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alexandervbarrett:

“Oh, they’ve tried to kill me a time or two, but like a phoenix, still I rise,” Alex said with a dismissive gesture of his hand. The implication that he would have died at the hands of those fools at the wedding was, truly, insulting. His mind flickered briefly towards thoughts of that foolish fish assassin and her saving of his life, irritation briefly marring his features, but he cast the thought out of his mind nearly as soon as it entered. He wouldn’t think about that hastily-repaid life debt. Not now. Not ever. He gave her a glance over, a wry smirk ghosting across his face. “You know, if you wanted to be incognito, you probably could have tried a little harder.”

“By all means, little princess, go ahead with your ‘business’ you’ve called me here for,” Alex said as the barmaid brought over a large pint of frosted ale for him. He accepted the drink greedily and took a hearty sip, licking the foam from his lips as he placed the tankard down on the table before him. “After all, we don’t want little King Valentina knowing his guest is spending her time slumming it with pirates. What will the people say?”

The princess gave a smile that, to an untrained or unwary eye, would speak nothing but admiration and respect. Beneath it, visible only in the glint of her eyes and the slight sucking in of one corner of her mouth, was a trace of calculation. It was a useful skill, Barrett’s ability to evade almost certain death. Even as she listened and watched him drink, part of Ginny’s mind was working out just how useful that could be in the future... and whether it might some day become a liability to her.

“And why should I bother with disguises, when I can simply pay people to forget?” she mused, the smile turning decidedly into a satisfied smirk. “Perhaps one day, you’ll be rich enough to pay people to forget you when it’s convenient. I could be the one to help you get there.” The comment about Valentina elicited a rather dramatic eye roll and a snort. “That’s just it, my swashbuckling friend. With your help, the people will say whatever I want them to say. Perhaps something along the lines of, ‘The King is dead. Long live the Queen.’“ She paused, blinking at him. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

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@enjolrastrvrs

The longer she was trapped in this infernal country, the more Ginny became convinced that it could do with a complete overhaul. Vampires and werewolves and fae and those ridiculous fish people were bad enough. Now she’d come to find they had such monstrosities as cyclopes running about the place. If she made it out of this encounter, she was going to have some very strong words with some very important people about performing a little pest control.

Genevieve LeFaye came from a royal line whose roots were planted by prolific monster hunters. So deadly and efficient were they that Nizrani was now a peaceful country free of supernatural beings altogether, barring any foolish enough to risk living there in secret. Their coat of arms featured one of her ancestors holding a severed giant’s head while on horseback. All told, Ginny should have been well prepared (genetically at least) to face down the one-eyed brute that had crossed her path. But genetics and practice were two entirely separate things, and Ginny was not a skilled fighter. Given a sword, she could do more damage with it by swinging wildly and hitting bystanders than through practiced movements. So it was up to her faithful guards to deal with the beast, while the princess found a safe spot up in a tree.

And oh, how well that was going. Richard was already dead, torn clean in two by the cyclops and promptly devoured while Francois covered for Ginny’s escape to a nearby oak. But now the fiend had turned on the remaining guard, who trembled visibly as he fended off the beast’s club with his scimitar, and Ginny couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his pitiful display. What good were personal guards if they couldn’t take down a bloody cyclops? True, it might have helped if she had not goaded the creature with a scathing remark about its filthy loincloth, but still. That was no excuse for her guards to suddenly turn into shrinking violets. Francois was clearly struggling, and Ginny had no desire to get blood on her silk dress—it was already ruined from climbing the tree. So she did the only other thing she could in this situation: scream for someone else to come and clean up this mess.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”

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@xcolettedelafontaine

The road back from her latest meeting with the pirates was quiet, devoid of pedestrians and riders alike save for Ginny and her two guards. Both had assured her they were not being followed, and for a while she had believed it. But over the last few minutes as they made their way back down the coastline, she’d had the most persistent feeling that there were eyes on her. It was a feeling she was most familiar with, and normally one she rather enjoyed. Not at this time of day, though, with the sun set and the moon climbing farther into the sky. It wasn’t full, but in this werewolf-infested land, Ginny was not willing to put faith in a celestial body to control the beasts. And then there were vampires to account for, nocturnal savages that they were. And who knew what fae and fishfolk would do to a person under cover of darkness.

