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− | + | * Rachel_ sleeps, ignorant (thankfully?) of whatever is about to befall her. | |
− | * Rachel_ | + | <Elanya> (That can just eb what Rachel was dreaming about, prior to the interruption ;) |
− | + | <Soleil> (n) Rachel is sleeping peacefully, dreaming about dancing with Nikolai at Beltaine, before things got weird. | |
− | + | <Soleil> (n) or possibly, boobies. | |
− | + | <Rachel_> (I have boring dreams...) | |
− | + | <Rachel_> (Not boobies) | |
− | < | + | <Rachel_> (Just *dancing* with Nikolai? ;^D) |
− | <Soleil> ( | + | <Soleil> (well, that would be less boring, I'd think ;D) |
− | + | <Rachel_> (man things would be more interesting) | |
− | + | <Soleil> (n) she looks up at her beloved, but instead sees... | |
− | + | <Elanya> (PENISES) | |
− | + | <Soleil> Hello, my pet. | |
− | + | <Soleil> Sleeping well? | |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Elanya> (I like my answer better ;) |
− | + | * Rachel_ breaks away from Soleil if she can. | |
− | + | * Soleil lets go of her. | |
− | <Rachel_> I | + | <Soleil> (n) The courtyard is now empty of other revellers. |
− | <Rachel_> | + | * Rachel_ eyes him. |
− | * | + | * Soleil eyes her back. ;) |
− | * | + | * Rachel_ isn't quite sure if she's just dreaming, or if he has dreamcraft or something. |
− | + | <Rachel_> . o O (I guess it's one of the same...) | |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Rachel_> . o O (Except that *I'd* be in control if I were just dreaming. |
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− | <Soleil> | + | <Soleil> Aberystwyth in spring... quite lovely |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Rachel_> . o O (And it would still be Nik there, if I were in control...) |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Soleil looks around... |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Rachel_> Soleil... |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Soleil> Yes, my dove? |
− | <Rachel_> Soleil, | + | <Rachel_> What do you want? |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Rachel_ says, resigned. |
− | <Soleil> I | + | <Soleil> What do I want? |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Soleil> You said you wanted to see, later. |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Soleil> It is later, now. |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Soleil quirks his head to one side. |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Rachel_> I said I *maybe* wanted to see... |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Soleil> Maybe, maybe... indecision ill becomes you. |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Soleil waves his hand dismissively. |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Rachel_> Soleil - |
− | <Rachel_> | + | * Soleil clicks his right thumbnail together with his silver hook, and looks expectantly at Rachel. |
− | + | <Rachel_> What else can you do? I want to know *now*. | |
− | < | + | <Soleil> Oh that isn't interesting. |
+ | * Soleil looks bored. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> Yes. It is. | ||
+ | <Soleil> I have such sights to show you... | ||
+ | <Soleil> And you just want to play 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours'... | ||
+ | * Soleil looks disappointed. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ 's face twists into a disapproving expression. | ||
+ | * Soleil flops down onto a bench. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ turns a cold shoulder to him and walks away a short distance. | ||
+ | * Soleil taps his claw on the bench a few times. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> . o O (I am in way above my head.) | ||
+ | <Soleil> (bah, nothing one couldn't do with a couple levels of Dreamcraft) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (I know, but she has no way of doing anything to him.) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (He's infuriating.) | ||
+ | <Soleil> So pretty... | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (Taking such liberties.) | ||
+ | <Soleil> But a pale reflection... | ||
+ | <Soleil> of the real thing... | ||
+ | * Soleil taps his claw again, and the ground beneath your feet begins to ice over... | ||
+ | <Soleil> (n) At least, that's what it looks like at first... | ||
+ | <Soleil> (n) It isn't cold... | ||
+ | <Soleil> (n) It's some kind of crystal. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ turns and looks back at him, glaring. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ crosses her arms. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> I see that you are going to force me to come with you whether I wish it or not. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Come with me? | ||
+ | <Soleil> We aren't going anywhere... | ||
+ | <Rachel_> Well. Good. | ||
+ | <Soleil> You're sleeping snug in your little bed, poppet; and all of this is but a dream. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> It is not *my* dream though. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> You are controlling it. Just being here. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Well, it was. | ||
* Soleil shrugs. | * Soleil shrugs. | ||
− | < | + | <Soleil> Are you finished looking at my horse's teeth yet? |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Rachel_> No. I am not. |
− | + | <Soleil> Oh, bother. | |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Soleil> Well, do let me know. |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Soleil reclines on the bench, stretching out his legs. |
− | * Soleil | + | <Rachel_> Soleil, I will repeat: what do you want from me? |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Rachel_> "I am here for you. I am yours. I live to serve." |
− | < | + | <Soleil> I want to give you a present! |
− | < | + | * Soleil says brightly. |
− | * Soleil | + | <Rachel_> So you just force your way into my mind. My innermost thoughts. |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Rachel_> Well thank you very much but I don't think I wish to receive a gift from one who is little better than a rapist. |
− | + | <Soleil> Have you ever enchanted anyone? | |
− | <Rachel_> I don't think | + | <Rachel_> It's not the same thing. |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Soleil> Careful how you sling your mud, my dear... |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Soleil> Some is like to splash back on your face... |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Rachel_> It is not the same thing. |
