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undergrounds2015-07-15 11:04 pm
divinerighttorule) wrote in undergrounds2015-07-15 11:04 pm
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A Darker Dream (OPEN)
1) No remorse and no shame
Out on the town, Azula looks perfectly sweet. Thigh high, slim cut boots with 'tattered' jean shorts, a black tank top underneath, and a loose white shirt over it. At her side was a black fabric handbag to hold her phone and wallet and everything. She has her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
She looks like a typical tourist, cellphone in hand and taking pictures, especially of famous landmarks. She's here, after all, to take in the culture. So, at first, that means sightseeing.
It's a full day for her, riding buses and taking tours. She takes a couple of light meals in a few places a phone app recommends and stops for coffee more than once, trying to get a sense of the 'local flavor.'
2) Fire, fury and flame
At night, Azula is a different creature all together. She's dressed for clubbing, and for all the innocence she displayed during the day... she shows just that much against it at night. Now, it's all about finding the local hot spots.
She looks young, and nearly every place checks her ID, but she is technically of legal drinking age. She even has the right years officially on everything to make it clear. Which, well. It contradicts what she usually tells people, but if something's forbidden, then young people will lie to get it. Being under drinking age but having an ID that says she isn't? Not a problem.
Between a few of the bars, she takes her own personal shortcuts. Others, though, she walks to, letting herself see the views of London that only come at night.
3) Cause the devil's to blame
The Other Realm is familiar. Still different. Which is, perhaps, the most interesting thing she's learned all day. She knows the feel of it, but the look is different. Still, it's as close to home as she'll be getting for a long while.
So she might as well say hello to those she's going to be imposing on for a time.
In the Other Realm, she makes no pretense of modern clothing. Instead, she wears something far more ornate, a red and gold hanfu with a train that trails behind her as she walks, prim and poised, through the hall of the Seelie king and queen. Her hair, likewise, is loose, hanging down her back. They aren't holding court yet, no, so she can walk among the finery of the Seelie court, understand where she is.
And, she hopes, find a few of her brethern to better understand the players of the games going on in the mortal world.
4) And the angels proclaim
"Poor little things," Azula coos while standing in front of an exhibit in the London Zoo. The birds really are beautiful creatures, but there's no fun to be had in hunting them while they have nowhere to run. Even the aviary has that drawback. The birds wild in London are too small to provide any real sense of sport. They're quick little creatures, but they have no real majesty to any of them.
She could track down a heron. That's certainly on her to-do list. And, well, no one would miss a swan or two. Still, she likes to see the exotic ones. Likes to imagine being able to follow them, flicking between both worlds to really catch them. The mere thought is exhilarating. And makes her want prey. Something to stalk and trap, to watch writhe in her grasp.
Well... There are plenty of mortals around. They might make interesting sport.
5) It's a dangerous game
Her research about the strange happenings with not being able to open and close doors everywhere she wants to go points Azula to one place: Redbright Institute.
The clothes she wears are, in her opinion, 'hyper modern.' They are what she expects everyone thinks a modern teenager looks like. And a fair amount do. With tight pants, laced up boots, a loose t-shirt, and a weathered-looking jacket, she looks like she could have stepped out of a teen fashion magazine.
She enters the campus somewhat carefully, but the wards only contain her magic related to the Other Realm. They don't prohibit her presence entirely. It's interesting, this school. Dangerous, especially given the assorted witches who seem focused on driving out the fae, but interesting. That's why she's looking like a student. Or a prospective student. Just to walk around the campus. Get a feel for the place and the people in it.
6) Wildcard!
Choose your own adventure!
Out on the town, Azula looks perfectly sweet. Thigh high, slim cut boots with 'tattered' jean shorts, a black tank top underneath, and a loose white shirt over it. At her side was a black fabric handbag to hold her phone and wallet and everything. She has her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
She looks like a typical tourist, cellphone in hand and taking pictures, especially of famous landmarks. She's here, after all, to take in the culture. So, at first, that means sightseeing.
It's a full day for her, riding buses and taking tours. She takes a couple of light meals in a few places a phone app recommends and stops for coffee more than once, trying to get a sense of the 'local flavor.'
2) Fire, fury and flame
At night, Azula is a different creature all together. She's dressed for clubbing, and for all the innocence she displayed during the day... she shows just that much against it at night. Now, it's all about finding the local hot spots.
She looks young, and nearly every place checks her ID, but she is technically of legal drinking age. She even has the right years officially on everything to make it clear. Which, well. It contradicts what she usually tells people, but if something's forbidden, then young people will lie to get it. Being under drinking age but having an ID that says she isn't? Not a problem.
Between a few of the bars, she takes her own personal shortcuts. Others, though, she walks to, letting herself see the views of London that only come at night.
