1x1 Iron Fey RP

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We know the plot and who's who and the world and whatnot, so I'm make this short and simple and basically just a marker post.
Total Dr. Seuss moment there in the beginning. 10 points to me! Lol

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Grimilkin

I am a cat.

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(Just no facial hair besides eye brows/eye lashes.)

Robin Goodfellow

Regret is a fire that burns inside.

[scarlet benoit]

We'll pretend the eyes are silver...

Ashallyn'darkmyr Tallyn
Or just Ash

"You made me feel alive again."

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Meghan Chase

I wished for once that fairy tales--real fairy tales, not Disney fairy tales--would have a happy ending.

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Fluffy gray tail held high, Grimalkin trotted his way right into the Iron palace without a single glance at the guards or strange creatures. On his neck hung another necklace like the one from Iron Horse all those years ago, but this one was newer. Without waiting his turn or to be introduced or anything, he went right up to Meghan and Ash, sitting between them with the confidence that only a cat can carry. "I've been asked to bring you two a message. A certain red headed summer faerie would like you both to meet him in Shakesphere's garden im Central park, and might I add he wasnt in the greatest shape when he asked me to find you two. It was almost worth feeling bad for him." The cat said, tail twitching.


Meanwhile in Shakesphere's Garden, Puck was trying to sit as still as possible. His back ached and burned. After messing up as bad as he did though, he guessed it could always be worse. Instead of the iron-woven whip, Oberon had used the iron paddle instead. It wasnt entirely iron, so it wouldnt kill him, but it left nasty burns on his back in places he couldn't reach so he couldnt treat the burns. Not to mention, getting hit in the back in General is painful. But he was HUGE trouble and if he couldnt find someone (or someones) to help him, he would be done for. He needed to fix things fast, or else. He didnt even want to think of what would happen if he didnt fix it. He only hoped the cat would get back soon with at least one of the others in tow. It would be a waste of a favor otherwise, and he didnt have time for wasted favors.

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Meghan sat in the throne room with Ash beside her, listening to the long list of requests, complaints, and problems from her people. She had tried to convince Glitch years ago to have her subjects send it through e-mail, but he insisted that it needed to be done the traditional way. One of the few things the Iron Fey were old-fashioned about. She was uncomfortable and slightly grouchy today, and she was ready for a break. She sighed, but quickly perked up when an unexpected figure walked into the room. An annoying grey cait sidhe that she hadn't seen in years. He trodded right up between their thrones with the self-assured confidence of any cat. But the news he brought shocked her the most. "What do you mean, Grim? Why are you here? What happened?"

Ash had been sitting with Meghan all day long, and he had to agree with her complaints: the thrones were horribly uncomfortable. But all was forgotten when a familiar grey cat plodded his way into the throne room. When he said Puck' s name, he immediately grew worried. He hadn't seen the mischevious faerie boy in five years, hadn't even heard from him. He could be in any manner of trouble by now. "What's he gotten himself into now?" he asked, as Meghan simultaneously questioned the cat.

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Grimalkin did the equivalent of a cat rolling his eyes. "Didn't I just say why I'm here?" He sighed. "I'll spell it out for you, I guess. Robin Goodfellow is requesting your help in something. I'm not sure what he needs exactly, but I know he got in trouble with his King and whatever happened, he's pretty stressed about. He seemed off and smelled vaguely of burning flesh."

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Meghan scowled at the cat's flippant attitude, then looked sharply at her advisor and friend Glitch. He nodded and stepped forward, as though she had telepathically communicated her will to him. She motioned to the crowd, and then to him, saying, "Please excuse me. I will be stepping out for a moment. Feel free to take your requests to my advisor, Glitch." Without bothering to motion for Grim to follow, she swept out of the room and into the hallway where servants bustled about. When Grimalkin and Ash reached her, she whirled on him, the concern in her voice obvious. "Where is he, Grim?"

Ash hardly had time to process the words before Meghan left the throne room. He followed quickly on her heels, crossing his arms when they reached the hall, brow furrowed with worry. What kind of trouble is the infamous Puck in now? he wondered.

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"Again, did I already tell you this? Shakespeares Garden in Central park." Grimalkin sounded a little annoyed. "I would think after how much I've helped you in the past, you would start to actually listen to what I say." He followed her out of the room. He turned momentarily to look back at Ash. "And you've be awfully quiet."