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Post by lordclover on Feb 12, 2017 19:44:25 GMT -5
{ my replies gonna be a bit short just to keep the action moving~
what kinda project, Clover? } [ a shadowbox for aviation in the 1920's it's been a massive pain, but I'm getting there c": I'll post a starter for Darren once everyone's heading towards the ship, I don't want to post one to early since he's just on the Eventide ]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 12, 2017 19:44:56 GMT -5
Princess Thelma
If you can take a moment to imagine the halls of St. Priscilla’s Cathedral as existing with a snow globe. Safe and confined. Made of carefully crafted peace, silence broken only by the monotonous litany of the celebrant. Now imagine this snow globe being dashed to the floor, smashing into thousands of glittering shards.
In Thelma’s mind, that’s exactly how it unfolded.
The silent, dutiful world within the cathedral erupted into glass and fire. A chorus of shrieks and cries joined in with the roaring flames as they surged forward, devouring the carpet with the kind of ferocious hunger only fire could enjoy. Beneath it all, two little words buried themselves beneath the panic and confusion that stampeded through Thelma’s mind.
I do.
Gone, was the celebrant. Scattered, were the guests. The shattered remains of a chandelier hunched in the midst of the chaos like the carcass of a fallen beast, broken glass for bones and licking flames for blood. Above it all was a voice, clipped with an accent like nothing Thelma had heard before. Lou? She’d heard the name once before, in stories the maids enjoyed sharing with one another when they thought no royal ears could hear. The name was shared by a notorious pirate captain, one of the few who managed to nimbly evade the royal navy like none before him. But that couldn’t be. Sure, St. Priscilla’s was close the sea, but how could pirates have managed this!? This was royal wedding. Not just that, it was the most important royal wedding in the history of the Courts. It was their union. The one thing that would finally bring them together. How could a bunch of pirates have ruined it? It couldn't have been the Captain Lou, right?
Thelma’s attention was torn from the pandemonium sprawled at her feet. She turned to Tamlin, eyes wide with a storm of emotions. Fear, confusion, anger, worry. Beneath it all, way, way, way beneath it all, relief. “I’m fine,” she pushed away from him, harsher than she had anticipated, “I have to find my mom. And Hannah. And Cass.” Worry twisted like a knife in her gut as her eyes ripped through the sea of fire and glass and frenzy, tearing it to pieces in search of her family.
The witnesses were fleeing, mortals and immortals alike. The mortals, fearing for their lives. The immortals, possessed by a fear of pain. Thelma inched closer to the flames, craning her neck as though a few more inches would grant her the height need to see over the growing haze of smoke. As if 6’1” wasn’t tall enough to do that. Smoke stung her eyes. Tears turned the scene into a blurry gray mess. All thoughts of marriage were gone, evaporated by the panic heating her insides. The fire crept ever closer, hissing and crackling as it began to eat at the pews as well. A stray spark found the hem of her gown and caught.
Hissing through her teeth, Thelma lurched backward. Farther from the fire. Farther from her family. The spark grew, fattening into a small flame of its own. Alarm and adrenaline singing in her blood, Thelma beat it down, extinguishing it with her hand. Her gaze swept over the cathedral one last time, hoping to find the faces of her family, before glancing up at Tamlin.
What was happening?
How could this have gone so horribly wrong?
Their safe little snow globe had burst and the horror, the real true weight, of it had yet to reach Thelma.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 12, 2017 19:53:26 GMT -5
Glowwwwwwwwwww
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 12, 2017 19:54:21 GMT -5
{ thank you Glow <3 I try >w< }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 12, 2017 19:55:13 GMT -5
Look at your messages you dork
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goodbye, my friends
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 12, 2017 19:58:44 GMT -5
ahhh mush you're such a beautiful writer<3
I'll try to throw up a quick and short Tamlin post but y'all don't need to wait for me
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 12, 2017 20:02:52 GMT -5
( aa i'll try post something before i submit myself to death by reading go to sleep! c: & i second that, your writing is beautiful mu! )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 12, 2017 20:06:16 GMT -5
{ aw thank you guys <3 take your time with replies! there's no rush~ }
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 12, 2017 20:08:51 GMT -5
{{ Everyone has such beautiful writing here. <333
I'll have a post up soon. :3 }}
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 12, 2017 20:36:17 GMT -5
{ just letting you guys know but I'm gonna disappear in twenty minutes or so the Walking Dead returns tonight so I'm hype for that! }
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 12, 2017 20:41:05 GMT -5
( enjoy, mu! i'll disappear off to sleep once i've replied for cass & evalisse anyhow and deal with the currently-undecided-personality quin tomorrow c'x )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 12, 2017 20:50:57 GMT -5
Kubo was good <3 such a cute movie
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 12, 2017 21:09:55 GMT -5
Thane watched as his son took his vows, a smile on his face. His son had taken the next step into maturity, into being an adult. Tamsin's marriage was the first among his children, but Thadrin was looking forward to Thomasin's marriage. She had no desire to get married, but she would have little choice. As much as he hated pushing his children into things that went against everything they wanted, Thane had little choice in the matter. Thomasin's marriage would solidify alliances and secure future political power for the crown, should he or Tamsin fall. Thomasin would complain and moan, but she would have no choice. They all had to do what needed to be done, in the name of their family, and in the name of the crown. Thane gave his son a warm smile, nodding his encouragement.
