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« on: August 09, 2014, 12:52:40 AM »
((The following has been written with an eye to finishing up the re-lifing story of Gem, begun four years back.  To know where things stand, one might want to read the beginning of the tale, which can be found in the Catacombs, currently, in the folder "Den of Iniquity" and in the story starts, "Home again, home again, Jiggety Jog", parts 1 and 2.  Thanks to the muns of the chars who have joined in, those being Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, and Erevan Illesere in olive.  It is time to finish?the rest of the story (with respect to the great Paul Harvey). ))

"To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog;
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done."
by Mother Goose


After that most enlightening and marvelous experience, Gem had been reluctant to part from Jack.  She walked with him now, on the way to the Red Dragon Inn, having stopped off at the market to get her some food for she had been sharp-set after that bout of loving.  Bathed, fed, and feeling incredibly mellow and calm, she was laughing softly at something Jack had said. There was then a change. It was something subtle, something slight. She didn't notice it, not right away. But the air that swept past them no longer was scented of the sea, nor did it have earthly origins. It was chill, cold, and not just in temperature.

Jack sensed it right away. The change to Jack immediate as the snarl that ripped out from between his teeth. He yanked at Gem to move her behind him. The ribbons of his coat shuddered and grew darker. Their breath steamed.

Along the wall behind them, for they had entered an alley, where they almost touched with backs to the wall fine fingers of frost crawled, climbed, descended, did both, forming a line unnoticed between Gem and Jack, until it suddenly was rising up in a sheet of ice, thick and solid, some several inches thick, trying to surround them both, to separate them. Gem was caught by her feet before she could do anything much at all, the ice clamping around her sandaled feet, for she was still in a dress, gleaned from her wardrobe at the hidey hole.  Struggling to break the grip of ice, she reached for twin daggers which swept into her hands from the sleeves of her dress.  Eyes wide and wild looked around, trying to find the threat. "Jack..! What is it?"  

And then came the one, The One who sought to rule all things, all that he could pull into his considerable reach.  Madoc Morfryn, the king of the Unseelie Court, twin brother of Oberon,  came walking out of a cloud of white mist that was tinged with red, and his hands were held up, ready to launch spells at Jack, should the need arise.  He laughed. "Calm thyself, Knight.  I but need to speak to the little - elf." His lip curled. Elf was not what he had been going to say.

That little taste of Faerie was enough to ground Jack and let him shed the cursed glamour he was forced to wear everywhere else. Feathers sprouted in his hair and along his brows. Talons grew from his fingertips and his elongated toes. The ribbons of his coat split and feathered and crawled up his arms, turning his skin dark. They blackened and threaded around him to finally form a pair of black glossy wings. The stars in his eyes merged into twin suns that blazed. Where he stood, the ice melted. "Then do it politely."

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« Reply #1 on: August 09, 2014, 12:54:01 AM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


The ice had risen to the height of Gem's shoulders, though it did not touch her accept at her feet.  It was seriously chilling her, however!  The elf's gaze was fixed at first on Jack as he changed, her eyes widening at the splendor of him, at his sinister majesty.  He stole her breath with his magnificence.  Her attention was dragged away, though, by the speaking of the man who arrived.

That man was tall, as tall as Jack, if not a tiny bit more.  Maybe it was just his hair. He had a lot of it, dark, black as coal, without the glints in it that Jack's had. It seemed to absorb light. His eyes were pale. He was attired in a suit; Armani, in fact. Madoc did so like to be dressed in the finest of the times he happened to be in. The words from Jack made him smile again, and he shook one long finger at the Crow. "Careful, there old man. You don't want to forget yourself, do you?"  He laughed ever so softly.  Then his eyes slid over to Gem. She gazed into those yellow-green eyes with defiance. Anyone who talked to her Jack like that had to go! "Now then. Let's you and me, elf, have a little chat, hmm?"

The elf didn't like the odds...and so she rubbed her thumb across the bottom of a ring on her hand, where she had once hidden a certain coin. She called to him, to that one that the coin centered on.


Jack forgot very little when it was necessary. He scraped his talons over the block of ice and it began to melt away from Gem. "Go away."

"I cannot even begin to think what we might have a need to talk about." Said the brave little nearly ice-encased elf. She was glad for Jack's melting of the stuff, though he had only started on the one side. She shivered hard, for she hated the cold. Her arms wrapped around her small body.

The cobbles and mixed bonding agents that made up the floor of this alley began to steam in front of the little Elf, until they boiled and the rocks cracked into pieces or liquified entirely. First two feet of horns, then seven of Daemon rose from the ground. Where before only blackish-grey scales covered him, now arms and torso, and some of legs, were peppered with amethyst scales. His eye took in the lord of Faerie, and a horrible low growl in his throat was cut off only by a question the little Elf would feel weigh on her, both a protective boon and a terrible responsibility. "What do you require of me?" In the cold, the heat of him steamed the air.

