scorpion sting

(jessica alba, cis woman, n/a) VIGILANTE has their eye on VIVIAN REYES. SHE is a 36 YEAR-OLD HUMAN who lives in THE INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT. according to VIGILANTE’s intel, they work as a DETECTIVE and are known for being PERCEPTIVE and DETATCHED. hopefully they don’t give VIGILANTE a reason to strike. (rose, 26, she/her, est, no triggers)

Meet Vivian Reyes, a human detective who technically works for the Slayers. While she’s generally easy to get along with, Viv has been through a lot the past few years. She’s a problem solver who doesn’t have time for people’s bullshit. If you need a situation fixed, come to her, but don’t you dare question her intelligence or talent unless you want to find out just how sharp her tongue can be. You can find her full bio here, but the info below should be more than enough to plot with! 

“Nope!” Skye shook her head, “But who could say no to this face,” Or a glamour, but that wasn’t the important part, this lady did not need to know that, “Don’t you worry about the how, just worry about finding a place for that bear,” Skye skipped off, ready to dazzle the young game attendant out of one of the prizes.

True to her word she came back in two minutes clutching the large bear triumphantly, “Got it!”  

Containing full-blown laughter wasn’t something that Stag did often but he felt it was appropriate for this moment. It was clear to him that losing at these games had some level of significance to Viv and he had grown not to snicker at her passion when it was placed in topics he didn’t personally hold very dearly onto. That didn’t stop him from snorting, though. “Of course they do. It’s all part of the charm, isn’t it?” he wondered before fixing her with his most serious expression. “How about I win you one, then? We’ll have a little rom-com moment and I can show you how to play dirty to cheat the system.” Though, he wasn’t sure she’d really understand what he was doing in the first place. Glamouring just kind of looked like flirting to non-fae who weren’t privy to the magic.

The events that Stag frequented were far from the fanfare of a festival of this caliber. He had spent his fair share of moments in his past draped in feathers with hips swinging in celebration but he’d long since traded those experiences in for soirees and galas with the world’s elite. Those sorts of things were…fun; or rather, the amount of mischief he could get up to was worth all of the pomp and circumstance. It was nice to do something more down-to-earth, even if his custom Cartier sunglasses and Dior sneakers said otherwise. As he pulled some cotton candy of his own into his mouth, he let out a low chortle. “As if they’d make anything that easy,” he said, bemused. It wouldn’t be much more than a simple glamour for him but he imagined having that conversation without a little extra help would be less than favorable. “You could always try to win it, rigged or not. How hard could it be, really?”

Skye hadn’t been looking for anything in particular, just wandering around the fest, getting a feel for what was going on. The summer fest seemed like the perfect place to get into a little mischief, and the woman paused near her by one of the food stands seemed to be giving her an ideal opportunity, “Alright, bet!” She said, looking over to catch sight of the bear in question, “I can get that bear for you! Just give me 2 minutes.” 

Viv raised an eyebrow and popped another piece of cotton candy into her mouth. “You seem awfully confident. Is the game attendant your friend or something?” Casting a skeptical glance toward the young carnival worker, Viv shrugged. “Alright, let’s see if you can manage it. I’m not so sure you’ll be able to.”

When: After Sunset

Vivian Reyes ---> moodboard 1/??

VIVIAN’S LOFT

Stag hummed instead of responding to the woman’s first statement. He couldn’t lie and agree with her there, given his ability to negotiate with anyone through glamours and charm. Besides, it seemed she had a very specific idea of these people in her mind and it didn’t feel right of him to try and dispute that. Her feelings on the matter were personal and necessary. She was fired up because it meant a lot to her. Who was he to deny her that fury?

