Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 2:45 PM
"Ох, Бруце, ох, како је прекрасно име! Име које може најбољег хиљаду империја! Ох, узми ме сада слатког принца!" Marya mocked with a laugh, having moved away from Bruce and his new girlfriend with her sister. Her eyes kept flickering over towards Sylvi as she contemplated just what she wanted to do to her. She doubted her adoptive father knew anything about how to care for a woman - or even interact with one, despite the fact that he grew up with three sisters - each one more irritating than the last, in Marya's opinion.
There was a flash of silver and suddenly, Sylvi would find that her bag was gone. Marya dumped out its contents on the table with her sister, looking at the songs with interest.
"Uh..." Bruce said, his face turning red, before he noticed what the twins were doing.
"Hey, stop it you two, or I will make you." he threatened in their direction, before he looked at Myth again.
"Uh... Sorry about that..." "Добро, убојство," Marya muttered.
"Сумња да ваша девојка жели да види како позовете црну рупу изнад главе. Оставља косу." She then snickered, but she wasn't making a move to return the items that she had stolen with her sister. Instead, she kept on sifting through them, figuring
stop it meant
no more - he didn't tell them to return the papers, anyways.
He let out a sigh,
"Give her back her things, now Marya, Medea!" he snapped at them, he was known to have a little bit of a temper, and they were started to practically yank it to the forefront. He took a deep breath, managing to calm down.
"Those two are so hard to keep up with," he whispered to Myth.
"Без обзира, њене песме су ипак глупе. Сва најбоља музика је направљена прије еона. Видео сам барови једном да извршим убиство извођења слатких снова. Само добра музика коју сам икада чуо." There was another flash of silver and Sylvi's things would be returned to her, and if Sylvi turned to look, the twins were now looking around with boredom.
"Be nice Marya..." he said.
Arya Rincewind & Myrus Silvers
Location: The Palace Lawns
The sun has not yet begun to set for the Castle, but the temperature has been steadily dropping. Ceremonials robes and outfits will not be enough to keep out the chill much longer. During the Coronation, the sun was high in the sky and the temperature was at its highest. Snow had begun to fall steadily again, contrasting brilliantly against Arya's dark hair and the temperature had plummeted to a chilly 20 degrees
Fahrenheit (or approximately minus seven degrees Celsius, for those using the far superior metric system).
Arya had started to shiver, pulling her coat around her. The chill felt like it was eating into her bones and she whispered a
Charm under her breath, a bluebell flame appeared in her hand. It didn't burn her but it helped to give a tingling sensation to her cold fingers. Atkin would also begin to shiver. Perhaps Wizard Tower had softened him slightly - either that or his robes were beginning to fail to protect him from the elements. (Everyone else outside on the Palace Lawn would be feeling fine).
Myrus wasn't shivering from the cold and while for some, this would be seen as a good sign, any well versed in
Physik would recognize the danger. His attire was hardly keeping him warm but more importantly, he was
soft. He was a fourteen year old child, raised in the Palace. He never had to want for much, and while the loss of both his parents was a hardship, it hadn't given him the resiliency he needed to withstand the cold. He wasn't shivering because his body's heat regulation systems had shut down. His mind was in a full out panic after Nera's assault and his fingers were still tingling, with the strange mutant power that had been awakened in him.
He turned his head slowly in the direction of the voice that he had heard. It was the wicked man from before and Myrus bit the inside of his lip. His lips were a light blue shade as he stared at the ghost, something inside of him snapping.
"G-go away you undead b-b-bastard," Myrus mumbled. He had never sworn before in his life.
"I have read every book in the Pyramid Library - at least, all of the ones that have not been Concealed," Arya told Atkin.
"But if anyone has information on mutants in the Castle, beyond the dragonness or Cuyler, it would be Uncle Marcellus." She then paused, shifting the bluebell flame she held to her other hand, in an attempt to spread the warmth.