Jack growled at the first stirrings of the Nightmare's arrival. He, now behind Gem, with both hands on the block of ice, worked to melt the Winter off her. He hated the cold. Twin stars blazed with fury at the Unseelie king.

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« Reply #2 on: August 09, 2014, 01:03:47 AM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


Gem, alas, had no idea yet who he was that threatened the peace of the alley and made slighting remarks to Jack.  But he clearly was someone a mere elf was not able to tangle with very well.  And that made Jack vulnerable. Without any hesitation at all, she nodded to Skid once he had made his arrival and his question known.  "Keep Jack safe."
 
The Unseelie took a step back, just out of sheer caution to see what it was that boiled up from the very depths of the city itself.  Black brows rose up and nostrils flared as he breathed in the scent and origins of the Nightmare.  One hand waved dismissively. "You do not belong here. This is not your business."  As Jack melted ice, yet more came forming up, and so it was a race.  

The elf wavered in her stance, for she could no longer feel her legs.

Madoc Morfryn curled his lip at the elf once more. "You know I have to have it. I cannot believe that little weasel gave it to you.  Give it to me. Give it to me now.  Do so at once, else I shall squash you like the bug you and your kind are."

Probably motivated by the threats from Madoc, the thief remembered something. "...Oh yes, Skid...and keep me safe from him, too. "

That command brought a fresh snarl from Jack, with teeth. He was his own Faerie after all and not without power. "Enough. Madoc, release her or by Manon's grace, I will end you. Here and now."

Madoc has an overweening arrogance. He just smiled at the Crow.

He continued to stand there, still, until she gave her second command. "Only protect?" His tail wound around the ice, and the scales began to bristle. "Jack, mind your feathers." The last four feet or so of the tail, wound about the block and ignited as the chemicals reacted.

Gem turned her head to gaze at Jack. Madoc? She did not know that name. Poor Elf was sadly lacking on education regarding Faerie.  She was not astonished, though, to see him threatening the man, for she had learned that yes, Jack had his own power and means.  That did not mean she would not seek extra protection for him, though.  "I don't know what you are talking about. Madoc." She tried out the name Jack had spoken. "Truly. What do I have that you want?"  Oh, she was cold.  Jack's melting was helping, else she already would have frozen, she was sure.  Then Skid put his tail around the ice and she pulled in a breath, not knowing what was about to happen. It ignited?  She gasped and covered her face with her hands.

The flames didn't rise more than a few inches from the scales, but the heat was intense. Hopefully, Gem wore her extra-thick boots today.

He stepped back. Skid's chemistry was known to him and it allowed him to move in close to the Faerie Lord. "She is mine."

Meanwhile, Madoc thinned his lips at the threat from Jack. "You would dare to challenge me?  Your king?" Yes, he was arrogant. "You will find ever bitter the seeds from this deed, Crow." Then the king's look passed from Jack, claiming Gem, to the thief herself. He looked mystified. "Why?  Why, when you could have women of faerie who are far more than this little piece of dirt will ever be?" Then something struck him, and he leaned in towards Gem a little bit, sniffing, snuffling. A puzzled look wove upon his face.  He ignored Skid and the chemically melting ice-for now.  "So...you are not quite dirt, I see.  And..." Then his brows shot up and he laughed. He looked at Jack and laughed again. "Oh, this is rich. Too funny." He was not concerned that no one else knew what he laughed about. Those green-gold eyes swept to Gem. "I will give you three days. If you do not deliver it to me by then, I will kill the one you most cherish."  Then his eyes moved back to Jack. "Even if it is this one."

Still, the Daemon waited. Quiet, patient.

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« Reply #3 on: August 09, 2014, 01:15:47 AM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


Gem looked suddenly stricken at the idea of her loved ones being singled out and one of them slain.  Her feet, oh feet in the pretty sandals? They were burning.  She gave a cry and tried to move them out of the puddle forming.

Soup's done. The scales flattened and cut off the flow of chemicals.  So, y'know. No more fire.

What did that mean? Did he threaten Manon? The twin star gaze narrowed and the hand that was about cuff the Unseelie lord froze.

"Gem." He could wait for her to speak.

"Get her out of here, Skid."

She was dancing amidst the little flames when they went out, the pain surprising for such a little bit of burning.  She had tender feet, though.  Distressed eyes rose up to Jack and then the Nightmare. "I ...I don't know what he wants!  "

The Unseelie King no longer was interested in dealing. He raised a hand and a bolt of lightning shot out of it for Skid. Wherever he happened to be. He was satisfied with Jack's hesitation.

