubled by the thought that Feoras still attached on his presumed wife to be. "Be honest, stripling. I care little for such facts. We Fae have- had- long lives." The eyes became troubled as he recalled times long past as he forced himself to use the correct tense. "We may have marriages come and go, lovers as well. A good husband or wife of the Fae in ancient times worried not about such things. The child would be theirs or it would not. If not, it fell to the spouse and lover to care for. If it was the marriage bound cared for it. Marriages were dissolved when it was no longer needed though both parties would have had to agree to it..." Sitting with the grace of a lazy cat, he waved a hand in dismissal at his prattling though he would never call it such.

Studying the Summer King he raised a slight brow. "You have questions, Fae of Summer. King on High. Sun's own Son. Speak them. I will answer to my amusement, and you shall answer my own questions. A good bargain, is it not?" He raises a hand in pause. "Though I will add that no state secrets, nothing of rank but rather Fae to Fae. And, of course, no Names." The predatory grin was back, as his eyes looked off to times long pass. "You are young, I am ancient. Time effects even the Fae, though it is the one lie we permit that they do not." The Fall King was not in his black armor but robes of black and grey. A single sash of bronze and brown about his waist, looking oddly out of place. The robbed sleeves bound back from the firm arms, and his black hair swept back from his face. High above the winds rushed the tree tops as thundered rumbled far off. With a displeased look towards the thunder, the Fall King's eyes gleamed and a sharp gesture made. The storm that was starting to boil just in sight beyond the falls's top dissipated. "I have had enough of rain." The reasonable and silky voice became deep and sharp with annoyance.

Justice League: Legacy

<Snipped quote by BlackSam3091>

I think you should carve it in stone. ;)

@Blue Demon

Carve it in obsidian or kryptonite.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Had to rewrite Falk five or six times before I got happy with him. Blasted Falk!

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Aisling

Aisling's eye grew dark with her own anger at the Ice Queen's accusations. Her fingers stilled the humming strings as the Victorian era woman watched the Fae. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I forgot myself. Of course you are not weak, all powerful Fae that you are." Her tone was laced with deep venom. "Forgive a foolish human who knows of nothing, least of all the plans of one who sent her here. And forgive the music which she plays for she has naught else of satisfaction to do." Aisling's slim hands shook, she was tired of the Fae and of their games. Tired of their ever changing views. Though it was perhaps why she valued the Fall King as her Lord, as he was not so keen to the ever flickle nature of the Fae as the rest of them. She had watched them in the Court, from the steps to the throne as they spoke unkindly of her music or praised it. Declaring it 'refreshing'.

Nothing the Queen of Winter said was new. But Aisling was embolden to be away from the ancient of the Fae Rulers. Something to her was refreshing and freeing. "You say I make speak plainly then I say this. You're a absolute fool." A heart makes someone weak? To certain things yes, and it was easily broken but the heart was passion. And Passion drove people where others emotions would falters. "The heart is the strongest weapon when combined with pen in the Mortal Realm as I knew it before the Fall Court's Kind did spirit me away to his side." Scowling she plucked the strings in dispairing annoyance. Needing something to take her anger out on. Though no true song was played the harp still hummed with a low tone matching Aisling's mood.

Falk

Falk watched the Summer King and did not pretend to hid his joy nor his superior smirk. Predatory and the epitaph of many Fae blessing and curses, Falk gestured with a slim hand. A hand fitted for pen and harp as much as sword. "Have a seat, King of Summer Courts. You seem rather dishelved of the loss of your Icy Queen. Perhaps you remain human after all." The Hall of the King of Fall was oddly still, no Fae beside the King and his will'o'wisps (Sworn to never speak), were present. A goblet and wine appeared beside Feoras with a chair right at the base of the steps.

"Though that is not to be a surprise, have you wondered Summerborn? Have you thought as to why we value humans? Mortals with short lives and sight and little in the ways of magic? Who make dreaded iron and curse us as much as they bless us?" The gleaming eyes of the great king seemed to look off into a far off distance, the falls behind him quietly thundering. Standing the Fall King walked down the steps with a grace no other Fae could rival. Like he had been born to move with the liquidity of wind and water. Stopping by the base of the steps a second chair appeared beside the first. Though the King ignored it to peer into the great pool that he saw through. "We Fae lead long and twisted lives. Power, magic, we grasp with clever hands. But, that is not why you are here. Not for the mysteries of the Fae nor the mysteries of the humans, though you may be here for such without knowing. Fate ever turns her wheel and spins destiny upon it." Inclinging his head towards the seats he gestured with a subtle flick of his fingers. "Please, sit. Relax. We are here for a friendly discussion. Nothing more nor less, and away from prying ears and eyes."