The prickling on the back of her neck would not abate, no matter how far they rode. Huffing, Ginny pulled up on the reins, bringing her horse to a halt, much to her guards’ surprise. She turned the stallion in a circle, eyeing the landscape around her. To her human eyes, there was merely the shore to the east, the road ahead and behind them, and a line of trees to the west. But her gut told her she was being watched, and though she was no warrior, Genevieve LeFaye was a princess and not given to backing down easily. “I daresay you’ll find me much easier prey now that I’m no longer moving,” she called, pursing her lips and peering around her in the moonlight. “Care to show your face, or do you intend to stay hidden like a coward?”

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Rank species in the order you find most eligible to date.

“Easy. 1. Humans. 2. Humans. 3. Humans. .... Oh, very well, I shall play your outré game. 1. Humans. 2. Vampires. 3. Merfolk, so long as they have the decency to remain on two legs. 4. Faeries, so long as they remain glamoured and I can’t see those disgusting wings or ears. 5. Werewolves. Little better than dogs, really, it would practically be bestiality.”

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For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

“A faerie and a pirate? This is indeed difficult. On one hand, I’d like to remain on her good side, so that I may continue my partnership with her faction. On the other, having her meet an untimely and unfortunate demise would rid the world of yet another unnatural insect. Dear me, I can’t make up my mind…”

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whose your hall pass?

“Whatever should I need a hall pass for? I am free to go where I please within the palace, thanks to my gracious host. Hm, the very idea.”

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♛ GENEVIEVE LEFAYE ♛ — Task #3: Mischief Managed

WAND

Black Walnut “Less common than the standard walnut wand, that of black walnut seeks a master of good instincts and powerful insight. Black walnut is a very handsome wood, but not the easiest to master. It has one pronounced quirk, which is that it is abnormally attuned to inner conflict, and loses power dramatically if its possessor practises any form of self-deception. If the witch or wizard is unable or unwilling to be honest with themselves or others, the wand often fails to perform adequately and must be matched with a new owner if it is to regain its former prowess. Paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, however, it becomes one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all, with a particular flair in all kinds of charmwork.”

Dragon Heartstring “As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.”

9 ¾ in. Long “Wands ranging from 9 to 10.5 inches are considered shorter than average but are common to be seen. The wizards and witches paired to these wands have a tendency to think well before acting, and their magic style is usually of elegance and neater than others. Owning a commonly small wand may, in some cases, represent that the owner cares a lot for himself or herself, which does not mean they are selfish.”

Hard Flexibility “The wands described as hard, rigid, solid, stiff, unbending, and unyielding, are regarded as 'rigid wands'. Most wizards and witches who use magic in a more traditional way and are rigorous when taking decisions are chosen by these wands. Hard wands are usually the most difficult to adapt to the user, and the wizards and witches who succeed with these wands are of enviable determination.”

HOGWARTS HOUSE

Ravenclaw — intelligent, wise, sharp, witty, individual

Ginny has always prided herself on her intelligence, particularly as compared to her siblings and everyone around her, who she sees as generally empty-headed and foolish. Though her actions and her calculations would seemingly place her more in Slytherin, she lacks the sense of tight-knit loyalty that the serpents possess towards people they hold dear. Ginny is above all an individualistic person: she’s always out for herself first and foremost, and everyone around her is only worth what they can do for her. She shows great wisdom and sharp instincts in how she handles the people around her, maintaining careful facades where necessary, knowing when to speak the truth or how to twist it so that she can never be said to be a liar. She is meticulous about covering her tracks, and intuitive toward others’ emotions so that she can find the best ways to manipulate them. Ginny has a barbed tongue which she knows how to wield more effectively than any sword, and her wit wins her “friends” and allies wherever she goes.