His tail hung, arched back around the little Elf when the lightning struck him. He hadn't been told to protect himself, after all. He went rigid, and fell to one knee. "Gem.." He sounded... Upset.

Even as the Fae in Armani cast Jack attacked, not with claws or fists, but with a thought and Word. Madoc presented with one simple vision. A Dream of Oblivion.

She didn't know he needed to be told that!! This was her first coining, after all!  She gave a cry as Skid fell to one knee and then she rushed towards him, putting herself between Skid and Madoc. "Skid!  Oh, ...oh...protect yourself, too!! No, stay down! I will cover you!" She whipped around, to see Jack doing something...she knew not what.


His wings flexed and his eyes blazed. It was too soon to challenge the Fae. Too soon. What could he do?

Madoc truly was not terribly impressed by Jack, and he figured tales he had been told had been exaggerated, really.  Sure, he knew he had been involved in that little matter of the White Dragon and Mab, but he hadn't been a big player in it, after all, not like that bitch of a kindred.  Artsblood, yes, that was her name.   So he wasn't giving Jack the proper amount of attention.  That, however, was a one-time good deal.  It would not happen again.  The king blinked - his eyes literally fluttered. His head shook in confusion, and then he uttered a name. "Titania!" The Faerie King?s head turned, and he simply walked away - into that white and red tinged mist. Gone. With him went the chill, and the ice.

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« Reply #4 on: August 09, 2014, 01:21:57 AM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


He rose, the stun of the hit gone, and placed a hand on Gem's shoulder as the Faerie wandered into nothingness. His words were for Jack, when the man had seemingly vanished. "Who was that.. Madoc?" The name tasted coppery and foul.

Talons raked the air where the Faerie King stood. Too soon! Too soon! How was he going to fix this. He spun on the Nightmare and his Solace, a snarl and a sneer curled on his lip. "What did you take from him?" That to Gem.

Once Madoc was gone, and she was satisfied that Jack and Skid were okay, she promptly fell on her ass and scrabbled fingers around, looking for a chunk of ice.  Finding one, she smoothed it over her blistered feet, the pain easing only where the ice touched. It was horrible. Burn pain was HORRIBLE.  A little keen left her as she rocked on the ground. She looked up, shaking her head, her eyes frantic. "I didn't! I haven't!  Never have I known of that one! "  Truth was in her eyes. She had no idea why he was snarling or sneering, or if it was at her or not. But it was upsetting, that is sure.

Somewhere else, far away, Someone else became...annoyed. Irritated. Worried. Oh, there. A flicker. Something. A bit of light had blazed for a tiny moment in front of Gem. Or was it on Gem? So quick, though, very likely missed.

Unless you were looming over her. But not being missed didn't mean it wasn't dismissed. Skid's patience began to wear thin. He'd been struck by lightning, after all. "Who was that?"

She looked up at Skid and shook her head. She didn't have a clue.

He wasn't looking at her when he hissed it.

Madoc took that bit of Faerie with him and so, Jack's wings did not remain past the snarl. He felt the glamour drop over him like a heavy coat of ribbons.  He was looking at Skid and so missed the anomaly. "Madoc. Calls himself the Unseelie King...has thousand titles. He's a dick." It took longest for his eyes to settle. The single star in each eye seemed to fracture and divide and split into individual points of light against a dark background.

"Thank you." That's all he wanted. Then, he promptly lifted Gem up like one would a child, and set her atop a dumpster. With a strong, closed lid. "Don't touch them." The lower half of the mask began to unravel and pull back into itself, exposing the lower half of his jaw to her.  "Don't make this weird." More of a disclaimer, he opened his jaw up and, well, let any kind of fluid within drool upon her feet. The saliva, you see, is almost like a balm.  He's still in protect mode, and now the only thing to protect are the lower layers of Gem's feet.

She'd been gazing at Jack, watching him change, watching his eyes.  And still his magnificence awed her, even as a Ribboned Man.  Then she was lifted and put on the...oh, lovely, a trash bin.  And then?  Skid was drooling on her feet.  She blinked, gave a squeal of some sort, stifled in her throat, consternation on her face. "...by the nine levels of Hell, Skid...!"

That wasn't weird at all. Not compared to some of the stuff that happened in Faerie. Jack looked back to where Madoc had come and gone, idly running fingers through the ribbons to straighten them out.


Skid started to carefully rub the saliva in.

Then the feeling hit and it was as if warm aloe was flowing over her feet.  Pain eased, and she could relax. A breath puffed out of her, and she gazed at his face. Revelations.  "Thank you, Skid."  Then her eyes moved back to Jack. Moth to flame. Metal to magnet.


