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Blackhaven: Fractured Faerie Tales (1X1)

Discussion in 'Fantasy' started by Hawke, Jan 25, 2019.

  1. Hawke

    Hawke Active Member

    Declan closed his eyes, she was right, they could do with a better appearance he flipped through his head what would be the best look for them, security was out, that would scare off the centaur, priests would set off security, their normal look wasn't going to do it either. Ah-ha! An elderly person, that would do it, the seniors always gambled and it wasn't awkward to be seen here...especially in this garden.

    Declan mumbled the incantation that created the illusion grabbing Oriana's hand, he and Oriana took on the appearance of Carl and Ellie Fredricksen, they were known for having that lovely Victorian house with the balloons that hovered around Blackhaven, he'd seen them hours ago in the spa area they had an early dinner and gambled for a couple of hours before turning in.

    They still to each other looked normal, but to everyone else, they looked as the Fredricksen's, now it was a matter of keeping the illusion going long enough for them to get their information.

    "Ori, let's get a little closer, and pretend like we've nodded off like the elderly do, maybe we can overhear something of value."

    He led her to one of the benches that was close enough to hear Agriu go on about the locations of the items, they were looking for. Now trying to keep up with his illusion, he told Oriana to follow his head in acting elderly.

    "In my day...those slot machines put out more cash, I am glad I won you that four thousand, but needed some air, that place was getting stuffy, good lord it was nice to let Russel run around without us for a change."

    Typical old person grumbling, however Declan sincerely wanted Oriana to keep the four thousand he'd won at the blackjack tournament, she insisted on her own money, that didn't mean he couldn't give her a gift, four thousand was not something he'd miss. The illusion was completed with the metal walking cane with the tennis ball bottoms, the thick glasses were also not real to her at least, to the outside world they were. They walked slowly to the bench within ear shot of Agriu.

    The centaur paid them no notice, brushing them off as two old codgers that had just won big and needed air, he was sure they'd nod off. Oriana's ring Draconus would let them know when the illusion would dissipate, Declan may have had a great mastery with it, but changing one's form like his uncle had done with Uther all those years ago, would only last so long. Even that sorcerer that stole the famed Alistair Moody's known as Mad Eye , form could only keep it up for so long. Pity about Moody's death, he was mourned among the few remaining sorcerers.

    Oriana was close, she needed to reach the 500th circle to lose apprentice hood, being in the 300th was an accomplishment, however by the 350th circle it was as Phil said, Declan would have to teach her another language or two...or as they were unique, there was another way.

    Agriu continued to ramble, Declan could hear about sandals, something about a bag...and finally something had been damaged...a mirror?! When Perseus battled the gorgons he had a mirror shield, what could that mirror mean?
     
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  2. Angel In Red

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    “Will you help him?” Oriana had her head bowed, as if she’d fallen asleep under the ray of the sun and clasped her hands in front of her. Her lips barely moved as she spoke. “We have the locations…we could collect them ourselves…”

    It always amazed her how easily his powers came to him whereas she struggled to do anything beyond her first affinity with fire.

    It was funnily enough, rather amusing to be an older lady. She left the grumbling to Declan and outwardly behaved like a tired woman used to hearing her husband complain about this and that.

    It didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed his sly attempt to pass her the four thousand. “You need to stop treating me like a charity case too by the way.” Eventually she’d earn enough to handle her personal expenses but did he have to make it harder to return the sum?

    “Maybe if you put him to sleep straight after too…he drank enough, they’d just assume he’s inebriated…” Her head lolled against his shoulder, her mind falling back to the conversation with Hades.

    It was so difficult understanding what he wanted from her. Wasn’t it obvious? Would she have to spell it out? Then again, was she reading it completely wrong and was Hades barking up the wrong tree?

    She was so utterly confused as to what to say and do.

    Robeen meant that her Mother would soon be making her way to Blackhaven – did she want Gothel knowing that she was interested in Fergus’s son? That would cause mayhem and it would only hurt Declan in the process. Gothel would attempt to push her way into that family and twist things to her advantage for sure.

