Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>15-03-2016, 04:56:32</strong>
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				(This is going to be the first 'establishing' post for my new Changeling: the Lost <strong>Small Group</strong> RP here on E! :D It's me, VioletPanda, and haren,-- there's some chance that haren might not end up playing, we'll see how that goes once we get started, and if so I'll ask the mods to move this to the solos forum. For now, though, let's get started.)<br><br><hr><br>(Panda's character, Glow, already had a short prelude where she escaped from Arcadia with the help of a young Winter-Court Firetouched named Emily Coal. This involved her having to rip out her crystal eyes, having an Autumn Courtier named "Augustus" (and Ogre Chirugeon), making her some replacement eyes from Quartz. They work.. well enough. Since then, Emily-- destined for Spring,-- has spent the last 2 weeks Fostered to the Winter Court until she can officially join the Freehold...)<br><br>The Winter Court had been kind to their new Fosterling over the past two weeks, though their ways could be strange to understand. They hid themselves aggressively from the Gentry, mimicking human lives as precisely as they could even if it led to Emily doing things like 'heading out for 8 hours, just to waste some time in the city so it wasn't obvious that she didn't have a job.' They'd talk to each other over the phone in code, which Emily's houseguest didn't know (and thus couldn't interpret or easily puzzle out), but which sounded like they were getting ordinary day-to-day phone calls from friends or family members. Whenever she was out, <em>anywhere</em>, Emily always made an especial effort to be sure that she blended in as much as possible or at the very least that she <em>didn't stand out</em>.<br><br>It was obvious that the Firetouched had just moved into her apartment a few weeks ago, despite the fact that Emily had told the younger Changeling that she'd been living free in the city of the past 7 years. Glow had even blundered upon some boxes that still hadn't been unpacked in the closet of the guest room, where she was staying for the time being, having been introduced to the neighbors as 'a friend going through some tough times.' Emily just, as she'd explained to her fosterling, vacates her apartment every so often and grabs a new one... her latest move had <em>also</em> come with a new identity. Neighbors currently knew her as "Emily Martin," while she was apparently born "Emily Lugo." (Coal was just the name she went by with the Court, and when among other Changeling, a not-infrequent thing.)<br><br>Most of their time had been spent with Emily filling Glow in about 2016, filling in the gaps that the fosterling was still missing from the last 5-years and covering any other holes that they found. Everything from making sure she'd seen the new Star Wars movie, filling her in on some pop culture she should probably know, and so forth. The Court had even pitched in to get Glow a new Cellphone, and Emily had personally taken her new Fosterling on a shopping trip to fill out her non-existent wardrobe with some new clothes. "It's important," Emily had explained, "that you have enough clothes that you're not always wearing the same thing every day, or even too often in a row. You don't want people to think you just showed up out of nowhere a few days ago."<br><br><strong>Everything</strong> with the Winter Court was like that: very deliberate, very considered, nothing left to chance or ignored.<br><br>"Any little mistake can lead to them finding you again," Emily had explained. "You have to be careful about everything you do, if you're going to join the Winter Court, that's our defense... it's the <em>best</em> defense.."<br><br>Whenever she tried to get anyone to help her get back in touch with her family, though, they seemed to always put it off. 'Not yet,' 'You're not ready,' 'Soon, Glow, please trust us. Don't rush this.' They were obviously worried about something, and given the way they acted about everything, they probably had a very deliberate well-considered reason why they kept putting her off-- but, well,-- Emily could tell that her friend was beginning to get the impression that the other Courts weren't quite as uptight about all this stuff as her Winter Court friends. That, despite that, the Changelings who were members of those Courts didn't end up all getting carted away back to Arcadia en masse. It was a fact which Emily mostly shrugged off, saying that it was more complicated than that but that the other Courts had their own strategies too,-- that every Changeling had to pick the court that fit <em>them</em> best, in the end, but that they couldn't be afraid to take on some of the best practices of the other Courts as well.<br><br>"There's a reason a well-balanced Freehold has all four Courts in power, Glow, and even if you don't stay with us in the end,-- we have a lot to teach you&nbsp; if you let us..."<br><br><strong>This</strong> morning, though, when her fosterling found her standing in the kitchen in one of her boyfriends old ratty T-shirt's and a pair of panties, frying up some eggs and most likely burning these sausages... Well, Emily had a feeling that Glow wasn't going to take any more putting off. Not this time. Emily knew she was either going to have to tell the young changeling why going to see her family wasn't a good idea just yet, or just <em>help her</em>, and she wasn't likely to take "today isn't a good day" as an excuse anymore. Even if it was technically true. 'Fuck...'