"The next time you summon me, try to give broader commands. My head gets fuzzy upon arrival." He wouldn't take thanks for anything regarding a coin. It was a right of the holder.


She was thinking hard. Very hard. Trying to recall any instance of Unseelie episodes in her life. Skid's words called her back. "Ohhh...oh, I see. I thought...it was like a call button. Something that shouted your name and you came and just...did what you always do. Assess and agress. I didn't know I had to tell you what to do. It's been a long time since you gave me the coin."

Jack rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, also thinking. He supposed he would have to go to Faerie to ask Madoc what it was he wanted.

"You do now, don't you?" Gem caught a terribly rare thing in the little smile he afforded her. The mask began to close up as he finished applying the 'balm'.


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« Reply #7 on: August 09, 2014, 03:40:28 PM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


"Are you well?" Jack spun around, ribbons snapped out, and looked at Skid. Now he could note the changes in the Nightmare.

Skid stood up, and straightened out. "Oh, yes. That wasn't as bad as being struck by lightning from the sky."He may have forgotten about the new look in all the ruckus.

The thief smiled back at that little smile from the Nightmare, and then she looked over at the Crow. "How is he related to you, Jack?  I mean....who is he to you? He called you "Knight"?.

He gave the Nightmare careful study, even stepped closer while answering Gem. "I am the Knight of Ghosts and Shadows. Madoc wishes me to bend the knee and be part of his regime."

She nodded slowly. "But you aren't.  Good. I don't like him." Her eyes moved to the other. ?Skid, you are okay? Really and truly?"

]He leaned in and took a big whiff of Skid. Just to taste his scent.

"Is he someone that will need to be taken care of?" He ripped the bottom rung of fabric from his shirt, then ripped that in half. He began to wrap Gem's feet. "Because I'd like to eat his spine." He paused when he was questioned. "What? Yes. I was made to take a much worse beating than that and walk away." Nonchalantly. He smells of burnt ash and oak, and something else. Ozone and greed. Faint, but there. It hangs to the amethyst like a desperate ghost, trying not to fade away. Dragons are powerful things, even in death; even in pieces.

Gem was studying Skid even as Jack whiffed him. "You are beautiful, Skid. Did you know this? I love the amethyst addition. It smells of dragon, I think?" She knew dragon.

Jack?s wide grin had teeth. He dared to touch a piece of amethyst. "When I unmake him, I will leave it behind for you."

Gem looked sharply at Jack, but she didn't say anything. Yet.

He grinned, and had the mask been more than vague with its reproduction, it would've looked sheepish and prideful. "A friend had just the pieces I was looking for to... Freshen up." His eye found Jack, and he spoke frankly. "If you desire my assistance with him again, open up by telling me to restrain him. He won't like it."


"Why shackle you at all with commands?" His grin remained, manic.

"Because the results you'll get with them will surprise you." His own grin twisted into something terrible. "And I love   surprises."

She watched them both now, silent and aware that ...well. Aware.

"They do not." Stars danced in Jack?s eyes.

Her feet were feeling much, much better, the horrible pain gone, the frozen feeling gone, and nothing loomed or threatened. Gem wasn't terribly happy with the garbage dumpster being her seat, as it stunk, but it was better than before, so she was fine with it. She took note of that information dropped by Jack.

"And you," he eyed Gem. "Should always wear boots."

She raised her brows at Jack. "Even with a dress?" The man had no fashion conscience!

"Especially with a dress." This from the Nightmare.

Jack nodded, agreeing with Skid, and besides, Jack was a man who wore ribbons all the time. Not the height of fashion, he.

Neither did Skid, apparently. She gave them both a very feminine scowl and crossed her arms, which nicely covered that little gleam of light coming from the region of her left breast again.

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« Reply #8 on: August 09, 2014, 03:44:07 PM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


"Really, I don't know how I allow you to drag me into all your little messes, Gem."  The voice was languid, the tone gently chiding, though one might could tell there was a faintly sinister capability to it.  The Jack of the Seelie Court, the Trickster, the Changeling, etc., etc., ad nauseum, stepped out of  -somewhere - and approached them. He was looking at Jack.

Jack narrowed his eyes. Was there something? Oh, there was something. He was growling again.

One long finger pointed lazily at Jack. "Don't I know you?" Amusement laced the tenor tones.

Skid's eye narrowed, and he stared at the new arrival. "You're popular today." To Gem.

"Hello, son." Jack eyed the man in green and brown leathers. A smirk chased the words that chased the growl.

The thief gasped and slipped off the garbage can to stand. She didn't go so far as to bow or kneel or prostrate herself. They didn't have the kind of relationship.  Still, her voice was awed and respectful. "Erevan!"