    Her and Rapunzel’s relationship could have been repaired had it not been for Gothel spreading the rumor that Oriana was interested in Flynn. As if she would hold any thoughts for that thief. Considering Zel had been trapped in that tower for so many years it wasn’t surprising her standards were low.

    What was a Woman of the Sun? Excalibur had mentioned it and so had the mischievous nymph army from earlier today. Again, was it mistaken identity or did she have something in her that could help her make sense of what she was doing with her life?

    The only way she was going to have answers to all these persistent questions was to have a very frank conversation with Declan.

    …and that was rather daunting.
     
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  3. Hawke

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    Putting Agriu to sleep would require a hand gesture, one that Declan would have to wait for the ample opportunity to use, the biggest thing was no one could be looking, it was a good suggestion by Oriana. After some more rambling by Agriu, Declan waited for him to turn away before quickly making the incantation and hand gesture required for sleep.

    "That will only put him out for an hour, so we need to move quickly."

    He took a moment to dispel the illusion afterwards, but that comment by Oriana didn't escape his notice.

    "It's a gift, not charity. Can't a I give a pretty lady a gift?"

    His tone wasn't annoyance or heartbreak, more of that teasing tone. Sure he didn't want Oriana to worry about anything or even move out, but he knew she wanted to earn her own way which was fine, but that didn't mean he couldn't give her gifts. His own tension had eased and he nearly forgot they were acting when she put his head on his shoulder, content to be lost in the moment. Still there was the annoying task at hand.

    Once again something ruined the moment, this time it was a text from Merida, informing him that Hamish, Hubert, and Harris had arrived in town and that Eleanore wanted to arrange dinner with everyone to include Oriana, god only know what Merida had been saying or could not have been just Merida, the fates could have been playing here too...but that was a concern for another time.

    Declan grabbed Oriana's hand and they raced to the famed executive room, this was also where the private poker games that the house always won were held. Oriana and Declan hadn't heard anything about private poker games...which was good even with all the illusions and other tricks they could pull off, it wouldn't end pretty.

    There were the sisters, sitting around their crystal ball, which they called their "eye"; Hades had told Declan about this years ago, more so when it had to do with imprisoning the titans, Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon had needed their help in doing so.

    It was true, the mirror was cracked, but everything else was in tact, though to Declan the bag looked less than he would have imagined...the sandals, well they looked as if they were made for a female. Their hour was running out, and not interested in using his golden ticket to meet them Declan was going to bend the rules.

    "Ori, grab the sandals and the bag, I'll grab a piece of that mirror. Wait till I stop the eye."

    This was going to require some finesse, but it was doable, mixing several elements, Declan caused the Graeae sisters' eye to go dark, disabling their vision for about 10 minutes time, it was all he could muster.

    He moved quickly to grab the mirror piece and it seemed like Oriana was following him in unison as he had with his uncle years before. By the time they returned to their room, he'd studied the piece of the mirror, there was an incantation on it...one he could actually read without needing a book to translate. While he new the mirror image spell, this particular spell could reverse magic cast on a spell caster and produce a circle from the caster's hand that acted as a mirror shield. He'd work on mastering this later, before teaching it to Oriana.

    "Ori, listen, when we leave here in the morning, there's some place I want to show you, you've probably passed it half a dozen times. But you'll understand when I take you there, at least I hope you will."

    He couldn't say it outright, still rattled about what Achilles had said, but Oriana could give him the answers...so could Saint Paul's.
     
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  4. Angel In Red

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    She had waited until he’d finished inspecting the items they had stolen under the noses of the rather hideous women before saying a word, content to follow and do as he instructed for now.

    His flirtatious remark hadn’t escaped her, and she had been very surprised, Declan seemed to be coming out of his shell but that meant she was losing her footing every time he did. Usually he'd say something to the effect of 'you look nice' and that too was with eyes averted. This had been more direct.

    Oriana gazed over the mirror and nodded at him distractedly, he’d already mentioned they needed to be somewhere in the morning. She was wondering if the bag they’d acquired would be hers one day. In a daring manner she raised an eyebrow at him, “By the way, thanks for the compliment earlier. Shouldn’t a pretty lady get to choose her own gift though?”

