Flight of Fan-cy-fare

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For the first time in a long, long while, the low beat of George’s drums rang out, bouncing along the walls of the mountain and creating the slightest echo. Though it was fairly cool out, the sun shown brightly, and the soot colored sands soaked up the warmth of the sun eagerly, though the dried pieces of undergrowth did not seem to need the light very much. Lapis Lake hardly seemed to move at all, the surface clear, glass-like.

Ren sat atop a smoothed out flat rock, looking down at the mound of sand that she’d help make-shift into a nest. Her casual clothing felt light compared to her armor, but she was starting to enjoy the weightlessness. A life full of purpose compared to this life that was so...not, well, honestly, at first it was pretty difficult. But this feeling of being loose, she could get used to it. She already had. Freedom was beginning to feel a lot sweeter than duty.

Ren set her knife down as she peeled back the last strip of meat, reaching forward with her long arms and setting it on a table that she had set up. The Dusk Firelizard had perched herself at the far end, faceted eyes glimmering as she tilted her head, sizing up the piles of meat separated out neatly, organized by size. Loosening up hadn’t completely beaten out Ren military training, not yet.

As the turian stood up, the Dusk Firelizard took to the air, humming and chirping as George’s drumbeats continued to sound out. She was a young mother and ready to take on any sort of mischief that anyone wanted to bring to her fifteen eggs, each of them twitching and shaking ever so slightly, as if the very warmth of the sand was beckoning them to come out and stretch their small wings.

“Guess it’s about to begin,” Ren muttered, half in anticipation and half in nervousness. She wasn’t the type to get nervous, not really, but she’d never done something like this before. And knowing what it felt like to bond to the few shinies that she had back at home, well, it was kind of important, wasn’t it? She leaned back against the rock, arms crossed, ya’know, all casual-like as the Dusk continued to loop around in the air, occasionally casting a reflection of deep blues and purples onto the lake's surface.

What sort of people, or not people, dotted around the Weyrd now?

14/15 Firelizards
1/1 Dawn
2/2 Firestorm
1/1 Tsunami
1/1 Quake
2/2 Noon
2/2 Glacier
1/1 Midnight
1/2 Cyclone
3/3 Solstice

Dawn Xia -- Alice
Firestorm Sol -- Ophyra
Firestorm Altan -- Thane Hampden
Tsunami Beau -- Leonard
Quake Apache -- Meow Mix
Noon Rise -- Danu
Noon Diva -- Leonard
Glacier Solum -- Clarence
Glacier Ari -- Alice
Midnight Andromeda -- Ophyra
Cyclone Craic -- Danu
Cyclone -- WILD
Solstice Disco -- Meow Mix
Solstice Techno -- Meow Mix
Solstice Aisha -- Leonard


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Danu, Ophyra, Alice, Meow Mix, Father, Thane, Leonard, Chase, Helen, Aurelir

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Friday, November 10th, with some love sprinkled in between <3


Rules

• Follow the site rules, even though they are being edited! Basically, don’t be a jerk.
• Posting format from me will be about once a week, with a few posts in between wherever necessary.
• Feel free to take food, approach the eggs, Ren, or the momma. Do whatever you want!
• Just wanted to note, the bonding is this large in honor of it being the first bonding of New!Whazzit. :)
• I think that’s good, for now. Feel free to PM me if you have any questions! This is meant to be a light and fun bonding so no tricks over here!
• *Feel free to socialize as much as you want in between my posts!
• *Note: This isn't a rule really, so, I am not taking preferences. At all. Don't tell me which Flitt you want, show me!
• **FOR NOW, please, one character per person. The point of the large bonding is so that everyone gets a chance for a Flitt. As I will probably not close this for a few weeks, for the time being, please only bring one character per player, just to be sure. In a few weeks if it looks like it's fine I may open it up.

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The Little One
The smallest egg, this azure egg looks like different strokes of the sea.
HATCHED to the Bending in the Wind Cyclone

The appearance of this Cyclone is confusing, because his hide is just dominated with different shades of grey and faded brown. The thing is, every single shade is just as dominant as the next, making for a bold smattering of crisscrosses and slashes. It's hard to tell if there's any sort of set pattern to his appearance, because there really genuinely is none. Size-wise, he's pretty average for a Cyclone.

Initially he seems like an agreeable fellow, happy to go with the flow, keeping his eyes peeled for an opportunity. And opportunist he is. Despite what people may think, what with his short attention span and all, Craic is very aware of his surroundings. He needs to know when the next chance to take something is. And while he doesn't exactly mean to always get into trouble...it just seems to come easily with what he's interested in. And while he doesn't mean to make Danu's life more difficult, he isn't exactly going to make it easier, not one bit. And his assertive need to take things makes him a bit of a...kleptomaniac. As in, prepare to find a myriad of items that were taken, only to be dropped because he has lost interest. He is always looking for new adventures, new projects, new chances. And while he does like to take, it doesn't mean that he's above sharing. He'd be happy to have Danu come along and join him. In fact, while this whole bonding business is definitely great for he's perhaps even inclined to give her things sometimes. After all, that's what symbiosis was, right? He make like things but he's no parasite. In general he's pretty easy to get along with, and while he'll always take advantage of situations that he's in, he'll never take advantage of an individual. It's juts not really his style.
Bonded! Craic the Cyclone to Danu!

The Cracked One
An egg that seems to have a crack splintering at the top of its shell. It's made up of a smattering of blues and reds, not seeming to have any sort of pattern at all.
HATCHED to the Little Bit of Mercy Glacier

Though he was smaller in size as a hatchling, this Glacier will eventually fill out and be an average size when he's older. The colors of his hide are incredibly difficult to distinguish from each other, as he's overall incredibly pale. He is mostly white, with large swirls of a blue that is so pale that it is only visible under bright light.

Solum is perhaps one of the mellowest Firelizards that anyone would ever see. He enjoys the quiet, he enjoys his solitude, away from friends, family, even his bonded, and will try to regulate how much interaction he has with others. Though he may appear a bit grumpy on the surface, he is actually sharply observant. He is often keenly aware of the emotions of the people around him, and is surprisingly empathetic. He tries to keep himself as in tune with Father Clarence as he can possibly be, and will often have mood swings in accordance to how his bonded is feeling. During Clarence's highs he might be a bit more perky, during his lows, he might scarcely be found. In any case, Solum has the ability to sense when those around him are feeling good or feeling bad, and while he doesn't particularly want to make it his business to make every dang thing around him happier, he will often feel a slight bit of responsibility (a responsibility that he sort of disdains, honestly) to make them feel better. Just expect that after loads of interaction, he might disappear somewhere for a few hours, or days, maybe. While he won't go around trying to solve anyone's problems, for whatever reason, it seems like he's prone to having those very problems simply fall right into his lap. Because the universe seems to prefer to keep him busy rather than happy. He won't ever really snap at anyone though, just sort of sigh, groan, and go about his business. Or help, sometimes help.
Bond! Solum the Glacier to Clarence!

The Round One
This egg is a little bit oddly shaped. Mostly pink with a green circle on one side and a maroon circle on the other, this egg seems more spherical than egg-shaped.
HATCHED to the Get Going Noon

With a mix of pale yellows and oranges dominating a majority of her body, this lovely lady may seem rather uniform in color upon first glance, only to be something of a cloud of many subtly different shades puffed all about her. She isn't the largest or smallest of her kind, though the way she carries herself makes her seem much bigger than she really is.