<br><br>"Hey glowbug," Emily said, smiling. "Have a seat, I'll have breakfast in a bit. Anything bothering you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>15-03-2016, 06:02:36</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Since having her sight returned, the world had gotten so <em>confusing</em>. There were shopping trips, explanations to neighbors...so many little things to remember that was all adding up. Emilyhad three names now, a totally fake life that seemed just as real as what their lives had been before, but still there was still so <em>much</em> to remember. She didn't think she could keep it all in her head. It was like being a spy, and Glow was definetely picking things up...she had a feeling she'd forget something and that the Winter Court wasn't for her. That didn't mean she wasn't grateful- of course she was!- and she hoped that Emily or her friends wouldn't see her joining another Court as something like that.<br><br>Her family had been in her thoughts since she'd gotten her vision back, and while she knew that all the little things they were doing were important, Glow couldn't help but feel Emily and the others were using them as an excuse for her not to see her family. And after another night of waking up soaked in sweat from dreams she barely remembered, she wanted to see her family now more than ever. Enough stalling.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Even so, she'd taken the time to do those little things that Emily had impressed upon her- shower, dress in something she hadn't worn in the past 5 days, made a point of putting on the glasses they'd gotten her. They weren't prescription, and she doubted it would help, but it was a little bit of magic that the regular people thought was normal.<br>&nbsp; The glasses even had a case- it was blue. She'd had help coming up with a story other than 'rough patch' if probed. Which had been more than a little unsettling, given her how much older she looked now. She'd settled on 'shitty ex-boyfriend' who's name was Darren Madsen who had broken up with her which meant she now had no roof over her head except for Emily, who had been nice enough to help her get back on her feet again.<br><br>&nbsp;She had finally remembered her old name- Michelle -and it tore her up inside it. She didn't want to go by it any anymore, so she'd have to pick a new one. Emily would have to help her- she seemed a lot better at this undercover stuff and Glow was really having trouble with the detail stuff...<br>&nbsp;Glow padded into the kitchen to see Emily making eggs and smiled back. It was easier with the shower. They cured almost everything.<br><br>&nbsp;"Morning, Em. Breakfast sounds good, but yeah...I had a bad dream last night. And I really want to go see my family. I know you keep saying it's too soon, but if not now then when? I have to go sometime."<br>&nbsp; She was a pale blue, frustrated but trying not to make it a bad morning. Bad mornings sucked. <br>She looked at her nails as she sat at the kitchen table. Maybe she should paint them or something.<br>"Darren's number is still in my phone- just so know not to pick up if I see it." she added.<br><br>"Can we finally go see them today or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>15-03-2016, 09:17:18</strong>
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				Emily listens to the words coming out of her fosterling's,-- really, her friends',-- mouth as she pops into the kitchen and immediately goes into how she wants to see her family. Nevermind the pale blue coloring, which she'd learned from experience was not the best sign on her mood-ring of a friend, but still not at all ready to have this conversation. Certainly not <em>today</em>, of all days,-- but, well, life never gives a Winter Courtier a problem that she can't figure out some way to deal with. Step one, diffuse the immediate situation. "Sit down, breakfast is in a minute. We can talk about your family afterwards, okay?"<br><br>That seemed to placate her friend, which Emily was grateful for, concentrating on her thoughts while she continued cooking their meal for the day. If she wasn't really good at cooking eggs and sausage, she'd probably have burned something dividing her thoughts as much as she was, deciding exactly how she wanted to handle this: the fact that she was mostly done with the 'cooking' portion of the preparation helped too.<br><br>The sat down at the kitchen table, eating their breakfasts while chatting lightly in the nonsensical manner of completely normal people who weren't Changelings, a skill that Emily was trying to teach Glow again. It was easy, after spending even a few years in Arcadia (much less 20!), to forget how to be normal and even a Spring Courtier had to be careful about spooking the mundanes and making a scene.<br><br>Really, Emily thought-- sometimes,-- that the Winter Court should foster <em>all</em> new Changelings. Blending in tended to be one thing that they all needed refresher courses on...<br><br>Finally, just before Glow was tempted to once again ask about her Family,-- before they'd fully finished eating, but more or less at the end of the meal, at the 'polishing things off' stage-- Emily brought up the subject herself: "So, you know, your family..."<br><br>"...let me put this as delicately as I can. You know how you didn't realize that you'd only been gone 5 years, and how it took you a long time to wrap your head around that? There's another issue, like that,-- something you don't know that makes it <em>very complicated</em> to just pop in on your folks."
