A 6 foot tall man burst through the glass doors of their backstage with a wild temperament; eyes sparkling with unshed tears, exaggeratedly spinning and turning, searching through curiosity's irises for a certain someone with amethyst eyes. He effortlessly drew the undivided attention of people almost instantly with his salt and pepper hair combed neatly to the side and ruby red pools piercing through what’s unknown. No one in the room could disregard his heavy aura. After all, no man interested in the entertainment business could forget him. He drew storms in hearts of many at his youth, crushed them, spilt tears and imprisoned many with his charm. This man was none other than Razerex Bellmont; a legendary existence in the world of theatre arts.
“Razerex, sir, what are you doing?” Conrad, the director of the show pulled Razerex to the side, flashing sorry smiles at all the crew members gathered around. They were soon joined by Partha who was in charge of the lighting and arrangements. “I hope you haven’t turned completely mad so soon, Rex,” he chided, chugging the last glass of vodka in his hands down his throat.
“I am perfectly fine!” Razerex spoke childishly, turning his head away with a heavy breath of air. “I’m simply looking for my sweet little fairy. Where is she?! Where is she?! Where is my fairy?!” the man threw his arms around, shaking, pushing and pulling at the poor director trying to keep his consciousness as Partha laughed madly in the back.
“I bet she is hiding from you, Rex.”
“What?! No! My fairy will never hide from me!”
“I don’t know about that. You do embarrass the poor girl quite badly before her concerts,”
The last one who spoke was Conrad, fixing his tie with one hand and keeping Razerex away with the other. It was always the same before important shows like these. Razerex barges in at the last moment in search for Fae and then goes on a rampage behind the stage. He searches high and low, pulls everything apart and then showers his daughter with attention worth a lifetime. Usually, Conrad and Partha would take precautions to keep the eccentric man away. But this time, they were informed that he wouldn’t make it before the show starts and had left all their defenses unset. But here was, spirited and bouncy as ever.
“I’m right here, father.”
Weaving a magnetic web around her, drawing all eyes, intruding others senses with her aura, Fae stood behind the curtains with a book in her hand. She wore her usual loose attire, keeping her hair in messy twin tales. She had heard her father’s cries from the very beginning but chose to stay away. In fact, if she had her way, Fae would have stayed out of his eyes for far longer. However, it was either her or poor Conrad and Partha.
“Father, I told you to stay awa-WOAH!”
The floor cried a loud thud as two figures tangled and fell on it like a ton of bricks. Wrapped around the nineteen year old girl, almost strangling her was her foster father, crying a river on her neck. The man wailed, wept, sobbed, bawled and whimpered at his cruel daughter who refused to contact him only the night before. He had flown straight to the Grand city after that, his overactive imagination sewing pictures after pictures of ominous sceneries all involving his dear fairy.
“Father, I’m alright. Now let me go,” she sighed, slapping her face with the palm of her hand. How in the world did she end up in this man’s care? He was crazy about her, didn’t let her take a step away from him without tantrums and babied her like nothing. At times, she felt he was desperately holding on to her and sometimes, she saw fear in his eyes. But nonetheless, Fae would be lying if she said she didn’t like him.
“It’s starting, Fae. Get on stage!” an irrelevant crew member called out to the black haired girl who finally pushed her father off her with the help of Partha and Conrad. They were in the Grand city on one of Fae’s concerts. Two months ago, this trip was planned and perfected by Conrad who wanted to widen Fae’s reach in the world of lyrics. She protested at first and surprisingly, her father protested too until Partha and Conrad tempted the almost fifty year old man with various pictures of her, taken unaware, of course! But whatever, it wasn't a bad thing anyway. She felt complete on stage and no feeling was able to beat it.
“This is it, Fae, this is your beginning.” Conrad came up behind her. “Shine brighter than the moon and purge darkness' crown. You have my support.”Partha riffled the silky strands and threw a half crooked smile of his own. “Command destiny, my little fairy.”
Yes! This is my debut;My Stage one.
The backdrop reflected another world in eternity. Swirls of black and white waves floated against the a river of stars. There was no floor but only a carpet made out of the background itself, letting people get the feeling that they were floating in outer space. Finishing the decor, planets and meteorites filled the room, rewarding the theme with a mystical glow.
