Apr. 4th, 2017 11:12 pm
willysilver: (Royal)
[personal profile] willysilver posting in [community profile] londoncallingrpg
Beltane was fast approaching. Beltane heralded the season of war. But of late Will's skin had begun to crawl. Magic he was familiar with, magic he had not felt for many years, magic strong and dark haunted him. It was not the strange magic of the Trooping fae that Fin possessed. No, this was familiar.

An old foe.

It wasn't simply a matter of the Unseelie whom Will and his brothers would battle and defeat, as was tradition. This was something he'd defeated with great cost long ago.

The Milesian.

He was keen and watchful as he knew they prowled the Earth. Somehow they had come back from banishment. And the strength of them had grown. Will knew the battle this year would be so much more weighty. There would be no need for a mortal on the field against the Milesian. They came from the Land of the Dead and would take as many lives as they could, fae and mortal alike. Today Will had heard tell of several people dead in the tube. Of course the authorities had their theories and suspicions, but Will knew. He just knew and so tonight with the initial investigation wrapped up he gathered his strength and descended into the tube stop. Magic crackled in the air. Dark magic. Dark as could be.

He reached for the neck of his guitar on his back and to those who could see such things his hand closed around the hilt of a broadsword. A few people waited for the train and Willy wasn't about to let them meet the same fate as the earlier travelers. Those hadn't been killed so much as claimed.

The Daoine Sidhe prince wasnt about to let his city fall to the enemy. Not even if he had to defend it all by himself.
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Date: 2017-04-05 06:56 am (UTC)
akatawitch: (Wilderness)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
There was an eerie familiarity in this mess for Sunny as well, though the difference was that her mother was thousands of miles away and could only panic at her over the phone. And her father couldn't hit her for getting her mother upset.

But the fact of the matter was that any urban center was impossible without public transit, and in London, that was the tube. That that recently came with assuring her mother that she was not going to be murdered, well.

She couldn't say that she didn't share the trepidation, actually, but she couldn't tell her family why. Something was wrong. She just had no idea what.

Attempting to keep herself embedded in her reread of Middlemarch while she waited for the next train--it was really rather therapeutic right now--it was increasingly difficult to keep her nose in her book. Not just because she was anticipating something and that always made it hard to really read, but because she felt a shift around her.

Which was apparently a fae prince with a big damn sword.

She had seen Phouka react to the tube. Willy was not down here because he wanted to be. What are you doing? she mouthed, though she didn't entirely notice she'd done that.

Date: 2017-04-05 11:35 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (glow)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin hadn't really known where he was headed. Part of him wanted to avoid the tube all together these days, but- It sang to him sometimes, calling him down, luring him closer. He didn't even realize he'd been drawn all the way to Will until he found himself leaning in to rest his head on the other fae's shoulder.

"I was looking for you," he murmured, snapping out of the little trance that had brought him there. "I didn't know it, but here I am."

Date: 2017-04-05 11:08 pm (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (more than just bedhead)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"I can help. Let me help," Fin whispered, keeping close and holding Will's arm gently. "I was drawn here for a reason. Let me fight at your side."

Date: 2017-04-05 11:54 pm (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (stupid hat)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Your fight is my fight, Will," Fin whispered, staying close and speaking in the other Fae's ear. "I'll fight at your side."

Date: 2017-04-06 12:08 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (calm)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin had no sword, but he had his power, and it glittered around them for a moment, forming a shield. Not the strongest, but offering a thin layer of protection.

"What the hell is it?" he asked quietly.

Date: 2017-04-06 12:43 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (clasped)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Bloody hell," Fin swore, magic jutting out towards the attacker, little sharp blades of light lashing out at the being. Magic he'd never done before, power that simply came from somewhere inside of him.

Date: 2017-04-06 12:51 am (UTC)
akatawitch: (Juju Knife)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
Hate him though she did, Sunny was not too proud to speak to Willy at all, and this was one of the times where it seemed she really rather should. When swords were being drawn in public, nothing good was happening.

She slipped away her book and traded it for her knife, the blade green even in the failing light. Her step was brisk and business like as she made her way over to Willy. "What is it?"

Date: 2017-04-06 01:41 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (ill)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Will!" Fin gasped, not sure what to do other than shield them again. He was no fighter, and though his magic was strong, it was still not fully under his control.

Date: 2017-04-06 02:01 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (Default)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn

" Light. I... I think I can manage that, Will, but I'll need to stop shielding us. I don't know how to do more than one thing at a time really, " the young fae confessed.

Date: 2017-04-06 02:10 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (Default)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn

It took all his power to focus his attack, but Fin managed to create a ball of light. It was bright and vicious, like a tiny scrap of sun right here in the underground. ...It was so bright that the fae couldn't look at it.

Date: 2017-04-06 02:12 am (UTC)
akatawitch: (More than meets the eye)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
In her mind, Sunny saw Ekwensu dancing in the flickering flame of a candle.

That was an idea to file away for later.

"And how many people are going to die horribly soon if they make it out of this station?" she said, looking toward the tunnel as well.
Edited Date: 2017-04-06 02:13 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-04-06 02:26 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (Default)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn

Moving again to Will's side, Fin tried to get a better look at the wound.

"The others can wait, you're hurt, Will. We need to get you home and mended," the younger fae said firmly. "Let's get to the restroom. We can take a mirror home."

Date: 2017-04-06 02:37 am (UTC)
akatawitch: (Mmuo Aku)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
It reminded her a little of Mmuo Aku, the skittering, scraping sounds so like a swarm of insects, and the hands of it and the movement so very like spiders. And yet, it was not a masquerade, let alone one made of so many crawling, stinging, venomous bugs. But still, you didn't get cocky even when something didn't seem as dangerous as things you'd already faced. People died that way.

When her nerve wavered for just a moment, Sunny's brain defaulted to humor as she found her resolve again.

"Well. If this story ever gets out and that thing doesn't kill me, my mother certainly will." The raised her knife. It was not made to cut flesh, but that was not what she needed it for.
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