Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)
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				Title: <strong>Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 08:46:28</strong>
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				There is an old flyer in the window of the little cafe, it's some old political party election flyer, probably a good few decades old and probably there was some big tale why the thing got placed there, though now it was naturally part of the place like any other item of reality there. The same flyer was around in other parts of the rather averagely sized town, most people would think it was from some kind of big thing that happened back in the day, but now it was just ancient history. No one really knows, not even the decidedly nonhuman residents of the little place, surrounded by a variety of fields and woods, the quiet one-road town where the part-fae, the Changelings, live secretly among humanity there.<br><br>The flyers though, not just the one placed in the old cafe window, served a purpose for the Changelings, they marked a place as a meeting spot for their local Freehold. The Freehold is their name for themselves as a collective - all those who escaped the Faerie realm of Arcadia and cling to each others aid to never find their way back to that Labyrinthian hellish wonder realm. So within the cafe, the honour of keeping a guest was held, it was a mini sanctuary, for Changelings. As such it was presently that Pan, or so the man called himself, a Changeling himself, walked into the cafe for his dinner. He was one who tended to turn up in the cafe as the hours were waning in the day, grab some well cooked fries for his dinner and be on his way. Most of the time he'd be the only one of his kind besides the owner to show up there. That was fine though, keeping contact with humans kept his mind clear.<br><br>An everyday person would never expect Pan was part-fae. That he'd signed contracts gifting him with magic and connecting him via Fate to the wider world around him. To look at him, he was a slim man, around 30 years of age, thick brown wavy hair on his head and he tended to wear a slim thin patchwork hoodie and torn-at-the-knee skinny jeans that hung low and covered his skateboard sneakers. He tended to keep his hands in his hoody pockets and his knees always seemed slightly bent, though he had a rather accepting body language, his tired eyes always looked liked he had walked a mile and was relieved he'd finally been able to stop.<br><br>To those who were touched by the fae, either other Changelings or those gifted by them to see past the Mask glamour provides them with, they'd see the same clothes, but two brown horns poked through his fluffy hair, his light stubble formed a slight and angular goatee beard and his legs bent more in the shape of a goat, for his true image was formed by the Faerie realm of Arcadia to be a panpipes playing Satyr of legend. Thus when he came back to Reality from Arcadia, he took the name Pan as a sort of self-effacing badge of honour through all he had been through. So here, in a small cafe, in a small town, surrounded by fields and forests, a Satyr did sit, eating a plate of fries. Thus did this strange tale of his fate begin...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 19:23:45</strong>
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				That afternoon Lorelei felt more miserable than she ever imagined it would be possible, worse than the time she was trapped in Arcadia to do the bidding of a True Fae, becoming a Changeling, a Nix for that matter. She had tricked her way out of the Arcadia and constantly wondered if she had truly escaped for a few weeks now, plagued by nightmares and beckoning dreams in equal amount which made telling dream from reality hard for her. The human world she had returned to was no longer the world she knew before the True Fae came for her and just that morning she discovered that she was not missed by her loved ones either.&nbsp; A Fetch had taken her place, stealing her family, her boyfriend, stealing her whole life.&nbsp; She had enough sorrow stored in her nightmarish memories, but realizing that she really had no place to return to was the cherry on top sort to say. <br><br>She entered the café without actually looking ahead, her large green eyes gazing at her own steps on the floor, showing the intense make-up she wore.&nbsp; Her black-painted lips were arched downwards and she walked in slouching, as if the weight of the world was on her slender shoulders. Sensitive to every sound in the café she looked up at the one who was eating the plate of fries before her and shuddered, her posture changing suddenly to mimic her current emotion, that of surprise. Lorelei gawked at the man, taking in his strange horns and for a moment she panicked, ready to turn back and ran away as fast as possible, scared that one of “them” had come to get her back.&nbsp; To any normal person, Lorelei looked like a goth, only just a bit more dramatic than any other woman of her age, at best. Yet for those who could see past her Mask, the tiny scales adorning the frame of her face and the back of her hands gave away Lorelei’s new nature. She had a subtle set of gills just below her inhuman shaped ears and her pale smooth skin seemed to be still dipped into water.&nbsp; The tight black dress revealed her feminine shapes in a most extravagant way, given the lace it was adorned with at the wrists and at the lower edge which barely covered her thighs just below her shapely round rear. She wore fishnet stockings and high heels and kept her red hair loose on her back. <br><br>“No.” was all she could utter and she looked around, cautiously, wondering if it was best to run or to attack first. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 20:11:04</strong>