It was this moment that Thane would come to look back on, to see the quiet celebrations and happiness as two people were joined in marriage, and two families combined into one. It was peaceful; the organ played quietly in the background, Tamsin and Thelma held each other's hands, the guests were barely managing to sustain their cheering. In the next breath, all hell broke lose. Thane's gaze was drawn to the short little man who had wrapped himself around the chandelier, and who was cackling like a maniac. Lou. Thane curled his lip back as the pirate captain, infamous among both empires for his antics, bemoaned the fact that he hadn't been invited - and why would he? he was crazy, and a criminal to boot - and then cut the bindings that held the chandelier to the ceiling. In a wash of fire and chaos, it crashed to the earth; glass and ash flew in all directions, and Thane snarled, punching his fist outward. The fire and glass that almost washed across him abruptly changed course as the concussion wave of air struck them. The peace that had been settled across the people moments before was gone, and everyone ran for the entrance. There was screaming and crying and wailing; in the insanity, Thane lost sight of his son. As Thomasin had been right next to him, he grabbed her arm and held tight, dragging her along as his guards escorted them out of the cathedral that was rapidly going up in flames. His magic swelled within him; the fire around him danced wildly, as if blown by a gust of wind. Thane ground his teeth and reigned his power back in, turning to stare at each face that made it out of the blaze. Where was his son? Panic gradually built within him. He couldn't find Tamsin, nor did he see Thelma. He opened his mouth to speak but no words escaped; he swallowed and snarled at the guards near him. They scattered to find the prince.
"Where is my son?" the immortal King roared. "Find him! FIND HIM!"
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 12, 2017 21:29:03 GMT -5
( ok just cass for now bc i'm not actually entirely sure what to do with evalisse right now aha and i need sleep <3 g'night my dudes! )
Cass always thought the end of the world would involve more locusts.
Okay, so it wasn't the end of the world - but it felt a little like it right then and there. It sure as hell looked like it: shattered glass littered the floor; the shouts and yells and cries of panicked guests rose over the cracking of it underneath their feet. Smelled like it, too. The fire smoke was fast becoming suffocating. They needed to get out. It was ridiculous how long it took his mind to reach that obvious conclusion, when most people around them had their eyes and hearts on the doorway through which they'd come, now their gateway to safety.
Supposedly one looks to the things he loves at times like this - some kind of protective instinct takes over. Cassian's eyes were exactly where they'd been before, only the object of his gaze was now obscured by those in front of him also having stood up, turning questioningly to the source of all this chaos. "Thelma!" he called out, as loud as he could while still trying to sound calm, despite feeling anything but. It was only with difficult and strong conscious effort that he dragged his gaze away from the very spot where moments ago he has been about to witness the so-called beauty of holy matrimony. He couldn't help but wonder - if only for a foolish moment - if all those thoughts of how they could swoop Thelma away from the marital scene had somehow jinxed the whole affair.
His only consolation was that Prince Tamlin had been up there with her, and if he had even the tiniest shred of the qualities such a being with that title was presumed to possess, he would keep Thelma safe. And if not, well, Cass would be drafting a declaration of war on a certain other Court in the near future, you could count on that.
Cass turned to Hannah, perhaps only seeking the silent consolation of somebody whom could know exactly the feeling inside of him right now. Perhaps just hoping that he could find something in looking at her that might bring some sense to this situation. That's what older siblings were for, weren't they? Their few extra years' advantage always somehow made them seem so much more wise and together. His eyes moved on from there to the very source of the commotion
Lou. The name snagged on his thoughts even though he'd barely been listening to the opening words, too focused on trying to hunt out Thelma before. Sure, he'd wished for a way to stop this wedding, but this hadn't quite been what he had in mind.
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goodbye, my friends
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 12, 2017 22:40:51 GMT -5
Prince Tamlin
It was all gone. All the anger and melancholy and sadness, it dove for cover, like the celebrant, the minute the chandelier came down. Instead, all systems shut down, and Tamlin's perfectly controlled face was wild with panic, worry, fear, confusion. The ice had broken under his feet and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Captain Lou? He wondered? The notorious and elusive pirate that roamed the seas, untouched by any fleet and terrorizing the waves. Why the heck would he care about a royal wedding?!
Thelma shoved away from him, hard, and he stumbled a bit backward, but he caught himself. He felt a lace of hurt, irrational hurt, and it only bruised his ego and pride a bit. He couldn't be concerned by it. "Oh god, Dad." He shuddered and ran his hands through his hair, the pins falling out and letting the coppery gold strands fall free and wild. Sweat was beginning to pool at his temples as the fire rose and opened it's maw to consume the beautiful cathedral's ancient pews and anyone in it's path.
