open ♔ august castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during August [back and forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of this month.  Because not everyone is into parties, ok.  

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt. ]

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[uncurse]

[ youtried.jpg. sense motive 25 means emma is giving her an unimpressed kind of doubting look. ]

No, you don't. See, I might not know how to magic, but there is one skill I have been honing for a lot longer than you've been learning how to beat it. I know how to spot a liar, and there is no magical reason that you have to know what my reasons are.

[reallywicked]

[Nothing irks the teenager more than when she gets called on her bullshit. She glares at the older woman for a solid thirty seconds before huffing and rolling her eyes.]

Fine. Keep it to yourself. Here. [She reaches in her back pocket and finds a receipt from some earlier purchase. It's half crumpled but she balls it up further and drops it on the cement floor between them.]

Whatever it is, it is important. You have to use it. [She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes briefly. A spot of... eh let's say 15 of more will catch that the red star ruby on her necklace glints... or maybe almost glows as she pulls at her well of power. Faye uses anger to fuel her magic (and exactly no one was surprised). She takes her frustrations from the immediate situation and glances down at the crumbled paper.]

Before, I could only create the flame, make it appear from the paper with no match or external source of heat. That's what I want you to do. That's what he asked me to do. And once you can do that, it will grow and then... Searing fire, I call thy name. Set the enemy aflame.[She turns and holds out a hand off to one side, away from Emma and towards one of the empty target stalls. From her fingertips, a stream of fire shoots out a good fifteen feet. The words are corny- and even she recognizes it. But they've been coming to her, literally leaping her mind at the exact right moment since she arrived here. She's not going to question it. (spell used: burning hands)]

[uncurse]

[ there's a look of disgruntled argument mounting in her, but she bats it back. at the end of the day, this is for her own good. next time, she'll be able to protect her family and resist magical mind control. maybe even break it for the others who get stuck under it. she won't wind up shooting her father, she won't be at a loss for what to do on a mission. she'll have it together. she'll be able to do something.

gathering up all of these disparaging feelings towards herself, she focuses on that helpless feeling she'd had in bermuda. on how she doesn't want to be helpless again. on her instinct and need to protect her family now that she's found at least part of it.

her eyes close, and at her feet, a warm torch-like light begins to glow, encompassing the paper. she doesn't seem to notice it's worked, because she continues to concentrate and another glowing light appears behind her to the left before her eyes open (spell: dancing lights, concentration: 14). it's not a flame - not a true flame, anyway, because it's not burning the paper up, and as emma's eyes open, it moves and lifts higher into the air. ]

[reallywicked]

[Faye watches with mild amusement, but then paper starts to glow and... float? Okay she wasn't expecting that. Her first instinct is to think that Emma screwed it up, but... Well, she's still just sort of confused what's happening at all.]

Well... that's something. [Her brows arch and she doesn't look impressed. More confused... and intrigued.] What were you thinking of? Or is that a big secret too?

[uncurse]

My mom.

[ there's no real reason to lie about it. they're, in a sense, working together to try and figure this out - precisely what gold wanted, she's sure - and her mother has been on her mind a lot lately. she's been holding tightly to her desire to find her, especially now that she knows david is here, that she's seen him - even if he doesn't remember her.

she blinks, as if coming out of her own thoughts to finally look back at faye. ]

[reallywicked]

How touching. [Beneath the snark, Emma might be able to detect the tell tale signs of jealousy in her tone. Faye can't remember her mother, or anyone for that matter. But she has the feeling that she's always been on her own. The feeling like you can only depend on yourself doesn't just show up overnight.]

[uncurse]

You wanted to know.

[ she closes herself back off, a defensive move, and straightens up. the lights flicker out. ]

Is that it?

[reallywicked]

More or less. [She and Gold had talked about how magic worked, but she just doesn't feel like Emma could appreciate that. Magic just feels right for her, and the way that Emma was trying to finish it like a chore made her less inclined to go further.]