@Belle@BlackPanther

Justice League: Legacy

@GreenGrenade

Comforted knowing that no one was dying – yet –

Yet. Keyword there, of course it goes against a scientist's best interest to wipe out the lab rats. But if things were to escalate. Niceties would be out the window. Mehehehehe~!

Justice League: Legacy

Strykers Island, Metropolis ||| The Imp

This was not a welcomed intervention nor a opportunistic variable for the 'test' that the infamous prankster was in the area for. A displeased frown graced the moody looking hatter, the prison populace would have been the perfect lab rats- test subjects for the new 'spiders' she had been working on. Mechanical spiders, they were no larger than a billiard table ball when curled up up but expanded they were roughly the size of a dinner plate. In theory, they were suppose to slip in and attach themselves to 'hosts' of a sort. Injecting the most likely unwilling participant with whatever the spiders contained. Some were to test this out while others would curl up in some recluse spot and become dormant. Filled with a tranquilizing fluid, they were a fail safe for if their creator ever found herself inside the bleak and hopeless system.

Above the sleek black top hat, the umbrella copter's whizzing and droning brought the Imp out of the thought train of sullen disappointment. Her long coat whipping about the sleek figure and one boot hanging free of the absurdly light contraption, the Imp leaned down urging the copter to do the same as red demonic eyes studied the situation. One hand settled inside of the coat, while a gloved hand marked 'Despair' was hooked about the umbrella's overly long rod to keep the key piece of the outfit from flying off. While she had lost it several times, the hat was something Impness would never willingly do without. It was dear to her as her experiments thought not more so. As prisoners rioted against guards and the villains of superheros rose up, Imp's frown only grew. It was troubling to see this and even more so considering the new, and badly done, "starfish face" trend. Almost as bad, though not worse than the duck face crap that had passed through a bit before.

Pulling a pair of spectacles from the coat she slid them onto the beak of a nose, peering down and seeing the fight in a better view. One rather large and metal mass man was trying to scale a wall while another was battling with a faceless wonder. Pausing to take that in, she snorted in a unlady-like fashion. In a gun verse none, the gun would always win save if this man had some above human power of brains. If he had brains... A smirk turned the concerned face into the devil's own image. Casting out a arm after stowing the spectacles again she tossed the 'spiders' into the fray. It would help for them to do their job and put down who and what they could. But alas it was only twenty, she neither had the time nor had wanted to draw too much attention. Still, with all the action it would be amusing and something to watch.

But she didn't get time to examine further as a red blur shot across the prison towards the duo already engaged. Lowering the umbrella still lower, she watched as one arrow was driven off course and another was sent to completely miss. "Havin' a wee bit of bother there, Robin Hood? You missed twice gone now." She snickered as she sunk lower behind the man. "An' don't go minding the Imp, just a friendly visiting neighbor. Of a sort."

A wicked grin and cackling she released the umbrella the spinning blades slowing to a stop and folding down to show it's naked form. Whirling, she caught a inmate about the neck with the device and swept him off his feet using his own momentum. " 'ello there love, sad to say but you just went from a useful, to something rather rude. Interrupting my experiment, now I'll have to get involved. Shame really." She apologized to the man. The glove 'Grim' dipped into the coat to pull out two long and nasty looking syringes and stabbed the man in the neck and twisting about to nail a passerby in the back of the knee. Powerful sedatives, they would calm and leave the injected in a stumbling haze of pure bliss.

"Where is the loud, 'hear me, I am God' thing's room...! Need some lovely music." Her voice cackled as she rubbed her hands together in a all too happy way, needles appearing between her fingers. "I had plans! Glorious plans!" Laying about with her umbrella like it was a club, the needles hitting pressure points and eyes more often than not as Imp wove her way through the crowd of prisoners. "You lot ruined my planned experiment! My knowledge to be gained!" Giving a ghoulish howl of cackling laughter, she started chanting a half crazed tone the lyrics to 'Happy Unbirthday'.

Justice League: Legacy

@BlackSam3091Lovely bit of work there, chap. Do we got a postin' order, or shall we be a winging it?