    Oriana almost cringed at the words – gosh she could have come up with something better, but it was out there now, and she was looking at him with something akin to ‘well, what now?’

    Oriana had seen Merida’s message and as they’d run through back to their room had contemplated various excuse, she could give to Eleanor to avoid the family dinner.

    That woman was very stubborn though and considering their last conversation at the Halloween Ball the redhead had a feeling that she would be like a dog with a bone on the matter of her attendance.

    That dinner would not end well.
     
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  5. Hawke

    Hawke Active Member

    No thoughts had been given to his commentary before, until Oriana had come back with a statement about being able to choose her own gift. Internally and mentally he kicked himself, among other things, before returning back to his guarded way.

    "Yes, of course you should be able to choose your own gift..."

    He didn't say much else on the subject, instead he pulled out the laptop and began scrolling through some of the various Arcana Cabana files, specifically odd purchases over the last three years...it took him about 45 minutes to find it but it was there, the boys they'd bought gorgon tears, he didn't know for what purpose but this again proved that those three were meddling with powers they couldn't possibly comprehend. To the untrained person gorgons tears had minimal effects other than removing a curse of stone, but to someone who knew the arts it was also a deadly concoction, if consumed it could change a less powerful spell caster into a monstrous creature.

    Not sure what the boys bought it for, this brought a new concern in having dinner together, certain they didn't know it's full powers, Declan was gambling that they had used this item already...but the only question that remained for him, was how the Arcana Cabana got them in the first place, more so if the gorgons were locked away.

    This was a matter for another time, he had a more pressing thing he wanted to show Oriana and that was at Saint Paul's, which could wait till the morning. He shifted uncomfortably.

    "Merida is arranging a dinner with mom, dad, and the boys...she wants to formally introduce us to the boyfriend and they're expecting both of us to be there too."

    Declan had to wonder how his father would behave at this thing, but Oriana did a good job in handling him at the Halloween Ball.

    He now had to internally question what would happen at Saint Paul's...he was going out on a massive limb taking her there. He was hoping she'd understand and accept the gift that was there for her.
     
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    There was no other word for it, Oriana visibly deflated at his seemingly colder response and anyone would be able to see her frown as she had turned away from Declan with a shake of her head. Don’t make an idiot of yourself again Ori.

    Of course, that would fall flat. Why did she even try?

    The rest of the evening was spent in silence and her pretending to have her nose in a tome. Mostly to cover her own embarrassment. A dusty book cover was the ideal shield never mind the slightly damaged shield.

    Dinner came and went – still the conversation was stilted to ‘pass the sauce’ and ‘pass the salt.’

    His warning about the dinner was met with silent thoughts of faking a cold or flu.

    Heck, she’d raise her own body temperature and maybe he could get out of that social agreement to. After all someone had to look after her right?
    She had a feeling that he would be keen to avoid it if he could as well. Then there was that sinking thought that Eleanor would turn up to Mother them both to death.

    That night when she went to bed, Oriana stubbornly put a large pillow between them and hugged it tight instead of doing her usual thing of invading his space.

    Two could play that game she thought before falling asleep.

    Tomorrow she’d checkout this mysterious place he kept mentioning as something to visit as a matter of urgency. It wasn’t that she wasn’t curious but more trusting, whatever he had to show her was surely important or vital to their work.
     
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  7. Hawke

    Hawke Active Member

    Saint Paul’s Episcopal Church…an unassuming place in Blackhaven. Not unlike the famed churches from the middle ages, still the unique portion of this place wasn’t on the outside but the inside.

    Oriana was correct in the people that lived in Blackhaven didn’t give the sorcerer proper credit for his being an obstacle in the asinine things and even the horrors that came on in the city.

    Declan never said anything, as Oriana by now knew, he was willing to face the harms of the world. Perhaps it was part of that six-year-old boy yearning to find his place in the world but it was very much visible in his eyes if she looked close enough. And Oriana did.

