Everywhere across the city and her streets this week, you are bound to spot a ragged, teenage changeling harassing supernaturals of all types. He appears to be a normal brown-haired boy at first glance, but if you can see through his glamour, you may notice he has lavender eyes and pointed ears. As he stalks down the sidewalk, his beige coat sways behind him, revealing a glimpse of blue and white: wings like that of a kingfisher, connected to his hips.
Wherever he may be--the park, outside the cat cafe, on your doorstep arguing with a homeless werechicken--he is approaching a supernatural person with a blunt attitude and a con-artist's sharp smile. He will stand in your way on the sidewalk. He will lean in the doorframe and block your entrance to the cafe. If they try to blow him off, he will say aloud for all to hear that a strong changeling or warlock such as yourself ought to ally itself with a group where everyone is equal, a group that may just change things.
Human heads turn. He's threatening exposure unless they step aside and speak with him on the matter. He doesn't care who they are, or how easily they could beat him up.
Maybe it's you that he's harassing. Either way, it all pretty much starts the same:
"Hey there. Are you looking for more community than the Pack and Circle provide?" That's it. Sell that rebel group.
B> Looking for Lost Birds (2nd)
Roses have been lurking in the back of Allen's mind as of late. It's a distracting topic, this constant fear that the Rose Queen could be watching them all, moving to destroy or claim every changeling her precious purebloods have ever sown.
It's been so preoccupying, he hasn't had the time to dwell on the new memories that have popped their strange, ugly heads in his mind.
But while his mind is occupied with one mystery, he can't ignore something so glaringly, obviously dangerous as bloodied posters calling for a meeting place in the woods. Can no one be discreet anymore? It's like villains aren't even trying.
Soon after a poster has been slapped on a wall near the fountain park, Allen kneels below it and tests the hotness of the matches between his fingers. Anyone passing by or gathering will see the glamoured changeling subtly pocket a handful of feathers, matches, and rose petals.
He quickly rises and rushes by, bumping your shoulder as he passes with nary a glance. There's a figure running from the crowd, and Allen is already throwing up a don't-look-here-charm. He does not disappear so much as blend into the crowd. You can see him if you look out the corner of your eye, but if you try to stare directly at him, he just isn't there.
Do you follow to yell at him? Will you investigate with him? He's certainly suspicious . . .
Wildcard!
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Allen | OTA
Everywhere across the city and her streets this week, you are bound to spot a ragged, teenage changeling harassing supernaturals of all types. He appears to be a normal brown-haired boy at first glance, but if you can see through his glamour, you may notice he has lavender eyes and pointed ears. As he stalks down the sidewalk, his beige coat sways behind him, revealing a glimpse of blue and white: wings like that of a kingfisher, connected to his hips.
Wherever he may be--the park, outside the cat cafe, on your doorstep arguing with a homeless werechicken--he is approaching a supernatural person with a blunt attitude and a con-artist's sharp smile. He will stand in your way on the sidewalk. He will lean in the doorframe and block your entrance to the cafe. If they try to blow him off, he will say aloud for all to hear that a strong changeling or warlock such as yourself ought to ally itself with a group where everyone is equal, a group that may just change things.
Human heads turn. He's threatening exposure unless they step aside and speak with him on the matter. He doesn't care who they are, or how easily they could beat him up.
Maybe it's you that he's harassing. Either way, it all pretty much starts the same:
"Hey there. Are you looking for more community than the Pack and Circle provide?" That's it. Sell that rebel group.
B> Looking for Lost Birds (2nd)
Roses have been lurking in the back of Allen's mind as of late. It's a distracting topic, this constant fear that the Rose Queen could be watching them all, moving to destroy or claim every changeling her precious purebloods have ever sown.
It's been so preoccupying, he hasn't had the time to dwell on the new memories that have popped their strange, ugly heads in his mind.
But while his mind is occupied with one mystery, he can't ignore something so glaringly, obviously dangerous as bloodied posters calling for a meeting place in the woods. Can no one be discreet anymore? It's like villains aren't even trying.
Soon after a poster has been slapped on a wall near the fountain park, Allen kneels below it and tests the hotness of the matches between his fingers. Anyone passing by or gathering will see the glamoured changeling subtly pocket a handful of feathers, matches, and rose petals.
He quickly rises and rushes by, bumping your shoulder as he passes with nary a glance. There's a figure running from the crowd, and Allen is already throwing up a don't-look-here-charm. He does not disappear so much as blend into the crowd. You can see him if you look out the corner of your eye, but if you try to stare directly at him, he just isn't there.
Do you follow to yell at him? Will you investigate with him? He's certainly suspicious . . .
Wildcard!
[Do we have CR plans? Assumed CR? Do you just wanna hit me with another prompt? Please do! Either ask for a specific starter or throw me one.]