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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.

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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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"The true Faerie realm?" Titania repeated with the slightest hint of bemusement. "Where do you think we are, dearest? New Jersey? We've been in Faerie since we crossed the Gate. There is no true or false. It's all the same. In fact, this should be just as perfect as going further, milady Nyx."

Titania then fell quiet as the trio sank towards the ground. She continued to hold her tongue and her own counsel until her dainty feet rested on the familiar soil again. Then she sighed. "The children shouldn't be much further but, if I know the mischief of the Unseelie Court, it will be through thorns. I hope your iron is strong, Percival... And your will stronger, Nyx."