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"Lucien? What did I tell you about running off on your own?"

Somewhat unsurprisingly, his son didn't answer him with more than a grin. And a splash, once Claude had drawn closer.

Leave it to any child of his to throw off his nice new boots just to stick his feet in the first likely looking stream that came along.

It wasn't even as if they'd gone that far out of town, but away from the roads, from the other sorcer-sorts and Aethies, even the breeze felt calmer, though it had hardly caught to much all the while they'd been walking. Claude being glad they had any at all, as hot as it had been the past few days.

The storm the night before had left lacy scatters of twigs and leaves and knocked down spider webs. Clean and still damp, the leaves overhead and tangled in the grass, they looked pieces of stained glass. And the trees, when they nodded, they sounded clear as harp strings with nothing else to cut the sound.

Out of farmland use and the whiles of any humans at all, the stream had been left so clear, so delicious looking. Just begging for some little blond imp of a boy to come along and kick his heels in it.

Well, one already had. Claude didn't bother with another sigh. He pulled his shoes off and laid them in the stones at his side, stretching lazy as he reached his own toes towards the glittering surface.

And promptly jerked back with a yelp. "Child of mine? That's /cold/."

"I know," said Lucien. "I think it feels nice."

"Maybe if you're part bear. I've always halfway figured, you know."

They had some teasing hums between them and Claude crossed his legs, feet now on the warm pebbles along the bank where they damnwell belonged.

"I think I got that from your side of the family," his son suggested after a while. "Anyway, why do you think it's like that? I don't hear anybody around."

"That wasn't tagging along?"

"Well..." The boy knitted his fingers in his hair, tugging himself a wingtip curl along his temple. "I think I'd only notice Nene if she was /gone/."

"And as for our new friends?"

"They couldn't have gone far. They know we have candy." To which, he nodded. Ever so sure of himself.

Ah, children. Children had gotten him this far with their self-assured beings. And children had found him what was really a rather strange clearing on closer inspection. The stream wore deeper through some places in the grass than others, showing shifts of rock, glints of moss and tree roots sneaking by. It divided the clearing just about cleanly in half.

Besides, on the edge of the forest easing back into being, a great, old ash stood.

Covered in tiny flowers. Pink and violet and hints of white. All of them, growing in streaks as if the bark had long ago turned to soil, though the tree seemed healthy and strong otherwise.

Besides.

"Papa," said Lucian, voice hushed. "There aren't any birds here, are there?"

"No," Claude answered after a moment. "It's just you and I and /a bunch of stinkers who ran off from us/."

"Oh, so that doesn't include me?"

"Child of mine."

They had a few more hums, there in the quiet of the clearing.

There, before something very strange and very faint began to creep along Claude's Aether lines.

It felt like being tickled almost. Anyway, it made him smile. Lucien too.

And next, there his son darted off again, racing over the grass and into the middle of the clearing, where he stood staring into the sky and whistling. Expecting a giant Gust to come sailing down in the form of a giant bird? It might just be that.

Welcome!

Note that anything your characters do in the clearing may result in posts back of things happening around them, even if these aren't exactly invited. Something's lurking around here, and it wants a snack!

Feel free to bring your own fairies, ghosts, mages and seriously confused regular people.

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Comment to talk to Claude.

Comment to talk to Lucien.

Comment to do fun things to the ash tree. Hey, is it just Lucien, or did it just giggle?

Well. This was... not where she was expecting to be.

Hesitantly, Joanna stepped out across the grass. She was meant to be in her apartment. Thank goodness she'd been out and had her hijab, at least-- if she'd arrived here all uncovered she didn't know what she would do. Besides panic.

At least she was not panicking. There was that.

He had decided to go for a walk instead of riding and found himself walking next to the stream that would eventually become the river that flowed through the country that he ruled. However, as he continued down the stream, Kostya frowned as he noticed that the landscape had changed somehow.

His feet eventually led him to a clearing and he noticed a man standing by the river watching over a young child playing in the stream. He was tempted to ask one of them where he was, but he was very hesitant to trust any strangers as he was now sure that he was no longer in Vaelan as he could no longer feel the presence of it's resident land-spirit.

Oh. Oh.

Setsuko had been swimming out of the lagoon, near a beach where many land-human trinkets washed up. There was a cave where she kept the ones she liked; after all, if she swam back with them to the palace, Yuyan or one of the other servants might get suspicious and tell Mother.

When I am queen, she had promised herself, we will be able to go to and from the surface as we please.

But this was no beach, and the water here was shallow and cold, so cold. Instead of sand fluffy green seaweed (landweed?) grew all around, and further off she saw what looked like brown coral with odd green growth. One large one even had pink and violet flowers all over its trunk.

And oh, there were land-humans everywhere, but unlike the few friends she had made, she had no idea if they were friendly or not.

Setsuko concealed her tail in the stream, and waited.