“Requip; Venus” Fae chanted and then brightness overlapped the vision of her crowd.
Fae stood at the top, away from the guests cheering loudly for her. Rose petals scattered all around her, forming imaginary chains enveloping the Goddess like girl, proudly floating above everyone. Her eyes reflected knowledge far beyond the world, lit with amethyst fire. She drew attention as if it was her lover and wrapped it close to project her existence out onto the world. Everything begins now!
We shall fall into the depths of fantasy. Forget yourselves! Entrust your dreams to me! Let me build a world for you with my voice
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Aug 8, 2015 15:43:00 GMT
So this was the new talent that they'd been pushing so hard with the posters and advertisements lately. She was cute. Roxanne smiled slightly as she stood there in the crowd, arms crossed. She might even be able to dance to this music, if she had someone cute to dance with; too bad her eyes were on the cutest girl in the room, and she was stuck on the stage doing the actual singing.
Roxanne had decided to come to the concert last minute. It was strange that such a new face was sold out, though, there was certainly a familiar quality to the girl's face. Since she hadn't been planning to come, Roxanne was in what she called her 'traveling attire.' That is to say, she was wearing a sort of vest that only went down to her midriff, exposing most of her stomach, a long, white tattered jacket, pants that had one leg cut like shorts and the other long like normal pants. She had an earring in each ear, fingerless gloves, and black boots.
As she watched the performance, an idea began to form in her head. she was going to meet this girl once the show was over. Yeah, that sounded fun. Her eyes glanced around briefly, taking note of the structure around her. She could sneak in there. It might even be fun. Heck, who was she kidding? It would be a blast. Who didn't like taking a little risk every once in a while?
Fae sighed contently once she returned to Conrad and Partha. Her father was bawling his eyes out at a dark corner like usual. From the beginning of a show to the end and its celebrations, the pattern was already programmed into her brain. So she flew through the procedures like a butterfly, never expecting, never changing, never breaking; it was an everlasting routine she unconsciously pursued. Sometimes it bored her and at other times she entirely shut it off and many other times, she maneuvered around it like an obedient puppet. But there was something she looked forward to after every show. Subsequent to the after party and show, she was allowed to go exploring the city they performed in. No one looked for her, no one bothered her and no one approached the frolicking little girl who devoted her time either in the library or out in the market.
But, that day, Fae didn’t go out, even to the surprise of many who knew the way she functioned. They wondered, whispered to each other and even begot rumors of a lover that didn’t exist. Fae wasn’t oblivious to the attention she dragged towards her, neither was she ignorant of the stories she became key to. It just didn’t bother her. At first, she brooded over it for hours, ignored everyone and got depressed. Coupled with the obscurity of her memories, she was always on thin waters then. But soon she slowly slipped into the flow of time and threw all paltry matters out her head with scorn.
That night, after charging through various whispers and stories, Fae went straight to her room. Why didn’t she feel like going out? The city was beautiful and it wasn’t every day that she got to perform in a city like it. Grand city, let’s admit it, was a dream within a dream. It was a flower still blooming under the care of its people. So why was she trying to hide from it that night? The answer was hard to find since her thoughts were still back in the stage. It was one of her best performances and she loved the feeling of euphoria that engulfed her. She wanted to sing a bit more, no, not just sing, she wanted to give birth to a new song. Idea sprung like popcorn but nothing made sense to the excited fairy. In the end, she took her place behind the small desk and started scribbling away on a piece of paper unaware that she might have a guest sooner or later.
Last Edit: Aug 9, 2015 16:37:54 GMT by Fae Bellmont
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Aug 9, 2015 16:58:34 GMT
Well. She could have made it in just fine. You know, if that stupid dog hadn't been in the backstage hallways and started barking. Who the crap brought a dog to a concert anyway?! Roxanne found herself glaring straight forward as the concert security walked her down the hallway. "You know you aren't allowed back here Miss. If we allowed everyone back here, Miss Bellmont would never be allowed any privacy after her concerts."