Jack shed no glamour. This one didn't bring Faerie with him. Just trouble.

The blonde male laughed, and it seemed to echo in the alley, a merry sound indeed. He looked to be an elf, dressed as a huntsman, in green and brown leather armor with a bow at his back and arrows in a quiver behind him. One hand settled on the curve of his hip, and the other turned that pointing finger into a shaking one, back and forth, a gentle waggle. "Son, is it? Ahahahaa, that won't fly well with others of our get, but it works fine by me."  He walked closer, eyeing the Nightmare as he did. He snuffled at the thing. "And whose creature might you be?"

Skid drew in a long breath when the man came closer, taking in everything he could about him, and smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Gem was clenching her hands together, worried, astonished, shocked. What a day for shocks!  It wasn't often one saw one's God at all in one's life, and here she was...how many times was this now?  She couldn't even remember, that's how many.  "Erevan. He is Skid, and this is Jack and...and...what did you want?"  Hesitantly asked. The last time he had wanted something she had been relifed and spat up through mud and ice, to naked awareness in a glen of bones. Faye's glen.

"I'd say it has to do with Madoc." Jack could add. A little.

Erevan began to answer Skid. "Well, yes, actually I wou..." He stopped to look over at Gem, quite as if he had forgotten why he was here. It was entirely possible he had. "Oh yes. You can't give it to him. If you do, all Hell will break loose in Faerie."  Did that get Jack's attention?

"And here I thought that was going to be me." Jack stared at the godling.

Erevan smelled of honey mead, and cigarettes, and women and somehow of song. He smelled of chaos and laughter, and he reeked of self-will.

He smelled delicious. Skid listened to him.

He's only a demi-god, after all, probably on the same order as Jack himself. The Trickster grinned at Jack. "Well, you might, and in fact, I rather hope you do, because Madoc Morfryn has been making rather a pest of himself for some time now.  Constantly sending missives, -love- missives to Titania."  He scoffed and shook his head, the pointing hand going to his other hip, now akimbo arms jutted out and he looked faintly annoyed.

Jack chuffed.

Gem looked from one to the other of them, rather wildly.  Gods and godlings, kings and deamons and she was....she was...oh, she needed a drink!  And a cigarette or ten. "I don't..understand. I can't give him what?"  Her voice plaintive. She was just a simple elf, after all. Mostly. Sort of.

The Changeling, as he was called by some, had the grace, amazingly, to look a tiny bit guilty.  "Why, the teacup, of course."  As if that should make all plain.

This sounded juicy. Skid took the seat on the dumpster that Gem had vacated.

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« Reply #9 on: August 09, 2014, 03:47:07 PM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


He lit up a cigarette because he'd touched Faerie only moments ago, so there was afterglow. "Speak plain, son."

"The teacup." She looked lost for several long moments as her memory coiled and spiraled and ran backwards. Back. Back. Four long years back.  And then she blinked. "But...I gave that to you, sir."  Yes, he got a sir because he was her God, after all.

Jack was his own god.

A shake of Erevan?s head was given and he again looked a trifle guilty. "No. No, well, yes, you did. But then I gave it back to you, only you don't remember. Yet. I needed it for Madoc to give me back my EFG, of course, but I couldn't really give it to that bastich. Just think what he would do with it!" His hands were thrown up into the air.


"EFG?" Jack watched the smoke rise while he listened.

Erevan looked over to Jack absently, his focus having been all on Gem.  Stepping closer to the elfess, he answered Jack, but his gaze was back on the thief. "EFG. My Ever Full Goblet." His head tilted the side, as he studied Gem's face. "It is always full of the best Mead ever made."  One hand reached out and slid down the side of her face. "I see the glamour still holds after all these years."  This was whispered, though not so low that those paying attention wouldn?t hear. He sounded proud of himself, rather than her. Naturally.

The thief let him do as he wanted, her gaze steady on his own. "You are saying you had me relifed so you could get your bloody drinking cup back???"  Okay, remember Gem, not good to vent one's temper at one's God.

"Careful, son. She's mine now," he growled at that touch on Gem's cheek.

Skid was like a fourteen year-old girl listening to the latest gossip. Except a horrible monster.

Oh, so Skid's like Jack's daughter, only a nightmare.

And prettier, if you ask Skid. Nightmare aesthetics, and all.

So not prettier, if you ask Jack. But Skid has appeal.

That much is certain.

Instead of reacting with anger at her cursing and her question of him, Erevan looked rather delighted. "Ah, always a chaos magnet, aren't you, my dear?" His green green eyes moved over to Jack. "Is she?  Is she really?" He laughed in genuine amusement. "Careful, son, not to reach for more than you can hold."  Or remember.  But he didn't say that. He had no interest in being cruel to Jack. At this particular moment anyway.

