Arrival [Toby had thought Chelsea ripping holes through the fabric of Faerie had been bad enough. And, well, it had been. But this...this was...she couldn't even think about it. Because she couldn't fix it. There was no rogue changeling to douse with magic dampening goo, no curse to break, no psychotic duke's daughter to stop. There was just the world being ripped apart--no, worlds, mortal and Faerie falling apart at the seams with quakes and tsunamis and so much worse, threatening to take the people she loved with it.
So of course, when the door opened--like Chelsea's doors, but not, because she couldn't see through to the world beyond, there was just the feeling of electricity in the air, almost like when April manifested but still not--she ran through. She didn't know if she would have taken the rest of them with her if they'd been there in that moment. She was the hero, she was the one who saved people. And not knowing just what might be waiting on the other side, she wasn't sure she would have risked them.
That didn't change that, right before the world dropped away, her heart ached for May and Quentin...and Tybalt. Sweet Titania, she never expected to feel that for Tybalt, and now she might not get the chance to see how it would end.
But then she couldn't think, because there was that strange sensation of her body changing--not anywhere near as painful as when her mother shifted the balance of her blood, but strange--and she didn't even have time to scream for Tybalt before the world fell away and then reality was slipping out from under her feet….
Dropping her in the ocean. Oh, Oberon's balls, this was just getting better and better.
Her first act is to drag herself from the water, almost flailing like it might kill her just by touching her skin. That's a phobia she's not sure she's ever going to get over, even with another fourteen hundred years. And then she's standing, looking around, trying to figure out where she is. The scenery is strange enough to be part of Faerie, but it doesn't seem like any of the lost kingdoms, or even any of the ones they still have.
Whatever's going on, she needs a cup of coffee or ten before she can even start thinking about it too hard, so she starts trudging up the shore, the only thing keeping her from looking absolutely bedraggled being the stylish leather jacket that she wraps around her body like a security blanket. Which it is, not that she'll admit to it to anyone.
As she walks, it occurs to her that she isn't wearing her human disguise and she might be somewhere with humans. So before she gets too far, she finds a spot of shadows and grabs a handful of them, weaving herself a human disguise in a moment, blunting the tips of her ears and taking the sharpness from her face and the strange color from her eyes, leaving the scent of copper and cut grass in the air. And then she keeps walking towards the trees, hoping against hope that someone or something will be able to provide her with answers and caffeine. Not necessarily in that order. ]
Into the Woods [Not long after she walked through the trees, Toby had found the thing that looked almost like a rose goblin, until she looked at it a bit more closely and saw it's very un-catlike eyes. Still, like Spike--oh, root and branch, she hadn't even thought of Spike and that makes her want to cry again--it had comfortably perched on her shoulder. Unlike Spike, it actually spoke.
If she hadn't grown up in the Summerlands that probably would have made her scream. As it was, it just made her feel even more off balance. Still, she listened, taking in what it told her. She didn't want to believe most of it, but she had to for now. She was a hero, she'd find a way to save the people she loved. If that meant trusting the word of a not-rose goblin and walking into a strange forest...she'd done more foolish things to save people.
That didn't make it smart, but she didn't have much of a choice.
Still, when she sees the little flitting creatures, she smirks a bit and actually crouches to speak to them. They don't look quite like the pixies she knows, but close enough that maybe they can give her some more useful information than the thing on her shoulder.]
"Hi there. Any of you know where I can find a cup of coffee?"
[What? Even a hero has to have her vices.]
OOC: anyone with magic/powers able to see through relatively weak illusions is free to see through Toby's human disguise. Her ears are pointed, her eyes are oddly colorless, and her facial features are very angular--think your archetypical Faerie in most ways.
October 'Toby' Daye | October Daye series
[Toby had thought Chelsea ripping holes through the fabric of Faerie had been bad enough. And, well, it had been. But this...this was...she couldn't even think about it. Because she couldn't fix it. There was no rogue changeling to douse with magic dampening goo, no curse to break, no psychotic duke's daughter to stop. There was just the world being ripped apart--no, worlds, mortal and Faerie falling apart at the seams with quakes and tsunamis and so much worse, threatening to take the people she loved with it.
So of course, when the door opened--like Chelsea's doors, but not, because she couldn't see through to the world beyond, there was just the feeling of electricity in the air, almost like when April manifested but still not--she ran through. She didn't know if she would have taken the rest of them with her if they'd been there in that moment. She was the hero, she was the one who saved people. And not knowing just what might be waiting on the other side, she wasn't sure she would have risked them.
That didn't change that, right before the world dropped away, her heart ached for May and Quentin...and Tybalt. Sweet Titania, she never expected to feel that for Tybalt, and now she might not get the chance to see how it would end.
But then she couldn't think, because there was that strange sensation of her body changing--not anywhere near as painful as when her mother shifted the balance of her blood, but strange--and she didn't even have time to scream for Tybalt before the world fell away and then reality was slipping out from under her feet….
Dropping her in the ocean. Oh, Oberon's balls, this was just getting better and better.
Her first act is to drag herself from the water, almost flailing like it might kill her just by touching her skin. That's a phobia she's not sure she's ever going to get over, even with another fourteen hundred years. And then she's standing, looking around, trying to figure out where she is. The scenery is strange enough to be part of Faerie, but it doesn't seem like any of the lost kingdoms, or even any of the ones they still have.
Whatever's going on, she needs a cup of coffee or ten before she can even start thinking about it too hard, so she starts trudging up the shore, the only thing keeping her from looking absolutely bedraggled being the stylish leather jacket that she wraps around her body like a security blanket. Which it is, not that she'll admit to it to anyone.
As she walks, it occurs to her that she isn't wearing her human disguise and she might be somewhere with humans. So before she gets too far, she finds a spot of shadows and grabs a handful of them, weaving herself a human disguise in a moment, blunting the tips of her ears and taking the sharpness from her face and the strange color from her eyes, leaving the scent of copper and cut grass in the air. And then she keeps walking towards the trees, hoping against hope that someone or something will be able to provide her with answers and caffeine. Not necessarily in that order. ]
Into the Woods
[Not long after she walked through the trees, Toby had found the thing that looked almost like a rose goblin, until she looked at it a bit more closely and saw it's very un-catlike eyes. Still, like Spike--oh, root and branch, she hadn't even thought of Spike and that makes her want to cry again--it had comfortably perched on her shoulder. Unlike Spike, it actually spoke.
If she hadn't grown up in the Summerlands that probably would have made her scream. As it was, it just made her feel even more off balance. Still, she listened, taking in what it told her. She didn't want to believe most of it, but she had to for now. She was a hero, she'd find a way to save the people she loved. If that meant trusting the word of a not-rose goblin and walking into a strange forest...she'd done more foolish things to save people.
That didn't make it smart, but she didn't have much of a choice.
Still, when she sees the little flitting creatures, she smirks a bit and actually crouches to speak to them. They don't look quite like the pixies she knows, but close enough that maybe they can give her some more useful information than the thing on her shoulder.]
"Hi there. Any of you know where I can find a cup of coffee?"
[What? Even a hero has to have her vices.]
OOC: anyone with magic/powers able to see through relatively weak illusions is free to see through Toby's human disguise. Her ears are pointed, her eyes are oddly colorless, and her facial features are very angular--think your archetypical Faerie in most ways.