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Characters: Nyx, Percival, Titania, anyone else?
Date/Time: Midsummer 2013
Location: Somewhere in Faerie
Rating: Uncertain
Warnings: Probably nothing
Summary: A knight and an ancient goddess walk into an illusion bar...

She held her cell phone in her hand and looked down at it with a puzzled little frown. The music swirled around her; Friday nights at Grey Sky always featured the best tunes and the prettiest people. The distractions were enormous and tempting.

But she had amazing focus when she wanted and Titania only laughed when she finally managed to make out the words on the screen of her phone despite the dim and varied lighting. The missed message was from a director. A very famous director. A very famous director who was currently working on a new production of Wicked. Shaking her head, the brunette tossed the device over her shoulder with another musical laugh. She showed no surprise whatsoever when it dissolved into mist the moment it left her hand, never very solid in the first place.

"Silly, little idiots," she murmured. "Stupid, naughty creatures." Then she started towards the bar set along one wall with quick steps. To anyone watching, she would have appeared to be dancing. To anyone really watching, they would have run the other way. Queen Titania, ruler of the Seelie Court, blossom of the Fae... And currently far more annoyed by illusory antics than impressed. The naughty, naughty inhabitants of this plane had taken something that didn't belong to them.

Not strictly unusual but, when the stolen children belonged to people she more or less liked and, perhaps more to the point, how dare they move against a queen? Any queen. They would pay dearly for this.

First, though... Ah, yes. There. Percival and Nyx.

Threaded | Flat

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."