This Noon is a go-getter. She's more than willing to take charge and take action, stepping up to get things done when no one else will. Rather than caring about things going her way, she is more about making sure to step up to the plate when inevitably no one else will. She has especially high expectations of Danu, her bonded, because her bonded is supposed to make her feel great, right? Though her motives aren't always selfish, not even remotely. She is the first to volunteer to do things, she is the first to want to sort out an argument (though want and succeed are often starkly different things), and she will be the absolute last being to ever back down from a dare. Pride swells in her, like a balloon, and where there's a balloon, there is surely something prickly enough to pop it. Beneath all of her strengthened armor is a Noon who is afraid of showing a single sign of weakness. And though her initial reaction of you breaking down any of her walls might be to lash out, it is merely a mask to hide a fear of disappointing not only herself, but those around her, and especially her bonded. Acceptance is something she struggles with, often finding situations to be black and white rather than shades of grey. And when she encounters a situation that she cannot understand or handle, well, she'd rather avoid it than risk failure, any day of the week.
Bond! Rise the Noon to Danu!

The Tall One
This egg seems a little bit longer and thinner than most of the other eggs. It has an odd mix of greens and reds spots.
HATCHED to the Dancing on My Faults Quake

With bits of patchwork all over his hide of different shades of brown and cracks of a deep green like splits in the ground, this Quake will grow to be rather average in size compared to there rest of his rank. His body is fluid and flexible, though it might not seem like it because he would blend right in with a forest floor, despite the fact that he is constantly in motion. He keeps an overall lean build, more interested in moving around than eating anyway.

This Quake tends to prefer being up in the air instead of staying on the ground. He'll fly whenever he can, only resting, more or less, when he's asleep. He's become quite the agile flyer, looping between all of Meow Mix's strange creations. He's naturally inquisitive, always willing to explore and happy to explore new places and find new things. Though his first and foremost love has always been taking to the skies and flying around, he's always willing to be Meow Mix's happy helper. He'll always have genuine curiosities for things, big and small. He loves watching little things become big things, and even bigger things, taking on function. He is obsessed with the very concept of motion, especially happy to watch as his bonded's creations come to life. He is generally easy to please, often happy so long as those that are around him are happy, so long as his needs, especially his movement needs, are met. He also has a hard time giving up, keeping up with things with a seemingly uncharacteristic stubbornness that might be hard to manage. He'll try a trick again and again, no matter the danger, no matter the mistakes, because the action itself is more often not more rewarding than the end goal. And of course, he eagerly awaits the day (no matter how soon or not soon it comes) that he can fly right beside his bonded, and teach him excitedly all of the things that he knows, and that he has yet to know, too.
Bonded! Apache the Quake to Meow Mix


The Colorless One
Snuggled right up against The Colorful One and similar in size, this egg is just ringed with different shades of grey, not a single color on its shell.
HATCHED to the Do You Love the Colors of the Sky Solstice

The different colors that swirl over this little lady's hide are exquisitely bright, representing the clearest days, no matter what time of day it is. She is more saturated of the twins and more solidly built. She will have the edge in endurance over finesse, though she is still a dainty and pretty thing. The pale pinks and purples of the dawn will often linger crossing over parts of her shoulders and the upper parts of her legs.

This Solstice may be a bright ball of color, but she has a calm and sweet demeanor. She has an extremely close connection with her twin sister, one that values more than almost anything else, though Meow Mix is of course a very close second (possibly tied for first some day). She often relies on her sister for emotional support, being possibly a bit fragile when it comes to facing stressful or difficult times. She is prone to shut down when overwhelmed, and enjoys the company of others purely so that she does not need to face situations alone. Because of this, she is often friendly, if a little bit shy, quiet when it comes to making much noise, but despairing when she's ever truly alone. She also gets a bit nervous when she isn't close to her twin or Meow Mix or any other shiny or humanoid that she might develop a close connection to. And while her passive personality might make it difficult for her to cast a wide net and make a lot of friends (though she's just so darn nice that maybe it won't be too hard), she cherishes every one of her close connections and values them over all else. She has a great admiration for her sister and has a small, whispering part of her that wishes she could be as confident or strong as she is. Though they are quite small, there are small blips of holes in her confidence, making her more down to back down and hide in a confrontational situation. She'd much, much rather keep the peace.
Bond! Disco the Solstice to Meow Mix!

The Colorful One
Nestled right up against The Colorless One and similar in size, this egg is ringed with bright colors, greens, pinks, purples, blues, yellows, all blended together like tie-dye.
HATCHED to the Which One Solstice

The colors that swirl over this lady's hide are bright, but not quite as saturated as those of her sister, representing clear days with maybe just a hint of clouds that mask the full potential that colors may have. She is lithe, graceful, able to fit in small places and is rather flexible. The darker purples and blues of twilight wrap along her neck and around her tail, never seeming to fully fade away no matter what time of day it might be.

Definitely the slightly more dominant twin, this Solstice has always felt the need to make sure her sister is okay. This desire sort of extends to all of those around her, but the bond that she has with her twin is so close that she is absolutely protective over her (and just TRY to mess with Mixie, for that matter). She is quiet, keeping to herself (and her twin) and away from other soften, but she also has an intense need for support, though she tries much harder not to show it. She is intensely afraid of pushing other people away, but will consistently put up a strong front to act as her twin's shield. Though she's relatively friendly to anyone, she will often behave a bit irrationally when she feels that her sister is threatened, or the relationship with her sister is threatened. She is a bit prone to lashing out or clamming up, or reacting just badly when she doesn't know what the proper reaction should be. Alone she will seem to be normal, but will often be anxious locked deep down under many layers. And while she would never desire to lose the relationships she has, she does not care nearly as much as her sister does to find many more, she does have a will to be an independent being. Not one where she's some cool lone wolf or anything, no. Just her own separate being, outside of being a twin. Not just for her sister, but for herself. And for Meow Mix.
Bond! Techno the Solstice to Meow Mix!

The Twitchy One
This one seems to be constantly moving, vibrating. It's blue with bold zigzags of red, purple, and yellow. Or maybe they're straight lines and the egg is juts moving that much.
HATCHED to the Before and After Noon

A bright, bright yellow, with tiny flecks of orange around her toes, even some over her muzzle akin to freckles, this little Noon is actually quite large for her rank. She's strong too, though she is still lean, with her muscles able to push through things that one might not really expect.

This Noon knows exactly what she wants, how she wants it, and how to get it. She does not take the orders of others very easily, often believing that her methods or ways are just, ya'know. Better. She loves sending images, telepathically, believing it to be the most straight forward way of communicating anything directly, and has a bit of a problem when it comes to boundaries. She has a hard time putting herself in the paws of those around her, assuming the way that she feels about things is often just the way that everyone feels and the way that everyone should feel. It is extremely difficult to tell her that she is wrong, because she rarely ever thinks that she is wrong, but once the realization clicks into place, she will absolutely accept it. The only thing worse than being wrong is continuing to be wrong because you were too stupid to accept what was right. She's surprisingly not very stubborn about aspects of life that she does not directly want herself. Ebbing with a confidence that is honestly more charming than arrogant, this Noon loves being cared for, and is confident that she chose absolutely correctly with Leonard. She gravitates towards the generous, gracing them with her presence. She also gravitates towards the luxurious, preferring to be comfortable and pretty than live any sort of downtrodden way. And while she does often believe that she thinks in a way that is best for everyone, she certainly does not look down upon others. When she doesn't have her mind set to something, she frequently enjoys suggestions of others.
Bond! Diva the Noon to Leonard!

The Quiet One
And then there's the egg that is hardly moving at all. A smooth gradient of lime green to a sort of swampy mixture into purple, this egg might be hard to notice.
HATCHED to the Moonless Midnight

A self-declared runt-of-the-litter (if she could talk), this lovely lady looks as if she's purely black, aside from eyes, which are big and as doe-y as a firelizard's eyes could be. She does have a small streak of white on her underbelly, like a comet across the midnight sky, and will often try to shrink herself as small as possible, to try to blend in or something.

