(open) hell is deep lord, but we're heading deeper

[thelittlemerman]

[With new lords come new excuses to party.]

[Some time on the 19th, the fae stage a takeover of the club fabric in Smithfield. Invitations are sent out to all the fae in London, touting the glorious coming out of the Lords of Rivers and Illusions, Seelie and Unseelie respectively. It's one of those times where fae of both courts just want an excuse to throw a party, and the invitation is all the notice said new lords get that they are going to be guests of honour.]

[It's a typical fae affair; the magic is heavy in all three rooms, one of which is decorated like a ballroom in Other Realm fashion. The food and drink served at the bar remains untouched by fae charms, but the fae presence itself seems to be intoxicating. Some of the activities happening in dark corners seem to be a little beyond what's regularly allowed at any reputable nightclub, but don't pay attention to that just enjoy the party.]

[If you manage to cause any trouble, a team of large fae is here to escort you out. You may have seen them faithfully guarding the door, sniffing out those who may want to cause harm to the high concentration of fae inside. Vampires can be let through if they have a fae companion with them, and otherwise all types of humans and supernatural alike are allowed in.]

[The party goes on for precisely 72 hours, and on the 22nd the party winds down and mysteriously disappears. The club is left a little cleaner than when it started, the staff left completely befuddled about what just occurred.] (x)

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[whatmatters]

"Why not teach me instead of condescending?" She asks evenly, a genuine question. Ringer has spent enough time being mocked and patronized that she's able to handle it fairly well when she actively tries to, even if it annoys her. Especially the insinuations that she might represent the whole of her race. She's oblivious to what he's actually talking about.

"Right now, helping you is my best chance of survival." She admits easily. "And the best chance to minimize the collateral damage of dead humans."

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick sighs heavily, growing tired of this already. "Sounds like you're more interested in fighting against someone else rather than helping us," he say, "in which case there's no reason to tell you what our plans are, especially since I still don't trust you. You keep fighting your war and we will keep fighting ours. If our paths align we can help each other out."

[whatmatters]

Ringer understands. In spite of her goals and wants, against her better judgment, she silently agrees with his sentiments and can find no fault in his expressing as much. She nods, to acknowledge his speaking rather than in a form of concrete agreement, wondering if it's possible for humans to actually form an allegiance with any faction at all.

"Until then," she replies easily, dismissing herself without argument.