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Well then. A night that felt like the usual but yet...wasn't. Normally Nyx would have indulged in the sangria, the sweet ambrosia, but she felt as if she'd had enough already. It could have been the effects of tripping across planes on a rescue mission and everything was so hazy, like cotton, like swimming through molasses - she thought she knew why she was here, but did she really?

Tendrils of darkness followed her, like shadowy snakes, as she spotted...

"Titania!" she called, wiggling her way through a crowd of debauched people. Her dress wasn't of the short, bandage variety that was often her uniform but long and silky black, like she was wrapped in darkness itself. One of those shadowy fingers reached out and grabbed another patron, wrapping around him to yank him out of her way. No time for this. "...I know I saw Percival here."

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This was the best club ever, thought Percival as he wove through the crowd, bobbing to the beat of the music, head spinning and high on the energy. He'd have to tell Nyx when he saw her. Where was she? His brow furrowed a bit in confusion. Hadn't she entered the gate about when he did, following Titania? The confusion lasted but a few fleeting seconds. He was having too much fun to think about the wheres and whys of it all.

He eventually found himself back at the bar. Settling into a convenient spot, he looked up at the tv and grinned -- they were playing Knightriders. Absently he reached into the bowl of M&Ms that appeared as if by magic at his elbow.

Yep, best club ever.

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With a pleased smile, Titania watched as Nyx unconsciously used her returned powers to clear the puppets aside. At least one would be easy enough to pull from the grip of illusion. She lifted her hand to motion Nyx onwards, to hurry. Then she looked around again, grateful for the increased height of her true form; vain and proud of her other body, her Mishael figure, there was definitely something to be said for rising above being just a curvy little thing.

And there was her reward. Percival... With his hand deep in a bowl and a silly, contented smile on his face. Titania shook her head, unable to quite mask the amused smile that broke through her control. Then she twisted to signal for Nyx's attention again. "The bar," she called. "We have better things to do, my dear darkness."

With that, she strode towards the wayward knight's position. The crowd parted readily, bowing to her power and her knowing looks. They were but shadows, mere offenses. Reaching the knight, she set a long-fingered hand on his shoulder. "Sir Percival, young seeker, I think you've turned down the primrose path," she murmured directly into his ear.

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"There he is," she muttered, gliding toward where the jolly knight waited with...whatever he was amusing himself with. Candy? Usually, Nyx on the other plane of existence avoided M&M's - the dye was so revolting - but she too found herself slightly amused at the scene. Her wings, black as the night itself and catching the club lights slightly as if stars were embedded within them, were flat against her back as she approached via the cleared path - since Titania had forged one, why not use it?

Her chuckle was throaty and low at the remark. "I'm afraid I have to agree," she informed the knight. "You seem to be looking for trouble. First step, candy...next step?" Nyx's eyes glittered like onyx. "Complete debauchery."

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Percival turned and beamed at the two goddesses. "Titania, your majesty!" he greeted with a little bow of his head. "Nyx! Hi!" He withdrew his hand from the bowl of candy without taking any. "Wow, this place is great. A little debauchery is good." His grin widened. "You look fantastic, both of you do. So regal!"

His glamour-addled brain finally processed what Titania had said. "Wait a minute..." He frowned slightly, eyes flicking between the women. They were supposed to be doing something, weren't they? Something important. And this wasn't supposed to be Nyx's club. It was supposed to be...

"Oh no. This is wrong. Did I screw up?"

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"Not quite." Completely unable to resist, Titania leaned in to kiss Percival's cheek in a manner both near-patronizingly reassuring and borderline-horribly tempting. Contradiction suited a Fae Queen. "But I would suggest you remember what Mab and I told you all before we crossed the Gate. Drink nothing, eat nothing, accept nothing."

Her hand trailed over his shoulder. "Shouldn't we be looking for the children?"

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The children. The mention was suddenly a sledgehammer against Nyx's temple - she remembered, and yet the thought of rescue seemed so far away. She could only recall vague bits of fury and the way her blood boiled in her veins when she learned of how the situation - and how she ached for her own children as well. But they were gone. Not here.