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				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>15-03-2016, 09:39:49</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Breakfast was good. While Glow wanted to go see her family, she knew whatever happened, it was going to be really rough. Her mom would probably cry...She wasn't sure about her brother or her dad, but they might too. She was going to need her strength for what was coming. Besides, it was one of those 'normal' things Emily stressed so much, and so she contented herself with normal talking- music, the new movie that was coming out next week, things like that.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; It was a huge relief to talk about something <em>else</em>, to act like nothing had ever happened, even though they both knew it was a lie. It was...nice. Really nice. Hell, for a chance at normal, she'd be willing to go back to high school if she could...Or maybe just take a couple online classes or something. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She was scraping the last of the egg from her plate when Emily brought up her family and Glow quickly put her fork down. <br>&nbsp;What...What was Emily talking about?<br>&nbsp;"You mean...like a magic thing?" Glow asked anxiously. "Like what? Did...Did my parents not even think to look for me?"<br><br>&nbsp;Glow didn't realize just how accurate her statement was- she was imagining that they had just...forgotten about her. <br>&nbsp;"But I'm back now, so we can go see them, right? It'll have to all come back when they see me. Right?"<br>&nbsp; She looked older now, but they'd have to recognize their own daughter, and sister, they'd have to!<br>&nbsp; "Whatever it was, we can undo it, can't we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>15-03-2016, 16:01:23</strong>
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				It breaks Emily's heart, having to watch her friend go through all this, but she'd already decided what she had to do-- Step 2. Rip the Bandaid Off Quickly.<br><br>"When they take us, the Gentry don't like to leave any loose ends. They're creatures of Bargains, as well, so for everyone that they take... they also leave someone behind," Emily says, frowning softly. "They're makeshift people, shallow life breathed into them with Magic, made of whatever is found nearby. Old Burlap Sacks, some socks, and a mop,-- A bundle of leaves, a rake, the head of a squirrel and drop of your blood-- all kinds of things. Always, though, with a little dab of your Shadow."<br><br>"We call them Fetches, and while they aren't perfect, nobody ever notices the difference."<br><br>"Not even family members. There's been one, that looks exactly like you, living your life for you while you've been away. It's gone to school, kissed a boy, fought with your Mom, driven your little brother to the comic store. Everything that you didn't get to do, it was here doing for you,-- if's probably enrolled in college now, with a nice education, getting ready for a life that should have been yours..."<br><br>Emily pauses a bit, knowing that this is hard to take in,-- that its PAINFUL,- but also hoping that now Glow understands the delicacy of what she's asking and how important it is to be careful. That she shouldn't just rush into all of this and out herself to her family, that it was important to <em>wait</em> and <em>prepare</em> and <em>not act rashly</em>. In her heart of hearts, though, she doubts that will be the reaction that she gets. It's not how she reacted, its not how <strong>anyone</strong> reacts when they learn that their friends and loved ones had never looked for them at all. That they'd not even realized they had ever been gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 01:54:51</strong>
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				Glow's mouth fell open as she tried to process the words that were coming out of her friend's mouth. The more she heard, the more she wanted to scream and break things...but she didn't.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"What the <em>FUCK?!</em> she yelled. She was so blue she was almost black, and she felt like she should have been on fire besides she was so angry!<br><br>&nbsp;Her family had never even known she was gone?! If it had been something to just make them forget, but that she'd been replaced by scraps of who knew what was beyond insulting! <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Glow stood up, unable to sit still, hands clenched into fists.<br>"Those SONS OF BITCHES!" <br>&nbsp; She could feel the lump in her throat and knew she'd start crying soon, if she wasn't already. She was so mad she didn't even know who she was mad at- her family, Emily...the Gentry? Probably the Gentry. Or the Fetch.