Gem stepped back a little, removing herself from the slide of that hand. She was very, very annoyed. "What is so damned important about a bloody teacup?"

He grit his teeth. These guys were trying hard to push his buttons. Woe be to them if he ever needed to Remember. "Son" was quite appropriate of Jack to call the cheeky elf godling.

The wind shifted, suddenly running back up the alley. A sea wind blew now, and it brought Gem's scent to the Godling. And yes, he is so very cheeky. His stock in trade, of course.  He stepped close to Gem, very close. Intimately close, and he breathed her in. His eyes went wide and then he kissed her, quick as sin, as rough as chaos could be. Then he released her, and he dissipated into thin air, just as her hand came around to slap the snot out of him. His laugh hung on the air. And then words hung there instead. "Do not give Madoc the teacup."

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« Reply #10 on: August 09, 2014, 03:49:47 PM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


Gem did indeed flail and struggle in that seconds long kiss, a fist aimed to box his ears for him missing its mark because he wasn't there, and so she went stumbling towards Jack, off balance. "Bloody...s***e..!"

Jack caught her, spun her and wiped that kiss right off her lips with one of his own.

"I need to find Alain." Her voice was strained. However, this was cut off as Jack kissed Erevan off of her.

"Mine." He rumbled, when he finally let her breathe.

He was kicking his legs back and forth. Oh. Em. Gee. "I haven't seen Alain in years."

She gazed up at Jack, entranced all over again. Clinging to ribbons. "Hmm? " This was to Skid. Dazzled elf.

"Neither have I. What has he to do with this?? Jack wanted to know.

"Alain. You said you needed to find him? Get your mind off the inside of Jack's pants and get in the game, Gem. Serious stuff here." Clap, clap. Like a coach. He was snickering.

Jack grinned sly at Skid.

She blinked and then straightened, but her hands still stroked and smoothed ribbons. Impossible to resist, those ribbons. "Oh...right." She flushed a bit and focused. A look up to Jack. "Do you know him, then? Baron DeMuer? He is a friend...and he is the one that Erevan had me steal the teacup from him."  She frowned in thought. "This means he may know something of it. I mean, he had it kept in a very well trapped area of his main business building, and that means he knew it had value. Right?"

"The Detective knows more than Men should." So, probably.

"Or he really liked it?" Jack had no idea.

She had to nod at Skid. "His information network beats my information network." Then laughed a little at Jack?s comment. "No. No, Alain is not that kind of guy. To keep a thing like that guarded just because he liked it. A man with his eye on the main chance, is Alain."

"He absorbed most of my resources here after I left, last time." Skid offered. "He's sly."

"Mhm hmm." He had no idea. His network in Rhydin was no where as vast as it was in Faerie.

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« Reply #11 on: August 09, 2014, 03:55:08 PM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


"Hey, Gem?" It was Skid?s turn to get off track.

Gem's tended to be about commerce and what was going on in the city with slaves and such, that being a main part of her activities. The thief looked up from her abstracted thinking. "Yes, Skid?"


Jack?s cigarette hadn't burned down. Amazing. He was kind of paying attention now. Much had happened. Plans had to be adjusted.

"Why did your boobs light up a couple of times earlier?", Skid asked.

Cue the jawdrop. "Wha........"  Then a long silence. "Oh."


Jack glanced sideway at Skid, thoughts interrupted.

Oh, sure, naturally Jack would pay attention then.


Skid looked very curious, interested. And not pervy. So there was that.

He was pervy. And interested.

Yeah, but he didn't look pervy. Oh, wait, you meant Jack.

It applied to Skid too.

?Well. Ahem. See...a long time ago...I made a deal with Him. With Erevan. He...did something for me. I...did something for him. And then because he liked what I did so very much....he gave me a couple of other things. And one of those is this."  She pulled aside the neckline of her dress to show the sigil that was inlaid gold within the flesh of the upper curve of her left breast. About four inches in diameter. Very pretty. 24 k gold. "It's...sort of a ..a nearness indicator and call button ...combined."  There, simple explanation, her expression said. All done.


"Ah." He looked pervy after she said Erevan what she did so very much, but then he looked normal again in the end because she brought it around full-circle. So he forgot to make a joke. "So it's not a brand." Skid said akin to the relieved sort of 'phew' a person would release after finding out they were NOT in fact on fire.

She looked puzzled at the distinction. "No..no, it's not a brand."

"It is very much a brand." Jack?s input. He blew smoke from what seemed an endlessly burning cigarette.

She looked over at Jack. "Oh. Well. In a way, I suppose, yes. But not the kind where you hold someone down and press a bar to their flesh and singe it away." She was staring at the cig now.

"It marks you as his."