− | + | * Soleil hops up and stands on the back of the bench, holding his arms out for balance. | |
− | + | <Soleil> Some would differ... | |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <BalthCat> (Like me!) |
− | + | <Rachel_> When a person is enchanted, you don't break in to their mind. | |
− | + | <Rachel_> It is external. | |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Soleil looks rather cheerful and untroubled. |
− | + | <Soleil> Don't you? | |
− | <BalthCat> ( | + | <Soleil> You tear down barriers which they have carefully erected, through the centuries, to protect their very sanity... |
− | < | + | <Soleil> And when it is over, they are confused and disoriented... unable to even understand what has happened to them. |
− | + | <Soleil> My little present will have no such unpleasant side effects! | |
− | <Rachel_> It | + | * Soleil skips. |
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− | * Soleil | + | <Rachel_> Won't it? |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Soleil> it is, as I said, just a dream... |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Rachel_> How can I ever trust you, knowing you can slip into my thoughts whenever you wish? |
− | * | + | <Rachel_> How can I ever feel secure, knowing you are around? |
− | <Soleil> .. | + | <Soleil> Oh, not whenever I wish... |
− | <Soleil> It's | + | <Soleil> It requires a great deal of effort |
− | < | + | <Soleil> I would never harm you. |
− | <Soleil> You | + | <Soleil> Whether you believe that or not, it is true all the same. |
− | < | + | <Rachel_> You keep *saying* that. But what good is the word of a ghost. |
− | < | + | <Soleil> The proof is in the pudding, my dear Rachel |
− | * | + | <Soleil> If you'd care to partake. :) |
− | * Rachel_ | + | <Soleil> Oh let's do have just a little look-see, shall we? |
− | * Soleil sits on the little | + | * Soleil hops off the bench, and walls of crystal spring up around you. |
− | <Rachel_> | + | * Rachel_ 's eyes glitter coldly and angrily. |
+ | <Soleil> Count Anathene's Crystal Hall... | ||
+ | <Rachel_> I presumed as much. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ says tersely. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Pretty, isn't it? | ||
+ | <Rachel_> Not nearly so pretty as my father's garden. | ||
+ | * Soleil laughs lightly. | ||
+ | <Soleil> An unnecessary boast... | ||
+ | <Rachel_> Laugh if you will. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Now, one of the rare creatures who inhabits these hallowed halls... | ||
+ | <Rachel_> My father's garden is alive and vibrant. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> This place is cold and dead, like you. | ||
+ | *** BalthCat is now known as Jennie | ||
+ | <Soleil> It is now... sadly | ||
+ | <Soleil> Really... Arcadia doesn't impress you as much as it ought. :P | ||
+ | <Soleil> Your father would be green with envy. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> This isn't really Arcadia. | ||
+ | <Soleil> But no matter! | ||
+ | <Soleil> A dream is better than nothing... | ||
+ | <Soleil> There are fae who would kill for a dream as real as this. | ||
+ | <Soleil> The fae have forgotten... | ||
+ | <Soleil> But the dead remember. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> Not all of them. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Now where was I... | ||
+ | <Soleil> Ah yes, our Lady Diamond. | ||
+ | *** Sascha has joined #changeling | ||
+ | *** ChanServ sets mode: +o Sascha | ||
+ | * Rachel_ waits impassively. | ||
+ | *** Sascha is now known as Lady_Diamond | ||
+ | * Lady_Diamond appears between the two of you. | ||
+ | * Lady_Diamond does not appear to see either of you, or indeed anything at all. | ||
+ | * Lady_Diamond seems younger than she does now, and even more resplendent... | ||
+ | * Rachel_ does not appear impressed. She is determined not to have fun. | ||
+ | * Lady_Diamond appears to have been frozen in the midst of some dance; a veil of diamonds arcs through the air behind her as she spins balanced on one toe. Six beautiful iridescent wings spring from her back, her crowning glory. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Oh, don't pout. I know you want to learn what I have to tell you. | ||
+ | <Soleil> It's in your blood. | ||
+ | <Soleil> It *burns* within you. The desire, the thirst for knowledge... | ||
+ | <Rachel_> I would prefer to learn it on *my* terms. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ says viciously. | ||
+ | <Soleil> This is the only way. | ||
+ | * Soleil says with an untroubled shrug. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Phantom Shadows and other tricks of Chicanery are sadly lost to me. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> What about courtesy? | ||
+ | <Soleil> What of it? :) | ||
+ | <Soleil> Surely we can dispense with stuffy formalities. Isn't that what you wish from your family? | ||
+ | <Soleil> Oh, I prithee, my lady Baroness, to grant me an audience... etc, etc... | ||
+ | * Soleil seems to be in quite an upbeat mood this evening. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> That is not what I mean and you know it. | ||
+ | <Soleil> I'm not psychic, either. | ||
+ | <Soleil> More's the pity... | ||
+ | * Soleil watches Diamond spin in place. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ shakes her head. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> I do not believe the dead could be so dense, being intangible. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Were you never taught to respect your elders? Such manners. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Will you really throw away your only chance to see her as she was? | ||
+ | * Soleil seems curious | ||
+ | <Soleil> For the sake of your pride? | ||
+ | * Rachel_ 's features darken. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> If it's my *only* chance, then I suppose I have no choice. As with everything else involving you. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> Go on then. | ||
+ | <Soleil> You do have a choice, my dear. | ||
+ | <Soleil> You can stay, or you can leave. | ||
+ | * Soleil indicates the door leading out of the high hall. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Leave, and go back into the arms of dear old Nikolai. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Or stay, and enjoy my pageant of ghosts! | ||