PATRONUS

Adder

“The common European adder or common European viper is a venomous snake that can be found throughout Europe. Adders are not normally aggressive and tend to only bite when they are threatened in some way.”

Patient and deceptively passive, Ginny often lures others into a false sense of security with how calm and composed she always is. If angered, she will almost never strike physically, but will attack with whispers and orders behind the scenes to tear down her prey. She is the adder beneath the rose in every sense.

OTHER

Ilvermorny House — Wampus “Wampuses are defined by their actions, by what they say, and by how they express themselves. They are experimenters, designers, architects, and servants; they lead by example, learn by doing, speak their minds, and live their truths. Wampuses are the central actors of their world, and their every action is deliberate, intentional, and representative of what they most value.”

Boggart — Powerlessness Ginny’s boggart would manifest as an image of herself, bound and gagged, lying at the feet of her father’s throne while one of her siblings sits in it and laughs at her, calling her useless and weak, mocking her for aspiring to more than the life her parents had planned for her. She fears powerlessness above all else—not being in control of her destiny or her life at all times, not being able to control any given situation that she finds herself in.

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derrieuxmelanie:

Melanie was one who always seeked excellence, in any and everything she did, which is why after getting over the shock and utter dismay over her current condition. She set out to ensure that she could move well in the water, that she could control her tail and not the other way around.  She was swimming about, still a tad freaked at the fact that she now had gills and could actually breathe underwater when she noticed she was joined by a stranger.

Melanie breached the surface of the ocean in time to hear the question spoken out loud. She laughed, how accurate that sentiment was. “Devilry indeed. It appears that all those within Candoris have been cursed.” Melanie was perched on a boulder, her tail still underwater while her upper body rested on the mossy rock. “Here’s to hoping this curse is broken real soon.”

The question had been more rhetorical than anything; Ginny had thought herself alone on the beach, the only circumstance under which she muse aloud to herself. She was always careful to control her tongue around others, so that she could control their perception of her. But at the laugh and the response, tinged with a note of bitterness it seemed, the princess blinked and nodded. The mermaid who had appeared on a nearby rock must be in a similar situation, burdened with a new aquatic appendage and none too happy with the situation.

“What a strange turn of events,” Ginny replied, shifting ever-so-slightly nearer to the rock in as delicate a manner as possible. “I must agree. As unique an experience as this is, I’m not entirely comfortable with this change. I rather miss having my legs.” She ran a hand over the scales now covering her hips. It was an uncomfortable, foreign feeling. Like touching a limb that had gone numb, knowing that you should be able to feel the touch and yet unable to do so. “How are you coping, my dear? Have you found it an easy adjustment?”

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talviste:

That seemed to be the question of the day. If only he had the answer. Remy stared at her tail, wondering what that must be like. Did it hurt as much as shifting into a wolf? It didn’t look like it, but now that he wasn’t human he knew better than to make assumptions about other species. He would’ve never guessed this was how it felt to live a day in the life of a werewolf. “Maybe something’s in the water.” He cracked a small smile, not that this was the time to make jokes.

A single eyebrow rose, followed by one corner of her mouth. “Perhaps. I know very little of Candoris; mayhaps the oceans of this country have a particularly magical affect on humans. That would be quite the trick.” She observed the young man languidly, less bothered by the change in body than she had expected. At least she now knew she would look just as incredible as a mermaid as she did as a human. “Perhaps we should test the theory. You haven’t taken a dip yet, have you?”

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fclvks:

The sea was the one place that made Feliks feel calm and it wasn’t working half as well as it usually did. He chalked it up to the shift his body was going through but it still felt good to get away from the panic setting in around the capital. He came across the bewildered mermaid and realized quickly that she must have been affected as well. “Magic. Fae magic but I’m no expert.” Feliks sat down next to her.

