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I ▫ main IV ▫ premise       XI ▫ applications XIV ▫ activity II ▫ logs V ▫ rules VII ▫ bestiary   IX ▫ canon updates XII ▫ taken XV ▫ drop/hiatus III ▫ ooc VI ▫ faq VIII ▫ setting   X ▫ mods XIII ▫ reserves XVI ▫ players the temple of beginnings. we're all a little mad here. Needless to say, the Circle has been out of sorts as of late. Fortunately, the weather has stabilized — residents will find that they are no longer plagued with snowstorms or heat waves. However, it appears that the flora and fauna have...come to life. Vines may wind around your feet and legs, entrapping you in a vice-like grip. They will eventually let go, but it seems like you need to speak nicely to them first. Bizarre, but it'll get the job done. Mushrooms have also sprouted and now sing at you when you pass by — they aren’t particularly good singers either. Trees extend their branches to poke at you from behind, but when you turn around you’ll find that no one is there. ...And worst of all, the flowers seem to be especially privy to your thoughts; when you’re close, they’ll blab out whatever is on your mind at the moment and will only be silenced once they are picked. Best of luck surviving in this more, er, animated environment! Perhaps even plant-life can be reasoned with…? Or destroyed. That’s always an option, isn’t it? oh my god they were roommates. It isn’t a proper welcome until you’ve picked out your room! In the hallways, you may find a table or two offering cookies and tea as you survey your newfound surroundings. They seem to be left by invisible people . . . weird? The Unseen Servants seem to be playing a bit more nicely from your arrival, and seem to be apologizing for their antics with sweets! (These cookies, neverfear, are not magically cursed. They are just normal cookies.) These rooms are a bit magical, you see — should you decide to room with another person (or multiple people), you’ll find that the room itself will accommodate your needs and expand accordingly. They look the same for the most part, so some might say that it would be wise to make your decision based on what your neighbors are like. Say hello or potentially someone else’s room by accident; it’s a bit of a Russian roulette. Regardless, it seems that this is your new home in sense of the word. Make the most of it! wildcard. The Temple is a pretty big place! The Forest of the Fey stretches on endlessly, Lake Dona (and the resident Nessie) is free to explore, and there are plenty of creatures who are curiously inspecting the new arrivals. The wyverns seem to be particularly precocious today, given the singing mushrooms, the psychic flowers, and the new people checking into new rooms! They are relatively harmless (as are most of the creatures in the Temple), but can be pretty annoying . . . especially if you have something resembling a snack in your hand. At any rate, free to explore the rest of the Temple, the Forest, or the Lake at your leisure! Unless otherwise designated in the bestiary, everything is free to play/free to explore. :)

Comments

[blindfoster]

Yeah.

[Quentin, having decided apparently that if he's talking about it, he may as well be full on honest shrugs.]

Fae don't age like humans. If we aren't killed, purebloods will live forever.

[And even changelings have lifespans far beyond the human half of their parentage.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo's shoulders relax slightly. So that Tybalt person isn't another immortal--or, at least, not the same type as him. He has to guess that the mechanics are pretty different if blood comes into the equation; from Szilard's knowledge, he doubts his kind of immortality is passed down.]

And I'm assuming that includes you? [A ghost of a smile passes over his face.] It's a good deal if you can get it.

[blindfoster]

It does, yeah. And I guess so. It's... almost hard to really think in those terms though. Maybe someday it won't be. But I'm seventeen, so even that feels like a long time.

[He's immortal, but young still. It's a weird mix, but that's the like he leads. Quentin shrugs.]

You don't sound all that surprised about the whole immortality thing.

[foundafamily]

[Firo nods slowly; even being several years older, he still can't wrap his head around the idea of eternity. Not that he really tries too hard.]

Don't think about that kinda thing too much.

[As for Quentin's comment... It sounds like there's an implied question in there, and Firo considers briefly if he should cop to it before landing on "why not." He's already told Cayde about his immortality, and he's pretty sure a guy who's a different kind of immortal couldn't "eat" him like the others back home. He bobs his head once in acknowledgement.]

I'm immortal too. Or I am back home--it doesn't work here.

[Which is too bad, because otherwise he could show off his neat bleeding in reverse trick.]

We must be different kinds, though. People like me can't be killed either.