<br><br>&nbsp;That thing had <strong>stolen</strong> her life! It was bad enough that she'd been taken and managed to get back, but the thing that had given her the strength to go back might as well be gone! <br>&nbsp; Just what the fuck was she supposed to do?!<br>"I'm going to FIND THAT THING AND-!"<br><br>&nbsp; And what? What was she going to do? Kill it? She didn't even know how to fight much less kill somebody. Except that it only looked like a person. A thing. She couldn't kill something, especially when it looked like her...! Even if she did, then what? Her family would really grieve then, for the thing that they thought had been her....<br><br>"FUCK!" <br><br>&nbsp;She had to move- she started stomp-pacing the length of the kitchen, fuming. Glow was quiet, making about 2 circuits before she finally spoke again.<br>&nbsp;"You know what? No! Fuck that Fetch!"<br>Those were her kisses, her fucking grades! Her after-school stuff! And she'd missed all of it!<br>&nbsp;It wasn't fair! All of these things she'd missed out on that she'd never had the chance to do again!<br><br>&nbsp; Suddenly, she stopped her pacing and went right over to Emily, and kissed her, ready to pull away if Emily didn't seem into it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 05:52:25</strong>
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				Emily just waited for all of this to run its course, figuring that she'd work her way through it and hoping that Glow didn't end up redirecting her anger at what happened to her at a more convenient source. Namely, me, the Firetouched can't help but think,-- only keeping a grin off her face via how very very inappropriate that would be<br><br>Once Glow was ready, she'd go ahead and get into Step 3. Try to Bargain with them, even though she didn't think it'd work...<br><br>...especially not now, with this reaction,-- Emily could almost follow it step by step. Raw anger, grief at what she'd had taken from her, murderous rage, and finally, a surge of uncomfortableness which Emily has very much used to in every particular. She'd gone through all of the same basic stages, and ultimately decided to hire someone to take care of her fetch for her,-- even if she didn't really want her life back, not anymore, Emily very much didn't want some fey monster out there living her life for her. Thusly, her original self had vanished into the realm of the disappeared and missing.<br><br>As she watches Glow work through this, though, an unexpected reaction is quickly thrust in her face,-- in the form of the young rainbow girl's lips pressed against Emily's. It was such a shock that Emily couldn't help but kiss back if only for a few moments, but it was an awkward kiss, Glow sliding up close to her with only the most tentative of touches. Ready to bolt, or at least pull away,-- and, when Emily pulled back, she couldn't help but let out a quick, "It's okay. Calm down..."<br><br>Just to calm the poor girl down, let her know that it was OKAY.<br><br>"..so, what exactly was that, Glowbug?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 01:32:03</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; Since Glow didn't really know what she was doing, it seemed really funny that Em was telling her to calm down. But she didn't laugh- in fact Glow felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. Embarrassed. And she hadn't felt like that in...a decade. Longer than that- being naked all the time lost the shock value after a while.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;But this? She'd gone completely nuts and kissed her best friend! Because she sure didn't feel like she knew anyone else as well as she knew Emily. And she'd just walked up and...!<br><br>&nbsp; She didn't know if she was for sure, but she felt like she was blushing -maybe it was a color other than pink, she'd never had the chance to look?- and she paused as she tried to think of how to explain without sounding like what she thought was a really bad friend.<br><br>"Um...Sorry?"<br>&nbsp;But Emily had kissed her back- that was good right? <br>"I was just...I was thinking about all these things my Fetch had done, that I would have done, and...I don't think my Fetch has done that. Kissed a girl. I mean, maybe? But she hasn't kissed <em>you</em>. I know, that sounds <em>really really</em> bad, because you're my best friend, and I should have asked, but I mean- just because my Fetch has done all this stuff, doesn't mean I can't do stuff."<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She sounded like a pouting child as she went on, rationalizing what she had just done, almost going so far as to across her arms until she stopped herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 01:27:02</strong>