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				Pan looked up briefly as the door opened to the cafe and the new customer walked in. On first glance it was just another goth girl likely coming in to brood on her own for a bit before moving on. However, he squinted a little and noticed the scales that covered her exposed skin, almost snake-like, the wetness of her body... The lady looked like a beautiful mermaid, dressed in black. Pan knew the couple of Changelings about the town, catching them here in the cafe at times or wherever else was deemed a place of sanctuary or meeting across their Freehold. He knew pretty much everyone from the Courts in the area, those smaller groupings of the Freehold of Changelings with the same reactions to their Durances in <em>That Place</em>.<br><br>Few Changelings called the realm they were snatched to Arcadia or Faerie... No, to refer it had a superstition of the power of naming, that the True Fae may know they're being mentioned and come to get their transgressor... Even the Fae were referred to as 'Keepers' by the Changelings, let they earn the ire of the Fae once more. However the Fae were so mentally tapped and flighty with their whims that most Changelings were probably completely forgotten and replaced already, which made the poor souls worried about being caught again all the more to be pitied as they grew more and more paranoid and shut themselves away.<br><br>The beautiful mermaid opened her mouth and spoke. Pan got up from his chair with a start, "Wait... It's okay... I'm like you, I'm not one of... <em>Them</em>..." he reacted, right off the bat. "I haven't seen you about before... Are you from another Freehold? Where did you come from?" he asked. Luckily there were few people in the cafe at that moment to think much of this weird scene unfolding. A homeless man looked up from their cup of coffee, mumbled something and looked back down again. Pan placed his hands out wide before him, to show this new arrival he was not going to do anything antagonistic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 12:02:14</strong>
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				She took in a deep breath, calming herself down and looked at him cautiously. His body language made him more trusting than his words at least in her eyes and Lorelei came closer to him instead of running away. They were pretty much alone in the café except for what looked like a homeless and perhaps the waiter was somewhere close by she thought, but even so she was too afraid to draw <em>their</em> attention to risk speaking aloud. <br><br>“Wherever I’m coming from, I’m not going back.” She whispered and her voice was imbued in such enthralling magic, that the homeless turned to watch them like in a trance even if he didn’t hear the exact words. The Nix had no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned the Freehold, but she was glad to have met one of her kind despite her reluctance to trust him. He was different of course, in so many ways but at the same time he seemed more knowledgeable of what was going on or should be going on. For someone who just escaped the nightmare only to get into another, Pan was like the light at the end of the tunnel. <br>Just then she heard the door open and loud voices entering the café and she instantly turned to look. It was just a group of youngsters, but even so she took a seat at his table, keeping her back turned to them and trying to act normal. She didn’t say anything, just waited for him to sit down as well and then the waiter came to take her order as well. <br>“Just a coffee.” She said and taking advantage of the noise made by the new customers, she asked Pan what she had always wanted to know:<br><br>“There are more of us here? Who are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 19:57:55</strong>
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				Pan smiled to Lorelei in a reassuring manner when she first spoke, "Good... Trust me, I'm fairly sure all of us who come back from <em>there</em> don't wanna go back in a hurry...", sitting himself back down as she came to his table. The waiter came by, a mortal in employ of the fellow Changeling owner, giving a nod as they went to bring her the coffee she wished for. Pan watched the youngsters come by and sit at a table across the end of the cafe and settled down to talk more. "Yes... More of the ones the Keepers took who managed to come back, just like me and you. People call me Pan these days, I gave up my true name so <em>They</em> will have less of a clue to find me." he answered first of all.<br><br>He looked down to his plate and started to eat, though flicking his eyes to look over the clear new arrival every other bite. He couldn't sense any real mantle of a court in her aura, so she wasn't aligned with any of the courts of changelings that grouped their very special peoples together. "To answer more fully, yes... There's quite a few of us here. You may or may not have realised that those mortals that never tasted the faerie ways see us by the glamoured masks we hold, they don't see us by what the Keepers made us into... Whilst we're sat here as a mermaid and a satyr, those youngsters and that lone fellow see us as two regular people sat talking."<br><br>He picked up a fry and chewed it, looking around over to the people about. The waiter looked back to Pan, making the latter give the worker a nod and a polite smile, "However, changed as <em>we</em> are, we see others like us for what the faerie made us. The Wyrd protects us from magicks as much as it empowers us. We're not the only two who left <em>that</em> Hell behind. The collective we made for ourselves here within this place we refer to as the Freehold. We claim the realm outside of faerie, that of Reality, as our land... Thus the name. It's what we name our seperate society to mortal ways." Leaning back in the chair he was sat in, Pan folded his arms behind his head and looked Lorelei over, "So... What may I call you, dear miss?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 21:03:40</strong>