[Bragging? Him? ...Maybe a little.]

[blindfoster]

What really? But you're human, right?

[Quentin hasn't met the immortal human he'll eventually meet in his own world yet, so this is a revelation of sorts.]

But yeah, sounds pretty different. Fae can be killed.

[It's not always easy, and some of them are much harder to kill than others.]

[foundafamily]

Yeah, if you still count that as human.

[He shrugs. Some don't--he doesn't really know what the real answer is there.]

I got it from drinking the elixir a couple years ago.

[blindfoster]

Huh! I mean sure, you're still you right? That means you're still human. Just... less breakable?

[Definitely interesting actually. Quentin has never heard of any magic than can turn a human immortal. Sure, Toby can change the balance of a changeling's blood. So can a hope chest. But someone fully human? Nope.]

Does that still work here? Because Astoria definitely messed with my magic.

[foundafamily]

[Hey, he'll take that view of it. Firo smiles a little, only for his expression to sour when Astoria's brought up.]

Unfortunately, no... What about you? Did she leave you with anything?

[blindfoster]

Mm... most of it's weird. I can still cast illusions, but that's about it.

[And there's no scent to his magic, which is the weirder part. Every Fae in his world has a particular flavor to their magic, a perfume that is unique to that person. And now when he casts? Nothing.

It's unsettling.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo nods. So that's why he looked "normal" earlier, he assumes.]

If you can still do something like that now, I'd hate to see how much you can do normally.

[He feels a little cheated, honestly. Even being a little bit immortal still would be helpful! Thanks, Astoria.]

[blindfoster]

Illusion is most of it usually anyway, since I'm Daoine Sidhe. Aside from the blood magic.

[Quentin realizes that's not a comforting term and offers a sheepish smile. Don't mind him.]

[foundafamily]

["Blood magic" sounds dangerous at best, but Firo can't for the life of him figure out what that would be. Sucking out someone's blood? Screwing with it a bit? He rests one hand on his hip and tilts his head.]

Is any of that supposed to mean something to me?

[blindfoster]

Probably not.

[He admits, with an apologetic grin and a shrug.]

Daoine Sidhe are a type of Fae. Our magic is blood magic -- we can see memories and thoughts in the blood. And illusions.

[foundafamily]

[Oh, screw that. Firo immediately grimaces--both at the thought of messing with people's blood and the thought of someone being able to peep into his thoughts.]

Why the hell would you wanna do that? That's disgusting. There're cleaner ways to snoop on people if that's what you really wanna do.

[blindfoster]

It's super disgusting.

[Quentin agrees, fully. He has no interest at all in tasting anyone's blood, but such is the life of a Daoine Sidhe.] I don't really like it at all. But sometimes there's not a lot of other choice. You can't ask the dead questions about what happened to them.

[He's seen Toby do it, but Toby is something else entirely, an even stronger with blood magic than any Daoine Sidhe.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo nods slowly, though he still finds himself wondering about the why. Torture gone too far? Or poking his nose around murders? Either way, seems kind of shady. He squints.]

And that's something you need to do often?

[blindfoster]

More often than I'd like. Toby's a knight and a hero. And in the human world, she's a private detective. Those things come up.

[The first time he went anywhere with Toby a bunch of people had been murdered. Then the murdering continued. Hell, he got shot at the time and nearly died.]

[foundafamily]

Damn. You must keep really busy if you're involved in all that. Maybe this'll be like a break for you.

[Ha ha. It's a joke, one that Firo can't deny is pretty bad.]

[blindfoster]

[Quentin cracks a smile.] Hanging around Toby means "boredom" doesn't really happen.

[And now his expression turns wistful.]

I'd still rather be home...

[foundafamily]

[Firo's mild expression falters for just a second, slipping into something mirroring Quentin's longing before he manages to stick on a smile again.]

...Yeah. You're not alone. But, hey, maybe she'll "fire" us all if we keep screwing up, huh? You never know.

[blindfoster]

[Okay. That? That has Quentin laughing. He appreciates that, Firo. A lot.]

I mean... it's a plan at least?

[Be terrible, get fired, go home. Maybe not a great plan because Astoria is terrible and she's keeping her job so.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo smiles in return.]

I'll let you know how it goes. [A beat.] Or I guess I wouldn't be around to say anything, but you'll know either way.