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				Emily just laughs a little, nodding, "It's okay! Don't worry about it, I understand... and, no, I think I'd remember it if a pretty girl like you gave me a kiss."<br><br>The last bit was followed with a wink, smiling a bit,-- it was somewhat calculated, sure, hoping to drain away some of the tension and get Glow back on target. Not that she was being dishonest,-- Glow was a pretty girl, and in other circumstances, she wouldn't even mind a kiss,-- but getting involved with ones Fosterling was just a bad idea.<br><br>"Anyway, look-- if you want to go see your family, I'm not going to stop you, just be careful and keep in mind that they aren't going to know that you've been gone,--" she says, softly. "You might not want to do anything until you have an idea of your Fetch, too, so you have some idea of... well, who they think you are now,.."<br><br>It looked like Glow understood, and it also looked like she was coming to terms with the idea that her meeting with her parents might not go how she wanted it to,-- what she'd do from here, though, Emily couldn't guess.<br><br>"You've waited long enough, anyway,-- if you can wait a few more days, I can help you with this, but I know that's a lot to ask in this circumstance. I just have some stuff that <em>have</em> to get done today..." he says, giving Glow an apologetic kind of glance. "That said! I have a friend. Someone who owes me a favor. So if you want to get started on this today, I can give her a ring, and she can help you out. It's up to you."
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				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 03:30:36</strong>
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				Elsewhere, Itziar was crashed out on a couch in very little and smelled a bit like a brewery. Successful show last night and even more successful party. Where she was, their manager's house. He had a better place for parties, and enjoyed the company of fans. Her pants were across the back of the couch and the phone in the pocket. Emily is just lucky that a stone based body doesn't get hangovers the way most people do.<br><br>She was a bit under average height but with a nice solid build. Solid grey eyes, spikey black hair with shocks of white, and skin that looks to be a blend of white, violet, and pink smooth stone. In fact, she is pretty much all stone, the obsidian of her hair having the white "spots" that created the shocks.<br><br>Her name had been Mendia once, but that was a while ago. Now she's the sensation of the stage, rocking everyone either with music or with her MMA beatdowns. Funny thing is, for someone so... stoney, she's really attractive in an unexpected way.
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				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 02:38:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; Glow thought she might have been blushing at Emily's flirting -though if it was just being nice she doubted that she would have known the difference.&nbsp; She was beyond rusty-but she was wasn't sure. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"...I'm not sure if I... " Glow began,&nbsp; much less upset but still certain that she should go see her family. She just wasn't sure if she could wait.&nbsp; She didn't want to make Emily feel bad. And yet... she had given the option. <br><br>"I'd... i'd like to start today.&nbsp; Even if I don't meet them again... I should see them or something, " <br>glow Glow didn't know wHAT she would do when she saw them. maybe it was best she wait and see, given that her return home probably wouldn't even be that much. They'd be strangers. they wouldn't know her. <br><br>"I'll be careful. Come up with a story why I'm there or something, if I do talk to them. "
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				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 03:08:31</strong>
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				"If that's what you want to do,-- just let me get you some help?" Emily says, smiling at her fosterling, getting up from the table and grabbing her cellphone off the bar.<br><br>~<br><br>Itziar is on the speed-dial, of course, to the point that it takes a shorter period to dial than it takes for the Fairest to actually <em>pick up</em>. After too many rings, though, she hears the Stonebones-- sounding a bit tired, like she'd just woken up and is speaking into the receiver without having even checked who it was first,-- ...which, honestly, is just about perfect for Emily's purpose.<br><br>"Hey! I hope you're up for popping over to my place and taking my Fosterling out to visit her old family, or at least get a feel for them and do some footwork, <em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">cause you <strong>owe</strong> me a favor</span></em>," Emily says, her voice distinctive and emotive enough that Itzy will probably figure out who it is in short-order. The two of them, after all, go back more than a ways... are, as they say, quite tight. "This will settle the books, clear the black mark from your record, make us <strong>even</strong>. Is that something that interests you, Itzy-bitsy?"