If there is anything that this Midnight hates more than anything, it's being the center of attention. Heck, she doesn't even want to be sort-of-off-to-the-side attention. It's not that she dislikes being with other people, if it's the right person, like Ophyra, she actually enjoys it. There's just some part of her that knows that having any attention on her means that there are expectations, and expectations make her anxious. A lot of things make her anxious, actually, which probably doesn't come to a surprise to anyone. Though she may seem like something of a jittery mess, underneath all of the nerves and the bluster, underneath is a thoughtful girl. While she knows that her shyness does have a spot of selfishness, sometimes. And while she does know deep down somewhere that she's supposed to try to improve herself, be braver, the thought of change is just pretty darn scary. While her connection with Ophyra is very much rooted in her seeking her bonded's protection, maybe with just a tiny push and shove, Andromeda will find the courage and experience the world in a way that is beyond it being a frightening place.
Bonded! Andromeda the Midnight to Ophyra!

The Sandy One
This egg is blue with molten cracks of orange splattered throughout the shell. Somehow, it's gotten dusts of black sand stuck all over it.
HATCHED to the Mystery in its Entirety Dawn

A beautiful gradient of pinks, oranges, yellows, and blues, just as a sunrise might appear on a calm, lazy morning, this Dawn is a bit petite for her rank, though her hide is often spotless because she is able to take good care of herself.

Every memory is a treasure for this Dawn. She more than many others seems to be absolutely aware that she is just a speck in the universe, not even a speck, and she finds that very fact absolutely amazing. She has no desire to be the at the top or to be the best, she simply wants to experience and learn. She firmly believes that there is no limit to what can be done (reasonably, anyway), and will have a nonstop drive for adventure and action. Any minute wasted is a minute lost in discovering more. Despite her constant movement, she also feels a deep responsibility to others. She's very good at detaching herself, never comparing her own talents to those of others, and because of it, she can be incredibly encouraging. She does feel some of the pressures to be a leader, though she doesn't mind it very much, but ultimately she has a strong desire to better herself above all others. Though her attitude of being a gear that is ever turning might get exhausting, this Dawn knows her limits, how else would she know that she needs to push past them? She'll also be sure to monitor the limits of those around her, after all, what good is exploring the world if she had no one to explore it with? She admires Alice greatly, loving every bit of the depth of knowledge that her bonded has. She sees Alice as her equal, a partner whom she respects and cherishes, one who she feels more than ready to take on the world, no, the universe together.
Bond! Xia the Dawn to Alice!

The Heavy One
This egg is split down the middle, red one one side and blue on the other. Though it isn't particularly large, it's for some reason, much heavier than the others.
HATCHED to the Home Is Where the Hearth Is Firestorm

With strong a bright red dominating his hide, flickers of orange and pale yellow licking at some of his edges and a smoky grey clouding his underbelly and slashing across his muzzle, this Firelizard is by a fair bit, the largest of his entire clutch. Maybe a bit thick, he appears extremely sturdy and hard to knock over.

This Firestorm is a force. He's nothing but friendly and fun! with an exclamation point. He doesn't really know how to tone himself down, be less of who he is, and why should he want to be less than what he is! He is happy and encouraging, often vocally so, and will chatter away with you in a good natured matter, laughing at your jokes and his own. He's the friend that everyone wants to have, a little too present, but always a home. He loves being around the company of others, and will follow the group around so that he can be surrounded by the most bodies whenever possible. And while he always has good intentions, his methods might be a bit misguided. He is forceful after all, and will usually not back down unless he is explicitly made to back down. And while he's a happy-go-lucky sort, he has his pride. He always believes that the best way to guide and encourage others is to be a good example yourself. He will always strive to be the very best that he can be so others can learn from watching him! And with a little bit of a try, try, try, and try again attitude, he will always be the one jumping right back up every time he falls down. Better yet, he will always be the one extending a heavy paw, or a wing or a tail, to pick up the others that fall around him, too. Especially Ophyra and his Midnight sister. He's made it a mission of his to be the fire that burns brightly besides the elf, whether she wants it or not!
Bond! Sol the Firestorm to Ophyra!

The Solo One
This egg is sort of off on its own. A mostly pink and red blended egg with a teal cap on it, this egg somehow rolled out of the nest and is sitting on its own.
HATCHED to the Flicker of Melted Ice Glacier

Always a moving bit of jitters, it's hard to tell what this Glacier looks like because he always seems to be a blur. He's brighter than most Glaciers, bold streaks of light cyan blues intermingling with glittery whites.

Impulsive is the best way to describe this Firelizard. He does not look, at all, he doesn't even leap. He dives. Once he goes in on something, he has an incredible bullheadedness that will keep him going at it. He's especially interested in aerial acrobatics or showing off physical prowess in general. Though it might be partly out of stupid bravery, he is surprisingly pretty good at learning how to do things if he goes at it enough. The only problem is keeping his attention in one place for a long period of time. It's difficult to pin down what exactly his interests are (besides the general "moving") because so many different things catch his eye, that shiny rock over there, that moving bird in the sky, wait no, the cloud! When something bores him, it'll drop completely away from memory as he latches onto the next thing. He is also keen on adventure, though his heavily distracted mind will more often than not lead him astray time and time again. And while it may be difficult to sit him down and have a conversation (or something), the Glacier does enjoy being praised and admired at the end of the day. He recognizes general good, happy feelings, but will take off into the wind before he can really figure out what it is that makes him happy. What he DOES know is that Alice tingled a warmth inside of him, and she is something(one, rather) that he has latched onto. That, and the fact that she can turn INTO ANYTHING makes her the only constant in his mind.
Bond! Ari the Glacier to Alice!

The Hidden One
There's one egg that you can barely see buried beneath the others. Wonder what it looks like...
HATCHED to the A Part of the Ocean Tsunami

This Tsunami is large, colored a deep blue with cracks of bright cyans that border white, like the way that water bobs and reflects when piercing through moving water, though with the way this Tsunami likes to relax, there isn't much movement.

There are two things that this Tsunami likes to do, and that is to bask in the sun and relax, two activities that often go hand-in-hand. He has a distinct and amazing ability to block out the world around him, whether it's intentional or not, and just focus on the pleasantness of life. It is incredibly difficult to get him down, in fact, his generally positive attitude is downright infectious at times. He is very friendly and not afraid to be his plane old weird self around the people surrounding him. He is unbothered by most things, enjoying being alone as being surrounded by others, enjoying conversation as much as silence, only barely preferring the day over night (because of the sun). The one thing he really doesn't like is the cold, and even then, he'll seem more neutral than unpleasant. He naturally wants to keep the others around him as relaxed and pleasant as he's generally feeling, and will often try to make others feel good and happy so that his atmosphere is unmarred. The downside to all of this, of course, is that he is often lazy, and some might question if he actually knows how to fly sometimes. And oh god, Leonard, has he eaten because anyone could swear that they've seen the him sitting there on that rock in that exact position for the last three days!
Bond! Beau the Tsunami to Leonard!


The Oblong One
Is this one even remotely shaped like an egg? A bit lumpy and wider in the middle than the ends, this egg looks like someone took a bunch of different patchwork of colors sewed together to make one odd quilt of a shell.
HATCHED to the Adjust the Sails Cyclone
This Cyclone has taught himself to be absolutely adaptable. As luxurious or cushy his life might end up being, he is always prepared. He never turns down food, is not wasteful, and will spring at opportunities to his general wellbeing.
WILD

The Smooth One
The buttery purple gradient of the egg just reflects how unflawed the shell is.
HATCHED to the Friendship Caught Firestorm

As most Firestorms are, this guy is the definition of bright and beautiful. His body is cloaked in bright yellows, oranges flaring across his wings and reds licking at his belly. Only his tail is brushed with bits of grey.