“It might be worth a walk over, then. Just to see what they’re planning,” he encouraged, watching over her expressions as she spoke. She had such an adorably animated look about her. She wore so much of herself directly on her face and that level of transparency was so very human and wonderful. “And if they are planning on opening up a business, it might be good to know ahead of time. You might be able to rally enough people to boycott the business and force them to relocate.” Sinister? Yes. Effective? Yes. “No; I live in the Lakefront District. I’m no stranger to the Industrial District, however. I did just recently get a tattoo touched up at Ink Envy.” He was rather proud of that too. He rarely did things like that for himself.

Vivian snorted. She could barely make time for her friends, let alone rallying everyone in her neighborhood behind a cause. Especially when plenty of her neighbors would probably love a few more businesses in the district. Tapping the home screen and putting the news out of her mind, at least for the time being, Viv looked back to Caio.

Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done?

"Moving across the country with my husband was pretty damn terrifying. I'd only ever lived in California. My whole life was there. I know that sounds a little silly considering what I do for a living, and everything I know about the world, but still...leaving everything behind was scary."

Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?

"This is such a complicated question. At the end of the day, I think I'm pretty damn brave and strong, and accomplished as hell. Not to mention smart. I've got flaws and issues like everyone else. Am I the best at communicating? No, and I'm sure that makes me less friendly than I ought to be."

Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what?

"No. I don't let myself drift off into daydreams and what ifs. I started down that road, I'd never stop."

Anubis: How do you feel about death?

Atum: What are your greatest imperfections?

Bastet: Do you have any cats?

Hathor: What brings you joy?

Horus: What is one thing you've had to fight for in your life?

Osiris: Do you believe in the underworld?

Ra: Do you have any major responsibilities or importance?

Thoth: Do you like to read/write?

Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done?

Bran: How is your health?

Brighid: Tell us about your relationship with your father.

Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal?

Danu: What is your relationship with your mother?

Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?

Olwen: What is your favorite flower?

Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed?

Bragi: What kind of music do you listen to?

Freya: Have you ever been in love?

Freyr: Do you have any children?

Hœnir: Are you a silent or talkative person?

Iounn: How old are you?

Loki: What is the best trick you've ever pulled on someone?

Odin: What is your family like?

Thor: Would you consider yourself pretty powerful?

Tree: What have you done with your life? What are you going to do with it?

Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?

Ares: Are you an easy person to anger?

Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist?

Apollo: Do you play any instruments?

Dionysus: Do you drink?

Hades: Do you have a bad reputation?

Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead?

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?

Poseidon: Are you a moody person?

Zeus: Are you a confident person?

Jupiter: Would people say that you are intimidating or fairly approachable?

Pluto: Where do you think we go when we die?

Apollo & Dianna: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night?

Mars: Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Minerva: Do you generally give good advice?

Proserpine: Have you ever felt trapped?

Plutus: Do you have a job?

Venus: Have you ever had your heart broken?

Vesta: Do you like being home or do you try to get out whenever you can?

Someone was fired up and Stag would be lying if he didn’t find it both ridiculously endearing and partially amusing. It was rare for him to express any level of determination, so watching as such a complex emotion drove this woman’s sense of justice was intriguing. “That does sound pretty bad for the residents in the district who can’t afford the rent spike,” he bemused, eyes still alight with some level of humor. “You could always ask them what they’re planning on doing. With a little persuading, you might even be able to persuade them to polish rather than completely renovate. It’d be an improvement without sacrificing the integrity of the property or significantly increase the value.” He’d done deals like that in the past that had been wildly successful, though he had a penchant for glamouring people into finding his deals to be…favorable.

Viv clicked her tongue. “I find that the people buying up places in the industrial district aren’t exactly open to negotiation.” Alright, so she hadn’t really tried to negotiate with them. Unless walking out of her loft in her pajamas and telling them to stop working until the sun was fully up counted as negotiating.

“‘S kinda the whole point of the word industrial, isn’t it?” he asked, less curious and more in jest. It seemed like such a strange thing to get worked up about, though he imagined she held stronger ties to the community than he did. He loved his fair share of antiques but he loved watching society evolve. “The industry demands renovation and innovation. Times are changing and no one wants to be left behind.”