They were being rather patient all things considered. Roxy supposed she could respect that. She just bowed her head and mumbled something as she was escorted out the back door, which was shut and locked with a simple 'Go home, Miss.'
The door was supposed to be locked anyway. A quick summoning and she'd managed to wedge her sword in the crack; the guards had assumed the door shut properly and walked off without checking. After a few moments, Roxy pried the door open again. Try number two.
This time, things went much better. She even managed to steel some bacon from someone to give to the random backstage dog and keep him quiet. It didn't take long to find the door Fae was behind. Time to meet the star. Gently, Roxy knocked on the door, wondering if Fae was as pretty in person as she was from her seventh row seat in the concert. She'd find out soon enough.
[attr="class","nref"]Fae detected the unusual presence before the knocking sounds were even fired. It immediately snapped her out ther paradise she vividly built with lyrics and then roughly pulled her back to reality although she was already staring reflexively at the still closed door from the moment she felt someone. She believed it to be either her father or one of the crew members. However, at a late time such as this, it was rare that someone would even have the guts to bother Fae. They knew it never went well. But then again, here someone was already causing a ruckus by hitting on her door.
After several minutes of just staring at it and wishing for whomever it was to go away, she finally decided to get up and drag herself towards the black colored piece of metal separating her from the rest of the world. She waited again, still hoping that someone made a mistake by actually calling for her. And when it continued, just gave up with a sigh and furiously yanked the door open.
She was about to shout at the person when an unfamiliar face of a woman just lit up in her eyes. Wait...was this one of those episodes where the more eccentric fans tried to break in to see her? Well, it was not fun. She decided to call the security but to her surprise, something about the girl made her stop. This person didn’t seem like the type of people who would jump on her and announce their plans of being just like her! No, this girl seemed more -what could be the word- sane. Yes, she looked more or less sane to Fae and that alone made her relax. But that didn’t mean she appreciated this.
“Hello, how may I help you?” She kept the door half closed, just peeking out of it but raised an eyebrow, clearly telling her that she didn’t welcome the unexpected visit. From far off, she could also hear footsteps hastily approaching them. At this time of the night, it had to be the guards.
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Post by Roxanne Lexington on Aug 9, 2015 20:14:39 GMT
Roxanne didn't miss the sound of the guards, and she'd worked entirely too hard to be thrown out yet again, and her pride wouldn't let her anyway. Not without a whole lot of cursing that would probably be heard throughout the entire floor. "Hiya," Roxy said in her most pleasant voice, an equally pleasant smile on her face. "I"m Roxy," she stated simply. "Roxy Lexington. Big fan. Well, after tonight anyway." she wasn't as big of a fangirl as the situation made her sound; she just liked getting into trouble and this way she got to see a pretty girl as well.
"Er, sorry," she pushed the door open quickly and slipped inside, closing the door quickly before locking it. "I worked way too hard to get past them the first time," she explained, her crimson eyes refocusing on Fae. "I couldn't pass up the chance to say hi to a girl as pretty as you," she couldn't help but flirt just slightly. "Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble," she assured Fae. "Look, I just wanted the chance to say hi face to face, maybe take you out for a drink or something," she offered. "Before you get so famous it's the norm." The next part was a lie of convenience. She simply wanted a chance to meet her in private. "I tried to say hi while you were still , you know, in public, but I couldn't get past the mob of fanboys."
[attr="class","nref"]And then the girl promptly barged into her room like a storm. Oh this was going to be one interesting night, wasn’t it? Fae sighed and just stood there almost bewildered at the wild woman who actually entered her room without any prior notice. And then various things just flashed past her eyes and before she knew it, she was standing in the middle of her room with a weird woman right in front of her. She looked, well, she couldn’t be over twenty. In fact, maybe nineteen or eighteen and definitely, there was a different aura coming off her. It was something so familiar that Fae just stared, speculating and considering about what it was.
And there was no use in crying over spilt milk, now was there? In the end, she didn’t mind some company after a good concert. It was only that most of the company she got came from frantic fans trying to get a glimpse of her. “I don’t know where you got the outrageous idea of just breaking into someone’s room but you must be something to actually evade all those guards,” she started, gazing from the tip of this woman’s hair to the end of her toes. She didn’t look too bad and the faint glitter in her eyes said she was genuinely happy to meet the up and coming star.
