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This is the story of the Fae that populate the Duchy of the Grass River. The Duchy of the Grass River is the largest duchy in the Kingdom of the White Sands. It covers the entire southern tip of the State of Florida. Duke Elric has divided his duchy into three sections: his ducal lands, and two counties.
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Dec. 24th, 2005 @ 06:48 pm How Rita-Anne and Terry spent their Christmas.
Current Mood: happyJolly
Current Music: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
((OOC: I'm probably playing with the timeline and rules just a little bit, but...))Collapse )
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Rita-Anne Cooner
Dec. 19th, 2005 @ 09:34 pm A job's a job.
Current Mood: coldcold
Current Music: New Order- everything's gone green
Longshanks leans against a light pole and looks out over the waterfront, at the tourists bopping around unawares, the townies milling about, the drunks wassailing, and the chimera doing whatever mysterious pantomimes they were created to do. Okay, Ranger, he thinks I'll keep an eye out for shady dealings and maybe you'll buy me tapas again, heh... I'm getting to old for this shit.

He lights a cigarette and begins to strum an old eighties tune to keep his blood pumping in the balmy night are.
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not satisfied
Nov. 28th, 2005 @ 05:38 pm Late August., The port authority.
Ranger walks up to the front counter. He is dressed in his normal black leather jacket, jeans and white tshirt. He walks up and leans on the counter. "Hello, I need to speak with someone about a ship. It's part of an investigation that I am running." He pulls out his wallet and shows the person there his P.I. licence.
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Oct. 11th, 2005 @ 07:21 pm Pennons!
The flag snapped in the wind above his head and he called out to those on the deck below him. "Triton's crown to port!" Many aboard the ship turned and looked towards the rocks that jutted out of the sea that looked like a crown.

"Triton's scepter to starboard!" came the cry from the other crow's nest.

The Captain hobbled foward on his peg leg, and turned to the Eshu next to him. "Orthallan, open the trod back to the mundane world." The Eshu nodded and walked to the front of the ship. He then raised a pendant and chanted quitely into the wind. A mist began to fill the area between the two rock formations, and once the ship passed through the mist the crew found themselves just off shore. They were far enough out so as to not be in any of the coastal shipping lanes, and the various skyscrapper condos that lined Ft. Lauderdale beach could just be made out.

To mundane eyes the ship was just a yacht, but to those that could see chimerical seemings it was a three masted pirate ship, complete with jolly roger flying above. The Captain looked to the shore, and his broad smile widened even more. He then reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a cell phone. "I gots ta get me a Nocker version that works from the Dreaming, I does." He punched in the numbers and waited a few moments. "Aye, it's me. I'm not being late... it is? Well you be knowing how time can play tricks in the Dreaming. What? You lie! My boy-oh said he hit the Duke in the chest... still lives does he?" the Redcap Captain grinned. "How terrible for you. Oh no... my boy-oh did just what ya paid him to do. One assassination attempt against your head pointy ears. If you be wanting more of me, ya better be talking more pay and be hoping that I am agreeing to it. I don't be caring what your various plots are... I be having plans of me own. If the two are in conjuction then I will be more than happy to offer the services of the Rampant Lion again. Aye... I'll be in touch." He then shut off the cell phone and put it back in his belt pouch.

The Eshu walked back to him. "Orders, Captain?"

The Captain looked up at a seagull flying overhead for a moment. "South to the waters off of Rising Flames. Well see what booty we can find there, and then we will make our way back up here."

The Eshu nodded, and turned to the crew. "Step lively you curs! The Captain says we sail south!"

Meanwhile on shore...
The events at the Duke's court has spread wide and far, and the offical events planned for Highsummer Night were canceled. While fae magic was able to close the Duke's wound, he was several months recovering from being struck by the cold iron weapon. There have even been reports that he has again been seen at the Ducal Freehold. For several days now there have been chimerical notices all over the Duchy about the competitions of Pennons, and now that day is here. Who will be showing up to compete or entertain at the fesitval.
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Oct. 10th, 2005 @ 09:35 pm (no subject)
((OOC: I have no idea what day we're on in-game; there seem to be posts in both July and September))

Twelve noon, Doc opens up shop at the Earth and Fire. A squat, brick and concrete building with double-paned glass behind thick lead bars, 'Earth and Fire- Tattoo and Piercing' is an imposing presence in a low-income neighbourhood within the County of the City of Magic (about a half hour walk from the Ozdust).

Seeing no line up in front of the shop- not that he was expecting one- Doc steps into his office to play a game of catch-up with some paperwork.
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Oct. 1st, 2005 @ 11:57 am Room 107, Coral Gables Senior High - First day of school
Current Mood: chipperchipper
((OOC: Given Rita Anne's post about classes, I assume we're out of July. If not, let me know and I'll edit this.))

Dru finishes writing "Ms. Cunningham" on the blackboard and smooths her navy linen skirt with her free hand.

