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[Action Thread] You Promised The World Would Tame Me

Posted by anastasia_de_w on 2007.04.06 at 15:24

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Fata Morgana
fata_morga at 2007-04-10 21:31 (UTC) (Link)
"Are we there yet?" Fata grinned. She asked the question three times already over the course of the trip. The first two times, it was truly out of inquistiveness, but now she was doing to get a rise of the man and to calm her nerves. It made the ride less foreboding. "Almost, and if you ask me again, I'll just leave you here. With blindfold and bindings still on." She huffed. "Sorry. Just trying to make this... you know, less terrifying." She heard him scoff. "Terrifying? I'm not going to do anything to you." Fata nodded and replied, "I know that. It's just the meeting itself." She sighed and place her head in her hands, which proved a little difficult with the binding. "I hate this kind of stuff. War, violence, that kind of thing. Scares the bejezzus out of me."

She could almost hear the man's eyebrow raise. It was in his tone. "Then why are you here?" Fata sat back up, her mouth set in a straight line. "Because this war stinks and no body's doing anything. Thought I might as well try something." Suddenly, the carriage stopped. "We're here." "Spiffy." The man helped her out, and the sound of a knife being pulled rang out. Fata jumped back. "What the-" "I just forogt to undo your ropes, come here." Fata rolled her eyes, even though the man couldn't see, as she held out her hands.

After Fata was admitted into... where ever they were, they stopped. "Oh God..." the man muttered. "Hm?" Fata asked. "We have a bit of a walk ahead. Just... don't waste your breath on talking." After an indigant huff, Fata followed the man down the winding staircase.
Amaya_C
amaya_c at 2007-04-11 22:17 (UTC) (Link)
Amaya was about ready to murder this strange man who was leading her to the earth's end. "Watch your step." The mystery man said yet again.

Amaya groaned. "Please, give me a minute." She reached up with her newly unbound hands and wiped away the sweat that beaded her hairline. She flapped her skirts in an effort to improve the air circulation, but it didn't make much a difference. "Are we almost there?" Amaya said, nearly in a whine. She recoiled at the annoying tone, and looked down. "Sorry," She muttered. "I know your just doing your job."

The man's chuckle gave her goosebumps. "Don't worry, we're almost there."

"That's what you said before!" Amaya cried indignantly. In a huff, she tried to navigate the stairs herself. Reluctantly, she allowed him to help her up after she tripped, and they continued their way up the steps. "Where are Fata and Ana?" Amaya asked curiously.

"Probably already at the meeting room. Of course, speak of the devil. We're here, Amaya."

"Thank God," the Fae grumbled. Though her natural instinct was to flinch away from the man's hands, she allowed him to undo the blindfold. She tried to open her eyes, but the bright light blinded her. She turned away blinking against the tears, and felt a soft hankercheif get shoved into her hands.

Amaya held it up to her eyes, drying the tears. "Thanks. I appreciate it," the woman said quietly. "If all the members of the Peacemakers are like you, I don't think we'll have anything to worry about. As her eyes adjusted, Amaya turned back to the great hall, barely noticing it's wide archways, gold details, and general splendor. Her focus was elsewhere.

"Ana! Fata!"
Lady Anastasia de Wulfe
anastasia_de_w at 2007-04-15 18:53 (UTC) (Link)
Anastasia's mind began to wander as soon as they stopped. "We're here," the man said. "Finally," Ana muttered. The blindfold was removed and Ana's eyes had to adjust to the dim lighting. The room he had led her to was dark and damp, water trickling down cracks in the stone walls. It was also cold. Anastasia blessed Andrea for recommending the long sleeved dress for the meeting. Still, her neck was exposed to the chill in the air, making her shiver slightly. "I'm sorry we have no ermine furs to give to milady," the man said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Anastasia shook her head. "It's alright." She then realized she could turn around and look at the man. Anastasia did just this, but the man had stepped into a dark corner that hid the upper half of his body.

"Why won't you let me see your face?" she asked, curious. He grunted in reply, but didn't answer her question. Anastasia pursed her lips and looked for a place to sit down. She didn't see one so remained standing, her hands neatly folded in front of her.

The man in the corner eyed her as she looked around. She had changed so much in the past three years. She was no longer the shy girl he knew, but had blossomed into a beautiful woman. But she had changed much more than that. Her hair was powdered white with a few decorations pinned to it. Also, rouge stained her cheeks and the air that was around her held something that he wasn't familiar with. "We're waiting for your friends to arrive," he said finally.
Fata Morgana
fata_morga at 2007-04-16 22:46 (UTC) (Link)
Fata took a huge breath. "So..." Huff. "Many..." Puff. "Steps." Exhale. Her escort didn't reply. "Can I have a break?" The man let out an indigant huff. "You just had one! And we're nearly there. So please, stop complaining." Fata pouted and said, "I don't like you." He replied, "Well, I don't like you either." Fata went ahead of the man, trying to find her way by herself, blindfolded. "Watch out for-" Suddenly, Fata fell on her ass on flat ground. The man sighed. "The landing."

Fata could hear his rushed steps as he went to help her up. "Are you okay?" Finally, the man undid her blindfold. She said without looking up at him, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank-" she suddenly stopped. Her escort.. wasn't that bad looking. No, Fata! Focus. Meeting. War. That stuff. Not hot captors. She finished weakly, "You." The man shook his head. "I wasn't supposed to let you see me. Shit." Fata shook her head. "I won't tell if you won't," she said with resignation. This day was getting weirder and weirder.

Fata was let into a dark, dank, and very cold room. She had to blink a few times to get used to the light, or lack of. "How home-y," she muttered. She glanced around until she saw one of the two people she had been dying to see all day. "Ana! Oh, thank goodness. I had no idea what the hell has been going on." She rushed to hug her friend. While doing that, the door opened again, this time bringing in the other person she wanted to see. "Amaya!" She ran over to hug her too. After releasing Amaya, she took a shaky breath. "Okay, so the gang's all here. Now what?"
Lady Anastasia de Wulfe
anastasia_de_w at 2007-04-19 21:38 (UTC) (Link)
Ana pulled on her petticoat after Fata's hug crinkled it. "Hello Fata, Amaya," she said gently, nodding. It then grew quiet after the question was uttered from the Fae's lips. Anastasia's escort straightened from leaning against the wall and stepped forward slightly. She cursed mentally when he avoided the light. "A messenger should be sent from within the forum to notify us that the Council is ready to meet with you," he said. "I'm sorry we have nothing to eat or drink while you wait."
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