+ | <Soleil> :) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> What sort of choice is that? | ||
+ | <Soleil> A simple one? | ||
+ | <Rachel_> . o O (I hate you.) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> You know my House. Thus: no choice at all, really. | ||
+ | <Soleil> (hey, you could make a willpower roll ;D) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (No.) | ||
+ | <Soleil> As I said, a simple one. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Goody-goody! | ||
+ | * Soleil claps his hands together. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ shows no sign of any emotion save her annoyance and anger towards Soleil. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Let's start at the beginning, shall we... | ||
+ | <Rachel_> It's the very best place to start. | ||
+ | * Soleil disappears, as does the image of the young Diamond. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ says dryly. | ||
+ | <Soleil> In the dead of the lingering winter... | ||
+ | * Soleil sounds far away. | ||
+ | <Soleil> (n) suddenly your surroundings shift, as capriciously as they might in the dreaming... | ||
+ | <Soleil> (n) You are in a stone room, lit by torchlight. | ||
+ | <Soleil> (n) A group of women are huddled around a figure reclining on a cot or table, murmuring softly. There are three boggans, dressed in simple grey gowns, and two eshu. | ||
+ | * Griselda is a grump eshu, with frizzy gray hair that seems to form a curly | ||
+ | triangle around her leathery face. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ tries to see the reclining figure's face. She assumes it is a female ancestor in childbirth. | ||
+ | <Griselda> Fomaline, take the child... | ||
+ | <Griselda> (n) One of the boggans, a portly brunette wilder, lifts up a tiny red creature with six wings, screeching mightily and beating its tiny fists in the air. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> . o O (Babies are so ugly.) | ||
+ | * Tamara is a sidhe woman, thin as a rail, with shimmery, iridescent hair. | ||
+ | * Tamara 's eyes are glazed with pain; her arms flail weakly at the air until she is restrained by the other two boggans. The gown she is wearing, white linen, is soaked red from the waist down. | ||
+ | <Tamara> <q> no, no, no... | ||
+ | <Tamara> (n) <Boggan> It won't stop... | ||
+ | <Griselda> Do your best. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ feels sick in spite of herself. | ||
+ | <Tamara> <q> please, no... | ||
+ | <Griselda> (n) the Eshu and Boggans appear to be casting cantrip after cantrip, but still the blood comes. | ||
+ | <Griselda> (q) frost and snow... | ||
+ | * Griselda curses. | ||
+ | <Tamara> <q> where... where | ||
+ | <Griselda> Hush, my lady... save your strength. | ||
+ | * Griselda says gently. | ||
+ | * Griselda sponges the woman's brow. | ||
+ | * Tamara looks up at her with wild crystal violet eyes. | ||
+ | <Tamara> <q> baby... | ||
+ | * Tamara rasps. | ||
+ | <Griselda> <w> A girl, your excellency... a beautiful child. | ||
+ | * Michael_ opens the door. | ||
+ | <Michael_> (n) the boggan who was cleaning up the baby looks up and gasps. | ||
+ | <Michael_> <Boggan> You can't come in..! | ||
+ | <Griselda> Look to my lady, | ||
+ | * Griselda says to the other eshu, who seems to be her apprentice. | ||
+ | * Griselda strides over to the sidhe lord, heedless of the fact that she's steeped to the elbows in blood. | ||
+ | * Michael_ looks much younger, a wilder. He looks very like the portrait in Diamond's hall; tall and dark and strong. He clutches in his hand the scythe you recognize as your father's. | ||
+ | * Michael_ looks the old woman up and down. | ||
+ | <Michael_> The Countess? | ||
+ | * Michael_ asks tersely. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (he was way older than Diamond, ew...) | ||
+ | <Griselda> <q> My lord, she will not live. | ||
+ | * Michael_ frowns. | ||
+ | <Griselda> We have cast all the magicks we can... | ||
+ | <Griselda> But we cannot put the blood back into her. | ||
+ | * Griselda whispers. | ||
+ | <Griselda> It is fate. | ||
+ | <Michael_> The child, then? | ||
+ | * Michael_ asks in a business-like manner | ||
+ | <Tamara> <q> my baby, my baby... | ||
+ | * Griselda looks back over her shoulder at the countess. | ||
+ | * Tamara starts flailing around weakly. | ||
+ | <Tamara> <q> where is she... | ||
+ | <Tamara> <q> Where is she, my precious, my precious jewel, my diamond... | ||
+ | <Tamara> (n) The boggans try to calm her down, while Michael looks disapproving. | ||
+ | <Griselda> The child will live. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ might smirk if she were in a better mood. | ||
+ | <Griselda> She is strong. | ||
+ | <Michael_> A girl... | ||
+ | <Michael_> His excellency will be disappointed. | ||
+ | <Griselda> ... | ||
+ | <Michael_> Have the child cleaned up, and then bring it to me. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (Soleil is forcing family history on Rachel) | ||
+ | * Michael_ exits, closing the door behind him. | ||
+ | <Michael_> (n) The scene fades away. | ||
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+ | * Diamond_ sits in her bedroom, draped in a shimmery cloak/robe thing. | ||
+ | * Diamond_ stares into her mirror, looking petulant. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ does smirk this time... | ||
+ | * Diamond_ flutters her wings. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (how old is Diamond here?) | ||
+ | * Diamond_ sighs expansively and puts her chin on her hand. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (She looks about sixteen.) | ||
+ | * Griselda bustles into the room. | ||
+ | * Diamond_ looks over her shoulder. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Oh, don't you ever knock? | ||
+ | * Diamond_ doesn't sound terribly troubled. | ||
+ | <Griselda> You haven't got anything I've not seen, my lady. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Ugh. | ||
+ | * Diamond_ rolls her eyes. | ||
+ | * Griselda looks Diamond up and down. | ||
+ | <Griselda> You'd best hurry up, you've not even brushed your hair! | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Pfah, I care not. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I'll not brush my hair, I'll not put on that silly frock, I'll not wear any of that ridiculous paint, and I'll not go out at all! | ||
