#c:leanne

@anniepemberley

He had already measured the little room, but then tried to avoid wasting whatever possible amusement he could find there, as he wasn’t sure for how long he was supposed to be locked in there. He had been trapped in cages many times, yet this was surprisingly the largest one. Oberon wasn’t sure of the severity of this imprisonment. He trusted Leanne’s judgment, yet she surrounded herself of the most curious personalities of the realm --- and Lord Balor among them. Amazing ! --- and a vague sense of uncertainty forced him to doubt the extent of her leadership. 

As if summoned by his meditations, he saw the aforementioned woman. He smirked, welcoming, lazily resting his elbows on the bars of the cell. “Ah, Lady Leanne, have you come to inspect the accommodations?” He regarded her as the knight opened the gate to let her in, and he quietly chuckled, still not turning around to face her. “Of all the things I imagined us doing together, meeting in a cell was never one of them. Quite interesting, isn’t it?” 

Before participating, please ensure you have read the event.

The hour for the alliance to reveal itself has arrived. The free folk are creeping into the Keep, and the only armies to assist the Vitellos are the Pemberleys. While the members of this scheming group may be scattered, they know what must be done; they recognize that while it is the free folk who are the spark, they are the flame that comes from it. What are they thinking as the moment for their reveal ticks forward? As lords and ladies are being gathered in the throne room to await judgement, what is it they want to happen? For all the speeches and words these individuals cling to, it is now that the rest of the world learns who they really are.

“the throat after the scream, bloody, ripped raw— i know, i know, i’ve been there. i’ve called it home.”

PARA RESPONSE: structured vengeance

It was too sweet for her taste. She preferred a more citric flavor, but this time Leanne had chosen the pastries and it was too late to object. They had been silent for a moment, yet it was far from awkward. It was, in fact, quite reassuring. Mina sipped of her tea to wash away the sweetness, before smiling softly at the other woman, just in case Leanne glanced at her.

The priestess observed Lady Pemberley pacing with a mind full of worries. The taller woman, however, couldn’t ease the smirk pulling her lips. The strident noise of sudden chaos sounded far from them, and so close at the same time. These were the moments she enjoyed the most, when others had come up with plans and she had the freedom of improvising, of letting herself go, and drag everyone else with her. It was sweet too, but this, she liked. 

Mina stood up when the doors opened and silently witnessed the required politeness and social conventions, admiring the respect paid to her friend. She then strolled behind Leanne, with her hands grabbing her own arms, hugging herself, just as if she tried to contain her eagerness, though she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hide  it for much longer. 

They all lined up as they should have done it from the start, and Medusa smiled as she waited for the doors to open, for the show was just about to begin.