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				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 03:47:33</strong>
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				"As you said, I owe you a favor. Give me a bit. I'll call once I'm on my way over. I'm not in any shape to go out like this." Her muscles and bones GRIND like the sound you might imagine the earth making as it quakes.<br><br>"So, what sort of family is it? Should I try and pretend I'm even slightly respectable, or does it not matter? Since this is paying back a favor, I figure I'll ask. There's always the chance I'm recognized anyways."<br><br>She's pulling on some more clothes and heads out the door. "Anything else I should know or do? Am I going to have to crack some skulls? I mean you did call me, and I'm all about sex, kicking ass, and rock and roll."<br><br>Emily pauses... sometimes you have a hammer when what you really need is a screwdriver, and this is one of those times. But at least Itziar means well in her own way.<br><br>"Ok, let me check here. I don't know them myself, so I don't know what to expect."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 09:20:26</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; Glow couldn't hear both sides of the conversation, but it seemed pretty obvious what was about to happen.<br>&nbsp; "Um...Well, my dad works for the state, my little brother Corey likes books..." she began, not sure how else to describe them.<br>&nbsp;"They're just a regular suburban family, I guess? Dad's kinda uptight. Or well, he was. Mom was less so, but they..."<br>&nbsp;Glow frowned- she really had no idea what her family was like now. The past five years were totally gone- maybe Dad had gotten promoted.<br><br>&nbsp;How much did she not know?<br>&nbsp; "They're not, you know, high class or anything. Kinda in the middle."
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				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 12:35:43</strong>
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				"That's vague, but we'll figure it out. Anyways, I'm out and will be over soon."<br><br>True to her word, Itziar heads home to wash up and change, not taking her time in doing so. All in all, it seems like half an hour will get her there in front of Glow.<br><br>While she is doing that, Emily looks to Glow. "So, my friend will soon be on their way over here. Do you have any questions about them or things you should know before she arrives?"
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				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 05:37:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With how the conversation had gone, Glow wondered what history Emily and her friend had- it didn't seem all that positive talking about the black mark. But Glow wasn't going to pry into that- it wasn't her place by any stretch.<br>&nbsp; The fosterling thought for a moment.<br>&nbsp;"What Court is she? Winter, like you?" <br><br>&nbsp; It seemed like most of her friends were Winter Court, and Glow wasn't surprised. She pushed her glasses up higher on her nose, as though they actually helped her see, and looked innocently at her friend. <br><br>"What's she like?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 03:36:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Spring Court, actually," Emily said with a smile. "You'll be meeting her soon enough, so I'll let you make judgments on the rest..."<br><br>With that, Emily excused her, nothing that she had to get a shower and dressed up for some things that would be going on in her own life. Which, after all, didn't exactly revolve around Glow's,-- she had her own business that she needed to attend to today! Else she would have just played ride-along with Glow herself, rather than pawning it off, though in the end. Emily figured it was probably for the best! It was past time for Glow to have some contact with some of the other Courts and Emily had a feeling that she'd fit in well with the Spring Court mindset...<br><br>...this didn't change the fact that Emily was still tucked away in her room, getting dressed, when the doorbell rang. Marking the arrival of the other Changeling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 04:05:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Itzair rapped lightly on the door. "Yo, Emily, I'm here. Ready to take your friend on a field trip to visit the folks. Make sure you've gone to the bathroom, brought some snacks, and keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times."<br><br>When the door opens, it reveals her leaning against the door frame, relaxed as the small mountain she might resemble to some eyes. Her joking is as rough as her voice and nature. But it's not mean-spirited in intent.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>04-05-2016, 08:39:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Glow had already heard the knock, not to mention the female voice calling and she hastened to the door with a quick "I've got it!" to Emily still changing in her room before she pulled open the door, looking surprised at 'Itzy-bitzy' who was standing in the doorway. Obviously that was an ironic cutesy nickname.