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Mab Lady of Air and Darkness ([personal profile] rules_winter) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-06-21 11:23 pm

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky [Open]

1. Bulding glass houses
Mab had finally staked out her home, something that had before been more of a manor she now was pouring will into, icing the facade. She'd been working intermittently for days now, spilling enough magic into the structure each time to build a new layer of ice without completely draining her resources. It simply wouldn't do to be caught out without some of her strength to use. By now the building reflected the sun back in glacial colors, and almost seemed to have it's own inner glow, a pulsing of variable colors that matched her eyes and would leave those without strong magic entranced if they gazed too long. The ice was thick enough that you could no longer see the stone that had originally created the structure and you could also no longer see the door. Icicles hung like deadly spears from the eaves and the windows glittered with facets.

She pulled her hands away from the side of the building and stepped back, breathing in deeply before looking up at her work. It was nearly done, a few more days and it would be a solid defense, beautiful, remote and deadly, standing at the top of a hill bare of trees though they gathered around about a half a kilometer from the base of the hill. She shook a hand as though weary before straightening completely and giving it all a proud look. Yes, this would do nicely. Snow started falling just in the general area, carpeting the top of the hill and scattering down into the grass and heather. The snow muffled all the other noises in the area making everything feel even more remote.

2. Air and Darkness

A pale figure seemed to shimmer into space between two trees in a wooded area of the Southeastern Greenbelt. As if she'd taken off a black cloak and let it fall to her feet she stepped out of the darkness and onto the grass overlooking Crystal Palace Park. Following her as though congealing at her feet is a creeping fog, a result of her own natural coolness hitting the warm summer air. In the darkness she puts a hand out to touch the worn stone pillar on a set of stairs leading down from the Italian terrace she is standing atop and ice forms along it, spreading along the surface and making soft cracking noises as the cool expands inside the stonework. Lambent eyes take in the area, assessing who is nearby. Even as she begins to walk down the steps, the fog starts spilling down them in her wake like a living thing, silent and sinuous.

Her gown trails down behind her and it is difficult to see where fabric stops and fog starts, it all blends together.

3. Newfangled technology

Mab stood unnaturally still, looking up at the sign above the store. The sign did not sound like it should sell cellular telephones but the window displayed them. The sign should be changed. She had the strong urge to fix it for them because it annoyed her. Finally she took a noticeable breath and her head moved, dropping to look at the door which hand a metal handle. Humans loved metal far too much. It was why she found gloves necessary but she still did not like to touch the bane. Even through her gloves it burned a little. Instead she waited a moment more for someone to open the door and she followed them in, letting the door close behind her without ever touching it.

She stopped again inside the store and looked askance at the rows of different phones many of which also seemed to have metal housing. The air in the store was cool enough it didn't noticeably cool when she entered but the window on the glass door behind her fogged a little until she began to walk farther in, eyes scanning across displays that seemed to be written in English but for the life of her none of them made any sense at all. Abbreviations, numbers, features. She stared down at one of the little cards and then looked up at the displayed phone. The screen glowed with pictures splattered across the screen. Tiny tiny pictures.

4. Anything else!
Hit me up, I know there are a few people I mentioned wanting to meet, if these don't fit for you let's work something out, baby.
entitles: (hey were you aware of my abs)


[personal profile] entitles 2015-06-22 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Although Balem was barefoot and bare-chested - as he often was in the Other Realm - he didn't seem to be cold in the slightest. Small wisps of steam trailed off of him where snowflakes touched his skin, although he wasn't warm enough for his presence to melt ice, thankfully. It would have been rather rude to melt her house when she had put so much effort into building it.

"Lady Mab," he said with a slight nod, "I see you've been hard at work already. It looks quite lovely, I must say."
entitles: (so how's the search)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-06-22 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"What can I say, I like to be first," he said, although the fact that he was the first visitor was complete coincidence, he simply saw a nearly-completed icy mansion during one of his astral projections and decided to pay a visit.

"I still have an eye for beauty, after all these years," he said, although of course his definition of beauty consisted mostly of himself, but he did have room to praise others once in a while, "And of course, I'd love to see inside."
entitles: (look at all that space i own)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-06-23 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He would take that as a compliment on his own beauty, as he had to many pictures and statues of himself. Perhaps she meant the stars or the palace itself, but he chose to take it to mean himself anyways.

"It reminds me of the aurora," he said, running his fingers down one of the walls as the colors danced over them. He was rather fond of all phenomena in the night sky, not just the stars, so this appealed to him greatly.

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/slides in hello yes i'm excited

[personal profile] warmheartedly 2015-06-23 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
It was at that moment absentmindedly Clara phased through a wall, right through the table where the girls having their friendly debate were at without her knowing.

Until, at least, the girls raised a loud commotion at the sudden chill sweeping over them and their assortment of coffees and teas becoming cool and, thus, useless to them. The ghost pulls away and looks embarrassed, wincing at how the girls quieted down but continued to look confused and disappointed at what just happened to them.

"Sorry!" It's not like they, or anyone else, could hear her. Not that it won't stop her from feeling bad as a waiter now has to scramble to the table and see what they could do to help out. "I didn't see you all there. Honest! Oh my."
warmheartedly: (a cup of sugar;)

[personal profile] warmheartedly 2015-06-24 07:00 am (UTC)(link)

... In hindsight she needs to stop being so surprised that there are people who can see her in her haunting spot. It's going to happen given how long she's been around and how more and more of the others are coming out to the city. Maybe she's surprised by how often it's happening compared to before. Nevertheless she looks at the person, a woman, talking to her and gives a sheepish smile.