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				With every word he spoke her facial expression changed from cautious to relaxed, then surprised to almost gleeful, hearing that they were many more escapees who came together to form a community here. There was no need to feel hunted or exiled as she first felt when she realized that her old life was no longer hers. Of course, a few years have passed since she was taken, but that didn't sink in until she read the newspapers and without a decent place to sleep and with no money, she visited a friend from highschool who no longer had any connections to her friends or family. Lorelei had to come up with a lousy excuse that she couldn't stand her father being violent with her mother anymore and ran away from home. It made her heart crumble every time she thought about it. <br><br>"I did notice they're not looking at me as I'm some kind of freak." She replied at his question about the mask. "Well, no more than usual." She curled her black painted lips into a smile. "I'm...Lorelei." the girl said after a moment. "Pan's a good name." She concluded and the waiter brought her coffee then.<br><br>"Where can I go for a job?" She asked hopeful. "I mean, can I meet these others of the Freehold? I don't have an ID for a proper one here." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 05:54:10</strong>
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				"You're not a freak..." Pan smiled when Lore spoke back in response, "What you present are merely the scars of something you could not control, of you being thrown from your old life into a situation you did not ask or want to be placed in. Even those of us who wished for escapism and a life lived with the fae-blooded soon realise our mistake when they come to collect..." he added, continuing to eat. He kept eye contact with Lore and smiled at her. "You may not take much notice as it's coming from me, but I happen to think you look really attractive... Your skin is beautiful. To me, at least..." he said, in a calm almost sweet tone.<br><br>If anyone happened to wander by, they may think Pan was paying the goth-girl a compliment to the pale white of her skin in their eyes, whilst he was clearly to her speaking of how her skin seemed continually moist or wet and perhaps scaly like a fish in places. "Nice to meet you by the way, Lore. Thanks for the compliment..." he spoke as he picked up another of his fries and chewed on it afterwards. "If you want work and need papers for that, we have people that can sort that out for you. One of the cliques of changelings in town is a group called the Winter Court. Within their group is a small circle, the Silent knights. That offer a changeling who needs it the identification to get by in reality once more."<br><br>Pan started to finish up his plate and considered a small black coffee for himself as he looked over to what Lore had. "You can tell someone is part of that group as they tend to wear dark coloured clothes and their mouth is somehow covered, usually with a scarf of some kind. You'll feel a noticeably chill air about them and some even have ice grow from their being or seem to always have freshly laiden snow in their hair and on their shoulders, depending on how well respected they are in their Court, even in the middle of the hottest summer months. They aren't very forthcoming though... Worth the effort if you can make a pledge with one for the papers though."
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				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 15:11:08</strong>
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				There was a moment of silence between them while she looked straight at her cup of coffee, thinking about what he said for a bit. This was all so good to hear, that there was indeed a place for her in her home town where she didn't have to feel like an outcast or like an intruder in her own home. Yet the idea of meeting new changelings ny herself, of going to these Silent knights was vexing. She couldn't really know who she could trust and who to keep away from and even if Pan seemed friendly enough, Lorelei couldn't really know for sure what kind of a person...well, changling he was. <br><br>She sipped from her cup and lifted her dark eyes to look straight into his. <br><br>"Will you take me to them?" She asked in that soft voice of hers and he saw her fan-shaped ears relaxing now that she has made up her mind. "I really feel like the kid who was homeschooled for a couple of years and now has to meet the class. I wouldn't know what to ask for in the first place." She shrugged. "Which Court do you belong to?"
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				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 17:49:25</strong>
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				Pan gave a little smile as he finished up his plate, the kind of smile that seemed understanding and a little endeared, like someone shy and younger than him had asked him to accompany them somewhere they hadn't been before... Which in fact pretty much is exactly what happened. "I'll see what I can do. I don't hold any good will with the Winter Court, but that just means they're neutral towards me. They helped me get my papers, the Freehold looks after it's own after all..." he explained with a nod and a smile, as if to tell her he would do the same for her to now, as long as she wanted or needed him to, of course.<br><br>He got up from his seat and tucked it back under the table, leaning his hands down on the back of it, "Me? I don't belong to the four seasonal courts, but I am a Courtier of the Freehold..." Pan lifted his hands from the chair and stood tall, and spoke with some boastful confidence, a beaming proud smile across his face, "I belong to the bearers of the glacial axe, the court of the umbral, those who hold steadfast even as Ragnarok will fall upon us... I belong to the <em>Dusk Court</em>." He stood for a moment before placing his hands back down on the back of his chair, giving a nod of a boast well done. He let out a bit of a bashful grin, "We're not a very big court at all compared to the big four... Still, here I stand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>05-05-2015, 15:25:14</strong>