<br>&nbsp; She tried not the stare -she didn't think anyone would like to be gawked at and she knew she sure didn't like it. But it was interesting; Itzy looked like her, sort of.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She was more stocky, obviously, and if pressed Glow would have to say Itzy's skin looked like...marble? Sort of? Compared to Glow's sharp angles, Itzy seemed more organic. Which wasn't a bad thing at all- Glow thought she was pretty, and you couldn't say that about every Changeling that had made it's way back home.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hi! I'm Glow,"<br>&nbsp;She thrust out a near-translucent and delicate looking hand to shake hands- that was a normal thing Emily had pressed upon her again. Even if it was a lie, normal was important. And speaking of lie...She needed to come up with a new name that didn't sound like it was from the 60s.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>04-05-2016, 09:51:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Itzair looks at the hand and shakes it. "Well, <strong>nice to feel welcome!</strong>" raising her voice so Emily could hear. "I'm Itzair. So, you the one I'm taking out and about? Look a bit fresh, so one bit of warning, not everyone is always as nice and sweet as me. It's hard being so misunderstood as an artist..."<br><br>Emily comes out, "Nice and sweet and misunderstood my ass. You beat people down for money two or three nights a week, sing and play punk with parties another three. And who knows what the hell you are up to on the seventh day."<br><br>Itzair shrugs, "Well, a good artist needs multiple forms of expression. One of mine happens to using blood and hand to hand combat as my medium. Can you blame me for doing something I love and am good at? Trust me, Glow, you are in the best of hands with me. Anyone even looks at you slightly strange, I'll hit them for you." She's probably kidding about that, anyone who knows her would say. Probably.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>04-05-2016, 10:29:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Glow nodded, biting back the 'Nice to meet you' on her lips and giving a nervous smile instead. They weren't exactly going out to go shopping. This was serious business today.<br>&nbsp; She wasn't exactly sure what to make of Itzair and Emily arguing, what was true- did Itzair really beat people up? Like...boxing on tv? It sounded like boxing. But wasn't it dangerous, doing things like that with so many people watching?<br>It didn't fit very well with what Em had taught her about avoiding the attention of the Gentry.<br><br>&nbsp; But then again...She doubted Itzair's Fetch was doing those things, so she could totally understand why Itzair would do those things...if that was the reason why. That had been the reason she kissed Emily, after all.<br>&nbsp; She decided that the other Changeling was joking and her smile widened to a grin.<br>&nbsp;"I'm glad I'll have somebody like you looking out for me. I'll need all the help I can get, today." That thought sobered her a bit.<br>&nbsp; She crossed her fingers.<br>&nbsp;"I've even come up with a reason why I'm there when I go knocking on their door so...Hopefully it'll go well."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>05-05-2016, 09:40:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's the spirit. Go in swinging and don't worry about the consequences. That's the path to success. I'm sure Emily will agree, which is why she's putting you in my care here." She grins towards where she figures Emily is. "So we can take off any time you want."<br><br>Itzair doesn't act anything like Emily or how the Winter Court is presented. If she's serious, careful is the last thing she ever is.<br><br>"So, are we expecting a fight here? And if so, with just normal people? Figure I should ask so I don't go in swinging when you just want to talk... or hold back when you want someone punched in the face."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>06-05-2016, 08:29:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm okay to leave now..."<br><br>&nbsp;Glow was startled by the idea that she might get in a fight going to see her parents. <br>"Uh...I hadn't been expecting a fight." she replied uneasily. "I just wanted to maybe talk to them..." if she could get to that point.<br><br>"If there is one- a fight- my family are just normal people. Except the Fetch." her voice got a little harder as she mentioned her doppelganger.<br>"But even though it's not human, and I'm pretty sure I want it dead...You shouldn't kill it. That would really hurt my family."<br><br>&nbsp;She really had to figure out what she was going to say- she was still working that out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>06-05-2016, 10:20:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No problem. Up to you. Of course, if your Fetch is there, I think we've got bigger problems to worry about, don't you? And how are we going to tell if it is? I assume you've got a plan if Emily is sending me out with you." She's relaxed, but obviously assumes that Emily isn't asking her to go into a situation that's stupid and potentially dangerous, just maybe stupid. <br><br>"Emily, if this goes south, I'm paying way more than I owe you and I think you need to admit you'll owe me, right?!" She's waiting here... and maybe she's being ruthless, but Emily is one of the biggest mirthless, hardasses around and she doesn't much feel like giving her slack in the worst. Anyways, Emily owing her could be really damn useful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 09:31:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; Glow hadn't thought about actually meeting her Fetch. Would it look...exactly like her? Glow's mask was, what, her twenties? And she'd been gone five years...Would they look similar? Would the Fetch know who she was? Or that it was just a fake? How did that even work? I mean, everyone had a twin somewhere in the world, right? 