The classroom is adorned with a number of posters; on one wall, a poster displaying the Ringwraiths’ charge from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring and the motto: “Moving Words Inspire Moving Pictures” is displayed next to a smaller poster of Ian McKellan as Gandalf in the same film, with an enormous book in his hands. The poster bears the motto: “READ. Discover Magic.” Above a wheeled bookshelf packed with a variety of books representative of nearly every genre, from classical works to recent best-sellers hangs a dark blue poster, reading “Open it.” in large white letters; beneath those are smaller white letters arranged in two-line sections that wriggle down the poster like a snake:

Go ahead, it won't bite.
Well...maybe a little.

More a nip, like. A tingle.
It's pleasurable, really.

You see, it keeps on opening.
You may fall in.

Sure, it's hard to get started;
remember learning to use

knife and fork? Dig in:
you'll never reach bottom.

It's not like it's the end of the world --
just the world as you think

you know it.

As the students start to file into the classroom, she greets each one with a smile. Once everyone's seated, she smiles at the assembled students. "Good morning. I'm Ms. Cunningham, and this is English Literature."

She checks her class register. "I had some of you last year, but I see some new faces here, too. Now, is Nancie Atwell here?"

((OOC: She'll go down the list, calling each name, and trying to match it with the student's face.))
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Oct. 1st, 2005 @ 12:07 am Early morning, on the campus grounds.
Current Mood: soresore
Current Music: Music from the Robaxaset commercials.
"Ouch... ouch... ouch... ouch..." were the sounds that the only female hockey player on the varsity male hockey team was making as she waddled out of the arena and towards her first class of the morning. It was barely 8:30.

"I swear, I have never hated a man so much in my life," she muttered. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Coach is a real live monster. Ouch... ouch..."

Finally, not able to move another muscle without pain, Rita-Anne sat down. And then fell down. "You would think that after a few months... more or less... of training that I'd be used to it by now. But no... Someone had to get lazy and out of shape and not do the home exercises, not to mention have to work twice as hard to prove he can be on the team..." She struggled to get up for a moment, and then lies back down. Class isn't for another half an hour anyways. I can just relax for a bit before moving.
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Rita-Anne Cooner
Sep. 9th, 2005 @ 12:26 am Storm-tossed
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
It had been days since Hassan for more then an hour at a time. Earlier that week, the head of the airline had addressed all of the employees, and presented them with the challenge of rescue as many of those stranded by the devastating storm that had hit the Gulf Coast to safety. He was among the first to sign up to man the evacuation flights. The first few flights were filled with the ill and infirm from the local hospitals, then came the seemingly endless stream of families with no place else to go.

Hassan had pushed himself to do whatever he could to help his passengers. Under normal circumstances he would have restrained from using cantrips to help people so openly, but these were far from normal circumstances. The flight attendant turned warrior bravely fought off nervosa and warded off the elements as he loaded his charges onto flight after flight. The gratefulness for his aid, and the comfort they found under his care, continued to fuel his pool of glamour, but as days drew on, he found himself using it more then it was to be found.

Long after he had lost track of how long he had been working, how many flights he had made, how many people he had transported, his supervisor finally told him that he had gone above and beyond the call and told him to go home. So after some argument, Hassan found himself back in his home port. Recognizing the feeling of exhaustion, and of his fleeting glamor, he sought the warmth of a balefire. Knowing that the Duke was well in need of rest, he heads instead to The Artist's Home hoping that the count was in. Still in his uniform which had seen better days, his voile damp and tattered, face covered in several days of unshaven stubble, he knocks on the freehold's door.
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Sep. 4th, 2005 @ 09:35 am July 15th Black Knight Investigations, post attempted assassination.
Ranger has driven from the ducal freehold to his office with the evidence he has collected. He moves to his desk and sets it down, before sitting down himself and sighing slightly, trying to relax after the excitment of the night.
He reaches into his desk and pulls out a hand rolled rum soaked cigar and lights it up, closing his eyes.
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Jul. 30th, 2005 @ 02:47 pm The Night of July 15th - Ducal Court part 2
((ooc - I started this as a seperate thread just so the last thread doesn't get out of hand, and it's a good point in the seperation of the pre-court mingling and the actual court. So without further delay...)

Duke Elric Fitzallen ap Gwydion made his way up the aisle with his wife and daughter. He smiled at the turn out, and noticed the various new faces in the crowd. As he passed by where Cale was humming he smiled at the tune the pooka had chosen. When he saw Dame Drusilla he raised an eyebrow slightly. I'm a bit surprised to see her here, considering the bad blood between our houses. Then again, I guess I'm not really surprised. Despite her being Scathach she has been an asset to the Duchy. Simon must have invited her in an attempt to get some fences mended, bless his meddling little heart.

As he and his family walk up the few steps of the dias, they all move to stand in front of their respective thrones. The Duke lets his eyes sweep over the crowd before sitting. Moments after he sits his wife and daughter also sit. Elric turns to smile at his wife before turning to the crowd. "You may all be seated."
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