This Firestorm does not mind being away from the center of attention. In fact, he enjoys more than anything else being a support system for others. He is the coals kindling at the bottom of a fire, always there to reignite the happiness or warmth that others feel. He's perfectly happy being the spotlight rather than being in the spotlight, and is always more than willing to take a backseat, in fact, he insists. Though he has a bit of difficulty making friends and socializing, some mix between awkward shyness and never knowing what to say or how to find common ground, he is absolutely content with the companionship of Thane. Though he's not particularly bold, this Firestorm has something in him that is courageous, not backing down in the face of danger or fear. He'll often tackle problems that are bigger than he can handle, but will often get the assistance or find a way to tackle each issue that is thrown his way. He is also rather intelligent and logical, though he doesn't overstate his intelligence in any way, because he doesn't really want the story to be about him. It'll take some guidance, but hopefully Thane can get the Firestorm to see himself as an equal, and coax him out of this shell of discomfort that he has built around himself for not much reason at all.
Bond! Altan the Firestorm to Thane!

The Shiny One
The greens of this egg look almost shiny, reflecting the warm sun a bit more than the others.
HATCHED to the Glitter is My Makeup of Choice Solstice

Though she doesn't have a twin, this Solstice is by far the brightest and most colorful of the bunch. Though she takes on whatever coloring of the day, she tends towards bright colors, sunbursts of yellow and highlighter orange at noon, creeping into deep purples and royal blues at twilight, clutters of pale stars on a thinly blue at midnight, and blushing with saturated pinks and yellow at dawn. Throughout the day, her mismatches tend towards her limbs, often discolored but most frequently discolored towards her dawn colors. She's a smidge larger than most Solstice might be, but you can hardly tell from her looks, and can probably infer it from her personality.

This Solstice is a cluster of personalities that might not seem to match on paper. She's shy, she loves to be the center of attention, she's loud, tries to play it cool, but is easily excited. Though she does have a strong trace of diva in her, what this Solstice really wants deep down, is someone who is steady and someone who will give her love. She's seen a gentleness beneath the ruggedness that Leonard seems to have, and while she wants you to think that she's just out to have a good time, demands her way, she really wants nothing more than to snuggle into her bonded's arms and feel the warmth of his love. She loves to go out and explore, sees the brightness and excitement in her everyday aspects of life. When she's in her element, she wants all of the focus on her, yet, sometimes stumbles and is bashful when she first meets people that she doesn't know very well. See, Leonard, she likes to be the center of attention when she's prepared. Of course she'll make a scene when she wants extra food or cuddles, but when attention is suddenly drawn on her when she has nothing to show for it, she shrinks back. She loves to chatter, especially at her bonded, and while she may play at the fact that she's bold inside and out, maybe it'll just take an observant and watchful eye, maybe the eye of someone like Leonard, who can see through it all and see that all she wants is to be around someone with a big heart. No matter how little or much he'd like to show it.
Bonded! Aisha the Solstice to Leonard!

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[Danu]

The clear blue sky was a joy to bird and beast alike, even with the warmth of the sun beating down it was easy enough to find shade and feel the cool breeze that worked its way around. And it was just such a creature that was enjoying this bright day that espied something tantalizing, something that this big ol' crow just couldn't ignore!

Danu was without a doubt, hungry, thirsty, all about warn out and tired, she'd traveled far, so far! farther then her flock had ever flown before! she'd flown past clear lakes of blue, deep green fields, slate gray mountains. All to much for her to really give thought besides this one place.
For sure she'd stopped and eaten a bit of carrion or mice here and there, hey don't judge, she's a crow, crow's are opportunistic and in this case? oh boy did she see an opportunity. Head tilting ever so slight Absent peered downwards, far bellow her sat something that smelled awfully nice, fresh meat! fresh water! ah heaven.

She dove, her wings tucking in, all 8ft of it, she rocked towards earth like a black meteor, and only when she was sure she snapped them back open to beat and land on what she assumed was a. . .a table? she heard the word table before, somewhere right? it was a human thing, oh no did she make a mistake?
her talons scrabbling on the wood she gouged it something fierce as she settled and tried to balance, was this table strong enough to hold her? If not of course she'd move to the ground, but that didn't stop her from asking the most important question as she ignored all else so far, twitching eggs and all.

Can eat?

Her beak clacked producing the odd croaking words, every snap of it loud and rattling, if she did see the eggs at all she made to ignore them, as if trying to say 'hey those are your babies right? I won't eat it. Yet ur. maybe?'

Her attention was mostly on the strange humanoid she'd found near the meat laden table was it friendly? she hoped it was friendly. She'd be terribly put out if it wasn't, as for the little winged lizard? bird lizard? she had to respect it a little, it had wings and possible some scary teeth and claws. Plus it was probably momma to eggs which meant she really, really didn't want to mess with them, a wise bird left a moms nest alone when she was still near by.

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It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, it wasn't too hot, and it was cool and refreshing out. Birds were chirping, and the sun was high in the sky and bright in all it's sunny glory... which meant she had a migraine. She being Ophyra, the witch who'd been here for only a couple of days. She was hiding within her hut from the brightness outside, rubbing her temples with her hands, sitting at her kitchen table. Tea sat in front of her untouched. She breathed it in, glancing at the shades drawn in where the sun was attempting to get inside her safe haven.

This place was pretty. She had arrived at the base of a volcano, with a gorgeous view of the tundra that surrounded it. She had unfortunately had arrived at about the same time of day as it was now- hence her migraine. It had been night time where she had come from, and hadn't had any protection over her eyes. So when the drums beat loud enough to eventually seep into her hut, she was curious but had no intention of going to seek the drums out. None of her teas had worked, and she was in the middle of brewing a potion to finally get rid of this migraine.

Oh, but the hut had other plans.

The chair she was sitting in suddenly pulled back away from the table, causing the witch to curse and nearly fall forward onto the floor. "No," she said firmly, glowering around at the wooden structure surrounding her, and started scooting her chair back in. But it just flew backwards again, and she angrily stood up. "I said, n-" she began, and the door suddenly swung open on its own accord, even as her tea lifted and floated into her sink. Then the chair knocked into her, making her fall back into it, dragged itself across the kitchen and literally kicked her out of the hut.

So about twenty minutes later the witch showed up. She had a clean, black strip of cloth tied around her eyes to prevent the sunlight from stabbing into the her skull. She was also clad in boots, a simple fawn brown dress with a belt hung around her waste with a bag of herbs in it, a couple potions in loops on her belt, and an 8 inch sturdy looking stick that some people might recognize as a wand. She was cautious stepping up to the sand, making sure she didn't roll an ankle and fall, and then even slower still walking up to the table and those gathered. The first she noticed was the Firelizard in the air. Even through the cloth, she could make out things. Small details were lost but she got the important stuff. Her gaze dragged away from the Flit, to the eggs, to the table- with the giant crow settled on it- and then finally to Ren.

She wasn't sure what was more startling, what she could tell of Cyprena, or the fact that Danu had just spoken. At first she thought Danu was referring to the eggs, and then she noticed the bowls of meat sitting out on the table as well. She connected the dots that the meat was for the eggs, but.. "Hello... strange looking one, and you, giant crow," she greeted the both of them. Hey, at least she wasn't impolite. "Why exactly are we here?"

The Firelizard looked friendly enough, but man, she did not have the patience for any shenanigans today.

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Sometimes it really struck Alice just how mundane it had become the number of people that walked up to her covered in various blood stains. Somehow she also wondered when her instinctive reaction of murderer had shifted to become assumption that they were just a messy eater. Or perhaps the occasional Hunter. Part of the beauty of her job was that she didn’t have to ask. Do you know where you want this money to go? Then consider it done. There wasn’t a whole lot of fraud to speak of between vampires, at least not here in Pennsylvania.