    “Why we here then Wonder boy? Shorty wouldn’t say a thing even under threat of a firestorm.” Apart from telling her that she needed to see something she had been following him blind, no answer to what he wanted to show and really, she didn’t want to break his focus. There was something in his face today as if he was hopeful of something and daunted by it at the same time. Still, she kept her voice cheery to break the tension that was unfolding before her.

    Declan was clearly struggling with something internally, still having the issues with Tinkerbell and what Achilles had said at the casino. He could not find the words…but for the first time ever since he’d been at Blackhaven, he entered the main area with the pews and altar, the grip on Oriana’s hand was similar to what she’d seen in her visions. Clearly, Declan didn’t want her to let go.

    Friar Tuck was in shock but quickly raised the lights. By the expression on Declan’s face and the familiar redhead by his side he’s started to understand what exactly the sorcerer was up to. Oriana was a bit confused as she walked alongside Declan to why the Friar was looking at her as if he’d seen a ghost.

    She’d never met the guy before.

    Suddenly, Declan staggered a bit as if he’d been stabbed again, the wound Tinkerbell had caused began to bleed. His free hand went to it and he released Oriana’s hand to sit in the pew. There was a gasp as Oriana tried to steady him and bent down to stop the flow of blood with a handkerchief from her pocket.

    “What-you were fine…what’s the matter?” Yes, he’d been quiet and reserved but why did his mark suddenly start bleeding again? They weren’t in a dangerous place as far as she was concerned.

    Declan simply shook his head indicating he was okay and not to worry about him. Oriana followed his finger as he pointed it at the direction of the altar. Despite his insistence that she not worry it was difficult not to when he had turned a whiter shade of pale and it reminded her of his after effect of using blood magic.

    Friar Tuck rushed forward and gently led Oriana away, who was an unwilling to leave his side and he placed a hand on her back to lead her to what Declan had been trying to show her all along. A wide array of stone carvings, the stained glass, and the most important thing…Oriana was now being shown some of the works.

    “Child, you can only help him by seeing the truth. Yes…this is what he wanted to show you.” Friar Tuck was speaking low, but his voice still echoed around the otherwise silent walls.

    “Oriana dear, he cannot say it, but I will, there was time when temples were built to honor gods and heroes alike. I don’t know what grief Declan carries, but this is our own temple to show our gratitude for all he’s done. Merlin gave approval for this as well…Winston and I have been painstakingly working on this. Come let’s take a closer look.”

    Declan winced and laid back in the pew. This time there was no song from Bragi or Taelsin. Just simple writings in the pieces of what Declan wanted her to see…for the labors he’d endured. Everything was depicted with fragments or souvenirs from the labors, the art was different, varying from statues, Greek urns, stained glass, paintings, tapestries.

    Oriana turned her head this way and that, her hands ghosting over the items but not touching them as she tried to take everything in. In the back of her mind the soft melody of Go The Distance was echoing around and she wondered if the muses were watching her right now in this moment.
    Honestly, could she and Declan not have one private moment?

    As Friar Tuck rushed her forward, she missed the one stained glass labelled Go The Distance and concentrated on the array of twelve spotlights before her.

    Had she not known Declan so well she wouldn’t have recognized the enraged personality within the first stained glass, he was battling a werewolf which stood in front of a destroyed house of straw, sticks and seemed to be moving towards a house of bricks. She blinked, surprised and thought that her eyes were playing tricks. Of course, the glass had an element of visual magic.

    Again, her hands traced the fragments of house in front of her, but she didn’t dare touch the wolf’s claw.
    It still looked rather sharp.

    Oriana followed Friar Tuck to a tapestry which showed Declan standing over the worm. It was cut clean in half. Gruesome. His back to the appreciative people. In front on a silk cloth, was a large Key. A tag identified it was the Key to Blackhaven owned by Declan himself. She felt…proud.

    Of course, he should own this. It was his right…his two labors so far had meant that he’d earned it.