(OOC: Mermaid Setsuko is pretty much like original Setsuko, but with a lilac blue tail, sharp teeth, and fins at her elbows. She's wearing a short strapless flowing tunic that ends at her hips. She can probably come up on land, although she'll need to drink or otherwise stay hydrated.)

It was supposed to be her day off.

Well, when had she ever taken a real break, anyway?

She'd truly meant to go to the park and relax; it reminded her of when she was a kid running around and discovering what she could do--not that what she could do at twelve was the same as what she could do now.

So at first she'd thought the smell was her imagination, nostalgia taking over. Then she remembered she'd only been able to smell magic since she was eighteen. That wasn't nostalgia. There was something strange here.

She heaved a large sigh, patted her pocket to make sure she had her athame and boline--she didn't have her whole kit, but she wasn't about to go anywhere without some tools, even if she was supposed to be relaxing--and started to follow the smell, pace measured and all senses on alert for anything strange. Anything else strange.

Edited 2013-05-16 17:07 (UTC)

"Oh," Yan said blandly. "This again." As if being whisked off into other worlds was an everyday occurrence for her and not at all unsettling. (Then again, to Conall, Yan found very few things to be unsettling.)

He tightened his fingers around her hand. "Do you know where we are?" he asked.

"No," Yan replied, still unconcerned. "But don't worry, this time we're together, and I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Well, there was that, at least.

In all honesty, stepping into a clearing in the woods when he was expecting a cheap motel's parking lot was far from the strangest experience he'd ever had. Or even a unique one, exactly--though usually when he ended up suddenly in a place he wasn't supposed to, he didn't remember where he was supposed to be. He retained full possession of all of his memories this time, strangely enough. Not that that really made this any better.

It was a nice enough clearing, at least. Nicer than most, even--the stream was clean and clear, with a small child playing in it. And yet...

Perhaps because it was such a strange thing to happen--even for him--he couldn't help but feel there was something not entirely natural about this clearing.

The first thing Taz noticed was that, after kicking her door open behind her, her foot didn't land on wood.

She pulled back from Dallu to take a look around--a clearing, a lot of confused-looking people hanging around, a little stream. Not her cabin.

"Well. This is a mite disappointin'," she said, reluctantly pulling her shirt back over her shoulders.

"That's a word for it," Dallu said, with a faint sigh.

"Don't suppose you've any idea what happened?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Other than disappointment."

She matched his wry smile with one of his own. "Well, one way to find out. Shall we explore?"

He grinned and took her hand.

Isshiri was more excited than anything else when playing-hide-and-seek with Kira and climbing into a trunk at the foot of Riluke's bed somehow dropped him into a shiny new place, with a whole river in it. Fast as he could--he wasn't quite steady yet, on the pretend leg--he made his way over to it and the ground was squishy and it was the amazingest thing ever.

Oh, there were other people. That could be fun, too.

"I didn't think we would ever get that one." Albert walked down the hall to the exit as Susie floated by his side.

She nodded. "That ghost was a tricky one. Good thing I could talk him down before he did anything reckless."

"Me too, but now we can leave and finally start our weekend."

"Or your date with Chris."

"Ha, ha"

Susie grinned as Albert shook his head and opened the door to a clearing not to the busy streets of Amulet. He sighed. He walked into the same thing as before, another world he had no idea what was going on.

"Not again." Susie sighed.

At least he wasn't alone this time.

(OOC: A little note Albert is a Necromancer that has the power to move dead bodies, control them, and release them once he's done. He can talk to ghosts and has access to the afterlife. Susie is a ghost and works together with him something that is common in Amulet.)

Edited 2013-05-16 21:34 (UTC)

"No, Dad, I'm doing fine," Rachel said, tucking her cell phone under her ear and shifting her groceries to dig out the keys to her apartment building. "Seriously. ...no I'm not pining! I make bad relationship choices, I know that, but please realize that I dumped him?... yeah, call Tyler and try that shit on him." She laughed at her dad's response to that, which was short and unprintable. "Thought so. Hey, did you get my email about Thanksgiving?" She shoved the door open and went inside.

Her dad's voice cut off mid-transmission. Rachel would have been annoyed if she hadn't just turned up in a grove.

"Holy shit," she said, and dropped her groceries.

The guy sitting next to her at the bar was broadcasting his thoughts so loudly, Maria actually felt the need to shield herself. He was unSkilled, which didn't quite explain it; most people had basic mental shields no matter their magical capability. Surface thoughts were one thing; this was simply obnoxious.

It was just a shame he wasn't her type. Annoying, yes, but neither cheating nor a criminal. She'd have to find someone else to kill; maybe the bar across the street would have better prospects.

Standing, she smiled politely at the bartender and left a generous tip for her drinks--non-alcoholic, of course, since she was working--and headed for the door.

As soon as she left, she stopped suddenly. This was not the street.

At least it wasn't a college this time, she supposed.