3) Cause the devil's to blame
The Other Realm is familiar. Still different. Which is, perhaps, the most interesting thing she's learned all day. She knows the feel of it, but the look is different. Still, it's as close to home as she'll be getting for a long while.
So she might as well say hello to those she's going to be imposing on for a time.
In the Other Realm, she makes no pretense of modern clothing. Instead, she wears something far more ornate, a red and gold hanfu with a train that trails behind her as she walks, prim and poised, through the hall of the Seelie king and queen. Her hair, likewise, is loose, hanging down her back. They aren't holding court yet, no, so she can walk among the finery of the Seelie court, understand where she is.
And, she hopes, find a few of her brethern to better understand the players of the games going on in the mortal world.
4) And the angels proclaim
"Poor little things," Azula coos while standing in front of an exhibit in the London Zoo. The birds really are beautiful creatures, but there's no fun to be had in hunting them while they have nowhere to run. Even the aviary has that drawback. The birds wild in London are too small to provide any real sense of sport. They're quick little creatures, but they have no real majesty to any of them.
She could track down a heron. That's certainly on her to-do list. And, well, no one would miss a swan or two. Still, she likes to see the exotic ones. Likes to imagine being able to follow them, flicking between both worlds to really catch them. The mere thought is exhilarating. And makes her want prey. Something to stalk and trap, to watch writhe in her grasp.
Well... There are plenty of mortals around. They might make interesting sport.
5) It's a dangerous game
Her research about the strange happenings with not being able to open and close doors everywhere she wants to go points Azula to one place: Redbright Institute.
The clothes she wears are, in her opinion, 'hyper modern.' They are what she expects everyone thinks a modern teenager looks like. And a fair amount do. With tight pants, laced up boots, a loose t-shirt, and a weathered-looking jacket, she looks like she could have stepped out of a teen fashion magazine.
She enters the campus somewhat carefully, but the wards only contain her magic related to the Other Realm. They don't prohibit her presence entirely. It's interesting, this school. Dangerous, especially given the assorted witches who seem focused on driving out the fae, but interesting. That's why she's looking like a student. Or a prospective student. Just to walk around the campus. Get a feel for the place and the people in it.
6) Wildcard!
Choose your own adventure!
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He is certainly someone who might prove useful. Or, at the very least, not boring. He has plenty of potential, and, well.
"You know, if you ever want... I might be able to help you a little with your powers."
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"I'll let you know if I ever run into a wall," but he's pretty sure he's not at his limit yet. Four minutes might be his max time now, and he might only be able to make himself aware. But maybe he can learn those on his own too.
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"Can you read kanji?"
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"I can't."
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Azula offers no further explanation as she digs into her bag and gets out a small notepad and a pen. She hadn't, honestly, expected to use it at all, but it seems there's cause after all. She takes a moment to jot down a few characters.
Then, she tears out the page and offers it to him.
"If you ever need to reach me, write a note, fold it, write this character on the outside, and burn it over ruxiang incense. Frankincense, I believe you call it."
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He'll have to learn to write it, it seems way more complicated than the alphabet he's learned.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Akane."
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He deserves to know. After all, she wants to be able to use him in the future. Best to offer him assistance now, free of charge.
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"Got it. Still interested in the tour, or...?" He leaves the question hanging.
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After all, she can't leave here easily. It has to be done physically. No Door will open here. While they claim that no hostilities will occur... Well. She doesn't quite believe that.
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"If you actually did want to enroll, they'd be able to tell. But they'd also keep it under wraps if you tell them." But that's up to 'Akane' for now he starts walking down the lecture hall.
... It's so normal, except for the little bit of magic here and there.
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Perhaps an outcast fae might be. For all she knows, she might well turn down a hallway and find her brother sulking in some corner. Fae who have no business calling themselves fae might be welcome. But someone like her? No.
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It's up to her if she'd want to do that. He walks her past the library without really mentioning it. Those are spells for witches, and he's never gotten any of those to work so they're more boring than anything else.
There are gardens and greenhouses, both full of green and flowers. Again, Ekko can't use that sort of magic so it's all just plants to him. And then he leads them to the cafeteria. "Hungry?"
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At the mention of food... Well. It would be impolite to refuse. There might even be something new to try. At the worst, she can sample a few things then refuse to eat the rest.
"I suppose so. Enough, at least, to have something."
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"Alright, lunch is served until two," and since it's only around one he'll head to the door open it for her. He may have been a street rat, but at least he has some manners.
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"What are they serving?
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"It should be mash and chicken."
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Hardly gourmet, but it was a school. She couldn't expect anything too fancy.
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If she's expecting gourmet from a school, she's only setting herself up for disappointment. Still, the food is on the better end of the scale, and Ekko gets a decent helping for himself.
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The food at this school was a firm 'no.' She could say that much with certainty, at least.