“Miss Fae?” someone knocked on the door again. This time, the voice was familiar so she pushed Roxy out of view and opened the door only an inch. Her eyes met the familiar blue uniform of the guards and then slowly went up to find his eyes. “What is it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow with her voice barely above a whisper.
“One of the guards reported that they found someone’s shadow coming this way. Did anything happen, Miss Fae?” he asked, turning his flashlight up to peer into her room through the tiny space available.
“No one is here. If anyone was, don’t you think I would have called for you already?” she said in a matter of fact tone before slamming the door shut. She hated how those people looked at her like she would explode any moment. She wasn’t some teenager at their difficult age! Why did people keep treating her like that?!
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Post by Roxanne Lexington on Aug 10, 2015 18:43:08 GMT
Roxanne sighed, deflating a bit. She could have taken on the entire building's worth of guards if she wanted; she was the equivalent of any light guild S-rank mage after only a few years of proper training, after all. But that wasn't good for appearances, or befriending (or possibly more) a pretty young woman close to her age... and an up and coming rich star no less, too.
"Thanks," she nodded, smiling slightly as she stood up straight again. "So, what? Are you stuck here or something? Because I can totally get you out of here, no problem," she winked. "We could have a night on the town. Two young, pretty girls, a couple of drinks, and all the fun we care to get into." It wasn't her best proposal, but hey, she was working with what she had. At least she didn't feel like she sounded like some stupid fangirl. This had nothing to do with her music! Nope, Roxy was just a sucker for a pretty face... which explained why she was a high ranking member in a dark guild in the first place, if she was honest.
[attr="class","nref"]Fae’s eyes narrowed at the redhead before she started circling her. Roxy was only about a few inches shorter than her but she was fair and her looks weren’t very bad either. If anything, she looked like a rather fun character to hang out with. Hmm maybe she can be of some use to the black haired girl.
“Alright, I was going to stay locked in and create some songs but it looks like I’m far out of ideas. As you might have guessed, I won’t be able to go out so easily without getting my father alerted. I need you to take me to the town and show me around the best places for inspiration,” she told the red haired woman and went straight to the small dresser to the side of her bed. She pulled another coat outside and shrugged it on.
She wanted to see the lights of Grand city. When stories of it had reached her ears, Fae had always wanted to try and see the entire city and now she wanted to do it in one night. Better than going alone, it would be nice if she had some company too, right?
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Post by Roxanne Lexington on Aug 14, 2015 15:39:36 GMT
Roxy fist pumped energetically. "Score!" she didn't mind if she seemed a bit spazzy. She was accomplishing her goal much more easily than she'd thought might happen. Especially with how difficult the security had been; someone was worried about their precious star, apparently this girl's father. Overprotective parents were the worst; Roxy could attest to that personally. She had a grin on her face that was excited and yet somehow cool at the same time.
The redhead adjusted her white coat before holding out her hand to Fae dramatically. She wasn't normally this playful, but she was apparently in a good mood after screwing around all day. The energy drink she was running on probably helped. "Don't worry, my lady," she winked again, "Your security isn't too hard to get by." Calling someone else 'my lady' was kind of funny, considering technically Roxy was from a noble family, even if they weren't actually nobility anymore.
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Roxanne's head poked around the corner, Fae in tow. The guards went around the corner, talking about some poker game they were both going to later. She used the opportunity to tug Fae's wrist and hasten her to the last corner before the very exit she'd been thrown out of earlier. It pushed open easily, and before they knew it they were outside.
Roxy let out a chuckle; she'd just sneaked in and literally snuck back out with her prize. She felt like a master thief; now if only she could be that successful with hearts. "Alright, this place is still pretty new so there aren't as many fun places as it looks like," she reasoned. "Hell, there's a bar I went to recently that the Templars like to visit. But we'll worry about that later." The government building itself had a rather beautiful park next to it, only just recently landscaped. That was her current destination. It was well-lit, quiet, and since most of the poeple who actually lived in the city were either government officials or construction workers... it was pretty safe too. Not that Roxanne couldn't protect Fae if she needed to.
