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▄▄▄ Catherine Alicia Komeror X ▄▄▄
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.:: I was named Athena, the Brains of the Court of FEY
I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
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Really, Catherine would pat herself on the back if she had the time or the will. But she didn’t need such self-assuring movements.
She would however, treat herself to some slices of those absolutely delectable caramel covered apples sprinkled with chocolate and nuts. Extraordinarily expensive (especially in these times) and god know how much blood money she had to drain from the lower status people, but hey, that one apple was absolutely worth it.
While munching on a slice, she studied the large map of Selkia and the surrounding areas. Large and marked, it took up a great portion of one wall in her large office. As she studied the map, Catherine couldn’t suppress a thin, self-satisfied smirk of glee. The slums, the market district, the mage district, the red district, the merchant district, the banking district, the palace, EVERYTHING. They had all been brought under the control of the Court of Fey. Under her control.
Selkia was under control to do as she saw fit. And boy, did Catherine have plans for Selkia. Nothing good for the city or humankind, mind. Conquering Selkia, having the majority of the remaining the human lives in the palm of her hand, was just another step in her plan to her TRUE goal. Catherine’s eyes softened slightly as her eyes swept over her office. She missed those days when the other three of the Court of Fey would be lounging around in her office. She would be at her large, solid desk working and filling out paper work while drawing out plans and writing letters. Faerie would be practicing her swing with a staff that had weights on the other end at the other side of the spacioius room. Sweating and panting as she glared ahead, cussing violently to herself when a swing didn’t feel right to her. Yura would be sitting on one of the long couches, creating potions or poisons as she mumbled spells to herself as she spread strange-smelling herbs across a marble table. Evelyn would be lounging on another couch, feeding herself grapes or something equally exotic as she created the perfect picture of goddess relaxing across the cushions, all scarves and wispy cloth. At least, if it wasn’t for the glinting silver eyes and disturbing smile on her lips as she planned her next infiltration mission.
Catherine flopped down on a couch, a bit more depressed now as she remembered the days the Court of Fey had been shadowy figures of power in Selkia and how they were always together. Always. Now, Yura had her responsibilities in the mage guilds, now that she had successfully put down all resistance and united all the guilds (official and unofficial) as well as all magic users (down to herbalists with just the barest traces of magic) under her. Faerie was gone, off gallivanting with that stupid Tha’thel, Izur. Had that stupid girl learned nothing from what happened with Evelyn?!
The dark-haired noblewoman’s eyes drifted over to the table resting in front of her, or rather, the stand. Across the long, marble platform was a corpse. A corpse of a beautiful woman with long, pale blonde, wavy hair. Her closed eyes hid her silver irises and the collar hid the rope burns that encircled her neck. Largely due to Yura, the body was untouched by rot, animals, and the graffiti of people. The ragged, white-gray dress they had forced her into for her execution had been replaced by a fine outfit of flowing, silk and satin cloth of light pink, pale gold, white, and silver. After taking the Council under her control (and eliminating the idiots brave enough to oppose her within said council), retrieving the body of Freyja, the Beauty of the Court of Fey, had been the first thing Catherine had done.
Sighing, Catherine drew her focus back to her most recent problema. Once upon a time, Catherine had wanted to be in the spotlight, to make everyone look at her in fear and awe and all those other delightful things. Now, Catherine appreciated that she was the shadow of a shadow. She didn’t need to be in the spotlight for people to look at her that way, she hardly cared. They wouldn’t be around for too long if everything went as planned anyways. Problem was: her husband was now dead, and Faerie was hardly a shadow now. The noblewoman wanted to stay the shadow now. Athena was a planner, a schemer, the one 10 steps in front of everybody else with backup plans A through Y. Being in control of the city at this point, she might as well be queen. But that wasn’t what Catherine wanted. Such a position would restrict her. Yet, a lot of powers came with being a ruler.
Yes, she had accomplished much, if she did say so herself. Actually, it wasn’t as much as one might think. Catherine had been waiting and planning and scheming for a long, long, LONG time now. Even back when she was a nameless wife, a subject to abuse and servitude, outcast and the shadow of a shadow of the Hearts capital’s Court, Catherine had been scheming as she watched others with hateful eyes.