What she wouldn’t get used to was how often the money itself was covered in blood. As she stared at the briefcase set in front of her she was struck again at just how gross her job could be sometimes. She swallowed down the reaction and offered the man a polite but distant smile. “Of course sir, where would you like it placed?” She popped the tab, at least the blood on the outside was dry enough it didn’t smear of her fingers, and did some quick mental calculations about how much was probably in here. When the man didn’t say anything she glanced back up, and now on the counter between them sat his ID. Great, one of those. She picked up the ID and scanned it through the computer. At least he already had an account here, and she wasn’t going to have to pull teeth to get enough information out of him to set up an account. “There will be a laundering fee of course, looks like it will be roughly one-hundred thousand.” She glanced back at him just in time to catch the slight nod he gave, and with a few more keystrokes she had printed him a receipt. “Alright then, it should be available immediately, but the exact amount might change after we’ve had time to properly count and sort the money. Have a nice night!” She had barely had the chance to finish speaking before he’d taken the paper and his ID and walked away.

Alice sighed, picking up a pen and using it to shuffle some of the money around to get a better count. The inside was, unfortunately, not as dry as the outside, but she was still fairly confident that her numbers were accurate. She just had a feel for that kind of thing at this point. She closed it up and headed to the vault with it, she could stash it away until the end of her shift when she could properly clean it. The vault door swung open as she pricked her finger on the sensor.

Alice groaned, the vault was pitch dark. “Stacie! Flip the breaker and tell Jack we seriously need an electrician!”

“Electrician was here yesterday, said there were no problems!” The voice came back and Alice rolled her eyes.

“Nothing wrong my ass.” She grumbled, shifting her eyes to an owls to allow her to see better as she stepped into the dark, letting habit lead her to her little pile of ‘to-do’ things in the corner.

Except the corner never came, and, she quickly realized, neither was she able to see. She held her free hand in front of her face. Nothing. Only void. She turned around, looking over her should, but she couldn’t see the fault door, the counter beyond, the Coven in general. She was just in the darkness.

“Stacie?” She walked back towards the door, “Stacie this isn’t funny during business hours!”

Were those drums?

She closed her eyes, for all the good it did, and moved towards them. It was a strange sensation, like she was moving forward but her feet weren't touching anything, and then the feeling, or more the sound really, of stone echoed in her ears. That didn't make any sense. And then there was light in her eyelids and she flung them open and stumbled back fearfully. The sun, just ahead of her there was an opening to this cave, and it led out into the sun. Well fuck. Although... Given what had happened magic wasn't too far-fetched an answer, and she'd heard the sun in the feywild wasn't the same as the sun on earth.

A humanoid stepped into her view, and vaguely she registered beyond the humanoid was a table and a large bird. "Pardon me, ma'am!" She put on her most polite secretary voice as she addressed @ophyra "Can you tell me where I am?"

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Usually, the term "ma'am" didn't cause Ophyra to come to attention- she was never called such. But this time she innately knew it was being directed to her, so the elf turned to see a woman behind her. She hadn't even heard her approach but there she was. She tried to get more defined features of Alice but from behind the black cloth, she couldn't distinguish much besides the fact that she was, in fact, a woman. Eventually a slight huff escaped her lips. Not in jest, but in amusement. "Damned if I know," came her response. "All I know is it's definitely not the same place where you came from."

She was new here, too? That clicked in her head quite suddenly, and she turned to regard the strange looking humanoid in front of her. Not that she could tell much of Cyprena either, she only knew she was strange from the general shape and the defining lines she was seeing. She rubbed at her temples and cursed softly. She should have gone back inside the hut to at least grab some of that potion before following drums. Who just blindly follows drums,anyways? ... Hah. See what she did there? Blind? Someone's got to get a kick out of this at least. Ophyra's head was killing her. She turned back to Alice and said, "Maybe that one knows. She seems less rattled." She meaning Ren, of course. She doubted the crow knew where they were, as she hadn't been her to hear her speak.

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Life was full of things that were supposed to squeak.

Take dog toys, for example. They were supposed to squeak. Their entire point and purpose was, in fact, tied to squeaking. Rubber balloons were supposed to squeak when you ran your hands across their surface. Tennis shoes on freshly waxed floors were supposed to squeak. The rusty hinges on the creepy old wardrobe in your grandmother's dusty attic were supposed to squeak. Rats were supposed to squeak.

Well-lubricated, perfectly balanced, carefully calibrated hip joints were not supposed to squeak.

And yet, Meow Mix sighed to herself (... in an admittedly squeaky tone), here they were. She had tried everything. She'd taken the suit's entire leg apart. She'd checked every spring and wire in the hip area. She'd pulled the joint to pieces, cleaned the pieces, re-oiled them, and reassembled. She'd kicked it viciously while cursing under her breath. EVERYTHING a decent mechanic to do- and yet, the left stupid leg was still squeaking at the hip!

It was enough to drive her up a wall.

Clambering onto the moth-eaten pillow that was her current favorite seat, she surveyed the mess that was now scattered across the workbench in front of her. Greasy rags, a tin of oddly sweet-smelling lubrication, assorted wrenches and pliers still strapped into the carry harnesses she had to use to get the heavy tools where she needed them, along with the crumbs from her lunch and the assorted replacement parts she'd been scrounging in case she needed them... it was going to take her forever to clean this up.

Unless, of course, a convenient distraction happened to provide her with enough of an excuse to put off the work.

The little mechanic's ears swiveled in open curiosity as she heard the sound of enthusiastic drumming in the near distance. Mixie'd been here a good two weeks at this point, as evidenced by the amount of junk already collecting in the space she'd claimed, but the sound was new to her, and she found it as perplexing as it was novel. Was it some kind of festival? A party? A parade? An announcement? It was clearly a sound being produced by someone that wanted people to notice it, that much was obvious. If for no other reason than that, it bore investigation.

And, well. If it gave Meow Mix an excuse to put off cleaning up, that was all the better.

With the sure-footed smoothness of practice, it only took the rat a few seconds to scramble up the suit's arm and down into the chest compartment that was the control center of her mecha. Thankfully, it was already in standby mode- she'd had it live for testing the squeaky joint, after all- and it was with great personal satisfaction that she watched the control panels light up in response to her touch. All systems green and ready to go!

In no time at all, pilot and mecha had squeaked their way down to the lake shore, where, it appeared, they weren't alone. Meow Mix swiveled the suit's cameras in fascinated delight to take in the details. There was the lake, of course, looking still and picturesque. There was a pile of sand with lumps in it. There was a table full of meat. There was a giant crow, a walking house, a person, and a weirder person- and a flying thingie that wasn't a giant crow.

Neat!

Confusing, but neat!

Walking closer to the growing crowd of mismatched strangers, Meow Mix switched the mecha into rest mode, letting the rattling engine die down into a dull sort of background purr. The hip joint squeaked in protest as the suit settled, and, in the privacy of her control chamber, Mixie ran her paws across her face in silent vexation.

"Sorry about the noise," she muttered through the suit's external speakers, her naturally soft (and yes, yes, squeaky) voice coming through tinny and mechanized. "I think it's got to be something in the air around here. The volcano has all these gasses and I read a thing once that..." Trailing off, Meow Mix considered her audience, and decided to change tracks. "I heard drums," she tried instead, her tone cheery. "Is there a party? Where's the rest of the band?" She figured she'd at least see a person with a guitar and maybe some secondary instruments, but instead there was just a lizard and some meat. "Is this some kind of show? Does one of you do tricks? I can do tricks!"

The main one she could do was "walking and talking and making things," which wasn't particularly impressive, but hey- no one else needed to know that.

[Danu]

Was she being addressed? SHE? oh my!

Rrrrrrk

Sounding out a pleased croak the then Crow Danu shifted her weight to face the newcomer her toe talons click-clacking on the table she did her best to lean forwards and have her tail go up and over the meat bowl behind her. Oh how she wanted the meat out of that bowl. . .she clacked her beak a bit of saliva gathering there she swallowed it back down and tore her yellow eyes from the bowl to stare rather intently at the pointy-eared human lady. Where all humans point eared? perhaps much like birds there was different sizes, colors and shapes.
The feathers about her head and throat raised in proud fashion as she expertly bobbed her head and with another croak addressed the pointy eared human.