[attr="class","nref"]Fae was mostly bluffing when she told the crimson woman about her inability to escape the building. Truthfully, Fae had done it countless times before and probably would continue to do it in the future. As daring as it was, the short-lived obstacles were nothing compared to her satisfaction at the end. Her fifth live stage was the very first time she had ever escaped. It was one night after long and tiring days of concerts and overprotective fathers that she finally had it one night and just snuck out. Of course, she was caught halfway by none other than her father himself who was coming to check on her – like usual- Well, after that, she had to sit through a year worth of scolding and the next day, big muscular men outside her door increased. But it never stopped the girl and after a few more tries, she learned to efficiently avoid them.
That’s why Fae was following the older woman a lot more casually than how she should be. After passing the hallway, they quietly slipped towards the entrance with Roxy looking left and right at every chance. Surprisingly, the entrance was empty. The unguarded entrance made Fae remember how she wanted to lecture most of the men in blue the other day. If 75% of the chance didn’t point out at her father figuring out her nightly adventures, she probably would have done just that without missing a beat.
They walked through the bright streets of grand city with Roxy mentioning one or the other peculiarities about the lively city. Fae took the chance to copy it all into her head, mentally making a list of all the shops and places to visit later. She was planning to drag her companion to all of them. After all, the night was still very much young.
The bar they arrived at was quiet, rather sophisticated in style too. It wasn’t the type to hold only high class people, but she could tell it was maintained well. Pale colors, lights, the sound of bottles and glasses and the ringing of a few people discussing about their work; it was a blend of society and tranquility, a very unlikely and rare mix. Truth to be told, Fae had never been to a place like that before –more like her father never let her- and the curiosity had grown on the idol’s mind. She expected it to be livelier than this since the numerous books she read always painted these places with dark shades of gray.
“Templars, you say? I have never seen them up-close before. What are they like?” she asked the other woman before finding a quiet place to a corner. Quiet places where her heaven for people tends to ignore it.
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Post by Roxanne Lexington on Aug 20, 2015 19:36:03 GMT
Roxy enjoyed the walk. Sure, this woman probably wasn't even into her; The chances were relatively low and she knew that by now, but at least she was entertaining, and Roxy couldn't say no to hanging out with such a pretty face. She'd done her own share of sneaking, but to be frank she was much better at brute force. It was highly likely that she would have been able to put down every guard there. Buuut that wouldn't have left a good impression on Miss Fae, now would it?
Eventually, they arrived in the bar and took an out of the way corner booth. Roxy was used to sitting at the bar itself, but hey whatever this girl wanted, right? "What are the Templars like?" Roxy chuckled before rolling her eyes. "Well, if I'm honest I'm not a big fan of lawmen," she drew a circle on the table with her finger idly for a moment before looking back up at Fae. She needed to not reveal the exact reason that was just yet at least. "Let's just say we don't get along that well, and that yelling things about a Templar's mother when they come to collect you because you've just punched a bartender isn't the best idea I've had."
Ah, that was a fun story. "Don't get me wrong, the guy totally deserved it. He offered me free drinks, but only if I'd do something I wasn't going to do. I figured he should learn not to proposition pretty girls without getting to know them first." The fact that Roxy didn't care for guys didn't help at all.
[attr="class","nref"]“Odd,” Fae started, thoughtlessly staring far into the distance but quietly watching all men passing by the door. “I do not mean to sound like a fool but I probably will sound like one, however, what I mean to ask is that…aren’t templars defenders of justice?” She had quickly looked down after muttering it for whenever she had said the same thing while engaged in a normal conversation with her crew; they had done nothing but laugh at her as if she was an infant still learning to crawl. It had then occurred to her in many times that most people, not all of them, had poor opinion about government and lawmen. None of them even had a good reason to hate them but they did, ever so reluctant to accept the chains of justice surrounding them. To the normal folk, it may have seemed like solid chains of oppression?