(OOC: Magic AU!Maria, because yay serial killers who are also powerful telepaths. If your character has any shielding ability, let me know, otherwise she's going to be totally impolite and read minds as she sees fit.)

Edited (learn how to type, self) 2013-05-19 01:42 (UTC)

Nemo leapt down from his perch on the upper deck of Jenna. He meant to land neatly on the catwalk.

Instead, he landed neatly in soft soil.

He sniffed it, found it didn't smell like soil from any planet he'd been on, nor remotely like Jenna, and growled to himself. He could smell water nearby, though, and water was the whole reason he'd jumped down, so he stuck close to the trees as he padded toward the smell.

Nemo is about two and a half feet high at the shoulder and four feet from nose to the base of his tail. His tail is long, at least as long as his body. He's an orange mackerel tabby, and he only has one eye.

"May I take a break, baby?" Martina asked Teresa. She was growing stiff from the pose that she'd maintained for more than an hour since her last break.

Teresa nodded. "The light's not good now anyway. We can do more tomorrow."

"All right. Tell me when." Martina stood from the couch and twisted to stretch her lower back and hips. "Would you like some wine?"

Teresa grinned. "Yes please! Red."

"While you clean up, I'll get that for you."

Teresa nodded, already busy with her paints, and Martina walked toward the kitchen. She managed to resist looking at the portrait on her way.

The entry to the kitchen did not lead to the kitchen. It led to a forest clearing. Martina stopped dead and opened her mind. She couldn't pick up directly on any malice, despite the number of other people around, but there was something off that she couldn't quite identify.

This is Martina from the Magic AU.

Edited (au noting) 2013-05-19 02:24 (UTC)

Johnny had only gone to the great room to take a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. That was all. He had not gone far from the kitchen, where he was cooking dinner and where some of the wine was supposed to be added to the newly-browned chunks of stew beef. That was it.

It sure as fuck wasn't a whole fucking forest apart from his kitchen, but apparently one had appeared while he'd been crouched down checking labels.

By his foot, Ripley yipped at him. When he looked down, it was to see her stepping so fucking daintily that he had to try not to laugh. Fucking spoiled dog.

"C'mon, girl," he said to her as he started walking. He wouldn't figure out where he was by just standing in one spot.

Jack, at a loose end, gave up his hold on the ground and let himself bob gently up and down. Forget walking, this was much more comfortable. Though he would not let go his hold on the human form and puff back into his proper shape. It seemed as if everyone here was human, and it would be rude to distract from that pleasing symmtry.

Also, he liked being human, dark and sleekly handsome. Even if it was so much more limited-- no tail to curl around a sister's wrist or a lover's thigh. Hands, in comparison, were dull.

Janet used a thin book to fan herself. Of all the times for the air conditioning to go out, it had to choose now? It couldn't wait until they wouldn't need it? "I think I'm melting," she muttered to Alyce.

"Oh, honey." Alyce stood. "Do you want ice? Something cold to eat?"

"Let's go out for dinner," Janet suggested.

"At least it's not the power. Walking the stairs in this heat would suck."

"This heat already sucks," Janet corrected her.

"I think more for you than for me. It should start cooling down in a month or so, though."

Janet smiled wryly. "I think I'll be a human furnace by then. This kid better be worth it."

"Are you going to guilt-trip the poor thing every summer?" Alyce found her keys and stepped into her sandals, then returned to the couch to offer Janet her hand.

"Not every summer." Janet used her as leverage to get to her feet after sliding on her own sandals. "Starting in about thirteen years, though..."

Alyce laughed. "That's fair. Where do you want to eat?" She opened the door and followed her wife out.

Janet stopped dead two steps out the door. "Are you seeing this?"

Alyce stared around them. "If you're seeing a forest and a stream, then yes, I am."

"Well, at least I'm not crazy."

"I'm not going into a cycle. My powers are growing stronger because spring is near. The first day of spring is a Fae holiday, but that doesn't mean I get a free pass from work or other responsibilities. I know you and Bernard want me to take the day off. I can do that I just need to make sure everything is finished before I do." Orion pressed the cell phone against his cheek as he tidied up his room. He often forgot that outside of Eco no one knew about Fae holidays.

"I packed Chris's bag, he has everything he needs for the night at his grandparents." He put the books down on the nearest coffee table in his room. He picked up his bag of laundry and walked out the door into a field. He couldn't hear Alene's voice at the other end of the line. He closed his phone and put it in his pocket before he turned around to see the area he landed in.

Orion placed his laundry bag down by his feet and took off his shoes. It felt good to have grass underneath his feet.

He plopped down on the grass and looked around. "Well this is new."

(OOC: Orion is a Faerie who's powers are connected with Spring. He works with the Winchesters, but I haven't introduced him yet.)

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Host: Claude

Other Host: Lucien

The Ash Tree

Joanna

Kostya

Mermaid AU!Setsuko

Maggie

Conall and Yuyan

Simon