Hel-lo

But! this pointy-eared human wasn't the only to show! in fact yet another appeared different from her in color as well and less pointy eared. The feathers along her body raised making her look much bigger then she was and probably much fuzzier too. This human though seemed far off, it stood in something, something round and oh! it was a cave, Danu had seen caves but very much stayed away. Things hid in the dark there, like this lady did but she seemed friendly enough darkness and all. Danu bobbed again her wings rattling and moving awkwardly as she tried to stand straighter on the table and with some embarrassed preening move to get off.

Lady had a good question though thought Danu, where was here? she'd never considered it before, huh, new concepts every day. Before this she only thought of where her flock was. OH NO! Her feathers shot up in alarm, where was her flock if she was here?? where they fine? she uh, she couldn't exactly get to them right now but. With a firm mental note to try and find them later she reached out with her right leg and wobbled on the edge of the table trying to figure out just exactly how to step down onto the grass without dropping like a flightless ninny.

Whor

She couldn't help but croak as she finally with some thumping and flapping set her feet in the ticklish grass to stand at an impressive height of 4ft ur well impressive for a bird like her. She stayed close to the table and food but made to be more polite by standing to the side. Ur and really before anything else address yet again another newcomer but this time she was even more confused. This thing smelled of many, many things along with food and sweetness. She stared at all its shiny bits her own tucked snug against her wings, she wanted to steal something off of the strange thing. . .but it had a voice and therefore must've been a very large, ugly human.

Par-ty? whot, issss par-ty?

Never before had Danu heard this word, what was a party? was it edible? or was it scary? what did it do? what where the things she talked about? oh but she knew what a trick was! that she could do, she tricked things lots! like these humans! thats how she had some of her treasure, yes, like the pretty pretty beads and shiny metals! oh man did she love those shiny beads and metals in all those bright colors. She stared hard at the ugly miss-matched human, boy she wouldn't mind some of its shinies!

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Jet-lagged didn’t even begin to cover it. Father Clarence was straight up exhausted. He’d spent the last few days on a whirlwind adventure— and we’re using the term adventure very loosely here— to Rome to pick up a rare book for his studies and, of course, do some priestly things. It was Rome, after all.

His head spun the entire way from FCO to DEN, itching to pour over the newest volume in his collection. He couldn’t get even a wink of sleep. But, in case you were unaware, it’s about a fourteen hour flight from Rome to Denver. By the time the padre was pulling up to his rectory, he was barely even running on fumes. Shambling along on fumes, maybe. But definitely not running.

Clarence didn’t bother to stop and change out of his cassock. He went straight for the other ancient books he kept locked up in his room.

And that’s about all he remembered.

The priest groaned. Sun seared on the other side of his eyelids, the sound of drums in the distance b- wait, wait. Hold the phone. Sun? There shouldn’t be sun inside. Father Clarence’s eyes flew open and he scrambled to his feet, a still smoldering cigarette dangling from his mouth. He wasn’t in Colorado anymore, that was for sure.

“What the hell?” He grumbled, jamming the sunglasses hidden in his cassock onto his face. This had to be a dream, right? Maybe some kind of very vivid hallucination? Probably from not sleeping on the plane. It was 100% definitely the trip finally catching up to him. Right? He was going to make an appointment with his doctor whenever he came to, just to be sure.

In the meantime, the father started in the direction where all the noise seemed to be coming from. What could it hurt?

His brain, apparently.

Waiting for him at the end of the trail was a big alien bug thing, a giant crow, a robot, a lady in a blindfold and one with a briefcase covered in dried blood, a bunch of eggs and was that a tiny dragon? Yeah, he needed to call 911, not the physician's office.

“What the hell?”

[Thane Hampden]

The beat of distant drums had torn Thane's attention away from poking about the shallow cave that he now called home, and he had followed the sound down the slopes of the crater towards the lake. He hadn't yet investigated the black shores of the lake up close, only seeing it from a distance, so he was curious to see what was down there. His enhanced eyesight easily picked out the table next to a flat rock, as well as the person sitting on said rock while he was still descending the slope of the crater, and he watched with interest as several other people and a very large crow arrived before him. He recognized Ophyra, but the rest were strangers.

Strolling up in time to catch the comment made by the priest standing nearby, he grinned. "You're new here too, huh? I'm not exactly sure what this is-" Thane waved a hand at the table filled with meat, the tiny dragon, and the collection of eggs nearby, "-but you're not dreaming. Welcome, I guess?" Thane wasn't the best person to ask for details on what exactly had happened to the man, having only arrived recently himself, but he would do his best to be friendly and welcoming to any other new residents.

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While this wasn't the weirdest place Leonard had found himself on, it certainly was up there on the list. Might be one of the most interesting, at the very least. Made him want to stay around for a little while, if nothing else. The amount of creatures on this planet was pretty amazing, and while he had only met a handful of people so far, everyone seemed nice enough. Weird, sure. Definitely weird. But when you get a group of people from all over, it was bound to get odd. He still wasn't sure what it was about this place that seemed to drag people from all walks of life here, willing or not, but hey. Whatever worked.

It was a lovely day, and Len was going to do his very best to enjoy it. There was a ton of chores to do, if he wanted to open his little clinic for the strange people of this place. Sick and injured people were a thing on every planet and universe he'd been around to, and getting things set up sooner rather than later was important. Getting the building built was the most important step, but starting to gather herbs and other supplies couldn't be put off for too much longer. Figuring out what kind of herbs and plant-life that was useful around here really was his next step, but, you know, distractions happened.

Like drums sounding.

That was new.

Being unsure if it was a sign of danger, or something else entirely, wasn't enough to make Len go home. He was curious, and not at all very worried. And finding a group of confused people gathering might not be what he had expected, but hey. No one was dead. It was a good day.

Not quite sure what was more interesting, though. The tiny dragon looking thing, the shaking eggs, or the people themselves. Either way, this was far more interesting than all the chores he had to do today. "Is that yours?" Len asked Ren, while pointing to the flying lizard thing. Didn't sound like anyone here really seemed to know what it was, so, eh. He could ask the important questions. "And if it is, what is it, and does it have a name?" He'd seen other people with...well, pets, maybe, but he hadn't really had time to asks questions about them. Might as well start now.

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Chase stared up at the sky, blocking the sun out with one hand. He wasn't sure where to go from here- he understood the goal, but how to accomplish it? He'd already come to understand that this... place that he had somehow found his way into was very different from the town, if not the world, he came from. He was, for example, pretty sure his landlord was a vampire. A nice vampire, but nonetheless, a creature of the night. Then again, in his life, he had dealt with several more unsavory characters than this, and they'd all been human.

Now his landlord had sent him on something of a quest, a mission, across the dark sands. It was on this mission that he stumbled upon the gathering. He stood on the edges at first, merely taking it all in. There were people that looked vaguely human, and those that... definitely were not anything of the sort. He'd seen stranger things on some of his trips though, so he was able to file this information away to panic over later. There looked to be some small flying lizards (baby dragons?) and tables laden with what he hoped was food.

Food was normal. He liked food. He casually sidled over to the table, drawing short when he saw it was covered in strips of raw meat. Chase frowned slightly, then noticed the eggs nearby. His eyes brightened, "Oh! Are we grilling up breakfast?" he asked nobody in particular. You know, just fitting in. He's one of the guys, guys.

"Also," he added, as an afterthought, brushing a strand of pale hair from his face, "Does anybody have a hammer I can borrow?"