+ | <Rachel_> . o O (And she thinks I'm a brat...) | ||
+ | <Griselda> *I'll* brush it, then. | ||
+ | * Griselda starts unbraiding Diamond's long shimmery hair. | ||
+ | <Griselda> It won't be so bad, dear. | ||
+ | <Griselda> Not so bad as... well, we'll not say that. | ||
+ | * Diamond_ lets the eshu brush her hair. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I don't want to do it. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ 's anger is wearing off, now that she's seeing Diamond actually... "human". | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I feel like... | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Like a prize sow on display at the fair! | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Trotting me out for his boorish friends, again | ||
+ | <Griselda> Don't you like to dance, my lady? | ||
+ | * Diamond_ purses her lips. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Not for them. I loathe it! | ||
+ | <Diamond_> And he knows I do, that's why he does it. | ||
+ | <Griselda> You mustn't say such things, dear. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Oh, he loves me not! | ||
+ | * Diamond_ says angrily. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I curse my mother for dying and leaving me with such an oaf for a father. | ||
+ | <Griselda> Wisht. | ||
+ | * Griselda says sharply. | ||
+ | <Griselda> You know what will happen if he hears you speaking thus! | ||
+ | * Diamond_ shrinks a bit. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> ... | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Will Lord Adshe be there this evening? | ||
+ | <Griselda> I expect so, dear. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> HE always is, to inspect his prize cow :P | ||
+ | <Griselda> Now now, the two of you have been betrothed since you were both babes in arms, and he has no more say in it than you. | ||
+ | * Griselda reproaches. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Well, I hope he chokes. | ||
+ | <Griselda> Lady Diamond, that is quite enough of that! | ||
+ | * Diamond_ sighs unhappily. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I am sorry... | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I ... I loathe the thought of all of them watching me. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> . o O (Why does she remind me of Isabel?) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I am but a toy to them. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> A pretty little toy. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I can feel their eyes already... It makes my skin crawl. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Even when I'm not on display he has me watched, you know. | ||
+ | * Griselda lets her prattle on. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> His wizard has spies everywhere, I'm certain... | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Such cold black eyes... Blue is by far a gentler hue. | ||
+ | <Griselda> Lord Ashe's eyes are blue. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Bah... His are like... cheap painted glass compared to my dear one! | ||
+ | * Griselda shakes her head. | ||
+ | <Griselda> I like not the path you tread... | ||
+ | <Griselda> It leads to ... dark places. | ||
+ | * Diamond_ hmfs. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> I wish I had a brother. Then I wouldn't be bothered with this nonsense, and Father would let me alone. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ starts looking at other things in Diamond's room. She knows all this already. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (It's clean...) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (Any stuffies? ^-^) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> Oh, when I am Countess, I shall have all of those eyes... to command, or to feed to the ravens. | ||
+ | <Griselda> You don't mean that... | ||
+ | <Diamond_> no... | ||
+ | * Diamond_ looks sad. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> But I wish I did. | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (no :/) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (Anything out in the open?) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (like what?) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (There are a lot of books with titles you don't recognize, stacks of sheet music... she has some paintings) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (There are prisms dangling in the windows :D) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (A book next to the bed, a necklace on a stand near the mirror, anything that might be a prized possession?) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (Her dressing table is cluttered with *stuff*, including a silver jewel box) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (Anything I recognize that she has now, in the real world?) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (I don't believe you've been in her bedroom ;) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (Are you sure? Not even as a little girl adoring her beautiful grandma?) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (yes) | ||
+ | <Rachel_> (She's such a bitch... ^-^) | ||
+ | <Diamond_> (n) things fade away again... | ||
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+ | <Soleil> Enjoying the show? | ||
+ | * Rachel_ is jolted back into annoyance by the ghost's presence. | ||
+ | <Rachel_> Some of it. | ||
+ | * Rachel_ admits. | ||
+ | <Soleil> Oh, I'm glad. | ||
+ | * Soleil says, sounding sincere. | ||
+ | <Soleil> But, unless you wish to sleep the day away, this is where it ends. | ||
<Rachel_> ... | <Rachel_> ... | ||
− | + | <Soleil> I can show you more at another time... | |
− | < | + | <Soleil> If you so desire. |
− | + | <Soleil> Think on thy answer. | |
− | < | + | <Rachel_> . o O (He could just be making everything up...) |
− | + | <Rachel_> If we do it again, I would like to know in advance. | |
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− | < | + | <Soleil> Oh, that will never work. |
− | <Soleil | + | <Soleil> With all the excitement, you'd not be able to sleep! |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Rachel_> Soleil, I get excited when I know Nikolai will be visiting. I am sorry to tell you that you don't have quite the same effect. |
+ | <Soleil> Will you go? Yes or no? | ||