What Catherine needed now was a PUPPET, a figurehead for the people to look up to whether it was in fear, love or hate. With the Court of Fey controlling said figurehead’s every move, of course.
Briefly, Catherine toyed with the idea of placing Faerie on the throne. She was certainly a figure everyone in Selkia knew and feared and hated from the bottoms of their puny hearts. But that idea was quickly brushed off. Frankly, that girl was too unpredictable at this point to be put into such a powerful position. Besides, the Queen of the Court of Fey was more suited for the battlefield and control over their military. So that idea was a bust.
Then it dawned her, and her dark eyes widened as they glittered with a delighted, wicked glean. It was perfect! How could she have overlooked such an obvious candidate. And to boot, she was already in Catherine’s spacious mansion, humming innocently as she bustled through the large kitchens. It could work. There were rumors that the last King had a firstborn, b*****d child and that Dien—though the child of wedlock—was indeed, NOT the rightful king.
Rumors of course, courtesy of Catherine some years ago after Faerie had relayed everything she’d known. Angrily Catherine may add. Faerie always seemed angry before she turned into the cold, little twit she was now. Oh, would she be in for a surprise when she got back! This plan could bind the girl warrior to Selkia as well, to prevent her from leaving again til Catherine was finished with her plans. It wouldn’t be strange if a woman with the same dark shade of black hair appeared, claiming that she was the firstborn and b*****d child of the old Hearts King. Catherine’s female butler chose to knock and enter silently at this point.
”Milady,” she bowed, her voice grave. ”The Elven move to attack. They have encountered our traps, but a large number has reached the war. The peasants are preparing to retaliate shall they breach the wall, and are shoring the gates at the very minute with rubbish.”
”Hmmm,” Catherine chuckled, her laugh high and chilling. Quiet, though it rang through the large office eerily as she delicately continue to nibble on her treat. ”The news they received of concentration camps frightened them, did they?”
”It would seem so,” the woman in a black suit nodded in stern confirmation.
Catherine laughed outright this time, though not particularly hard, it was obvious she was amused. ”So predictable! So easy to manipulate! This is how you use information, Patrice. Don’t give the mob time to doubt. Spread the word when they are most frightened, and the Elven will reinforce the concept. That way, it will give no one to doubt my word.”
”And strengthen the Court of Fey,” Patrice, the female butler, finished.
”Exactly,” Catherine chortled, finishing up her apple and licking the slight stickiness from her fingers delicately. ”From a criminal group to fear, they will cling desperately to us because we know what we’re doing. Unlike that incompetent Dien. Not to mention, Trivia [Yura] will lead the mages to rebuff Elven forces once they do us a favor and give the rabble a good scare. Speaking of which, has that spy reported to that Essl fellow that Selkia is being attacked?”
”It would seem so,” Patrice confirmed yet again.
” Very good,” Essl. Sure she’s had tabs on him. That one was dangerous. But never would she had thought that he was Izur’s brother. One day, she would perhaps like to meet this strange figure. He seemed interesting if nothing else, according to her information. Sipping a glass of water presented to her (after discreetly testing the drink), she gazed absentmindedly out of the large windows in her office. Back when Faerie had grown bored with killing human, when Evelyn had grown tired of playing with her weak human toys, and Yura had grown equally weary of her experiments on a human psyche and body, Catherine had suggested the group turn outwards for their entertainment. So they had, in the forms of Elven and demons. That certainly kept them busy for a while, and Faerie would even occasionally bring back an Elven soldier or demon to Catherine. Non-human soldiers that Catherine would brainwash into her useful little spies before sending them back out. Although she had lost track of the Four Jacks group for a while, her spies had quickly alerted her when the group had come in contact with Essl, who was becoming more interesting by the minute. Tricky fella.
”You may leave now,” Catherine dismissed Patrice, ”Ah, yes. And if you would bring in Kiravailia Lurazic please.” An unholy, thin smirk reappeared on Catherine’s face as narrowed, amused eyes glinted over the rim of the glass goblet. ”I have some…interesting plans I’d liked to discuss with her.” As Patrice left, Catherine continued to chortle to herself. Delighted with her newest brainchild. ”Interesting, indeed!”