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As Ophyra turned around Alice relaxed. That was an elf, she knew what an elf looked like, and an undisguised elf at that. You never saw those on the material plane. The vampire woman stepped out into the sunlight, a little slowly at first, it was certainly warmer than she thought it should be but it definitely wasn’t burning. She immediately felt more than a little out of place as she took the scene in. Standing in her black suit-jacket with no undershirt and matching pants, holding at her side a briefcase that was starting to drip blood. She glanced to where Ophyra gestured and was that- no that was impossible. Or possibly another instance of Fae popping up in Human media. She didn’t know. She knew that Ren was on weird fae and she wasn’t going to ask any more questions than that.

Things only got more confusing was when what could only be described as a junk-yard android also joined them. A junk-yard android that smelled of mice. She didn’t know where to start. She simply wasn’t going to start because thank god something that made a little bit of sense turned up. A priest. She knew how to handle a priest. “Hello Father.” She made her way towards the man, wiping a bloody hand on her pants before offering it to him politely, “I think there’s been a mistake with the Fae, you seem to have been caught up in it as well.”

She glanced at Thane and offered him a polite nod and a secretary smile, she had nothing against him he just smelled human. At least the Father smelled a little bit off. Likely Faith Clan. They never smelled right to her.

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CR jumped at the sound of the voice that managed to stroll up next to him while he was wrapped up trying to figure what in God’s name was going on here. He turned to look at Thane, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Priest Mode: activated.

“Ah, um, sorry. I wasn’t expecting anyone next to me I guess,” he offered a timid smile, all the while sizing the red-headed stepchild up behind his sunglasses. Or should he say orange-headed? And orange-eyed? “But thank you. It’s reassuring to know that I’m not the only one who’s a little lost.”

The kid had to be telling the truth, that this wasn’t a dream. He remembered reading somewhere that the people you saw in dreams were all people you’d seen in real life whether you remembered them or not. Clarence would have definitely remembered seeing someone with bright orange hair and eyes, not to mention the alien bug that was at the center of whatever this strange gathering was (and he was pretty sure it wasn’t breakfast, newly arrived surly teenager, did those look like edible eggs? they were shaking some of them and those weird colors sure as hell didn’t come from egg dye, trust him, he’d seen a lot of Easter eggs in his life).

No, if this was a dream everyone would probably look like, well, that guy that just walked up and started asking the alien bug all of the Right Questions™. The priest made a mental note to eavesdrop into that conversation.

“Yes, hello,” Father Clarence shook the hand Alice offered to him without hesitation even though it had been a bit bloodied only a second before. He’d touch a lot more unsavory things in his life than a little old bl— shit, he should have hesitated. That was not Normal. And he was trying to be as Normal as possible here. Then again, was his Normal the same as whatever counted as normal here? Maybe nec— shit, his books were unlocked. Someone at home was going to find them and then he’d be screwed. If he ever got home, that is. Maybe being stuck here wasn’t a bad thing. For the time being, anyway. It gave him time to think of a solution to the problem that was inevitably waiting for him.

Despite the brief internal terror he was experiencing, the smile never faltered from the priest’s face. In fact, it had only grown warmer the longer he’d been wearing it until he neatly packed it away for later.

“The Fae,” he repeated to himself. He didn’t know who or what that was. It made him think of blindfolded lady over there, honestly, since she looked like she’d come straight from a medieval faire or something with those pointed ears. But not knowing something didn’t mean it wasn’t the cause of whatever was going on here. God worked in mysterious ways, blah blah blah. He shook his head before smiling at Alice again, “Yes, well, at least it seems we have each other.”

“But silly me, I’ve forgotten to introduce myself,” he chuckled, looking between the orange-headed stepchild and bloody briefcase lady, “I’m Father Clarence.”

[Thane Hampden]

"Ah, sorry, sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Thane grinned sheepishly, relieved that the priest wasn't upset by his intrusion. In fact, he seemed grateful for what little advice the teen had been able to offer. Relaxing, the pilot leaned back slightly and looked around at the other new arrivals that followed, gaze flitting from face to face until it landed on a platinum blonde with a suitcase. Thane glanced curiously at it as the woman greeted the priest, the scent of blood strong in his nose, but shrugged and decided not to ask. He was used to the smell of blood by now, having encountered it far too often in his short time with the ZAFT military.

Instead, his interest was caught by the word Fae the woman used. Fae, as in fairies? His mother had told him fairy tales as a child, more as entertainment before bed than anything else. But fairies weren't real - at least, not where he came from. Maybe this woman was from Ophyra's world, since she certainly looked Fae-ish. He returned her smile with a bright smile of his own, then switched his attention to the priest as the man introduced himself.

"Pleased to meet you, Father," he replied cheerfully. "I'm Thane Hampden, a former pilot." Well, his DINN could technically still function, but it would never fly again under its own power. But now he had Kalla for that. Turning slightly, he pointed up the slope of the caldera. "If you need to find me, walk up the hill until you see the giant purple robot. I'll be either around it or in the cave nearby." Resting his hands lightly on his hips, he beamed at the pair. The phrase 'giant purple robot' might be terror-inducing to some people, but it was an easy way to direct people, since even sitting, his DINN was so large it was impossible to miss.

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While she tried to be open minded about the exceptionally weird mix of people that seemed to make this bizarre place their home, there was no denying that Mixie was grateful for her mecha sometimes. The buggy-looking-lady with the flying lizard was fine, the pointy-toothed lady was fine, the people in general were fine... the giant bird, though? Maybe it was just her rodent nature speaking up, but there was no denying the instinctual swelling of raw terror that a giant predatory bird sent through her. Crows were opportunistic jerks, in her (admittedly limited) experience, and if it weren't for the heavy metallic suit around her, she had no doubt that the giant bird in front of her would take a bite out of her, if not swallow her whole.

But hey. That was at least part of the point of the suit, right?

And at least the giant bird was trying to talk to her? At least, she was pretty sure that counted as talking?

"Par-ty," she repeated a little slower, since it was clear she wasn't being understood. "You know, like a... a thing? With food? Balloons and music and popcorn? Everyone comes and has fun? I haven't seen a party with lizards and meat, though. Does this place do meat parties?"

God, she hoped this place didn't just do meat parties. A little hamburger was all well and good, but nothing would replace kettle corn.

She reaaallly didn't like the look the bird was giving her. Could it smell her inside? Was it just distracted by the polished bits? It really looked like it was thinking of picking her up and flying away. With a slight shudder, Mixie flipped the switches to bring her mecha back out of standby mode. She liked to save the energy, but if this bird was gonna start trouble, she needed to be ready for it.

And hey, since she was gonna be moving again, she figured she could at least go get a better look at the pile of... eggs? She was pretty sure those were eggs. Marbles were generally rounder and didn't come in nests, and while they were definitely pretty enough to be marbles, they looked a lot, uh. Eggier.

... but what was that?

"Um, hey, lady?" She called out to Ren, pointing a metallic finger down to The Cracked Egg. "I think one of these is broken. You might wanna get rid of it. Those go rotten REAL quick and they smell a lot when they do."

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Dear me, dear me, where was she?

These mountains were a bit more extreme than she remembered the place around her home being.

Not to mention no sign of home.

She'd heard some vampires had been exposed, recently; had they also had some sort of... magical incident? Oh, it sounded so silly to call it magic, but, well, Helen wasn't sure what else to call it, between the vampires and the whole... weather thing. She wasn't up on the latest lingo the kids had for this ordeal.

But had someone... you know... Star trekked her into the mountains? Outside of the normal hiking routes? Dear me.

She'd set off walking, of course. What, like sitting on her tuckus was going to accomplish anything? She may not walk as fast as she wanted to but she could still walk, and slow as it was she eventually heard some voices mumbling around nearby. Thank the fires. A camp would have a map she could borrow, or a phone with gps probably that was what her grandkids used these days wasn't it, and hopefully some kind of car to get her down from here, this high altitude wasn't good for her lungs at her age.