    Yet, her tour was not complete. There was more. And it seemed never ending…

    This time it was a carving in a slab of gold and the story unfolded like she was reading hieroglyphs, but she understood…a depiction of Declan with his face blocked by the skull portrayed on the Aztec gold coins. Even within the gold his eyes were glowing. Oriana remembers Phil’s words…this must have been when he had lifted the curse on Jack Sparrow and his crew. There was another item in front of her that she didn’t want to touch.

    A sacrificial dagger. Had his eyes been glowing due to the use of blood magic? Oriana sighed and glanced back at Declan who seemed to still be struggling to sit. She wanted to ask him why.

    Why did he spill his blood for the unworthy? It wasn’t anger…but frustration on her part.

    These people did not deserve him.


    Still, Oriana stepped forward to a large four-piece painting. The first showed a giant boar with burning red eyes, gold tusks, and fire in its hooved feet. The second was Blackhaven’s high town in flaming ruins, a hooded figure was seen observing. Her green eyes recognized the figure as Declan, who removed his hood within the third frame and was summoning a rainstorm. By the fourth painting Declan had turned the boar to stone. Oriana raised her eyebrows since she recognized that statue from where it currently resided in the city. She was relieved to see Declan walking off head bowed…thankfully, no injuries had been suffered by him.

    This time she touched the medal in front of her in the shadow box with a smile. This fight she agreed with. No injuries and no pain. The recognition was well deserved.

    Another painting, she wondered who had taken the time to depict them in such detail…she wanted to thank them personally. They’d truly taken the time to put in such color and vibrancy that Oriana felt she was right there.
    Atlantis being hit by disaster.

    Blackhaven was spared the same fate. In midst of a tsunami a large god like figure stood with a trident looking expertly furious.

    Poseidon?

    A large tidal wave caused by a river rising was being diverted and it created a natural spring by Declan. Oriana’s eyes stung, she didn’t like what she was seeing. He was taking the worst Poseidon had to offer and once again, just enduring. Within the painting it was as if Poseidon expression went from fury to…respect.

    Oriana wanted to pick up the conch horn in front of her and blow it…but she resisted the childish urge and smiled once again. Declan wasn’t hurt in this. Just wet.

    Oriana definitely recognized the next work. It was a wooden piece carved by Merida’s hand. She knew that style without doubt from the items back at Arcana Cabana.

    Merida had perfectly portrayed Declan killing Acamas, the son of Theseus and saving the minotaur’s calf from Acamas. She almost nodded in approval at the statue of a Cretan bull studded with jewels and Declan’s name carved in it.

    A silver urn, nearly the size of her took her breath away. She traced the engravings where Declan was engaged in single combat in a circle that looked familiar…

    “The Tea Party?” Oriana asked out loud to no one in particular. It was a rose garden with red and white roses…she always hated the sickly-sweet smell. Declan was chosen to champion…Alice against the Queen of Hearts’ champion…the Jabberwocky. Standing next to him where Merlin and Phil. She flinched at the sight of the Jabberwocky’s clawed hand in the box at her feet. By its side was a ruby heart…literally in the shape of a human heart except it had the word hero threaded into it.

    Anything to do with Alice had to be odd. Of course.

    Oriana rubbed her face, moving away from the gold urn to look up at another stained glass hanging off the wall. He was fighting…and winning against the Blair Witch. She’d heard of her of course. Her Mother was…a fan. Yet, Declan with his cunning managed to imprison her within a dark looking crystal. Oriana didn’t dare lift the ever-lit lantern hanging next to the glass…for all she knew it might set the witch free. Plus, it was clearly old…heck, from the colonial era from what was written on its tag.

    She almost jumped at the oil painting next, large and framed in chestnut oak. It was her standing next to Declan. In his hands was the Book of Shadows. Something she had dismissed and ignored at the time. She nearly laughed at the item lodged within the frame of the painting.
    It was the business card he’d given to her…how had the Friar and Winston got it? She’d thought it was lost in the fire with the Ripper?!
    Oriana could hear Declan moving about behind in the pew. Had he seen these more recent additions? She wasn’t sure how to feel being in them…and her stomach twisted at the next statue and painting combination. It was so lifelike, and she had to rub her own arms to give some comfort from the sight before her.

