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lordofthering) wrote2016-10-19 06:48 pm
lordofthering) wrote2016-10-19 06:48 pm
IC SUGGESTION BOX
A real suggestions box hanging outside of the Ringmaster's "office."
Slot takes paper letters and perhaps very small animals.
A real suggestions box hanging outside of the Ringmaster's "office."
Slot takes paper letters and perhaps very small animals.
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[ He could say something regarding 'running away never fixes problems' but he gets the feeling running away from likely execution by insane fae is, in fact, the way to go here. Still. He'll stop pacing, at least, idly folding his hands behind his back instead and thinking...
Her friend? Obviously not Frost. ]
You mean the Winter Maiden wanted to change things.
[ If she's friends with Summer, why not? It makes enough sense. ]
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[She rests her chin on her folded hands, staring out over the carnival. The home she's made for herself, but not the home she was born in. She hasn't seen that for a very long time.]
We all did. But... it didn't turn out that way. I still don't understand why. Maybe it was my fault this whole time, and I was too stubborn to realize it.
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So there is a quiet moment, where he weighs what to do, what not to, how much time this may waste, if it's worthwhile, then he makes the careful, long-striding steps to get from where he is to where she is. Or close to, anyway. There's only so much space to sit on the section she's hunkered down on, which means he'll settle down to sit on the one next to her instead. ]
How do you remember it? What happened then?
[ It isn't comfort, per se, but he's willing to listen. ]
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[The Ringmaster has to think about how to explain it. There were so many emotions involved at the time, and it was so long ago.]
Once the Winter Queen was gone, the Maiden was the only one in line for the throne. The Court was helpless but to begin plans for her ascension... Despite her hand in things, she would be Queen. That was everything we'd hoped.
But... she had helped me. She was there when the Queen was slain, and she'd lent me her power to do it. And, some members of the Court... they realized that, too.
As she readied to take the throne, attention turned in her direction. Some of them were angry, but there was no undeniable proof of her involvement. The story started to change. I never lied about what I had done. I believed it to be a necessary part of the cause.
I guess... as Winter saw the vulnerability of her position, she started to deny her involvement in the assassination... going as far as to act as if she'd never wanted me to do it in the first place. I spoke to her only once after that point, trying to ask why. She told me that it was necessary. That's what she always told me, that things were necessary.
Maybe everyone thought it was easier to blame a rogue Wyld Fae than the first in line for the throne. Both Courts wanted me dead and... I felt like she wouldn't help me. So I left. The Summer Maiden couldn't bear it either, so she took her followers as far away from Arcadia as she could, using her power to make a home for them.
I wandered the multiverse until I figured out how I could do the same for myself.
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He'll still think about it for a bit, offering a moment of silence after she reveals what did happen. Once that moment passes, however-- ]
Power changes people. [ Very matter-of-fact. He doesn't actually shrug for once but if words could sound like a shrug, there they are. ] Why defend the dregs that helped you get there when it's easier to throw them away?
[ Childermass knows how that is, if to a lesser extent. That never really surprised him, either. ]
I imagine it wouldn't even matter if Winter did confess at this point, would it?