"It's not a brand, Jack." She changed her mind. "It's a promise of future  aid. It's..it's a coin." Nod at Skid.

"So you may command him?" Jack was persistent.

Gem went very still. Then her lips pursed a little. "Only if I did something for him first." Erevan was like that.

Jack noted that through the smoke. "So it's not a gift." Meaning it's not a coin.

"It's a contract."

"He's my deity."  Gem had never questioned any of this before. She was starting to feel upset.

His starry gaze ticked to Skid and back to Gem. "Gods mark their followers in many ways."

The thief looked at the both of them, and her temper flared in her eyes. Who at was entirely uncertain. "He saved me from horrors you cannot know. He pulled the egg sacks of the spiders out from under my skin. He took me away from Lolth! He..he pissed on her altar for me." Desecration perfection!  Then she slumped and leaned against the alley wall. "I know he did all that because he was very bored at the time and he nothing more fun to do."  A little sigh.  ?I would like a cigarette like that one." Eyeing Jack's.

He handed it to her.

She took it, but then frowned. "I don't want to take yours from you."

Jack shrugged, ribbons sighed. "It's a cigarette."

"It's a gift." Skid qualified.

And so she just smoked it.

He grinned at Skid. Jack liked his Nightmare more and more.

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« Reply #12 on: August 09, 2014, 03:58:27 PM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


Her lips quirked into a smile at Skid. He has a value few ever even guessed at.  She whispered something to Skid.

He looked as though he'd been struck, then slid from the dumpster, walked right up to Gem, and kissed her right on the forehead. Then he sat on the ground and leaned against the Inn's wall.


Jack watched the exchange through a flare of flame set to cigarette.

A few other things were said that somehow were not captured by the universe.

And then Jack dipped her. Ribbons surrounding her.

Gem gasped and fell in love all over again. What woman did not loooove being dipped? Especially with ribbons. Cig hand kept well away from the ribbons, and the other clinging to them.

If you combined those things, you got dipped ribbons, or dibbed rippons, or ribbed... Anywho.

More things said that the universe missed.  And so Gem smiled at both men and turned for the end of the alley. "I am going to change back into something more deadly. See you later Jack, Skid." Blew kisses to them.

Jack nodded, already back to thinking DEEP thoughts.

He could share them with her later?

But as Gem went, kisses blown all over him... he looked to Skid. "You are well?" He could share them with Gem but then he'd have to kill her.

"I am." Skid grinned faintly up at him. "I have a dueling tournament this evening."

"What is that?"

"The Duel of Fists." He elaborated, sliding on up. "It's martial combat judged for accuracy or form or something. I don't really know. I just hit people and get hit and it's terrible fun. Not the kind of combat I'm used to, but eh."

"Bloodsport. Hmm. Maybe I will watch."

"You should."

"I should? Hmm. Call me when the time is right and I will." He grinned and disappeared from sight.

"And so I shall." Skid snickered, and strolled on out of the alley, headed North.

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« Reply #13 on: August 09, 2014, 03:59:41 PM »
In the Unseelie Court:  Madoc Morfryn had made his plans, the three days before he would again confront  the elf bitch going slowly for him.  His threat to slay the one she loved most he fully meant to carry out, no matter if she gave him the sword or not.  There were so many beings he could choose from for she was one who gave her heart freely.  Though she was more than she at first appeared, still, she was nothing to One who would rule over Faerie.  All his spies told him she had the Sword.  She would give it to him, and then she would die for her perfidy.
 
Madoc?s thoughts slipped back, back to the day he had thought he?d won the Sword for himself, for the Unseelie, for Mab.   And for Titania, who should be his.  His plan to slay Oberon would release her to him, Madoc Morfryn, and when that day came, she would rue her petty affections for his brother. Once he had tamed her, she would make him a fit Queen, though in name only, for Mab would never relinquish her own power and position.  His hands curled into fists as he remembered that day of unpleasant discovery, for it had meant the ruin of his plans, at least for the present.

In his sure arrogance that the God of Thieves would never dare to play a ruse upon him, Madoc had left the teacup he had been given by the Godling in its little box.  He had felt the supposed power of the sword within, and so he'd left it alone, the illusion cast by the Trickster having worked its charm upon the Unseelie King.  

Eventually, though, the day had come when he?d wanted to hold Al-Kanon, to taste its power, though he must wait to wield it.  When he had held the cup in his hand he felt the tingle, the thrill of the great sword once again, as he expected. But - there was something wrong!  His chagrin was huge when the teacup would not become the sword it really was, as the Fey willed it to do.  It was only then that he knew he had been duped.  It was only then, four years later, that the truth had been discovered.  The teacup was an ordinary vessel with a glamour, an illusion set upon it.  Erevan had played him for a fool.  That slight would also be avenged, when he personally used the sword to bring Erevan Illesere to his knees.  