"Yet Queen Valda is right - perhaps the dragonness would not mind explaining. However, Atkin, I do agree....We need to get Myrus to a Physician." Myrus looked down at Thia, tempted to reach out and pet her yet simultaneously afraid that she would explode if he touched her. He didn't understand anything Cuyler had mentioned - gods? He had been raised like most in the Castle with a fairly agnostic belief set. Perhaps there were beings out there - perhaps not. They celebrated the Summer Solstice largely because it was the day no trees of the Forest could cast shadows on the Castle - and the Winter Solstice as the ending of a year.
"There should be a Physician on call for the Royal Family," Arya explained. And as if on cue, Myrus collapsed to the ground, out
cold.
"I will go fetch them," Emperor Taj volunteered. He sprinted into the Palace and a few minutes later, he returned with
a wild looking Physik woman. Her white robes swept the ground as she came out, with her hair a dangerous mess. She saw Myrus on the ground and she shrieked, running over to him.
"Becky with the good hair?" Rowland muttered under his breath. They had gone to the Purple School together at the Ramblings. Of course, now wasn't the time for chitchat as Becky crouched down next to Myrus and Arya cast a quick spell, Myrus floating up horizontally as if on a stretcher. "Oh, my poor boy, what have they done to you..." Becky murmured.
Meanwhile, back inside of Lyra's quarters, the little baby - intended to be named Zekarra by her parents - stared back at Richard, giggling. She then went
achoo and a small ball of flame came out of her nostrils and hit Richard, setting his hair on fire. Baby Zekarra laughed at the sight of her father with a handsome fiery hairdo, before there was a
poof and she shifted back into the happy gurgling dragon. She wanted her mother, however, and she sent a bit more fire at Richard, breaking his grip and then half flew/half fell into Thalia's arms. She shifted back into a baby and clapped her hands happily, looking up at Thalia.
Lyra would manage to smother the flames, though a great deal of her things had been burned and would need some repair. Asha couldn't help but
ooh and
aww at the adorable baby. Even Puck, a generally unpleasant and manipulative person, couldn't help but grin at seeing the adorable bundle of joy. (And this was a man who quite literally stole babies away from their families and forced them into enslaved service).
"Your baby is so cute!" Asha gushed.
The Port: Port Witch Coven House
"Pfft, men," Harlianne scoffed, shaking her head at the serious of ridiculous acts that unfolded. She had seen plenty of crazy things in her lifetime, but one thing always remained constant - men were idiots. And as much as she disliked royals, she
did love getting paid.
"Right then, luv, if I'm takin' ya to the Castle, best be on our way then, init?" Harlianne said, before she eyed the Port barge. It'd be faster to just steal it, rather than rigging up her own ship which would take a while and her crew was off lunching.
Unfortunately, Luna has about the same constitution as her brother. Harlianne was motioning for the girl to follow, just debating as to whether or not to shoot the prick that was on top of the poor falling woman, when she noticed Luna tip forward and slump unconscious. It was just as cold at the Port as it was at the Castle, yet it felt much harsher due to the sharp winds that had begun to pick up. They'd be experiencing a blizzard soon enough.
"Wotcherself, girl," Harlianne chided, before she pulled two pistols and held them out at the ready, looking at everyone assembled.
"Anyone who ain't here to help the little miss get to the Palace, bugger off. Or eat lead." Back inside of the house, Nera's ghostly form continued to
Appear to Fleur and Fleur alone. There was much that she had to explain to her - but there was one task that she had to ask, before anything else.
"There are many things about me that you do not know," Nera began. She then reached out, putting her hand on Fleur's and Fleur would feel a chill.
"For ages, my family has protected and guarded the artifact in your hand...If you use it properly, you can command time itself. You could even reverse death..." Nera's voice drifted off as Constance entered the room. "Wendron Bitches are gone - mostly dead, one was a coward and ran," she informed Fleur. "We can stay at my son's house while we're cleaning the mess and rebuilding here," she then offered. Her son, Antonije, was actually the older brother of the twins, Marya and Medea. None of them were her biological children. She had adopted Antonije after their parents died and she had always meant to take in the girls, but it never worked out.
"I doubt the Wendron's have a leg left to stand on. They're finished. It's our time."
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