Whoever this fellow was, he clearly had a better sense of the situation than she did. And ever the opportunist, Ginny was happy to soak up whatever information he could offer. “I didn’t know the fae were capable of something this... drastic,” she mused, giving the tip of her tail a few lazy flicks, testing out its range of motion, exploring how to use it. “I take it you’ve been affected in some way as well?” She glanced at him, eyebrows raised.

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“............... Huh.” As usual, the princess’s composure remained in tact as she started at the glittering gold tail which had formed in place of her legs. Ginny had been possessed of a keen urge to walk by the ocean that day, and upon reaching the shoreline had uncharacteristically thrown caution to the wind, shed her dress, and dived right into the briny waves. Now as she surfaced and climbed back onto the beach to get a better look at her new appendage, her eyebrows rose steadily higher and she was overcome with suspicion and irritation. “What new devilry is this exactly?

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Favorite childhood memory?

“Oh, which to choose? Perhaps my coming out ball when I was sixteen. Although it was symbolic of me becoming an adult in our culture, it was technically still a child at the time so I daresay it counts. I didn’t care for being a child, you see. Too many people with more power than me telling me what to do, how to dress, where to go, who I could associate with. It was ghastly beyond belief. My debut to my father’s court was a grand affair, and my first real taste of power.”

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What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

“Ruling, of course. It’s my birthright, and I’m far better suited for it than any of my siblings. I would prefer to rule my homeland, of course—nowhere in the world compares to Nizrani. And I’d rather rule over my siblings and watch them writhe with impotent jealousy beneath me. But barring that, I suppose just about anywhere will do...”

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umm...hi you are fucking gorgeous...kbye

“Aw, now aren’t you sweet? It’s good to see that some people in this wretched country aren’t completely bereft of good taste.”

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viktor-valentina:

With all of the chaos of the past few days, Viktor had been working around the clock to deal with the fallout from the Beaumont Wedding. Funerals were arranged, the alphas had been met with, compensation was being provided to all those who were injured and he had personally gone to ensure that the few vampires who lived among his city were protected from any possible retaliation from the grieving citizens of Candoris. On top of that, he was running secret meetings with the merfolk to try and figure out what was going on in their kingdom. Yet still, there remained more to do.

As Ginny entered the room, Viktor paused in his detailed recollection of the night’s events, his hand cramping painfully as he finally let go of his nib pen. “Your Highness, it is a pleasure to see you.“ It was more of a surprise than anything else. In all of the frenzy of activity, the foreign royals had slipped his mind. But he kept his tone even, calm and collected. “I am well, yes. It was the werewolves that took the brunt of the attack. I cannot tell you in good faith that the pack is well, but they are recovering from the ordeal.” He folded his hands, straightening his back and forcing his exhaustion to the back of his mind. “Might I inquire about yourself? I hope you have been taking the time to rest after all the excitement of the past few days?”

Despite his youth, an air of weariness hung around the king of Candoris that bespoke a man at least twenty years his senior. It turned his eyes a little more dull as he looked at her, crept into his tone like a sigh. Were she a softer woman, Ginny might feel sorry for him. But she’d grown up in the gilded and poisonous halls of Idoris, where power could change at a moment’s notice. Where every inhalation was calculated to steal the breath from one’s enemies. Weariness was a weakness; sentimentality was exploitable; and a king who miscalculated his risks would find himself crownless faster than he could blink. All Ginny saw as she straightened from her curtsy was a frail little boy who had no business wearing a crown.

With that sympathetic look still firmly in place, Ginny put a hand over her heart, eyes watering up a little as though she actually cared about those beasts’ feelings. “I... I’m relieved to hear you’re alright, Your Majesty. I suppose it’s a little selfish of me, to be only concerned for you. I do hope your loyal wolves will fair as well in time.” She took a step closer, hand dropping to intertwine with its pair in a demure fold over the front of her dress. “Oh, I’m quite alright, thank you. The only blight on my days has been worry for you and yours. You’ve been a gracious host, and I wish that there was more I could do to help you." Ginny’s head tilted to one side, brows pressed in concern. “And what of your sister, my lord? She has been spared from all this uncertainty, I hope.”