7 billion people- one of them had to look like her naturally.<br><br>&nbsp; "Oh shit- will it know I'm the real deal? Like, will it try to hurt me or my family or something?"<br>She asked worriedly. She didn't have a plan for that. She'd just figured...you know, see what her Fetch was doing, what life she'd had...the life Glow hadn't gotten to live. <br>&nbsp; If her family was happy without her, then...what could she do? Could she even stand watching a copy of herself with her family, living the life that should have been hers?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 12:01:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It might not realize what's going on, but it will see you the way you see yourself. It will see ANY Changeling that way. And remember, they're made with fae magic. They are no more limited to those things any person can do than we are. But more importantly, what happens when your family has two people claiming to be you. One remembers all the things that 'you' have gone over since you were taken. While you remember only those things from before. How will THEY react? If the Fetch acted violently towards them, that would be the best case for you. But if it doesn't? How will it feel if your family rejects you as the fake? You gotta ask yourself if that's what you really want."<br><br>She's not holding anything back. It seemed like Emily was tossing this in her lap, so she'll hit the girl with some cold reality that needs to be faced before anything else.<br><br>"And what if the Fetch is living a life you feel you deserve? What if they seem to be doing better than you think you would have? What if they're living a life you would hate? Don't go into something you care about half-baked in plans and feelings. Charge in without regrets and don't care about what comes next. THAT is the way to live. Don't let Emily give you that Winter bullshit about playing nice, hiding away. That's not living, that's surviving. Me, I didn't come back just to destroy my soul in a different fashion. I came back to LIVE. So... what's it gonna be? It's on Emily's dime."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 00:50:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Well, I..." Glow began hesitantly, wringing her fingers briefly.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;What Itzair was saying didn't make sense, and yet, it did. It definitely didn't match what she'd been taught. She thought she should have a plan going in there- especially if the Fetch could see through her mask. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"I hadn't planned on bursting in and saying 'Hey, it's me and I'm back after 5 years!' if there's somebody that's been pretending to be me there. I just...I wanted to go and see them, see if they're okay...I mean, I didn't think I could just walk back into my old life. I mean, I had, until I heard about the Fetch...But I figure even if my Fetch has done a bunch of things, there's still things <em>I</em> can do!"<br><br>&nbsp; She didn't mention she already had- she'd gone sort of crazy and didn't know if Itzair would get angry with her for kissing Emily.<br>&nbsp; "I...I want to go and see my parents and find out what my family is like now...and what my Fetch has done with my life. And then well...we'll go do something my Fetch would <em>never</em> do!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brambles and Rust: Lost in Detroit [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 17:20:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Itzair chuckles. "That's it! What's the point of being on Earth if you can't enjoy it? Come on, let's get going there. Your family still living in the same place? Make sure to get the current address and we'll be off."<br><br>She's practically leaping down the stairs, grabbing the guard rail and flinging her legs forward to land on the turn, using the end of the rail to start moving into a swing down the next stairs... and considering her mass, probably doing a bit of damage along. It's what she was good at. It's not unlikely Glow saw the first leap down. "Catch up and I'll have the car running." She's feeling good. It might be her repaying a favor, but she's got the feeling there will be fun trouble along the way.<br><br>She starts up the car. It's an old muscle car she'd spent money rebuilding and touching up to look old but have comforts of the modern day. She revs it letting the rumble and small roar out. "I hope she likes a good bit of speed. If not, well, she probably wants to be Winter or Autumn."
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