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− | + | * Rachel_ searches Soleil's gaze, hoping to find something there. What, she's not sure. | |
− | + | <Rachel_> Why are you so anxious to do this? | |
− | + | * Soleil looks eager. | |
− | + | <Soleil> Call me nostalgic. | |
− | * Rachel_ | + | <Rachel_> Nostalgic? |
− | + | <Rachel_> Weren't you dead long before my grandmother's time? | |
− | + | <Soleil> Well, I'm sure you wouldn't be interested in *that* | |
− | + | <Rachel_> You aren't psychic. How would you know what interests me, and what doesn't? | |
− | + | <Soleil> Their names and deeds would mean nothing to you. | |
− | + | * Soleil shrugs. | |
− | + | <Rachel_> Frankly, tonight's little display has showed me nothing I didn't really know already. | |
− | + | <Rachel_> Except maybe that the countess was, once, "human." | |
− | < | + | <Rachel_> Things I don't already know interest me more. |
− | <Soleil> | + | <Soleil> So, is that a yes, or a no? |
− | + | <Rachel_> Must I answer you now? | |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Rachel_> You did tell me to think on it. |
− | + | <Soleil> Hmmm, I think so. | |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Rachel_> Why. |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Rachel_ is losing her patience once more... |
− | + | <Soleil> Oh, because it bores me to argue it over and over, mostly. | |
− | + | <Rachel_> How would my thinking about it and then giving you an answer at a later date construe arguing it over and over? | |
− | + | <Soleil> Of course... you could always *command* me to show you something later | |
− | + | <Soleil> Your ladyship. | |
− | + | <Soleil> Oh it will never be so quick. | |
− | * | + | * Soleil says with a frown. |
− | * | + | <Soleil> Mulling it this way and that, asking me question after question... |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Soleil> on and on |
− | + | <Soleil> My, whatever would you do if you really had to make a snap decision? | |
− | + | <Soleil> ... Is that a bird I hear? | |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Rachel_ 's eyes darken to a deep red angrily. |
− | + | <Soleil> * distant chirping* | |
− | <Rachel_> | + | <Rachel_> I make snap decisions often. |
− | + | <Soleil> Until next time, poppet... | |
− | < | + | <Soleil> <bird> *chirp* |
− | + | <Rachel_> But not when they involve a creature whose intentions I still cannot be sure of, who speaks only in riddles, and whose sole joy in afterlife is making my life a misery. | |
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− | <Soleil> | + | * A_Bird is chirping outside Rachel's window |
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− | < | + | <A_Bird> chirpy-chirp chirp |
− | <Soleil> | + | * Rachel_ sits up and opens her eyes. |
− | + | * A_Bird trills a happy little bird tune | |
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− | + | * Rachel_ doesn't feel rested at all. | |
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Revision as of 08:40, 11 March 2012
- Rachel_ sleeps, ignorant (thankfully?) of whatever is about to befall her.
<Elanya> (That can just eb what Rachel was dreaming about, prior to the interruption ;) <Soleil> (n) Rachel is sleeping peacefully, dreaming about dancing with Nikolai at Beltaine, before things got weird. <Soleil> (n) or possibly, boobies. <Rachel_> (I have boring dreams...) <Rachel_> (Not boobies) <Rachel_> (Just *dancing* with Nikolai? ;^D) <Soleil> (well, that would be less boring, I'd think ;D) <Rachel_> (man things would be more interesting) <Soleil> (n) she looks up at her beloved, but instead sees... <Elanya> (PENISES) <Soleil> Hello, my pet. <Soleil> Sleeping well? <Elanya> (I like my answer better ;)
- Rachel_ breaks away from Soleil if she can.
- Soleil lets go of her.
<Soleil> (n) The courtyard is now empty of other revellers.
- Rachel_ eyes him.
- Soleil eyes her back. ;)
- Rachel_ isn't quite sure if she's just dreaming, or if he has dreamcraft or something.
<Rachel_> . o O (I guess it's one of the same...) <Rachel_> . o O (Except that *I'd* be in control if I were just dreaming. <Rachel_> ... <Soleil> Aberystwyth in spring... quite lovely <Rachel_> . o O (And it would still be Nik there, if I were in control...)
- Soleil looks around...
<Rachel_> Soleil... <Soleil> Yes, my dove? <Rachel_> What do you want?
- Rachel_ says, resigned.
<Soleil> What do I want? <Soleil> You said you wanted to see, later. <Soleil> It is later, now.
- Soleil quirks his head to one side.
<Rachel_> I said I *maybe* wanted to see... <Soleil> Maybe, maybe... indecision ill becomes you.
- Soleil waves his hand dismissively.
<Rachel_> Soleil -
- Soleil clicks his right thumbnail together with his silver hook, and looks expectantly at Rachel.
<Rachel_> What else can you do? I want to know *now*. <Soleil> Oh that isn't interesting.
- Soleil looks bored.
<Rachel_> Yes. It is. <Soleil> I have such sights to show you... <Soleil> And you just want to play 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours'...
- Soleil looks disappointed.
- Rachel_ 's face twists into a disapproving expression.
- Soleil flops down onto a bench.
- Rachel_ turns a cold shoulder to him and walks away a short distance.
- Soleil taps his claw on the bench a few times.
<Rachel_> . o O (I am in way above my head.) <Soleil> (bah, nothing one couldn't do with a couple levels of Dreamcraft) <Rachel_> (I know, but she has no way of doing anything to him.) <Rachel_> (He's infuriating.) <Soleil> So pretty... <Rachel_> (Taking such liberties.) <Soleil> But a pale reflection... <Soleil> of the real thing...
- Soleil taps his claw again, and the ground beneath your feet begins to ice over...
<Soleil> (n) At least, that's what it looks like at first... <Soleil> (n) It isn't cold... <Soleil> (n) It's some kind of crystal.
- Rachel_ turns and looks back at him, glaring.
- Rachel_ crosses her arms.
<Rachel_> I see that you are going to force me to come with you whether I wish it or not. <Soleil> Come with me? <Soleil> We aren't going anywhere... <Rachel_> Well. Good. <Soleil> You're sleeping snug in your little bed, poppet; and all of this is but a dream. <Rachel_> It is not *my* dream though. <Rachel_> You are controlling it. Just being here. <Soleil> Well, it was.
- Soleil shrugs.
<Soleil> Are you finished looking at my horse's teeth yet? <Rachel_> No. I am not. <Soleil> Oh, bother. <Soleil> Well, do let me know.
- Soleil reclines on the bench, stretching out his legs.