"Hellooo?" Helen called out as she drew to a halt, eyes squinting against the sun. the. the. the sun. the. she.

Oh my word.

A hand clutched her shirt over her heart.

What was happening here?

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(Joining is still open. :) )

There was just about no sort of humanoid or creature that really shocked Cyprena anymore, she'd been on this crazy planet for long enough that she it didn't phase her anymore. All sorts of creatures and humanoids walked over the planet, and she'd long since been able to embrace the dynamic of her day to day life.

She was not expecting the first guest to appear from the sky rather than the ground, but she didn't even flinch when Danu landed on the table. She considered whether she was some sort of strange Arathlial or Requiae mix, but the two words that came out of her mouth convinced her of otherwise. "Um, they were for the hatchlings, but I guess you can--" another guest. She lifted her head, standing much taller than Ophyra, tilting it to the side, mandibles sitting unevenly in a sort of toothy grin. "You're pretty strange looking yourself."

The Dusk was a bit nervous at first, all of these strangers coming so close to her delicate eggs, but she began to lower herself from the sky, spiraling down and landing on the rock that Ren had leaned against, right next to the table. She gave Danu a quick look, she seemed a bit more like a predator than Ophyra did, but stayed quiet and back. She felt her nerves prick in her as more humanoids appeared, one seemed confused and mostly harmless, the next seemed a not at all uniform and a bit unsettling...

"Nope, no party here. Well I guess, sort of." Ren's eyes shifted between Danu and, well, whatever the hunk of junk was, like, it was talking, and Ren really did insist on not being shocked anymore, shaking her head. "It's, kind of like...a hatch-day party. No band. The momma didn't want a band." She gestured to the Dusk who sat perched, faceted eyes flickering towards the man who had covered his eyes. Ren could tell that the sunglasses, as she'd been taught they were called in her time here, made the Dusk a bit nervous, but she was nervous anyway. She set one of her three-fingered hands on the rock, closer to the Firelizard as if she was offering her support. To Thane and Leonard she shrugged. "Not hell, either."

Leonard's approach was much more direct, which she was always a fan of, and she shook her head no. "Not mine, this beaut's a Firelizard." She gestured at the table. "She seemed upset, like she wanted some help, so I helped." Her eyes shifted to the eggs, before turning back to Leonard. "You should stick around, fun's just starting." It was a party now, apparently, after all. She wouldn't want these people to miss out. Her eyes narrowed at Chase, "The food's not yours, buddy," not really registering that he wanted to eat the eggs because, well this was a bonding damnit, but her attention quickly turned to the Dusk, who had turned her attention to the blood that had started to drip out of the suitcase. Previously slightly relaxed, the new mother seemed to tense, but Ren tried to keep her cool. She didn't have her shotgun on her, silly mistake this damned planet was making her soft, but she knew how to put up a fight. Her joints already sort of started to ache, thinking of the biotic abilites that swam mostly uselessly in her system.

She heard a few names being passed around but she didn't register who was who, she was terrible at names, but she did stretch her neck out when the hunk of junk called out to her, peering at the The Cracked One that was definitely not cracked before.

"Oh!" She called out, just as Helen appeared. She gestured for the older humanoid to come as well, pulling her fingers to her quickly. She'd never really...held any of these before. "Alright, alright." She didn't really care that no one knew the situation so much, hopefully they'd learn about it fast. "So this here lady," she waved her hand over the Dusk, "enjoys this here meat," she waved her hand over the meat, giving Chase and Danu a quick look, "which means that the things that hatch out of the eggs will probably like it too." Probably. She was pretty sure. "So what that means, if you can't tell, is--"

Without warning The Heavy One's shell began to crack and slip away, jumping the gun on its already broken sibling, allowing the Home Is Where the Hearth Is Firestorm to slither out, bits and pieces of his red and blue shell stuck slick to his hide. He was certainly large for a hatchling, with a mostly bright red hide, bits of smokey grey collected on his underbelly and slashing above the end of his muzzle a tiny bit. He was quiet, but only at first. The Dusk was in the air immediately, and as she flew up closer, her first son began to chitter, slow, quiet sounds. His mother didn't approach him, not closely, but instead focused her gaze on the humanoids that gathered. Were her faceted eyes inviting or threatening?

For The Oblong One it certainly seemed to be an invitation. While the The Shiny One began to break apart beside it, The Oblong One followed its brothers lead, cracks spreading out like frost over its shell. The process was rapid, and a tiny arm smashed through the surface, than a monochromatic tail. The Adjust the Sails Cyclone only took a second to adjust to the intense brightness of the sun from his strangely shaped egg, not removing his body entirely from his shell just yet because what in the world was going on? Many of the eggs, previously nice and still all around him, many of them were suddenly moving. Especially The Smooth One that had rolled off on its own.

"Don't eat them." Ren warned, with a wry smile. None of these humanoids or things knew what to do. SHE didn't know what to do. This would be interesting.

[Danu]

hrrrrrk

Giving a bit of a gruff confused response Danu really didn't know where to start, she'd seen music and dancing and drinks and food. . .was that a party? the walking shiny pile did describe her memory of the farming communities little gathering pretty well. Though she jerked a bit at the sudden appearance of yet more and more humanoids, humans! so many! they where every where it seemed. It always boggled her mind just how many humans wandered the lands, was it normal that there was so many? she remembered a time when they where much shier, much less prone to walking around without sticks and metal bits to defend themselves. Heck if anything perhaps they where from all the same clan? ahh but that ahh she had no idea it was just too confusing! She returned her attention to the table and stuff though she kept one good eye on the shiny pile, she could smell rodent and it perked her curiosity if not hunger.

fire lizzarrrd

trying the new 'z' sound out she did her best to imitate the strange slightly metal looking critter, it smelled of bug but there was no bug as big as this! feathers ruffled she reached down and preened at a few loose things, her bone beads click-clacked and her glass bits rubbed smooth tinkled, she loved all her shinies all of them had stories from where she'd burrowed or found them.

fledglingsss

Danu understood! eggs where babies, you didn't mess with a mommies babies or food, oh she somewhat despaired over the lost meal but. . .she figured if the babies didn't eat it all she could have the scraps. So! with careful practice she hobbled closer her wings settling more securely over her large body and she reached up with a beak and grabbed at a bowl trying to pull it closer to the edge of the table. She didn't have hands like the others, well if what that shiny pile had was something like hands. . .did it have hands? never mind! food! she scrabbled with the bowl ignoring the other niceties that passed between the humanoids, though she gave a low croak and thrummed in response to the mention of 'fae'.

F- fae, not trick here, wwwwould know hrrrk. Can tell

Danu was certain it wasn't a fairy trick, she played with fairies! they loved her soft feathers and affectionate preenings, she'd seen big fairy creatures and small fairy creatures though the big ones where the more brave of the lot. If she kept in mind they where just as likely to trick her as pet her she had no problems, though on occasion it did and would happen it was just in their nature.

The bowl tipped dropping meat and juice onto the ground and partly on Danu whom had hopped back her beak clacking embarrassed, she had not meant to drop all of that on the ground but perhaps that was better, the little fledgelings could get it for themselves, though with one free foot she gripped the bowl, the wood scrapping against her talon she used her beak to collect some of the dropped bits of juicy meat and maybe nibbling a little down for herself. . .it was just too tasty to pass up!

But with most of it intact she hobbled carefully towards the nest giving the mom a weary glance as she got closer but stayed still somewhat respectfully back, she didn't want to crowd the nest. She set the bowl carefully in front of her and taking another piece tossed it on the ground nearer to the nest then she dared move. She stared at all the little eggs and those whom worked on hatching, she wondered if some would not hatch at all, it happened at times, and was a little sad. She stared at the Quiet one who sat so still and hovered over the The Hidden One though from here she couldn't see anything particularly interesting about it. But perhaps they would see her little collection of meat once hatched. . .maybe.