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ʙᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ ♕ ([personal profile] anarchos) wrote2015-02-10 07:25 pm

✪ timeskip


BELLAMY BLAKE

COURT Unseelie
TITLE Speaker of Darkness (✮✮) The Bloodied Hand (✮✮✮)
OCCUPATION Soldier.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Yes.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Spire 3.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Spire 3.

MAJOR EVENTS

HIGHLIGHT
Fox Cult Investigation Quest [ ]

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PLANS
Sneaking onto the Seelie side, investigating the Cult of the Fox, attending far more parties/festivals than he ever has before in his entire life. Bringing anarcho-communism to the drabwurld. (cr plans)

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
✪ Sword training and combat training (PARKOUR) with Jason
✪ Magic training with the Magic Guild
✪ Working as a letter runner, including over Seelie lines.
✪ After gaining fast travel + shard concealment, making several trips over to the Seelie side, both to look for his people and to spy for Morla. Making Seelie contacts.
✪ Investigating the Cult of the Fox and becoming a target of the cult.
✪ From July onward: avoiding assassination attempts by the Cult of the Fox.
✪ Attending various holidays: Beltane, Samhain, Yule, etc.
✪ Working on Saber's R&D tech team, as a field tester/security.
✪ Looks into the Midnight Court.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)
  • MARCH - Takes advantage of the Monarch Audience and gains a means of shard concealment (thanks to Clarke saving Unseelie shards in battle, both their shards are concealed full time). He and Clarke take on a quest from Waver. When the snow rolls in, he does his best to help unfreeze things.
  • APRIL - Bellamy continues sword and magic training and decides he really hates harps.
  • MAY - Starts off the month with Beltane. He takes his first trip into Seelie territory later, checking out Caer Glaem and the area around it. Starts looking into the Cult of the Fox via Seelies. Kills some swans because fuck swans.
SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)
  • JUNE - Attends the tourney in Treun! Makes a second trip into seelie territory, this time centering on the Cothromach. Befriends some people with connections to the Cult of the Fox, begins the process of sending them undercover.
  • JULY - Third tip into Glaschu, where following the Cult of the Fox leads him to Daonna just in time to witness the hangings. When he returns to the third spire, he and Clarke get a decapitated surprise and become a targets of the Cult of the Fox.
  • AUGUST - Let's avoid sneaking around this month, ok? Ok! Works on more magic training, attends some festivals, and follows Clarke to the 8th and 9th Spires to help set up the spire clinics.
FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)
  • SEPTEMBER - Fourth trip into Glaschu, Parrais. Wreath Festival! Starts learning Blood Magic from Clarke and they adopt a dog (which he names Rhea Silvia).
  • OCTOBER - Bellamy goes to Redgate midmonth, attends the opening of its theatre. Samhain: Bellamy and Clarke make offerings to the Black Shuck, and he manages to actually Dance and Have fun during the following festivities.
  • NOVEMBER - As a former delinquent, the prison break is of course Very Scary. Continues with magic and combat training.
WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)
  • DECEMBER - Yule! the Hare Hunt!
  • JANUARY - Stuff and things!!! Another trip into Glaschu, checking on Caer Glaem before hitting up the Cothromach again.
  • FEBRUARY - Ostara Festival in Parrais. Visits the art gallery with Clarke. At the end of the month, falls asleep and canon updates, gaining memories of infiltrating Mount Weather and joining up with Maya inside.
SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)
  • MARCH - Nearly gets killed in Parrais by the Cult via broken balcony. Zombies must die aka takes out some of the undead.
  • APRIL - Agrees to be bait for the Cult of the Fox in hopes of luring in members to capture for the Red Hand.
  • MAY - ¿ we just don't know ?
( codes by whambam )

gordianknots: Fate/strange fake manga (Car running like a nylon - brights on)

[personal profile] gordianknots 2015-04-14 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Waver's perched atop the Barrel's counter when Bellamy arrives, like some weird giant bird that's stooped over a book. Which he is, happily devouring a new mystery novel. Around him, the rest of the Barrel is clearly closed up. Chairs are turned upsidedown, resting on top of the tables, the floor's clean and without any mud or sand or stones tracked in from outside, and just outside the windows, it's clear the gate that leads into the Barrel is closed.

He looks up from the book, shuts it, and hops off the counter.]


