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The Solstice was upon them. When the sun went down the magic began to swell, the veil between this world and the Other Side thin as vapor. Mortals could sense it, even, though they may not have a name for it. They gathered together, not realizing the animal instinct of safety in numbers.

But all around the city, from the dark parts, fae began to come together as well. Unseelie filled the city- boggarts and Red Caps and things unseen for many a year with bright eyes and sharp teeth. But they were tricksy, dangerous and malicious but no worse than they ever were. The real threat, the ever present danger this year, were the Milesian that crawled out of the sewers and tube tunnels to prowl they city. They were hunting tonight. They had eyes black and soulless, eyes too wide for their white, gaunt faces. Larger than their eyes were their mouth. The smile of needle fangs glinted in the street lights. Long arms ending with spidery, spindly fingers reached and clawed at passers by from the shadows.

There was a war in the city tonight and the nature of the foe, the Milesian, meant no bound mortal needed to be near any battle. Death would come to one or the other if a killing blow came down.

But there was hope. Seelie fae prowled the city as well, fighting for Light and Air. Even the Queen had seen fit to step through with her sword and shield. Such was the threat to the Fae way of life that the Milesian presented.

The longest day of the year dawned but the sunlight did nothing to frighten off the dark forces. The longest day of the year simply meant the things that went bump in the night were attacking in the light.

(Tag in, tag around! Open all week so check back. Have fun with your adventures. If you don't want any Milesian, there are plenty of Unseelie, too. Day or night, whichever works for you.)

Date: 2017-06-20 01:54 am (UTC)
winter_wisp: (feral)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Winter didn't like the creatures. they felt like they should be kin, but... They weren't. They unquestionably weren't. He'd spent his time avoiding them mostly, but tonight, running home late from dance practice, that had proven impossible. It was as if they wanted him, reaching out for him every time he passed one in the shadows.

He was just shy of three blocks from the park when one managed to grab him, and the pixie howled loudly, reaching for the short dagger he carried with him always now.

"Don't touch me!" he screeched. "I'm not part of this war. I won't fight you. I refuse!"

The creature, unfortunately, didn't care what the pixie's stance on the war was though and lunged right at him.

Date: 2017-06-20 02:20 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Fae)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
Properly speaking, Curnen was not and never had been a fae of the Seelie. Her father had been, once upon a time, but by the time she'd been born, the Tufa had been reshaped into not only their own court, but in some ways their own race.

That didn't stop Bliss from calling her telling her to get the everloving fuck out of Britain.

Curnen knew that was the wisest course of action, but as she had no way of explaining such an action and had even less funds to support it, she stayed put. And she regretted it thoroughly.

Because her blood still remembered, and it was singing to her to take up arms.

But her body had no training.

She had to figure out a safe place to go tonight. Going home was just going to drag her human roommates into this mess, and they didn't deserve Unseelie, let alone the things that stank of death that were also crawling around the city. She had not seen one of them yet, but she could feel them, and she hated it.

On the move as she was, hoping to find her path by walking, she didn't notice when one of those demons began to trail her. Her life smelled so sweet.

Date: 2017-06-20 04:29 am (UTC)
akatawitch: (Juju Knife)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
Sunny was discovering she had quite the talent for arson.

Her first encounter with a Milesian had been at Willy's side, and while she had not needed him to stay safe, she knew she had to be on her guard. Getting cocky got you killed. There was no place for it in a life and death situation.

Part of her wanted to get home and bolt herself in. She had defenses, she could probably actually get through this night with some sleep. But the magic would still be clawing at her, and the knowledge that someone might have died because she couldn't bother to do a little more this one night of the year--she hoped, God she hoped--was not something she wanted to face.

She couldn't save this city, but she could set just one more thing on fire.

She held her knife at the ready in her purse. Even in this situation, she would not carry openly.


Date: 2017-06-20 09:53 am (UTC)
thenorthman: (Default)
From: [personal profile] thenorthman
This was a fucking mess, and of course, Eric had no way of contacting the Fae. They stayed clear of vampires, as much as ever, perhaps even more than ever now. They were flooding the city, and they were on a warpath. Not only had he had to clean up that mess left by an Old One a couple of weeks ago, but now this.

He had his hands full, between organizing things so vampires who could control their fucking urges patrolled the streets to keep the ones who couldn't from jumping the Fae and trying to keep all of that shit under wraps. The last thing he needed was for the humans to find out about the supernatural, especially if it came from his city.

So he was in a bit of a mood that night, as he flew back from a meeting with some of his law enforcement contacts. In a bit of a mood when he spotted the fight in the street below. Whatever those creatures were that the Fae were fighting off, they were the reason for all of this, and so when he dropped down, it was on one of them, and he pulled its head off in a clean motion, dropping it to the ground.