"Tom." He whispered. Tamlin's panic felt like thunder inside him, a cacophony of pain that shot through him. "TOM!" He desperately reached out to her through the telepathic link, hoping the threads of their minds would connect, would weave together, that somewhere through the fire and chaos he'd hear her in his mind.
He was distracted by his runaway bride about to step into the fire and he lurched forward just as she stepped back and they knocked into each other, but they hardly noticed. A flame had caught her dress, about to consume her and her mortal body into nothing but ash. Tamlin wished he had his father's powers and not his own. His movement of objects was limited to physical things, not something as temperamental as a huge fire. Before he could react, her survival instincts kicked in and she tamped out the fire with her hand.
"Come on, we have to get out of here," But even as he said it, he realized there was not going to be an easy way out, if any at all. And they had to worry about the potential for a crazy pirate lord to come crashing in at any time. Tamlin couldn't think, the smoke was clogging his brain, his head. His heart fluttered like an anxious bird, his feet feeling like he was stuck in mud.
Without even thinking, his hand uncurled without his permission and a shard of glass toward him, one of the larger pieces. The panic that uncoiled from his core made his power uncontrollable and the glass hurled right into his hand, digging into his palm. The pain seared, blood trickling through his fingers. The glass was scorching hot from it's time in the flames, but it was better than nothing at all. A weapon, if needed.
"At least you've gotten out of your marriage for now," Tamlin found himself saying, and in any other context it might have been funny, it wasn't. Rather it was dry and salty, and he honestly had no idea why he was saying it to Thelma.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 12, 2017 22:57:17 GMT -5
poor TamTam, stabbed in the hand-hand
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goodbye, my friends
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 12, 2017 23:00:58 GMT -5
omg I laughed way too hard at that cloudy xDDD
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 12, 2017 23:04:36 GMT -5
{ c: }
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 12, 2017 23:14:03 GMT -5
{ hello friends! I'm back! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 12, 2017 23:18:54 GMT -5
{ welcome back Mush }
{ it was the first thing that came to my head lol }
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goodbye, my friends
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 12, 2017 23:25:44 GMT -5
Mush<3 how was the walking dead?
Negan being all Negan-like?
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robin
Enfj--Gryffindor--Pukwudgie--Dog Obsessed--History Lover--Total Work in Progress
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Post by robin on Feb 12, 2017 23:31:03 GMT -5
It was as if the cathedral itself had been holding its breath, waiting for this historic moment of union to come to pass...and then it exhaled. A chandelier lay sprawled out and shattered across the floor and fire began to race through the room. The cacophony of screams and shock infiltrated the smoke coming off the flames and soon the entire structure was the eye of some man made hurricane. Shards of glass, fragments of dress fabric, and remnants from errant pews and decor were scattered around everywhere Hannah looked like the pieces of some massive jigsaw puzzle. She supposed, it was all a puzzle, why they were really here, what was really going on, how the day was really playing out. All the smoke and reflection of light from the fallen chandelier pulled the Crown Princess into a sort of daze. Everything felt a bit distant all of a sudden, as if she were just some random observer of the scene watching from under the water the distorted ripples of life on the surface above...and then a familiar pair of eyes peered down and pulled her out of the water.
Cass. Cassian. Her brother.
On some instinct the golden haired princess had never noticed before stirring in her chest, she reached out and pulled her brother to her side. He was much taller and stronger too but he was also her little brother, and when it came to family, Hannah was a lioness in her own right. There was something ironclad in her grip, the way she clung to Cass’s hand and threw her arms around his frame, as if to say not you too. It was in that embrace that Hannah finally found the strength to clear her mind and try and figure out what needed to be done. First the facts: they were under attack, people were terrified, and there was no sign of Thelma or the Immortal Court’s Crown prince. The princess took a brief moment to let the pain of that last realization bury itself in her chest. But it was Thelma and she was the strong one of the two of them. Rough and tumble, ready for anything, she would survive this, and, once again, she was reminded that their lives were not their own. As much as Hannah wished her whole heart could belong to her sister and her brother and her mother, it also belonged to all these people crying out in fear and confusion. Unhappy to do so, Hannah took a deep breath and released her brother to begin rushing forward to the front of the cathedral. She had to somehow calm the masses and put out the fire, both literally and figuratively. It was her responsibility, to ensure the safety of her people. It was her duty to-
and then there was a much softer crash, the sound of the Crown Princess dripping over the damningly long skirt of her dress. Dresses were no good for running or in a fight. Really, she ought to have a conversation with the seamstresses and designers and see if something could be done to remedy this problem. Perhaps a shorter skirt in the front, or all together. Or perhaps-no. This was not the time. Unfortunately, Hannah had a tendency to be indecisive on a regular day, the stress of the moment had forced that unfortunate tendency to the front of her mind. Right, where was she? Oh, yes, right, putting out the fire. The princess pulled herself back off the floor and out of the rubble and began racing once again to the altar-or what was left of it, unknowingly leaving a small trail of blood in her wake from a currently unnoticed gash on her forearm. Oh well, bigger fish to fry.
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