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
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Fox Cult Investigation Quest [ ✖ ]
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Description [ ✖ ]
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Description [ ✖ ]
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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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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 ?
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Slowly, once the crossbow is lower, Lauralae moves and shoves herself up to her feet. She's tired and the transformation would hurt, she's sure, and leave her all the more exhausted, but she's just as sure that if this man hurt her Clarke would destroy him for it, that he would be punished for harming a friend of hers. It makes her want to push her luck to see what might happen, a dark part of her wondering what might happen - but she doesn't.
Her body twists and she turns back, rising up to stand on two legs, transforming into herself. She's still drenched in the blood and the gore of her kills she says nothing, watching, staring, before she tilts her head and smiles, a twitch of her lips, a smirk, before she nods her head, the only greeting of a bow that she might offer. ]
Io, Bellamy, friend of Clarke.
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[He steps back and swears, crossbow aimed firmly at the ground now.] Shit. Lauralae?
[The blood doesn't seem to bother him, beyond just hoping it's not hers - somehow he suspects it isn't, or she wouldn't be able to stand upright.] Something tells me that's not the Hart's doing. [A beat, because the greeting she uses almost makes him smirk as he returns it, very belatedly.] Io.
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His surprise makes her preen a little; it means well for her, that her secret has been kept, that none have stolen her stories and made the world aware. She might walk as wolf or woman and no one would link the two unless she gave them permission to do it. She has the power here, she and no one else.
But, still, she bows her head, welcoming the greeting, not understanding, of course, how out of place it might seem. ]
I am always this way. The Hart does not touch me with his gifts.
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[Bellamy doesn't think he would care to be turned into an animal for a week, and he's grateful his hunting skills have kept him from that.]
[There is the fact of the matter that Lauralae can apparently become a wolf, but he knows calling her a private person is understating it. So he's curious, that much is clear, but he doesn't ask about it yet. He has to be careful about it. Instead, he gestures at her.] What'd you kill?
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[ She says it with some consideration, her eyes distracted for a moment. She knew that debate personally, wondering if her own suffering was one or the other, unsure if she should think one way or the opposite, if she should welcome it or shame it. She is agitated with it, frustrated, and she says nothing - she simply nods her head, breathes.
Her eyes look at her sleeves, her hands reach but do not touch the blood on her face, and, finally, her lips curl. ]
Deer. Hare. Crow. I forget the others.
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[He nods once.] And what'd you do with 'em?
[Because even if it's easier to get food in this world than his own, the idea of wasting any sort of game leaves him wary.]
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He continues, of course, and she lets her lips twist into an almost there smirk, a little dark and dangerous. ]
I ate them.
[ In her wolf form, of course. She had devoured them. ]
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Can't say I've had crow before. But Hare's good in a stew.