angels and moths

[deservesadaisy]

Who: Ilde Decima and Ivan

What: something stupid

Where: a flat in Mafaton

When: a couple nights after the missions in (let's say Veerdi?)

Notes: they make the best decisions

Warnings: Mention of past abuse. Will almost certainly include sex and blood-drinking, though likely not explicit. Also, Ivan may be drunk later.


Ivan found, after dying twice, that one's sense of caution was somewhat eroded. Not completely, of course - years of habit and innate temperament saw to that - but really, what was the worst that could happen? He was strong enough in nearly all cases to make it a matter of letting him walk away or killing him. If the latter... well, he wasn't suicidal, but he was curious. Maybe the afterlife would be city on city, like nesting dolls. Maybe it would be better, or worse. Maybe it would eventually be oblivion.

But in the meanwhile, he may as well take a few risks and enjoy himself.

He sat on the balcony, smoking, and waiting for Ilde to arrive.

A you ready for some archery? [OPEN]

[cassie_of_troy]

Who: Cassandra and OPEN
What: Target practice
Where: Main Street Park
When: Veerdi Afternoon
Notes: Multiple threads welcome (please?)
Warnings: Cassandra has no filter

She shouldn't have been this good. That was the thought that ran through Cassandra's head over and over again as she pulled back her bowstring and let the arrow fly. It hit the little target she had set up for herself. To be more specific, it hit her last arrow, splitting it in two. She couldn't have been this good. Cassandra had picked up archery in Rowan, as a means to survive. Before that, she had seen archers, and knew the basic mechanics behind firing a bow, but she had had virtually no experience. Something had changed. Cassandra didn't claim to understand it, but she knew it with the same certainty she had known danger was coming.

The problem was, she didn't have anyone she could talk to about it. Something strange was happening to her and Cassandra felt completely unprepared. There was Apollo, of course, but she had learned long ago the limits of his omnipotence. Besides, she didn't want to be too dependent on him.

Without any guidance, Cassandra decided to approach this phenomenon in her own way. The first step was to test herself, to see just what she was capable of doing. She nocked another arrow into her bow and pulled back on the string. Taking careful aim, she let it fly. With a satisfying crack, it hit her last two arrows, shredding one and splitting the other down the middle.

"Well..."

What else could she really say?

Requiem unite!

[rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com]

Who: Brie, Mina, Anna and Jones
What: Meeting up with Brie, as she apparently wants to see everyone from her world
Where: The Valhalla Inn, Brie's room
When: Just after nightfall (though Jones can feel free to come beforehand)
Warnings: None

Brie watched as the sun went down over the horizon. She thought about Luke -- she could still feel the strong grip of his hands as she was being pulling away.

Everything had happened so suddenly. Despite what Anna has told her, Brie is still convinced that the Fae are at work in this world. They clearly proved themselves of teleporting an entire city and its residents to a world that shouldn't exist. What's to say they couldn't teleport all of Chicago's residents to random worlds?

Brie didn't know why she had asked to see Anna and Jones so immediately, but if there were going to be familiar faces in this place, she wants to stick together. There's always strength in numbers, and unless they actively refused, Brie would want Anna and Jones on her side.

Sitting down on her bed, she waited for her guests to arrive.