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In the midst of her whooping and cheering, Trin hadn't even bothered to notice someone enter the hallway. And she especially didn't realize that it was the man she had been looking to meet for the past few years of her life. The moment she heard that someone had been looking to kill the witch, the

Trin snorted. "Stoneheart?" She stood, brushing herself off indignantly and reeking of cow-hide. "Like balls Stoneheart sent me. I ain't gonna be anywhere near an ice witch like that." Like that, of course, could have had a series of meanings, ranging from what little clothing she wore - a single black shawl no doubt stolen off a witch in the forest on the way up here, and heavy mountain boots, far too large for her.

She spoke with a distinctly uncivilized accent and stood with a slouch. Her unruly, matted blonde hair, made even worse from the flying, did nothing along the lines of cascading down her back, but hung ungracefully to her waist, where it tapered off into a few even longer strands that desperately wanted cutting. "I'm yer new sidekick, duh. Got sent here by th' king himself, on account of my talent." 

"This here's Winkersheim, but he isn't doing too well." Trin kicked the carcass of Winkersheim with the heel of her boot, and it let out a few sparks in response before collapsing even further with a disgusting, very clearly metal sound that would make anyone grind their teeth to hear it. Anyone but Trin, anyway. She grinned and held out her dominant hand - the metal one, stating clearly and amicably, "Name's Trin. 'S a pleasure."

Crash Landing: Trin & Seth

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Ice Queen: Baldric and Stoneheart

Valentina wore no armor but a sleek evening gown, the same shade as her hair, cut short simply because it was easier to manage, and her patience had been wearing thin as of late. The gown itself fell to the floor in a single loose cascade while the fabric wrapped tightly around her neck and sleeves. In fact, the only skin she showed at all were hands, face, and a diamond shape baring her neck, collar bones and the space between her small breasts, like a target, daring a brave knight to run her through with his sword. He could try, of course, but he wouldn’t get close. Her ice was much faster, always was.

She paced through the palace, a great thing with countless spires and towers and bridges and secrets, all made entirely of ice. Blood stained Stoneheart’s perfectly pale skin and she muttered under her breath about damned paper cuts and why such a thing must draw so much blood. She was in the middle of planning a bank robbery, was there really a need for such an interruption? Rarely did her grey eyes show such emotion, but irritation was something impossible to quell when it came to things like this.

Of course, when one lived in such a castle as Castle Stoneheart, one had to be able to deal with many irregularities and annoyances. Made entirely out of ice, there was very little she could do to keep it from the cold. In some rooms, some light struggled through the thick walls - as much as twenty feet wide in some places - and illuminated the room in a cruel, pale light and sparkled on the frost-covered floors, either snow or ice or, on occasion, stone. It was never warm in those rooms, and even the Lady herself had to wear a heavy overcoat if she planned to spend much time in them at all.

Of course, there were more rooms than one could count. Many were sealed off for a hundred different reasons, with locked wooden or iron doors encased in ice and completely unreachable if Stoneheart's magic held up. Some of them were full of forbidden tomes or stolen treasures, others held alchemy laboratories or dangerous creatures. But there was one room, kept more hidden and secret than any other. This held everything relating to a past life, a dead name, and a man she knew as a boy. Seth held a place in her mind even now, but he was a nemesis. There were rules against caring for him, no matter what she felt. And so Stoneheart kept this and anything that might suggest she had a heart hidden and encased in ice that only a particularly clumsy or nosy person claiming to be a sidekick might find.

But enough with the blatant foreshadowing, there were much more pressing matters at hand. Lady Stoneheart was angry, and it could only spell trouble for the town her castle overlooked. She made no secret of it, conjuring up a snow storm to warn the people below that she was coming. Of course, on days like this, she would only walk through the town, scaring anyone who got in her way, and then disappeared once she reached the edge, but it eased her nerves nonetheless. The only thing stopping her was a hair out of place, and Soneheart stopped at a mirror just besides the front door to fix it.

#ice queen #baldric #stoneheart #baldric and stoneheart #volchitsa

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Crash Landing: Trin & Seth

Trin was exactly one foot shorter than the woman who killed her family. Or at least, the woman she blamed for her family's death. There was no proof that Lady Stonehear burnt the innocent hut down, but then again, there was no proof she hadn't either. Trin clung to the guilty until proven innocent rule when it came to people like Stoneheart, and had since travelled the country looking to find the headquarters of her arch nemesis, the hero with a very unheroic name.

What kind of a name was Seth anyway?

For the past eight years, she had been searching for the headquarters. She travelled the country by carriage, horseback, mechanic animal and occasionally stowed away in a trading caravan where nobody can see her. It was not exactly the most comfortable of rides, but it beat hiding within yak fur and then smelling like it for the next three weeks.

Of course, it would help if she ever bathed, but that was beside the point.

Recently, she had acquired enough materials to power a working, flying metal bear, which, as everyone knows, is much cooler than any type of bird. She controlled it the same way she controlled her metal arm, though she didn't realize it was magic. Metal just happened to do what she willed it to do, and Trin left it at that.

It was far from perfect, though - both her magic and her flying metal bear. Sparks would fly, thinks would creak or snap entirely. She managed, however, to get the bear over the roof of the building-castle-giant headquarters thing before it fell apart completely with smoke and noise and a few pops and whizzes and parts falling far into the forest below, most likely never to be found again. Here's hoping he weren't in the middle of any heroic shit, Trin thought as calmly as though she was thinking of how best to rearrange her knitting needle collection, cos this is going to wreck a hundred things.

As the momentum ran out, the metal body came rocketing out of the sky, Trin clinging with her metal arm and whooping with excitement. She made a crater as she landed, laving a mechanical bear-shaped hole in the roof.

As the dust cleared, she looked around, thrilled to finally be near Seth's headquarters, much less inside it. Her grin spread further, if at all possible, and another excited laugh escaped her throat. "I did it!" she whooped again, not giving mind to anything in the room, furniture or contraption or person, too engrossed in her own excitement to do anything more.

#crash landing #trin #seth #trin and seth

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The Great Gatsby + characters. | Jordan Baker (7/7)

"Well, I don’t care. He gives large parties, and I like large parties - they’re so intimate. Small parties, there isn’t any privacy."

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