And arriving safe and sound I see. [Waver beams.] C'mon downstairs. I was going to have lunch when you got here.
gordianknots: Fate/strange fake manga (Filled a flask up before I came)

[personal profile] gordianknots 2015-04-14 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Waver's used to leading those he trusts down the steps of the Barrel and into the part of the building that is home. He vaguely asks Bellamy to close the door behind them, and then heads down the steps that are carved into the cliff itself, into the spacious living room.

The Barrel's home is entirely a part of the cliff, with great windows looking out onto the terranced garden and then beyond that, the sea itself. Even in February, with the garden dormant, the ocean sparkles in bright blue, and gives the whole cave home a lightness to it. Waver hangs a sharp left, going right for the kitchen.]


Sandwiches okay? We got some lettuce in, cured meats, some cheese, and bread from the baker's yesterday.
gordianknots: Fate/strange fake manga (Because night falls)

[personal profile] gordianknots 2015-04-14 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
--No but I'd pay money for you to boon one.

[Waver's joking too, but he knows sometimes that stuff is taken seriously. But while he ponders a radioactive panther, he's also piling sandwich ingredients onto a tray, to be carried into the study.]

We can DIY inside. Study's this way.

[Waver moves swiftly through the living room again, now down the other corridor and into his study. In addition to the bookcases, a sketch of the Barrel that Clarke gifted Waver for Yule, and miscellaneous other odds and ends, there is a sofa and two chairs towards one part of the room, all gathered around a coffee table. The table is actually a map of the Drabwurld, one Waver's used time and again to understand troop movements and strategic points. But for now, it's a place to put the tray of sandwich fixings.]
gordianknots: Fate/strange fake manga (We all wanna hear that fight song)

[personal profile] gordianknots 2015-04-15 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Not at all. And hell, it's a nice change from people visiting me because something horrifying is about to go down.

[Waver smiles at that, thin and rueful. IT was the disadvantage of what he had set up for himself with his little information collective. Bad news was ever forthcoming, with little reprieve. He snatches a few scraps of meat off the tray, and piles them onto one of the bread slices.]
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[personal profile] gordianknots 2015-04-15 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
I don't, as my preference is for ancient Greece, but I can tell you where I picked it up at the Station. Actually-- [Waver pauses, bringing his sandwich half up to his chin.] Did the information about the internet stay with you up to your point in time?

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late february

[personal profile] steadfasts 2015-05-11 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
( she's been awake for six hours already and yes, she is counting. when Clarke had first woken up, her heart had been racing -- not only after dreaming of home, but what came after as well; watching the spire burn, the machines decimating the land in front of her with Bellamy at her side. the whole experience had been surreal, really. it felt like she was back on the ground, back with their people, back with-

her throat closes and another wave of nausea and panic washes over her, ice cold down her spine, a weight in her chest she just can't shake. she can't think about Finn, she can't.

instead her eyes fall back over Bellamy where he continues to sleep, where he can't be roused awake. she's heard of it, the enchanted sleep that people don't wake from; it can last a week or, in some cases, those who fell to rest and haven't woken again since the network shut down. the idea that it could have been her, that it could be Bellamy now- that's what has her more upset than anything else, she's sure.

the thought that he might be asleep for an eternity and that she'll face this alone, without his constant presence at her side, without the comfort of his hand in hers.

(she continues counting, it's been almost seven hours now, and she stays put sitting in the bed next to him, back propped against the headboard.)

Clarke forces her attention back to her sketchbook. she's filled four pages already, trying to draw out everything she saw in the vision of the Drabwurld. of monsters and mazes of fire, of smoke that burned down her lungs. she fills the pages with memories of a future that she hopes never come to pass, but then-

but then she stops focusing so much on what she's doing. draws hands and fingers she's long memorized, draws familiar eyes, draws the smile that she's seen more frequently during their time in the Drabwurld. she draws Bellamy, because she's scared, and because all she wants is for him to wake up.
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[personal profile] steadfasts 2015-05-14 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
( as soon as Bellamy begins moving she closes her sketchbook, tossing it to the end of the bed as he says her name, reaching for her. part of her- well, part of her wants to shrink back and away, wants to ensure he can't, and it's less that she doesn't want him to, and more that she feels like she doesn't even deserve it anymore. they've come a long way from where they were a year ago, finding a comfort in the presence of each other, and Clarke-

she feels like she shouldn't be allowed to have this, not after what she did back in their world, even if it was just a dream.

but she has to do her best right now, he needs her to, she needs herself to. she forces up a thin smile, reaching her hand down to rest atop his, thumb stroking over the back of his hand, an effort in comfort. she doesn't know what he's learned about home, if anything at all, and the last thing she needs to do is try and explain I sent you to die.
)