<Rachel_> Soleil, I will repeat: what do you want from me? <Rachel_> "I am here for you. I am yours. I live to serve." <Soleil> I want to give you a present!
- Soleil says brightly.
<Rachel_> So you just force your way into my mind. My innermost thoughts. <Rachel_> Well thank you very much but I don't think I wish to receive a gift from one who is little better than a rapist. <Soleil> Have you ever enchanted anyone? <Rachel_> It's not the same thing. <Soleil> Careful how you sling your mud, my dear... <Soleil> Some is like to splash back on your face... <Rachel_> It is not the same thing.
- Soleil hops up and stands on the back of the bench, holding his arms out for balance.
<Soleil> Some would differ... <BalthCat> (Like me!) <Rachel_> When a person is enchanted, you don't break in to their mind. <Rachel_> It is external.
- Soleil looks rather cheerful and untroubled.
<Soleil> Don't you? <Soleil> You tear down barriers which they have carefully erected, through the centuries, to protect their very sanity... <Soleil> And when it is over, they are confused and disoriented... unable to even understand what has happened to them. <Soleil> My little present will have no such unpleasant side effects!
- Soleil skips.
<Rachel_> ... <Rachel_> Won't it? <Soleil> it is, as I said, just a dream... <Rachel_> How can I ever trust you, knowing you can slip into my thoughts whenever you wish? <Rachel_> How can I ever feel secure, knowing you are around? <Soleil> Oh, not whenever I wish... <Soleil> It requires a great deal of effort <Soleil> I would never harm you. <Soleil> Whether you believe that or not, it is true all the same. <Rachel_> You keep *saying* that. But what good is the word of a ghost. <Soleil> The proof is in the pudding, my dear Rachel <Soleil> If you'd care to partake. :) <Soleil> Oh let's do have just a little look-see, shall we?
- Soleil hops off the bench, and walls of crystal spring up around you.
- Rachel_ 's eyes glitter coldly and angrily.
<Soleil> Count Anathene's Crystal Hall... <Rachel_> I presumed as much.
- Rachel_ says tersely.
<Soleil> Pretty, isn't it? <Rachel_> Not nearly so pretty as my father's garden.
- Soleil laughs lightly.
<Soleil> An unnecessary boast... <Rachel_> Laugh if you will. <Soleil> Now, one of the rare creatures who inhabits these hallowed halls... <Rachel_> My father's garden is alive and vibrant. <Rachel_> This place is cold and dead, like you.
- BalthCat is now known as Jennie
<Soleil> It is now... sadly <Soleil> Really... Arcadia doesn't impress you as much as it ought. :P <Soleil> Your father would be green with envy. <Rachel_> This isn't really Arcadia. <Soleil> But no matter! <Soleil> A dream is better than nothing... <Soleil> There are fae who would kill for a dream as real as this. <Soleil> The fae have forgotten... <Soleil> But the dead remember. <Rachel_> Not all of them. <Soleil> Now where was I... <Soleil> Ah yes, our Lady Diamond.
- Sascha has joined #changeling
- ChanServ sets mode: +o Sascha
- Rachel_ waits impassively.
- Sascha is now known as Lady_Diamond
- Lady_Diamond appears between the two of you.
- Lady_Diamond does not appear to see either of you, or indeed anything at all.
- Lady_Diamond seems younger than she does now, and even more resplendent...
- Rachel_ does not appear impressed. She is determined not to have fun.
- Lady_Diamond appears to have been frozen in the midst of some dance; a veil of diamonds arcs through the air behind her as she spins balanced on one toe. Six beautiful iridescent wings spring from her back, her crowning glory.
<Soleil> Oh, don't pout. I know you want to learn what I have to tell you. <Soleil> It's in your blood. <Soleil> It *burns* within you. The desire, the thirst for knowledge... <Rachel_> I would prefer to learn it on *my* terms.
- Rachel_ says viciously.
<Soleil> This is the only way.
- Soleil says with an untroubled shrug.
<Soleil> Phantom Shadows and other tricks of Chicanery are sadly lost to me. <Rachel_> What about courtesy? <Soleil> What of it? :) <Soleil> Surely we can dispense with stuffy formalities. Isn't that what you wish from your family? <Soleil> Oh, I prithee, my lady Baroness, to grant me an audience... etc, etc...
- Soleil seems to be in quite an upbeat mood this evening.
<Rachel_> That is not what I mean and you know it. <Soleil> I'm not psychic, either. <Soleil> More's the pity...
- Soleil watches Diamond spin in place.
- Rachel_ shakes her head.
<Rachel_> I do not believe the dead could be so dense, being intangible. <Soleil> Were you never taught to respect your elders? Such manners. <Soleil> Will you really throw away your only chance to see her as she was?
- Soleil seems curious
<Soleil> For the sake of your pride?
- Rachel_ 's features darken.
<Rachel_> If it's my *only* chance, then I suppose I have no choice. As with everything else involving you. <Rachel_> Go on then. <Soleil> You do have a choice, my dear. <Soleil> You can stay, or you can leave.
- Soleil indicates the door leading out of the high hall.
<Soleil> Leave, and go back into the arms of dear old Nikolai. <Soleil> Or stay, and enjoy my pageant of ghosts! <Soleil> :) <Rachel_> What sort of choice is that? <Soleil> A simple one? <Rachel_> . o O (I hate you.) <Rachel_> You know my House. Thus: no choice at all, really. <Soleil> (hey, you could make a willpower roll ;D) <Rachel_> (No.) <Soleil> As I said, a simple one. <Soleil> Goody-goody!
- Soleil claps his hands together.
- Rachel_ shows no sign of any emotion save her annoyance and anger towards Soleil.
