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undergrounds2015-08-13 07:50 pm
entitles) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-13 07:50 pm
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August Catch All
[Bexley]
Balem was absolutely one to wallow in his victories for a long, long time. He sat alone on a bench in a park, his cloak glamored to look like a regular business suit. He held a small bag of popcorn, and appeared to be trying really hard not to burst out laughing.
If one sat beside him, they could see various people wandering through the park, only to disappear for a brief moment and reappear somewhere else in the park. Some of them walked right into trees. They all looked around confused.
Balem may be fifty-thousand years old but he wasn’t above playing silly tricks on humans, it would seem.
[Other Realm - Observatory]
Balem rarely ever went long stretches of time without his collar – his magic was much more difficult to control without it and he couldn’t disguise himself as well – but it was the night of the Perseid meteor shower, and on nights like this he preferred to just relax and revel in the beauty of the cosmos.
So he lounged about in front of the observatory, clothed in flowing white fabric and appearing in what might be called his ‘true’ form. His skin ranged from light blue to bright white (where his freckles were), and his hair was dark navy. He emitted a soft, warm glow all over, strongest in his eyes and his chest. The atmosphere around him was noticeably warmer, and sparks of white-hot fire danced across him every now and then. It was a good thing his clothing was enchanted to be fireproof.
Having just recently been crowned Lord of Autumn and devoured a soul, his power was strong and his spirits were high. He had a glass of deep red wine with gold flakes swirling around in it like tiny galaxies, and welcomed any visitors.
[Anywhere in London] - Open to first responder only
Unfortunately, all of his magic was harder to control, including his basic fae abilities, so as he strolled around outside his observatory he managed to slip out of the Other Realm and into London proper.
He turned sharply, realizing that he had been spotted. Fae rules were…well, complicated, and if a human saw him in his true form he’d owe them a favor (within reason, of course). If they ran away and didn’t claim their favor, he’d have the misfortune of being summoned to their side the next time they vaguely wished for something, and he certainly didn’t want that.
“Who’s there? Stay where you are!” he said, hoping it was a stray animal or something equally harmless.
[Wildcard]
[Write your own prompt!]
Balem was absolutely one to wallow in his victories for a long, long time. He sat alone on a bench in a park, his cloak glamored to look like a regular business suit. He held a small bag of popcorn, and appeared to be trying really hard not to burst out laughing.
If one sat beside him, they could see various people wandering through the park, only to disappear for a brief moment and reappear somewhere else in the park. Some of them walked right into trees. They all looked around confused.
Balem may be fifty-thousand years old but he wasn’t above playing silly tricks on humans, it would seem.
[Other Realm - Observatory]
Balem rarely ever went long stretches of time without his collar – his magic was much more difficult to control without it and he couldn’t disguise himself as well – but it was the night of the Perseid meteor shower, and on nights like this he preferred to just relax and revel in the beauty of the cosmos.
So he lounged about in front of the observatory, clothed in flowing white fabric and appearing in what might be called his ‘true’ form. His skin ranged from light blue to bright white (where his freckles were), and his hair was dark navy. He emitted a soft, warm glow all over, strongest in his eyes and his chest. The atmosphere around him was noticeably warmer, and sparks of white-hot fire danced across him every now and then. It was a good thing his clothing was enchanted to be fireproof.
Having just recently been crowned Lord of Autumn and devoured a soul, his power was strong and his spirits were high. He had a glass of deep red wine with gold flakes swirling around in it like tiny galaxies, and welcomed any visitors.
[Anywhere in London] - Open to first responder only
Unfortunately, all of his magic was harder to control, including his basic fae abilities, so as he strolled around outside his observatory he managed to slip out of the Other Realm and into London proper.
He turned sharply, realizing that he had been spotted. Fae rules were…well, complicated, and if a human saw him in his true form he’d owe them a favor (within reason, of course). If they ran away and didn’t claim their favor, he’d have the misfortune of being summoned to their side the next time they vaguely wished for something, and he certainly didn’t want that.
“Who’s there? Stay where you are!” he said, hoping it was a stray animal or something equally harmless.
[Wildcard]
[Write your own prompt!]
Other Realm - Observatory
It was a new moon, too, which was all the better. Nothing to drown out the light of the meteor shower, no buildings or streetlamps to worry about. "Oh. Did I interrupt something?"
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Usually that was annoying and made him moodier than usual, but when something like this happened it put him in an almost giddy state, and he enjoyed that.
"Come, we should go inside before it starts."
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Meteor showers were fun, but this particular instance was one of his favorites. Bright enough to be seen even by amateurs, though obviously the best place to watch was away from the sounds of traffic and the crush of the crowd.
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The observatory was, on the inside, completely dark except for the clear dome where the stars shined through. Balem radiated his own light, but it seemed to blend in with the starlight rather than distract from it.
"Any minute now. Would you like to sit, or is standing fine?"
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He looked up at the clear dome, picking out individual constellations in the shining night sky. The light felt soothing on his face.
He resisted the urge to ask Balem if he could moonwalk.
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"Don't look away. I'll be very soon now, I'm told."
And a few seconds later light streaked across the dome, as clear as it would be through the eye of a telescope.
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Heiji watched as the meteor shower began, in the fond manner of someone who had done so many times before. It was when one particularly slow-moving meteor began to cross the horizon, however, that he made a silent wish.
Of course, the best way to make one's wishes come true was to bring it about yourself...
"So, d'you ever make any wishes?"
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He didn't have to grant them just because they happened to land with him, but sometimes it was fun. He got a few juicy secrets that way.
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Especially when he was a young fox. Back then, everything had seemed a bit more magical. (Which sounded crazy when you were talking about supernatural talking foxes, but there you go.)
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"So ya have made a couple!" And it sounded like they were potentially embarrassing wishes, which were the best kind of wishes. "Tell me one! It's not like it matters, right? It happened way back, after all!"
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"W-well, that's nice to hear. What was it like?"
Shut up. No.
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"Difficult. I don't know how mother managed to court father," he said, and he'd never asked because who really wants to hear about their parents making out, "But there was another star that caught my eye, and I tried, but alas I wasn't impressive enough. I was only a few thousand years old, then."
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"You could always try again if you're still interested! I mean, maybe she felt like she was robbin' the cradle at the time." Young love...
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He thought on it for a minute. He wasn't the romantic that he used to be, not since his mother's death.
"I might try again, perhaps, once I've grown stronger," he said, and by that he meant 'once he became king', although he was mostly keeping that plan under wraps for now to spare himself humiliation if he failed.
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"Well, what does she like? Maybe you could start off with that, too." What did stars like? Hy...drogen? Not getting sucked into black holes? Maybe a nice, steamy solar flare every once in a while? An immense gravity well?
Sadly, it looked like Balem was out of luck on that last count, but...
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Not getting sucked into black holes was pretty great too, though.
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"So what happened? She end up picking someone else? Or was she more interested in pursuits that didn't involve romance?" Maybe she was a career star, someone who didn't want to be held down by a star-boyfriend.
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He has had human lovers over the centuries (and might be responsible for a few metahumans, although not nearly as much as his brother), but never for very long term.
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"Well, at least you picked yourself up and kept going. So what were the others like? Do you have a type?"
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"Ever think about settling down?" Balem was rather old, after all, though he supposed the fae was still quite young for a star.