"We should," she agreed, slender fingers curling around Percy's sleeve. Titania was quite tempting, whereas Nyx would simply yank him to his doom. But then again, perhaps not too fast - it might unsettle him, and they needed each other to be alert and focused.

Difficult to do when trapped in some sort of illusion that felt all too real, but they would endure.

"Which means the candy is off-limits." And so was the sangria, unfortunately. "However, I'm fairly certain the missing children are not here."

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"Oh my god, the children," Percival echoed. The outrage he'd felt when he heard what had happened washed over him again, cutting through the haze of the illusion he was immersed in. Even though they weren't his children, even though he didn't know the people whose children they were, he felt a responsibility to help.

Recoiling from the bowl of M&Ms as if it were poison, the knight grasped the hilt of his sword. The feel of the steel beneath his hand steadied him somewhat; it was cold and hard and real. He shook his head to try to further clear his mind, focusing on the physical contact of Titania and Nyx next to him. "How do we get out of here?"

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"Oh, it's horribly easy, terribly simple." Reaching forward, Titania pushed the bowl further from Percival, moving it neatly out of his line of sight completely. "It's as basic as the steps of a minuet, good knight. You only have to believe what you know and not what you see."

She drew back and settled her hand on his shoulder again. Gentle pressure encouraged him to turn. She stepped away but her hand continued to guide until he had slipped from the stool to stand. Then she moved her hand and pressed the tip of her index finger to his chest, just over his heart. She waited until he looked down before she smiled. "You and Nyx are going to help rescue the children. You will no longer lose yourself in the silly illusions of the Fae."

Titania looked over her shoulder at Nyx. "I think that you both should tell the hobgoblins to go jump in a lake now, dear. We've got miles to go before we sleep."

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"With pleasure, my dear Queen," Nyx replied in a throaty murmur, like aural silk, as a smile broke out across her face. Her teeth glittered just as the stars in her eyes did, and she spread her wings as if prepared to finally take flight. The tendrils of darkness clung to her closer, aching for her. Everything about what was black and desolate, part of the night, ached for their Mother.

She was ready to, as they say, blow this popsicle stand. Her wings stretched as she looked to and fro, willing herself to focus. "Upward?" And onward. "I can take a passenger or two."

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Percival gazed in wonder at Nyx's magnificent black wings. He then looked down at his own attire, noticing for the first time that he was clad in a chainmail hauberk beneath a red surcoat. This was no Fae illusion; this was who he really was.

"If you're sure," he nodded at Nyx. "This stuff adds a lot of weight." Silly statement, he realized immediately after he said it -- she was a goddess. He then turned to Titania and held out his hand. "Milady Queen?"

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"As if I could refuse?" Smiling lovely as a morning sunrise, Titania lay her hand in Percival's and allowed him to lead her towards Nyx. She was noticeably careful to stay on the side opposite his sword. Reaching the taller, darker woman, she inclined her head. "Just as far as the next stop," she added. "I have a feeling that some of the others might need a bit of a... kick."

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"Wherever you think is best. If we have to kick the others, then so be it," Nyx nodded, determination and strength rejuvenating her once more - the illusion involving decadence and hedonism had been tempting, of course, but their goal was clear: Rescue the children and return them to their rightful homes. That was what they all came to do, and that's what they would do. "Come along, my dears."

She took each of her companions by the hand, as the darkness began to pool around and above her - as if it was pulled from another otherworldly origin, creating a portal. Traveling this way was perfectly natural to her, and so was carrying passengers - when she had a good grip on the both of them, there was a rustle of her wings and they'd be lifted. Up into the darkness, quickly to their destination.

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As the darkness enveloped them like a shroud, Percival held on tightly to both Nyx's and Titania's hands. He felt himself being lifted up into the air and the illusion club faded below him. Focus, he thought. Remember why we're here. The beating of Nyx's wings helped his concentration. Up, up...

Before long he felt them begin to descend. "Where are we going to land?" he asked Titania. If anyone would know, she would. "The true Faerie realm?"

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