    A grey stoned Oriana was throwing her hands out to the painting in which the Ripper was portrayed in that foul black shadowed cloud, trying to walk through her firestorm. She flinched at the flames within the painting – she could almost feel the heat radiating from it. This time when her eyes stung, she wasn’t able to stop the silent tear. At the statue’s feet…at her feet was a charred and burnt brick…presumably from her old home.
    She quickly moved on. It did no good to dwell on such things. Oriana had a new home…right? The world was better off without the Ripper…even at the cost of her belongings, they were just material objects.

    The last step took her to a mixture of objects. Combined the piece was still incomplete despite there being an urn showing Zeus’s irritated face and a statue of Achilles with his fist raised. She assumed that this was after Achilles had demanded for justice that Declan had help from Oriana with the Ripper, and that Poseidon was a god and biased in that labor…idiotic brute.

    If Declan had never trained her, she would never been able to fight off the Ripper. The fire would still have come through her, but she had fought off her attacker for a good few minutes before loosing control. She had always felt grateful to Declan for that. His training had helped so he had indirectly completed a labor? Why was that so hard to understand? As for Poseidon, just because he was a God that didn’t mean he had a right to wage water-war on to innocents – even if few of them existed in Blackhaven. Declan had been right in standing in the way of that.

    Sighing she started to walk back to Declan shaking her head at the situation he was in but from the look on Declan’s face it was as if he had already acknowledged this reality. She’d noticed a blank spot on the floor to what she presumed was his final labor…Oriana didn’t even want to imagine what that would be and what the cost would be from Declan on that.

    As she headed back to the pew Oriana noticed the sorcerer wasn’t even looking at her but at the mural depicting her journey of “Go the Distance”. How had she missed it?

    Declan was in shock, he had finally realized what Oriana had said about the dream.

    Declan stood up from the pew and went up to look at the mural work titled Go the Distance. He’s almost to the last one he can’t quite see---until he focused--- it’s the girl…the one that he saw in Oriana’s memories.

    Tigerlily.

    “Declan?” Oriana asked softly, following his line of vision and stepping in front of him to the fresco which had his attention. Her eyes widened – seriously, how had she missed it? The little girl from her vision was almost dancing in front of her eyes. She lifted a hand to trace the little image.

    Declan hadn’t replied but she could feel him standing behind her though.

    “I’m sorry, this was the only way I could…show you.”

    Declan scanned, the reflecting pool, to see if it was still in the garden area. It was.

    “There’s something else, come on.”

    He kissed her cheek genuinely before taking her out to the garden where a stone chest lay covered in a complicated array of runes.
    Sensory overload was a real thing and Oriana was experiencing it. The sight of a miniature Tigerlily validating all that she had seen had her swallowing and following Declan out in shock.

    Her silence didn’t last long when once again Declan fell over on the ground as the pain and blood overcame him once more. It was highly annoying.
    Oriana sighed in exasperation, yes, fine, she wouldn’t worry about the fact he was falling apart and concentrate on the damn chest. How was this more important than his health right now?

    Declan was trying not to show it, but he was dying to know if what Persephone had told him was accurate, his mind was on that last image with Oriana and Tigerlily.

    Oriana held his hand in hers and opened the chest with her other free hand. Inside…was a heavy hammer and as she touched it with one finger a bolt of electricity went up her spine and she visibly shuddered.

    A slip of parchment told her what it truly was. This was no ordinary hammer.

    Mjolnir
    .

    Oriana calmly lifted it, raising it high in the air and flame bells rode up from her elbows and up the weapon to fire off in the air like fireworks on a new year night.

    “…Now this is what you call a gift.”

    Really, who needed flowers and chocolates?

    Declan couldn't pull himself in anything more than a sitting position, the pain was too much and the scar was bleeding more now, to the point it was going down his leg. But that didn't matter to him, whatever game the fates and muses were playing, they'd won now, she was it, sure the pain of Excalibur's death was there, but it was as if she was telling him it was okay, and as best he could he smiled not hiding his joy, he just couldn't get up and embrace Oriana...he didn't want to let go at all now.
     
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