Fae, on the other hand, hated to hear ill about them, especially about people who are really fair in their judgment. Once after hearing her speech, Razerex had laughed heartily, poking fun at her and telling her that she should quit being an idol and join the law enforcers. Even though it was meant to be nothing more than a joke, the biggest surprise, even to Fae, was that she had honestly considered it. Justice, law, fairness, equity and every other virtue of the sort had drawn Fae in with an adamant passion that was very much inexplicable to the young woman. As embarrassing as it seemed to admit it, her favorite stories were of superheroes and so called defenders of justice.
And then the door of the bar slid open with a clamor. There came in about five men, all wearing the much respected, by Fae, templars uniform and discussing among themselves probably about some sort of assignment or another. None of them stopped to stare at any, but instead went to a corner near the door and sat around a wooden table, still chatting among themselves. As soon as Fae saw the men, she had a look of deep appreciation for them, one that she didn’t bear for anyone or anything else.
“I say, if they were not around, this country would have lost to evil already. If people like most of them who put their safety behind for others’ didn’t exit, then I can’t think of what could happen…Of course, not all of them may be good but still…”she trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. It pained her sense of justice that there were people even within the law shredding it to pieces for their own selfishness. It angered her greatly, furiously even to the point she wished to march into their base and throw those halfwits out. “One day, I want to be one of them but not one of those that has little respect towards what and who they serve but one of those that upholds justice,” she dreamt, not paying attention to what Roxanne could possibly feel about her sudden declaration.
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Post by Roxanne Lexington on Aug 28, 2015 14:03:16 GMT
"Meh, honestly I think for most people it's leftover feeling for those magic council guys who ****ed things up," she shrugged, eyeing the Templars as well. "I was a bit too young to care at the time, but I guess a bunch of them really tried to crack down on things and rule everything about people's lives. Even stuff they had no business with. At least till that Shadow Head guy made a move and got himself beat up by... apparently a giant and a bunch of guild types." The redhead kept tabs on the Templars that entered, but stopped obviously paying attention after a moment. "Me? I just have a problem with authority. Why do you think I decided so quickly to ignore the signs and come say hi in person?" she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"To be fair, I'm sure most Templars are decent people. They're not exactly my people," since she was in a dark guild and enjoyed causing trouble for her own amusement, when she wasn't trying to impress a pretty girl anyway. "But I guess they're pretty well received compared to the people before." She wasn't really sure why she was admitting these things. Maybe since Fae wanted to join them and she didn't want to seem like a complete jerk to authority all the time. Then again, to be honest, she wasn't quite sure if her spontaneous plan to meet a pretty face was going well, or just amusingly - Fae showed no indication, herself, but Roxy had already resolved not to care.
"So sure, join if you want. You should probably talk to people who keep up with politics more than me about it though," she chuckled. She kept tabs on it all at this point, but for her own reasons. "Ah well," Roxy eyed the drink placed in front of her before taking a small swig. No getting hammered; she had to put her best foot forward, right?
Post by Fae Bellmont on Sept 21, 2015 12:40:35 GMT
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[attr="class","nref"]It appeared that her companion was really not very fond of the Templars or the current Government. Well, each had their own preferences so it would be best for her to not be bothered about it. It wasn’t as if she could actually give a name to this strange affection of hers for justice and peace and everything related to them. It was fashion these days to criticize the Government without asking the question why and Fae was completely out of that strange and twisted loop which she looked upon with scorn.
Fae just stared at her still full glass and with a sigh, shook her head before turning her eyes back to Roxy. “So Roxy, since I seem to going on about myself, tell me about yourself,” she passed the baton to her, pursing her lips to stop herself from making the whole night about herself. Fae was well aware that she was quite indifferent to people and normally, she wouldn’t care about it. But this woman had dragged her out of the dark and tiny room out to the city without putting her through the glances of all those hypocrites she is surrounded by. That alone was something to thank this woman for.
“Like where are you from and what you like or where we should go from here,” Fae elaborated, pushing aside the glass of alcohol and motioning towards the server to bring her a glass of plain water alone. Alcohol never worked well for Fae and the first time she tried it, she passed out after just one tiny gulp of the strange liquid. Besides, it felt like it was burning her throat which she was not so very eager to experience again.
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