[1. A Pit Stop] Portland is known for its strange occurrences, though not a lot of people like to talk about it. However, it's also known for its infamous Voodoo Doughnuts. Not many can resist its call, even bikers who not-so-secretly work for certain fae queens. If you happen to be out in the early hours of the morning, you are likely to find Voodoo Doughnuts has a motorcycle parked in front of it -- perhaps among others -- and if you were to venture inside you would find a slender woman sitting at a booth. She sits, slumped against the upholstery, her eyes focused not on her doughnuts and coffee, but on the alley across the way. She appears to be watching for someone or something to emerge, but the only thing strange about the alley is the newly placed Animal Fair fliers.
She frowns and turns back to her breakfast, stakeouts are so boring, but at least she doesn't have to do it by herself. Pearl rips open a sugar packet, dumping its contents into her black coffee and waits. Who or what she's waiting for is yet to be determined. Maybe it's you...?
--- [2. Girl's Gotta Study] Even though she was technically past the typical college age, her proximity to the fae meant that her age was often difficult to determine. Most people who saw her put her in her 20s or 30s, but Pearl was fairly certain she was a couple of decades past that point. Still, it was important to keep in touch with the modern world, especially if she was supposed to be one of the fae's more human representatives. Pearl's jacket and the right hair style meant passing was pretty easy, but she knew she had a reputation among certain groups who would recognize her on the spot. Still, you spend enough time with the fae and you learn a few tricks of glamour. Pearl liked to think she was pretty good at it too.
It was especially helpful when you were trying to take night classes at the local university. She didn't necessarily need them mind you, but she had found that taking a few classes in communication and psychology actually helped in learning how to negotiate around the fae's tricky word play and commands. A little linguistics thrown in didn't hurt either and basically Pear saw this as a way to arm herself with words and not just with her sword.
Class was still a few hours off, but the weather was actually nice for once, so Pearl took up a spot on a bench outside of the humanities building and flipped open a textbook. Unfortunately, at about that time, that notorious October wind kicked up and blew some of her loose notes out of her book. She cursed under her breath and scrambled to pick them up. The pages blew across the lawn and came to rest at someone's feet...
--- [3. Find Him] Before the rose had bloomed in her apartment, Pearl had thought her only mission would be to 'Find Him.' It was vague, and that was strange because usually the queen was more specific than that. Fae were always careful about their words, it was why she had started taking courses at the college to better prepare herself for learning to find the loop holes and hidden meanings in the way they spoke. Not that there was actually a specific class for that, but she'd been hodge-podgeing a few classes in linguistics, political speeches, communication, and psychology that seemed to be doing the trick. Which made the assignment even more baffling.
Still, while she might have had her doubts about certain aspects of the way things were run, Pearl wasn't going to argue this. She had been given two missions now and while she could rely on her Renegades to keep an eye on this fair, the missive to "Find Him" was all on her. She just wished she knew what she was supposed to do with him when she DID locate him. She closed her eyes, remembering the look on his face just a few months ago...or had it been years? She couldn't remember. It's just...she had ignored it then and now...now she wasn't so sure if she was doing what she really wanted to be doing any more.
Pearl's grip tightened on her bike. No, she was the Knight. She couldn't waver or doubt her queen. Pearl pushed her motorcycle forward and kept her eyes peeled. She would find him, follow him, and wait for more orders. Pearl's bike roared as she tore threw the streets or Portland...hopefully watching where she was going.
--- [4. Wild Card] [Have business with her? Hit me up with a prompt.]
Pearl | OTA (Date ???)
Portland is known for its strange occurrences, though not a lot of people like to talk about it. However, it's also known for its infamous Voodoo Doughnuts. Not many can resist its call, even bikers who not-so-secretly work for certain fae queens. If you happen to be out in the early hours of the morning, you are likely to find Voodoo Doughnuts has a motorcycle parked in front of it -- perhaps among others -- and if you were to venture inside you would find a slender woman sitting at a booth. She sits, slumped against the upholstery, her eyes focused not on her doughnuts and coffee, but on the alley across the way. She appears to be watching for someone or something to emerge, but the only thing strange about the alley is the newly placed Animal Fair fliers.
She frowns and turns back to her breakfast, stakeouts are so boring, but at least she doesn't have to do it by herself. Pearl rips open a sugar packet, dumping its contents into her black coffee and waits. Who or what she's waiting for is yet to be determined. Maybe it's you...?
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[2. Girl's Gotta Study]
Even though she was technically past the typical college age, her proximity to the fae meant that her age was often difficult to determine. Most people who saw her put her in her 20s or 30s, but Pearl was fairly certain she was a couple of decades past that point. Still, it was important to keep in touch with the modern world, especially if she was supposed to be one of the fae's more human representatives. Pearl's jacket and the right hair style meant passing was pretty easy, but she knew she had a reputation among certain groups who would recognize her on the spot. Still, you spend enough time with the fae and you learn a few tricks of glamour. Pearl liked to think she was pretty good at it too.
It was especially helpful when you were trying to take night classes at the local university. She didn't necessarily need them mind you, but she had found that taking a few classes in communication and psychology actually helped in learning how to negotiate around the fae's tricky word play and commands. A little linguistics thrown in didn't hurt either and basically Pear saw this as a way to arm herself with words and not just with her sword.
Class was still a few hours off, but the weather was actually nice for once, so Pearl took up a spot on a bench outside of the humanities building and flipped open a textbook. Unfortunately, at about that time, that notorious October wind kicked up and blew some of her loose notes out of her book. She cursed under her breath and scrambled to pick them up. The pages blew across the lawn and came to rest at someone's feet...
---
[3. Find Him]
Before the rose had bloomed in her apartment, Pearl had thought her only mission would be to 'Find Him.' It was vague, and that was strange because usually the queen was more specific than that. Fae were always careful about their words, it was why she had started taking courses at the college to better prepare herself for learning to find the loop holes and hidden meanings in the way they spoke. Not that there was actually a specific class for that, but she'd been hodge-podgeing a few classes in linguistics, political speeches, communication, and psychology that seemed to be doing the trick. Which made the assignment even more baffling.
Still, while she might have had her doubts about certain aspects of the way things were run, Pearl wasn't going to argue this. She had been given two missions now and while she could rely on her Renegades to keep an eye on this fair, the missive to "Find Him" was all on her. She just wished she knew what she was supposed to do with him when she DID locate him. She closed her eyes, remembering the look on his face just a few months ago...or had it been years? She couldn't remember. It's just...she had ignored it then and now...now she wasn't so sure if she was doing what she really wanted to be doing any more.
Pearl's grip tightened on her bike. No, she was the Knight. She couldn't waver or doubt her queen. Pearl pushed her motorcycle forward and kept her eyes peeled. She would find him, follow him, and wait for more orders. Pearl's bike roared as she tore threw the streets or Portland...hopefully watching where she was going.
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[4. Wild Card]
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