<Soleil> Let's start at the beginning, shall we... <Rachel_> It's the very best place to start.
- Soleil disappears, as does the image of the young Diamond.
- Rachel_ says dryly.
<Soleil> In the dead of the lingering winter...
- Soleil sounds far away.
<Soleil> (n) suddenly your surroundings shift, as capriciously as they might in the dreaming... <Soleil> (n) You are in a stone room, lit by torchlight. <Soleil> (n) A group of women are huddled around a figure reclining on a cot or table, murmuring softly. There are three boggans, dressed in simple grey gowns, and two eshu.
- Griselda is a grump eshu, with frizzy gray hair that seems to form a curly
triangle around her leathery face.
- Rachel_ tries to see the reclining figure's face. She assumes it is a female ancestor in childbirth.
<Griselda> Fomaline, take the child... <Griselda> (n) One of the boggans, a portly brunette wilder, lifts up a tiny red creature with six wings, screeching mightily and beating its tiny fists in the air. <Rachel_> . o O (Babies are so ugly.)
- Tamara is a sidhe woman, thin as a rail, with shimmery, iridescent hair.
- Tamara 's eyes are glazed with pain; her arms flail weakly at the air until she is restrained by the other two boggans. The gown she is wearing, white linen, is soaked red from the waist down.
<Tamara> no, no, no...
<Tamara> (n) <Boggan> It won't stop...
<Griselda> Do your best.
- Rachel_ feels sick in spite of herself.
<Tamara> please, no...
<Griselda> (n) the Eshu and Boggans appear to be casting cantrip after cantrip, but still the blood comes.
<Griselda> (q) frost and snow...
- Griselda curses.
<Tamara> where... where
<Griselda> Hush, my lady... save your strength.
- Griselda says gently.
- Griselda sponges the woman's brow.
- Tamara looks up at her with wild crystal violet eyes.
<Tamara> baby...
- Tamara rasps.
<Griselda> <w> A girl, your excellency... a beautiful child.
- Michael_ opens the door.
<Michael_> (n) the boggan who was cleaning up the baby looks up and gasps. <Michael_> <Boggan> You can't come in..! <Griselda> Look to my lady,
- Griselda says to the other eshu, who seems to be her apprentice.
- Griselda strides over to the sidhe lord, heedless of the fact that she's steeped to the elbows in blood.
- Michael_ looks much younger, a wilder. He looks very like the portrait in Diamond's hall; tall and dark and strong. He clutches in his hand the scythe you recognize as your father's.
- Michael_ looks the old woman up and down.
<Michael_> The Countess?
- Michael_ asks tersely.
<Rachel_> (he was way older than Diamond, ew...)
<Griselda> My lord, she will not live.
- Michael_ frowns.
<Griselda> We have cast all the magicks we can... <Griselda> But we cannot put the blood back into her.
- Griselda whispers.
<Griselda> It is fate. <Michael_> The child, then?
- Michael_ asks in a business-like manner
<Tamara> my baby, my baby...
- Griselda looks back over her shoulder at the countess.
- Tamara starts flailing around weakly.
<Tamara> where is she...
<Tamara>
Where is she, my precious, my precious jewel, my diamond...
<Tamara> (n) The boggans try to calm her down, while Michael looks disapproving.
<Griselda> The child will live.
- Rachel_ might smirk if she were in a better mood.
<Griselda> She is strong. <Michael_> A girl... <Michael_> His excellency will be disappointed. <Griselda> ... <Michael_> Have the child cleaned up, and then bring it to me. <Rachel_> (Soleil is forcing family history on Rachel)
- Michael_ exits, closing the door behind him.
<Michael_> (n) The scene fades away.
- Diamond_ sits in her bedroom, draped in a shimmery cloak/robe thing.
- Diamond_ stares into her mirror, looking petulant.
- Rachel_ does smirk this time...
- Diamond_ flutters her wings.
<Rachel_> (how old is Diamond here?)
- Diamond_ sighs expansively and puts her chin on her hand.
<Diamond_> (She looks about sixteen.)
- Griselda bustles into the room.
- Diamond_ looks over her shoulder.
<Diamond_> Oh, don't you ever knock?
- Diamond_ doesn't sound terribly troubled.
<Griselda> You haven't got anything I've not seen, my lady. <Diamond_> Ugh.
- Diamond_ rolls her eyes.
- Griselda looks Diamond up and down.
<Griselda> You'd best hurry up, you've not even brushed your hair! <Diamond_> Pfah, I care not. <Diamond_> I'll not brush my hair, I'll not put on that silly frock, I'll not wear any of that ridiculous paint, and I'll not go out at all! <Rachel_> . o O (And she thinks I'm a brat...) <Griselda> *I'll* brush it, then.
- Griselda starts unbraiding Diamond's long shimmery hair.
<Griselda> It won't be so bad, dear. <Griselda> Not so bad as... well, we'll not say that.
- Diamond_ lets the eshu brush her hair.
<Diamond_> I don't want to do it.
- Rachel_ 's anger is wearing off, now that she's seeing Diamond actually... "human".
<Diamond_> I feel like... <Diamond_> Like a prize sow on display at the fair! <Diamond_> Trotting me out for his boorish friends, again <Griselda> Don't you like to dance, my lady?
- Diamond_ purses her lips.
<Diamond_> Not for them. I loathe it! <Diamond_> And he knows I do, that's why he does it. <Griselda> You mustn't say such things, dear. <Diamond_> Oh, he loves me not!
- Diamond_ says angrily.
<Diamond_> I curse my mother for dying and leaving me with such an oaf for a father. <Griselda> Wisht.
- Griselda says sharply.
<Griselda> You know what will happen if he hears you speaking thus!