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				She finished her coffee and looked straight up at him as he stood tall, leaning on the back of his chair when he spoke about the Courts and his in particular. Lorelei took note of his tone of voice, body language and facial expression, already learning a thing or two about him that she would make sure to remember. It looked as if being part of one Court or another was indeed a big deal and she wished to know more before venturing to enlist as a member. His description of the Dusk Court seemed a bit too dramatic though, but with everything that happened to her in the last years, nothing was impossible. Nothing, she noted. <br><br>“If you’re not overly busy I will be very grateful to follow you there.” She said standing up as well, her moist skin glistening in the artificial light of the café. Lorelei ate nothing throughout the day, but didn’t felt hunger for food as much as she felt the need to know more, to finally settle somewhere and take her life into her own hands once more. &nbsp;She looked him up and down and liked what she saw. Pan wasn’t her type at first glance, but he had something terribly alluring in the way he spoke and moved, a certain confidence she never saw in anyone else before, not even in the creatures she met in Arcadia. There was a hidden sorrow in there as well, one that she could relate to albeit she was sure it had to do with different reasons than hers.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>05-05-2015, 15:48:38</strong>
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				"Well... The Courts aren't locations, so much as a group of like minded changelings..." Pan explained, "However the Winter Courtiers have a variety of meet-spots just like the Freehold as a whole does. The big thing will be finding which one is currently active. The Winter Court is a court that tends to deal with their lives by hiding now. They're the type to have little places on the side to retreat to, in an effort to keep their former Keepers guessing." Pan rubbed his little satyr goatee as he looked, shook his head and looked back to Lore, "Y'know, since my own escape... I've never seen one of... <em>the Gentry</em> come through to reality to claim anyone."<br><br>Pan made his way to the door to the cafe and held it open so Lore could walk out ahead of him, "I've come across some Privateers though. They're the name we have for those of us sent out by the Keepers on a deal to bring back those of us who escaped, their own freedom for that of others." He let the statement sink in for a second, "We don't have many laws in the Freehold, though one big one is never make an action to sell out another of our kind to Them. Accidents happen and those who do it incidently we exile for a time. Privateers... Well, 99 times out of 100 that's a death sentence. For good reason, though... I mean you wouldn't want to go back, would you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spirited Away (A Changeling:the Lost tale, wander x Jane Storm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>09-05-2015, 22:52:20</strong>
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				She walked ahead of him, giving Pan a pretty good view of her slender back and round, perky rear, her posture much more graceful and feminine than when she first came into the café. Lorelei had very long red hair falling on her back and it too seemed drenched in water to the knowing eye. Her legs seemed endless on the high heels she walked on. <br><br>“So I see.” Lorelei replied thoughtfully. “The Winter Court doesn’t seem to hold folks as helpful as you are, but I do understand why they’d keep in hiding.” She turned to face him then, looking him up and down unabashed for the first time, thinking that there was no wonder she found him so attractive in the first place. He was a Satyr and she was a Nix. The ancient myths weren’t just stories. <br><br>“There really are some like that, I would be surprised if they weren’t.” she frowned as he mentioned the Privateers and realized that she had been very lucky indeed to not meet any of the sort until then. Of course Lorelei had her eyes open and was always cautious, aware of her surroundings ever since she escaped, but the last few days had been so emotionally hard on her, that she didn’t feel like she paid enough attention as she should. <br><br>“Yeah, death sentence sounds about right for those who’d even think about dragging any of us back there.” She said looking into his eyes. “And sometimes death isn’t punishment enough, although I do understand how desperate they must be. They should know better, <em>they</em> would never let them free. How did you escape their sight? I mean, the Privateers. You did say you came across a few, I don’t imagine letting you just walk by.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>10-05-2015, 11:58:50</strong>
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				Pan did hold back a little as Lorelei moved infront of him, the pretty goth-girl covered in moistened scales had one lovely sweet little ass tucked tight in her clothes. He bit his bottom lip as he looked at it before Lore spoke again to him. "Well, when someone needs to fool those of us who weren't Lost, the Winter Courtiers can help us. Every Court has their own particular little uses or things they tend to do. Just realise they won't help you for free. Also before we see them, we need to take you before the current Crown of the Freehold so you can join us officiailly and swear your Pledge of allegiance. It's a special promise made on The Wyrd that's there as an oath of loyalty. The Wyrd is in us all and it can react quite badly when a promise is broken in it's name."<br><br>Pan walked on, "It's basically a bit of protection there incase you happened to do something beneficial for Them. It's coming to the end of Spring now, so we'll need to go to the Spring Court's main meet-spot and see if we can talk to the Spring Crown." he spoke, suddenly pointing a finger in the air and turning on the spot. Seemed he was partly heading to one of Winter's places before flip-reversing to go to Spring instead. "As for the Privateers... Sometimes we've fought... No, I never killed any... Sometimes I managed to outsmart them, sometimes I've had to run and hope there weren't more in the Hedge, the barrier world between Reality and <em>that Hell</em>, waiting for me. Honestly though, they're not as common as I'm making them out."
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