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She would however, treat herself to some slices of those absolutely delectable caramel covered apples sprinkled with chocolate and nuts. Extraordinarily expensive (especially in these times) and god know how much blood money she had to drain from the lower status people, but hey, that one apple was absolutely worth it.
While munching on a slice, she studied the large map of Selkia and the surrounding areas. Large and marked, it took up a great portion of one wall in her large office. As she studied the map, Catherine couldn’t suppress a thin, self-satisfied smirk of glee. The slums, the market district, the mage district, the red district, the merchant district, the banking district, the palace, EVERYTHING. They had all been brought under the control of the Court of Fey. Under her control.
Selkia was under control to do as she saw fit. And boy, did Catherine have plans for Selkia. Nothing good for the city or humankind, mind. Conquering Selkia, having the majority of the remaining the human lives in the palm of her hand, was just another step in her plan to her TRUE goal. Catherine’s eyes softened slightly as her eyes swept over her office. She missed those days when the other three of the Court of Fey would be lounging around in her office. She would be at her large, solid desk working and filling out paper work while drawing out plans and writing letters. Faerie would be practicing her swing with a staff that had weights on the other end at the other side of the spacioius room. Sweating and panting as she glared ahead, cussing violently to herself when a swing didn’t feel right to her. Yura would be sitting on one of the long couches, creating potions or poisons as she mumbled spells to herself as she spread strange-smelling herbs across a marble table. Evelyn would be lounging on another couch, feeding herself grapes or something equally exotic as she created the perfect picture of goddess relaxing across the cushions, all scarves and wispy cloth. At least, if it wasn’t for the glinting silver eyes and disturbing smile on her lips as she planned her next infiltration mission.
Catherine flopped down on a couch, a bit more depressed now as she remembered the days the Court of Fey had been shadowy figures of power in Selkia and how they were always together. Always. Now, Yura had her responsibilities in the mage guilds, now that she had successfully put down all resistance and united all the guilds (official and unofficial) as well as all magic users (down to herbalists with just the barest traces of magic) under her. Faerie was gone, off gallivanting with that stupid Tha’thel, Izur. Had that stupid girl learned nothing from what happened with Evelyn?!
The dark-haired noblewoman’s eyes drifted over to the table resting in front of her, or rather, the stand. Across the long, marble platform was a corpse. A corpse of a beautiful woman with long, pale blonde, wavy hair. Her closed eyes hid her silver irises and the collar hid the rope burns that encircled her neck. Largely due to Yura, the body was untouched by rot, animals, and the graffiti of people. The ragged, white-gray dress they had forced her into for her execution had been replaced by a fine outfit of flowing, silk and satin cloth of light pink, pale gold, white, and silver. After taking the Council under her control (and eliminating the idiots brave enough to oppose her within said council), retrieving the body of Freyja, the Beauty of the Court of Fey, had been the first thing Catherine had done.
Sighing, Catherine drew her focus back to her most recent problema. Once upon a time, Catherine had wanted to be in the spotlight, to make everyone look at her in fear and awe and all those other delightful things. Now, Catherine appreciated that she was the shadow of a shadow. She didn’t need to be in the spotlight for people to look at her that way, she hardly cared. They wouldn’t be around for too long if everything went as planned anyways. Problem was: her husband was now dead, and Faerie was hardly a shadow now. The noblewoman wanted to stay the shadow now. Athena was a planner, a schemer, the one 10 steps in front of everybody else with backup plans A through Y. Being in control of the city at this point, she might as well be queen. But that wasn’t what Catherine wanted. Such a position would restrict her. Yet, a lot of powers came with being a ruler.
Yes, she had accomplished much, if she did say so herself. Actually, it wasn’t as much as one might think. Catherine had been waiting and planning and scheming for a long, long, LONG time now. Even back when she was a nameless wife, a subject to abuse and servitude, outcast and the shadow of a shadow of the Hearts capital’s Court, Catherine had been scheming as she watched others with hateful eyes.
What Catherine needed now was a PUPPET, a figurehead for the people to look up to whether it was in fear, love or hate. With the Court of Fey controlling said figurehead’s every move, of course.
Briefly, Catherine toyed with the idea of placing Faerie on the throne. She was certainly a figure everyone in Selkia knew and feared and hated from the bottoms of their puny hearts. But that idea was quickly brushed off. Frankly, that girl was too unpredictable at this point to be put into such a powerful position. Besides, the Queen of the Court of Fey was more suited for the battlefield and control over their military. So that idea was a bust.