- Diamond_ shrinks a bit.
<Diamond_> ... <Diamond_> Will Lord Adshe be there this evening? <Griselda> I expect so, dear. <Diamond_> HE always is, to inspect his prize cow :P <Griselda> Now now, the two of you have been betrothed since you were both babes in arms, and he has no more say in it than you.
- Griselda reproaches.
<Diamond_> Well, I hope he chokes. <Griselda> Lady Diamond, that is quite enough of that!
- Diamond_ sighs unhappily.
<Diamond_> I am sorry... <Diamond_> I ... I loathe the thought of all of them watching me. <Rachel_> . o O (Why does she remind me of Isabel?) <Diamond_> I am but a toy to them. <Diamond_> A pretty little toy. <Diamond_> I can feel their eyes already... It makes my skin crawl. <Diamond_> Even when I'm not on display he has me watched, you know.
- Griselda lets her prattle on.
<Diamond_> His wizard has spies everywhere, I'm certain... <Diamond_> Such cold black eyes... Blue is by far a gentler hue. <Griselda> Lord Ashe's eyes are blue. <Diamond_> Bah... His are like... cheap painted glass compared to my dear one!
- Griselda shakes her head.
<Griselda> I like not the path you tread... <Griselda> It leads to ... dark places.
- Diamond_ hmfs.
<Diamond_> I wish I had a brother. Then I wouldn't be bothered with this nonsense, and Father would let me alone.
- Rachel_ starts looking at other things in Diamond's room. She knows all this already.
<Diamond_> (It's clean...) <Rachel_> (Any stuffies? ^-^) <Diamond_> Oh, when I am Countess, I shall have all of those eyes... to command, or to feed to the ravens. <Griselda> You don't mean that... <Diamond_> no...
- Diamond_ looks sad.
<Diamond_> But I wish I did. <Diamond_> (no :/) <Rachel_> (Anything out in the open?) <Diamond_> (like what?) <Diamond_> (There are a lot of books with titles you don't recognize, stacks of sheet music... she has some paintings) <Diamond_> (There are prisms dangling in the windows :D) <Rachel_> (A book next to the bed, a necklace on a stand near the mirror, anything that might be a prized possession?) <Diamond_> (Her dressing table is cluttered with *stuff*, including a silver jewel box) <Rachel_> (Anything I recognize that she has now, in the real world?) <Diamond_> (I don't believe you've been in her bedroom ;) <Rachel_> (Are you sure? Not even as a little girl adoring her beautiful grandma?) <Diamond_> (yes) <Rachel_> (She's such a bitch... ^-^) <Diamond_> (n) things fade away again...
<Soleil> Enjoying the show?
- Rachel_ is jolted back into annoyance by the ghost's presence.
<Rachel_> Some of it.
- Rachel_ admits.
<Soleil> Oh, I'm glad.
- Soleil says, sounding sincere.
<Soleil> But, unless you wish to sleep the day away, this is where it ends. <Rachel_> ... <Soleil> I can show you more at another time... <Soleil> If you so desire. <Soleil> Think on thy answer. <Rachel_> . o O (He could just be making everything up...) <Rachel_> If we do it again, I would like to know in advance.
- Rachel_ says finally.
<Soleil> Oh, that will never work. <Soleil> With all the excitement, you'd not be able to sleep! <Rachel_> Soleil, I get excited when I know Nikolai will be visiting. I am sorry to tell you that you don't have quite the same effect. <Soleil> Will you go? Yes or no? <Rachel_> ...
- Rachel_ searches Soleil's gaze, hoping to find something there. What, she's not sure.
<Rachel_> Why are you so anxious to do this?
- Soleil looks eager.
<Soleil> Call me nostalgic. <Rachel_> Nostalgic? <Rachel_> Weren't you dead long before my grandmother's time? <Soleil> Well, I'm sure you wouldn't be interested in *that* <Rachel_> You aren't psychic. How would you know what interests me, and what doesn't? <Soleil> Their names and deeds would mean nothing to you.
- Soleil shrugs.
<Rachel_> Frankly, tonight's little display has showed me nothing I didn't really know already. <Rachel_> Except maybe that the countess was, once, "human." <Rachel_> Things I don't already know interest me more. <Soleil> So, is that a yes, or a no? <Rachel_> Must I answer you now? <Rachel_> You did tell me to think on it. <Soleil> Hmmm, I think so. <Rachel_> Why.
- Rachel_ is losing her patience once more...
<Soleil> Oh, because it bores me to argue it over and over, mostly. <Rachel_> How would my thinking about it and then giving you an answer at a later date construe arguing it over and over? <Soleil> Of course... you could always *command* me to show you something later <Soleil> Your ladyship. <Soleil> Oh it will never be so quick.
- Soleil says with a frown.
<Soleil> Mulling it this way and that, asking me question after question... <Soleil> on and on <Soleil> My, whatever would you do if you really had to make a snap decision? <Soleil> ... Is that a bird I hear?
- Rachel_ 's eyes darken to a deep red angrily.
<Soleil> * distant chirping* <Rachel_> I make snap decisions often. <Soleil> Until next time, poppet... <Soleil> <bird> *chirp* <Rachel_> But not when they involve a creature whose intentions I still cannot be sure of, who speaks only in riddles, and whose sole joy in afterlife is making my life a misery.
- Soleil is now known as A_Bird
- A_Bird is chirping outside Rachel's window
<Rachel_> . o O (Kill it.) <A_Bird> chirpy-chirp chirp
- Rachel_ sits up and opens her eyes.
- A_Bird trills a happy little bird tune
- A_Bird hops lightly from branch to branch, singing
- Rachel_ doesn't feel rested at all.