His fangs were out, and he looked at the other creatures, ignoring whoever had been fighting them. He was very clear about who ought to be exterminated here. "Anyone else?"

He of course had no intention of letting them get away, but it was always fun to let them think he might.

Date: 2017-06-20 06:51 pm (UTC)
pecked_by_birds: (purplez)
From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
"Oh, for fucks sake," the titan snapped, setting another abomination ablaze as it leapt at him from the shadows. "Really, fae wars? How bloody predictable," he huffed, grabbing the next one that lunged at him by the throat and slamming it hard against the nearest flat surface.

"I would know, I remember when they were still interesting," he assured the beast, setting it ablaze as well before fixing his cuffs and collar and continuing on through the park. He wasn't in the mood for this, he had his own troubles, thank you very much, and a fae war in the middle of London was a deeply unwanted distraction.

Something bumped him from behind and he spun fast and caught hold of it- No, not it. Them. His grip was harsh, but he let go slowly.

"Apologies, I thought you were something else."

Date: 2017-06-22 06:48 am (UTC)
vampireevolved: (Default)
From: [personal profile] vampireevolved
It had been over seventy years since Godric had fought at Eric's side, but there was too much to be done, spread over too much of the city for them not to split up. Hearing a scream, Godric rushed around the corner and saw a human standing frozen, still screaming and pointing across the roundabout where someone fought off a handful of dark, twisted opponents.

The man was so busy screaming, he was unaware of the creature coming up behind him, jaw full of too many teeth opening wide. Before it could attack, Godric closed the distance between them, and ripped the creature's head off. Catching the human's gaze, he spoke softly, first getting him to stop screaming, then wiping the memory of what he'd seen. And finally, Godric commanded him to find shelter off the streets until it was safe.

Godric would've liked to see the man to safety, but Milesians were coming, drawn by the sound of prey or by their fallen brother. It was going to come to a fight, and there wasn't much night left before the dawn.

(Be the someone fighting Milesians, or come up in time to see Godric glamour the poor human, or whatever else works for you.)

ota - pre Will thread

Date: 2017-06-22 11:44 pm (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (fae)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin was still trying to get in touch with Will, his iron dagger tucked up his sleeve, burning him slightly everytime it grazed his flesh. A little pain was better than being unprepared though, and it remained at the ready as he made his way through the underground.

It was strange, it was as though some mortals could just sense the danger, as the cars were emptier than usual tonight. In fact, Fin was all alone in this one, watching the lights flicker now and then as they glided through tunnels, over the tracks. The further they got from Picadilly, the more his back itched, and he squirmed a bit in his seat, hitching his shirt up a little in the back to scratch the marked flesh- Only to have all the light go out.

"Shit," he swore softly, pulling his phone out to use as a flashlight. He shone it around slowly, catching a glimpse of a skittering shadow and doing his best to find the source, only to have a Milesian pounce from above. It was all teeth and claws, and it knocked him flat onto his backside. Dropping his phone, he struggled to keep those teeth away from his neck as he scrambled for his dagger and swung hard, catching the creature in the side and watching it dissolve into nothing more than vapour and dust.

At that same moment, the door between the cars slid open and the lights flickered back to life as someone stepped through just in time to see the end of the fight.

Date: 2017-06-23 01:05 am (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (projecting)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Em crouched against the side of a stone monument, a bloodied iron rod gripped in one hand, a tarot card in the other, trying to stay unnoticed by the mob of dark creatures skittering from bush to tree. Her eyes were frosted over white as she channeled her powers, but she could see her targets just fine.

Into their midst on a cartoony cute pony rode Hello Kitty's friend My Melody in a black hood and carrying a rose and a scythe. One of the creatures leaped for the tiny bunny, but with one swing of the scythe it fell dead to the ground and turned to dust. And two more shortly after.

Em looked like she might be sick, paler than usual, but the bunny didn't stop, its scythe moving in steady arcs, cutting through the evil fae as quickly as possible. There were too many, though, and they got closer to Em every moment. By inches, but closer.

Date: 2017-06-27 01:45 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pixiesweat
Manuel could tell something bad was happening. He could feel the magic in the air, and it felt wrong, and sick. Anyone who valued their wellbeing would stay as far away from it as possible, but Manuel wasn’t one of those people, and he’d been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time.

Anyone who walked out into a fae war like this one was almost certain to get killed. And it was in that hope that he left his flat, heading out into the city with a strange resoluteness he’d never felt before in his life.

At first the streets were eerily empty and silent. He walked in no particular direction, knowing that he’d find the source of the magic soon enough. It wasn’t long before he rounded a corner and a Milesian stepped out of the shadows in front of him.

He froze. He hadn’t expected to see anything so terrifying. His fear and determination twisted together and somehow turned to awe.

It was moving closer. He stood, looking it in the eye and waiting.


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