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ƜуηηєfαƖѕнσηɗ ([personal profile] wynn) wrote in [community profile] knightsoflegend2013-08-05 10:14 pm

open ♔ august castle socialization



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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[personal profile] uncurse 2013-09-29 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] reallywicked 2013-09-29 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?
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[personal profile] uncurse 2013-09-30 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
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.
]
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[personal profile] reallywicked 2013-10-01 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
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.]
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[personal profile] uncurse 2013-10-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
You wanted to know.

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

Is that it?
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[personal profile] reallywicked 2013-10-03 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
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.]