A horn sounded, and the King looked up, his scowl flattened and then curved into a nasty grin. It was time for a Wild Hunt.  This would nicely fill his time until he could wrest the real teacup from the hands of one not worthy to hold it.   He stalked off, calling for his mount.

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« Reply #14 on: August 10, 2014, 10:54:49 AM »
((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))


Having been heavily distracted all day long, having borne the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop since the encounter with Madoc, the elfess was not her usual self.  She wasn't even laughing as she ran along the last rooftop one over from the inn.  She came to a halt at the edge of the roof, and stared down into the alley.  It wasn't the alley where Madoc had first appeared, but the one where Erevan had graced them with his presence.  With a little sigh, she slithered down the drainpipe to land on her booted feet at the bottom. She hadn't seen Jack in some time, and she was starting to feel sorry for herself, something she viewed with impatience.  She was giving herself a little pep talk as she walked with slow feet for the inn's back door. In her head.

Ever since the confrontation with Madoc, Gem had been dogged by crows. Not quite a murder. Just a couple who seemed to keep up with her wherever she went. Who would question a crow or two? Especially in RhyDin where blackbirds were a dime a dozen. The pair stayed on the roof and watched the tiny elfess work herself up. For what?

"What are you thinking, darling?" Came the Crow's voice, from over there. He leaned against the bricks, one knee up with his boot braced against the alley wall. He blew smoke in her direction.

Gem gave a little start, looking up, and yes, she had seen the crows. They gave her a ridiculously ....safe...feeling. As if Jack himself were there. As indeed, she felt he could be, if he were moved to aid her. Her gaze moved around, till she found him leaning against the bricks, the cloud of smoke disguising some of his features, the dimness of the twilit alley making it more effective.  She smiled at him, and turned her steps there. "I was thinking...that Madoc would have a very hard time choosing."

"Who you care for the most?" He didn't move but the ribbons fixed to his coat did. Swaying to an unseen breeze. "I would think that would be one of your children."

"Yes. And yes. But I can't say that I love one over the other." She neared him, and with only a slim hesitation, she moved into him, her hands sliding about his waist, and her face tipping up to see him more clearly.  Her fingers began to stroke those breeze-driven ribbons.

He took a hit from the cigarette and held the smoke while Gem settled in. He looked his usual self - sharp features and starry starry eyes.

One could fall into those eyes for a long time. She seemed disposed to, her smile bemused and her own half-lidded. 'How are you, Jack?"

He let the smoke free to the heavens before answering. His fingers cold against Gem's cheek. "Smashing."

"Are you guys gonna make out or what?" A lilting little question from a Nightmare, sat between two crows on a fire escape. "I can't clap until someone's down someone else's throat."

The crows took a look at Skid and then at the pair below, expectant. Jack grinned. It split his face and was full of teeth.

The thief felt that cold of his fingers, and she thought it might mean he had been to Faerie recently.  The eyes had her, as did so many other things about Jack.  Her sigh was soft and content, and she whispered to him, though not so quietly that only he might hear it. It was just a soft voice, really. "Starry starry night...."  She heard Skid and chuckled, though her eyes remained on Jack for the moment. "...Paint your palette blue and gray...look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul..."  She looked up, then. "Hello, Skid."  Warm smile for him.

He clamped the cigarette in between his teeth. Still grinning, he swept Gem up into a silent polka in honor of the poetry. Ribbons all bouncy bouncy.

She gasped in delight as he danced her about, her laugh light and happy. The alley had never seen such doings!  She bounced, the ribbons bounced...her laugh lit up the night.

"Good evening, good evening." He swung his feet and tail in time to the dancing, quiet as you please.

It was all quiet except for the stomp of feet. The Crow was a good leader and was light on his feet. He turned them around Skid and never came near that splendid tail.

She grinned at Skid under one of Jack's arms, as they whirled and spun, the tail seeming like a whip to her, dangerous, pretty, and sinuous.

Skid?s tail was that and more, but for the moment it served as a pretty little pendulum, keeping time for the music that wasn't.

Dancing and spinning, Jack spun them faster and faster, kicking up a breeze, bringing out the barrell of fun.

Thankfully it wasn't a barrel of monkeys. Those never ended well. Skid would know!

Long as there were no monkeys with that barrel, it was all good!  The elf could dance.  She moved like silk on the wind in his hands, light and airy.

Skid and Gem are sympatico!

Jack liked monkeys. Monkeys were fun. Monkeys were chaos. The breeze was cold.

Was it? Skid didn't notice. He had problems realizing when it got cold.

It got colder suddenly.