Hey. Welcome back.
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[personal profile] steadfasts 2015-05-15 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
( as soon as he admits to having seen home, her grip on his hand tightens significantly, curling her fingers into his. the motion of it claws its way up her throat, because it's only been a few hours. hours of replaying the memories of home, of a headache of memories from the Drabwurld rushing back, then the vision of the spire falling.

the comfort in having Bellamy be awake is immediate, and it's almost impossible for the anxiety and upset of home to eclipse that. Clarke might not know how to grapple with her new memories, but she knows she would be far less capable of doing it without Bellamy here.

there's a tightness to her voice when she finally speaks up, and she intends to tell him that she dreamed of him, too. that it wasn't just him, but-
)

I didn't know if you were going to wake up. ( she swallows back the lump in her throat, gripping his hand a little tighter. it all comes out in a rush after that, like if she doesn't get everything out now, her throat might close around her words. ) I dreamed of home and woke up, and I wasn't sure if you'd stay asleep like other people have, and I didn't- I didn't know what to do. ( I was scared. )
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[personal profile] steadfasts 2015-05-18 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
We're not- ( she stops short, lips pursed before she corrects herself. ) I'm not.

( her voice catches after that, because she isn't. she's really not. it was easier back home, it was so much easier. because she had been given the same choice there as she had here after Nuala had died. the option to turn it off and push it away; the grief and the guilt and the overwhelming pain of it. but back here- back in the Drabwurld she promised not to, she promised too many people, and now she's terrified that she doesn't know how to navigate it this time. )

I killed- ( her breath catches and she grips his hand hard enough that her own fingers ache, and her shoulders start toe shake from how hard she's trying to not cry. she can't, she can't, because she isn't sure she'll be able to stop if she starts to. her voice shakes, pitches higher, and she isn't going to cry, she isn't- ) Bellamy, I-
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[personal profile] steadfasts 2015-05-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
( her arms hover without touching him, without returning the hug. it isn't that- it's not that she doesn't want to, but that small part of her that reminds her of how undeserving of this she is pulls at the back of her mind, and Clarke can feel her breath coming faster now, picking up with the rate of her heart, and it's taking everything she has to not cry. every other indication of it is there, the way her breath stutters, the shake of her shoulders, but she's trying so hard to keep the tears at bay. it's only out of stubborn determination that they don't fall yet.

she killed Finn and he thanked her for it. she can still remember Raven's cry of pain when Clarke had stepped away, remembers the way Finn's blood slicked her hands, remembers the way he haunted her after.

and she remembers sending Bellamy away.

Clarke's hands shake as she leans into him heavily, more than she means or wants to, but the solid presence of him is all that's keeping her together. she's a million pieces of herself, a mixed puzzle with parts that belong to two different pictures. there's the Clarke here in the Drabwurld that wouldn't have ever done that to Bellamy, but there's the Clarke she dreams of back home that sent him away because loving people was too much of a weakness for her. the pieces don't fit together, and it's a struggle to even try.
)

I'm- I'm sorry. I'm- ( the tears feel hot on her cheeks when they start to fall and she has to swallow back a sob to keep from making any noise. it's bad enough she's crying, she can't let this take over, too. ) I sent you away. I t-told you I couldn't lose you and I- And I sent you away. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Finn's- Finn is dead and you're gone and it's my fault, I'm sorry-
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[personal profile] unsolitary 2015-05-26 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
( her hands finally find him, reaching for his shoulders, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt as she clutches him. holds tightly as though, should she let go, he might be gone again. and that's the fear, isn't it? that she isn't really awake in the Drabwurld, that it's a dream while she's home.

breaths coming in stuttered gasps, she presses her forehead into his shoulder, choking back on a noise that tries to escape. she killed Finn. she killed him and it's the type of blood that she'll never be able to get off, not even here in the Drabwurld. and when it got to be too much, when the guilt was ready to swallow her whole, she sent Bellamy away instead of falling back on his support.

he says he doesn't blame her, but-
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I blame myself.

( for not finding Finn sooner, for not keeping him safe, for not finding a different way that spared his life, for agreeing with Lexa about weaknesses, for sending Bellamy away. she blames herself, because there is no one else to blame. )

I didn't know what else to do, I didn't know- ( her fingers tighten their grip in his shirt and she lifts her head to look at him properly, desperation leveled in her gaze. ) What do you remember? What happened at Mount Weather? Bellamy I need to know what happened to you.

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