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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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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( hart hunt )
[He's kept it up here, bringing meat back to his house at the third spire - especially so after the Cult began hunting him and he trusted so little outside food or drink. So when the Hart Hunt is announced, he figures: why not? Even if he fails, it could be a learning experience, and if there is anything Bellamy respects in this world or any other, it's death.]
[And he's still good. Out of everything the Drabwurld has thrown at him, this is familiar. He is quiet through the woods, carrying a cross bow, several knives, and an axe. Swords and javelins are might be better in a fight, but they're a lot bigger and harder to move stealthily with. Besides, it's knives and axes that he's best with, and he needs to bring his best to this.]
[Company won't have much luck sneaking up on him; every little sound draws his attention (from the Cult and the Hunt both, he thinks). He wears the winter coat from Clarke in the cold, heavy enough to keep him warm but light enough that it doesn't slow him down as he moves between the trees quietly, watching for targets.]
[He might be looking for the Hart, but it's a dinner hunt all the same too.]
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For now, she is a dark shadow, sneaking through the undergrowth and the bushes. Lauralae has had years to adjust to this world, to her travels, a set of decades to adjust to her own isolation, and she revels in it, in the scents that overwhelm her and each brush of noise that leads her to more food. She snaps at the throats of hares and rabbits alike, turning through the trees and eating them raw, tearing flesh from bone until she is content and satisfied.
When she slips out of a clearing she does it with contentment, recognising the scent ahead and knowing it for a friend of Clarke. She does no more than move, careful steps, hackles low and her head tilted, waiting for him to show himself, wondering why he has come and why he walks alone. The Hart Hunt continues, of course, but there is more to be had and more to be seen; Larualae would see it all, claim it all, and rip shards from chests to do it if she was capable.
Instead, she settles, flopping in the leaves and watching him, fur drenched in blood and eyes dark. ]
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[Bellamy is used to animals, especially those with teeth, trying to attack him first, but instead the wolf just - flops over. It's impossible to miss the sight or scent of the blood, maybe extra visible in the snow, which makes the sight all the more puzzling.]
[He's not here to hunt predators though, and the wolf, for whatever fucking reason, shows no signs of hunting him. It's baffling, and some of that confusion is present in his face, by the simple virtue that Bellamy's emotions are practically a second skin.]
[He lowers the bow enough that a slip up would only fire off to the side (not that he'd slip up, not at this point), and he just sort of - stills, torn between curiosity and caution; there's something about the wolf that he feels instinctively as off, but it's still a wolf. It can still kill. He knows that.]
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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.
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mostly.
they'd spotted the Hart early on, and had been pursuing it through the forest near the third spire. while Clarke didn't mind going with Bellamy, that it served a purpose to hunt for their dinner for the next week, she didn't really enjoy the thought of actually hunting the Hart himself. not that it really mattered, because as soon as they were closing in, Clarke took a misstep, spooking the Hart into disappearing.
but not before he worked his magic, and a white wolf standing where Clarke had once been. Bellamy teasing her with Clarke nipping at his hands in retaliation aside, they return to the house otherwise fine. it's an adjustment, but Clarke heard stories about the last Hart hunt, that being turned into an animal isn't unheard of, and that she will change back by the end of it. (hopefully.) so she does her best to enjoy the fact that her strength and speed have surpassed what she has as a human, and her feral instinct is actually rather easy to embrace.
when they return to the hunt the following day, she's actually a much better companion to him as a wolf than she was a human, steps light and senses heightened, sticking close to Bellamy's side. )
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[It's still weird though, eyes dropping down far lower than usual when he checks on Clarke at his side. She's quieter, which he'll take, because they'll need to be quiet if they want to come across the Hart again. He makes sure to walk with Clarke on his left, his right hand the prominent, the one holding a weapon at all times.]
[She's less easily distracted than Rhea, at least; Bellamy's starting to wonder if the dog just isn't made for hunting.]
[He'd tell Clarke to let him know if she sees or hears anything, but he trusts she's already on top of that. So, instead:] You warm enough?
[There's a subtle emphasis on the 'warm' that makes it clear it's being an ass again, drawing attention to her (furry) predicament with amusement.]
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so, as though in retaliation, she's sure to trot a few steps forward! stopping dead, she turns her head to stare at him before slamming one of her front paws down on a twig as noisily as she can manage, echoing through the otherwise silent forest.
:) )
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[She steps on the twig, and the sound echoes around them, no doubt spooking off any smaller animals at the least.]
[He stares at her.] Clarke. [Don't be an asshole.]
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if she's being honest, part of her wants to do anyway. he's the brother to the Shuck, and she still feels a little indebted to him for what happened at Samhain. so it might be her way of attempting to make things a little right.
for now she makes her way back over to him, circling his legs once before butting her head gently against his leg. let's go! )
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[He pushes her back with his leg in return (gently all the same), rolling his eyes.] I don't need you to tell me where to go, or we wouldn't be in this mess, now would we?
[He might not have thought that retort through, but that's basically the story of his life. He does start moving again though, going back and forth between watching the area and watching Clarke (both out of habit and in suspicion).]