Then it dawned her, and her dark eyes widened as they glittered with a delighted, wicked glean. It was perfect! How could she have overlooked such an obvious candidate. And to boot, she was already in Catherine’s spacious mansion, humming innocently as she bustled through the large kitchens. It could work. There were rumors that the last King had a firstborn, b*****d child and that Dien—though the child of wedlock—was indeed, NOT the rightful king.
Rumors of course, courtesy of Catherine some years ago after Faerie had relayed everything she’d known. Angrily Catherine may add. Faerie always seemed angry before she turned into the cold, little twit she was now. Oh, would she be in for a surprise when she got back! This plan could bind the girl warrior to Selkia as well, to prevent her from leaving again til Catherine was finished with her plans. It wouldn’t be strange if a woman with the same dark shade of black hair appeared, claiming that she was the firstborn and b*****d child of the old Hearts King. Catherine’s female butler chose to knock and enter silently at this point.
”Milady,” she bowed, her voice grave. ”The Elven move to attack. They have encountered our traps, but a large number has reached the war. The peasants are preparing to retaliate shall they breach the wall, and are shoring the gates at the very minute with rubbish.”
”Hmmm,” Catherine chuckled, her laugh high and chilling. Quiet, though it rang through the large office eerily as she delicately continue to nibble on her treat. ”The news they received of concentration camps frightened them, did they?”
”It would seem so,” the woman in a black suit nodded in stern confirmation.
Catherine laughed outright this time, though not particularly hard, it was obvious she was amused. ”So predictable! So easy to manipulate! This is how you use information, Patrice. Don’t give the mob time to doubt. Spread the word when they are most frightened, and the Elven will reinforce the concept. That way, it will give no one to doubt my word.”
”And strengthen the Court of Fey,” Patrice, the female butler, finished.
”Exactly,” Catherine chortled, finishing up her apple and licking the slight stickiness from her fingers delicately. ”From a criminal group to fear, they will cling desperately to us because we know what we’re doing. Unlike that incompetent Dien. Not to mention, Trivia [Yura] will lead the mages to rebuff Elven forces once they do us a favor and give the rabble a good scare. Speaking of which, has that spy reported to that Essl fellow that Selkia is being attacked?”
”It would seem so,” Patrice confirmed yet again.
” Very good,” Essl. Sure she’s had tabs on him. That one was dangerous. But never would she had thought that he was Izur’s brother. One day, she would perhaps like to meet this strange figure. He seemed interesting if nothing else, according to her information. Sipping a glass of water presented to her (after discreetly testing the drink), she gazed absentmindedly out of the large windows in her office. Back when Faerie had grown bored with killing human, when Evelyn had grown tired of playing with her weak human toys, and Yura had grown equally weary of her experiments on a human psyche and body, Catherine had suggested the group turn outwards for their entertainment. So they had, in the forms of Elven and demons. That certainly kept them busy for a while, and Faerie would even occasionally bring back an Elven soldier or demon to Catherine. Non-human soldiers that Catherine would brainwash into her useful little spies before sending them back out. Although she had lost track of the Four Jacks group for a while, her spies had quickly alerted her when the group had come in contact with Essl, who was becoming more interesting by the minute. Tricky fella.
”You may leave now,” Catherine dismissed Patrice, ”Ah, yes. And if you would bring in Kiravailia Lurazic please.” An unholy, thin smirk reappeared on Catherine’s face as narrowed, amused eyes glinted over the rim of the glass goblet. ”I have some…interesting plans I’d liked to discuss with her.” As Patrice left, Catherine continued to chortle to herself. Delighted with her newest brainchild. ”Interesting, indeed!”
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Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight .
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight .
Ooc: Catherine is EVIL!
I actually was just going to go with a filler post, something to update how the Elves were attacking, but I was just writing and writing and Catherine got away with me. AGAIN. >.<
Dien better hurry up and come back.
Post Faerie after I come back from class.
I actually was just going to go with a filler post, something to update how the Elves were attacking, but I was just writing and writing and Catherine got away with me. AGAIN. >.<
Dien better hurry up and come back.
Post Faerie after I come back from class.
