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| Miniature Mad Intellects; [Emily/Titania] | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 10 2016, 02:59 PM (159 Views) | |
| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 10 2016, 02:59 PM Post #1 |
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Why did Emily hate Poinsettia so much? There was something about the rather twee, mythical quality of the place that grated on her nerves. Everything was so sparkly and ethereal and so...so...lavender. It wasn’t really her idea of a place to spend time, but it was her idea of a place to find someone in whom she could find either entertainment or a mark to be duped and robbed. Sometimes she could find both at once and as she scanned the sidewalks, one potential target had presented herself. At least from a distance, the redhead thought she looked like the ideal candidate. She was tiny and elfin, literally, with ears that came to rounded points and the delicate bone structure of one belonging to the Faerie courts. She had bobbed hair in a rather annoying shade of pink and was dressed in an old-fashioned collection of lace and ruffles. The girl was sitting at a table, sipping some sort of beverage and seemed to be alone. As usual, Emily took her brazen attitude right up to her and sat down without even being invited. It wasn’t until she was this close that she saw the young woman’s eyes which had focused on her. They were huge and most shockingly they were deep magenta. Not only was their colour a shock, but the crimson haired murderess realized that they were alive with a madness that crackled and flickered in their depths. Perhaps she mused to herself this may be more about entertainment and less about exploitation before she spoke aloud. “I’m sorry to just sit down like this, but I noticed you were on your own! My name’s Emily. Emily Winter. What’s your name? What brings you to Poinsettia?” Emily tried to make her face as open as possible in expression, but her own emerald eyes also held madness in their depths. |
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| Mapleseruhp | Dec 12 2016, 02:49 AM Post #2 |
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This cafe was new, and Titania wanted to try their specialty drink. It was creamed coffee mixed with a slurry of ice, and absolutely delicious. The drink may not have been beneficial to her figure, but it was absolutely something she'd order again. The artisan table woven from iron was meant for two, but was currently only seating one. Perhaps she should have invited someone, but she didn't really care for it at the moment. A woman took a seat next to her. She had wonderful hair, complemented by nice green eyes and dark magenta hair. Something seemed off about her though, something vaguely familiar yet foreign and unnerving at the same time. She was like a nightmare instantly forgotten upon awakening, even though you could still remember the cold wet terror of sweat dripping down your neck and the dread you felt looking out past your bed, you could not remember the dream itself. If you tried, that horrible feeling would creep up on your and leak into your current mood. This girl, pretty as she appeared, was wrong. Her name was Emily Winters, but Titania did not believe it. Her tone was sleepy, empty, and slow. It was calming in a way you didn't want it to be. "I am........... Titania. I'm here for the drink." The queen elf took a sip, savoring the savory yet bitter taste of coffee chill her tongue as the small crystals melted. Maybe she had invited the woman after all, but had forgotten sometime after a dream. _eriodically even if it was not related to the dream previously experienced, unrelated information would also be dragged to the pit of blank dreams. This was most likely the cause, as nobody ever really felt the need to approach her. "I have forgotten you with only a dream............ My apologies if I have neglected anything we might have planned. Forgive me...................... I sometimes have trouble seeing between the lines of reality and sleep." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 13 2016, 03:10 AM Post #3 |
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Emily shrugged in a simple gesture. “What’s reality anyways? Everyone’s got a bit of a different reality. Sometimes I drift out of what everyone else thinks is real too.” She glanced at the drink, her sharp emerald eyes flicking between it and Titania’s delicate features, assessing and trying to read the person she saw behind them. “I rarely get invited anywhere, I tend to invite myself. I noticed you sitting on your own and thought you seemed like someone I’d find interesting. After what you just said, I think you’re only more interesting. That coffee looks good, I’ll order one myself.” She continued in her blunt and seemingly innocent way to question the faerie. She asked, “So I feel like you aren’t from anywhere near here. Is this true? If so, where did you come from? I wish I could meet more people who look as interesting as you do.” Although some people mistook this for the vague ramblings of someone who was not all there, it was very much calculated to put people off guard and in that moment of open and unguarded communication to be able to glean information that might otherwise remain concealed. It was usually Emily’s opening gambit but she wasn’t sure if it would work here or not. It was always worth a try though. |
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| Mapleseruhp | Dec 13 2016, 03:36 AM Post #4 |
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Titania felt just a tad bit uncomfortable. Granted, she still felt off from a previous experience. While normally it was only due to her constant fatigue that she had trouble distinguishing between dreams and reality, it had never been caused by anything else. What this woman was suggesting was not normal in any way of measure to the human psyche. Perhaps she had some sort of mental illness. Titania was not judging her, due to her own apparent lack of human social function, but she was downright curious. Putting her cup down, she stopped sipping and looked into the eyes across from hers. Hers were odd, unsettling and something was lying under the surface. Glancing, around, the fairy made sure that there wasn't anybody close enough to hear what she planned on hearing. Even though there were no people, she still spoke at a hushed volume. "I come from the Arcane River, a source of some of the magic in this world. I don't think you'll find any more there, I'm certain the rest perished." Titania briefly considered acting sad, but decided against doing so. She absolutely felt despair and sadness at losing the town, but she had never felt the emotion of grief over a living being, It was not programmed in the DNA of fairies to die, therefore they rarely attended funerals. Addressing the earlier issue with her just taking chair, she informed her with a mild and calm tone. I do not mind you sitting there, but more warning would definitely be appreciated." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 14 2016, 02:58 PM Post #5 |
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As Emily had no real sense of empathy, she couldn’t really feel any sadness for what Titania had said. She was more fascinated by the mention of the Arcane River. In her years of reading books that she shouldn’t have read, the river came up more than once. Given her insatiable desire to gain magical power and power generally, she knew that her instinct for finding people worthy of her time had paid off again. Lowering her voice in response to Titania’s own quieter tones, she replied to the lavender haired waif. “Well it seems like things have become difficult for you. It can't be easy to lose everyone like that. Do you still have the magical power? I’m guessing you must and that it wasn’t only connected to the river.” The pretty redheaded psychopath hoped that she’d say yes because that would be truly what she was hoping for. It was rare to find someone with true power in the world and she wanted to continue in her journey to augment her own abilities. She was fascinated, but she didn’t want to push too hard. In response to Titania’s comment about the chair, Emily made a completely fake apology. “Oh! I’m sorry for just assuming. I won’t do that to you again!” It was onerous having to fake actual emotions but it had proved invaluable for the young woman over the years, so she wasn’t about to give up on the act. |
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