"I know but it feels rather rude to not give one at least," she explains, her tone warm and her reasoning sensible in her opinion. Just because they can't hear her doesn't mean she shouldn't at least try to. Who knows? Maybe one of them can hear her but only a whisper, a mutter.

"You're not worried about people overhearing us?"

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[personal profile] damnyank 2015-06-24 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Here's your ticket into the O2, Vodaphone, or whatever store of cellphone hell Mab's found herself. In fact, he opens the door for her like a proper gentleman, even doffing his hat lazily.


Following in after her, Jackson makes a beeline for the nearest salesperson and hands him a banged-up cellphone with a shattered screen. In and out, quick as possible, that's the game. Replace the piece of junk with the exact same, albeit new, piece of junk. The not-so-perky salesperson tells him that he'll be right back, he just needs to go into the storeroom and locate the phone.

"Don't dawdle," he shouts after him, "I'm on a lunch break here!"

Meanwhile, he takes to idly scanning the glass cabinets and display shelves. Whatever megapixel cameras. Facetime. Group chat. Apps. Who the hell cares. But as he observes, Jackson spots the lady from before, noticing the detached, if not confused look on her countenance. The look of discerning a foreign language. A look that Homer Jackson knows well. Add in the strange, fancy-ish accoutrements, and well, Jackson thinks he's got an idea--

"Miss. You need a hand?"
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[personal profile] damnyank 2015-06-24 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
The lady's looking at him with such intensity that any normal person would find it creepy and unnerving, but Jackson knows better. Mab's not looking at him, rather through him, looking past his skin to see whatever secrets are tucked inside. His posture stiffens on instinct, as though he's suddenly being cornered.

In a way, he is-- she seems old, powerful, and fae, and Jackson's learned to treat them like land mines. Helpful relations, should you find yourself a friend; more of a nightmare than any witch or vampire should you get on their bad side. That isn't too difficult, considering who he is, and how fickle and touchy they can be.

So he grins, and pretends to be obliging, walking over to her with his hands tucked into his pockets. He directs his eyes toward the display case in front of her, not really looking.

"All of these would serve you well. Though I'd suggest something less... complex." He pauses, looking back at her with a knowing look. "What's a lady like you lookin' for a device like this?"
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[personal profile] damnyank 2015-06-25 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Being unrepentantly blunt is all a part of Jackson's sparkling personality. Though if Mab were to ask any of the staff here, they'd likely find her question embarrassingly dumb, so really, she should be grateful that he understands. But when are Fae ever grateful when it comes to mortals and their mundane ways?

He steps toward her, shoulders squared, a movement meant to assert his confidence. "Messages and contact? You can't call it a cellphone, if it don't perform either of those." He picks up one of Iphones, sliding the menu across the screen. "Now these? They can play music, tell the weather, surf the net-- even download an app that'll paste your pretty mug on a dog."

Tossing the phone at her, Jackson expects Mab to catch it. If she doesn't, well, hell, he ain't paying for it.

"Unfortunately, none of 'em will get you reception over there."

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[personal profile] looksatkings 2015-06-26 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
A pair of emerald cat eyes reflect the light for a brief moment, before the scent of pennyroyal and musk fills the air. Another moment passes, and Tybalt, now in two-legged form, complete with a human glamour overlaying his natural features steps out of the shadows. He gives a slight bow of greeting.

"Quite the dramatic arrival, my lady." There's a strong hint of amusement in his tone.
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[personal profile] looksatkings 2015-07-01 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Tybalt saw her hesitation for what it was and smiled. The hand he offered her was steady, but there was a hint of gentle mockery in his expression. "Indeed my lady. I am the last person to castigate someone else's flare for the dramatic."

He looked around himself, though he was pretty sure there were no threats in the immediate vicinity. "So what brings you out on this lovely night?"
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[personal profile] looksatkings 2015-07-01 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah yes, the vampires." There's a hint of coolness in his tone that wasn't there before. He didn't look at her, but he did offer Mab his arm - it was a nice night for a walk after all. "I've met but one so far, but he did not impress me."

He knew of the current plans to push back against the witches, and couldn't fault that as at least an immediate strategy. Anyone who was closing off the doors between the fae and human realms needed to be shown their proper place. But still... the vampires held Southwark, and thus he had little love for them. "I suppose they're not an immediate threat," he said with a casual shrug. "But I have no doubt they will be dealt with in time."

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3, I'm so late

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-07-05 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Owning a cockatiel is by and large an uneventful experience.

Owning a loud old cockatiel who enjoys chewing up phone cords on a regular basis is less so, and thus Sasuke is very frequently forced into this particular shop which seems to have a problem with its coolant system today but then again he's very good at finding something to complain about. Not to mention he always runs pretty hot himself, so his body temperature can handle a greater downward flux.

"... that phone is bad." Yes, trust him to only speak up to give negative commentary on something. "You don't want that one."
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TY <3

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-07-07 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Silence again reigns as he considers her request, suspicious of her demeanor in return in a way he can't quite define and it tempts him to use one of his own powers... but thankfully he resists. They're in public, after all.

"Don't buy this one or this one. This brand is also unreliable. This one is overpriced unless you want an exceptionally good camera, and even still it isn't the best value then.

This one is known for poor durability." Let him just talk about what he hates.
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[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-07-17 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Redirecting his efforts to something useful and not based on his general piss-poor attitude or hatred of 90% of the things under the sun is an endeavor all on its own.

"Plastic housing." ... right. "Most people would call it its casing if you want to seem more normal." It's subtle enough to hint at his suspicion that she isn't normal without giving him away if she is. "Almost all of them are entirely plastic on the outside, and for those that might not be you can still buy a plastic covering. This one here... It's cheap and durable." Please don't be an old Nokia.

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