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the brucolac. ([personal profile] vrykolakas) wrote2015-02-06 09:01 pm
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TIMESKIP.


THE BRUCOLAC

COURT Unseelie.
TITLE Baron of Srathmarbh, Black Omen.
OCCUPATION Baron, drugs manufacturer, political thinker gods help him, Umibōzu captain.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Yes; puca.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Srathmarbh.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Srathmarbh.

MAJOR EVENTS

PUBLICATION OF THE REDDENED HILL
Being a Personal Account of the Battle of An Carn Ban... [ ]

ADOPTION DISCUSSION
"There is no one I would want to do it more." [ ]

COMPLETION OF THE SRATHMARBH SPIRE
Description [ ]

PUBLICATION OF THE GOVERNOR
A brief meditation on what and what not to do while holding public office. [ ]

BIRTH OF SHAMASH
Description [ ]

BIRTH OF ISHTAR
Description [ ]

RESCUE OF CHILDREN
Description [ ]


PLANS
By the time the timeskip ends, the Brucolac will be in a more stable position, his spire complete and the surrounding lands a buzzing centre of construction and commerce. He will have two children in the care of Alyosha Hazan.

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
Beebins; daring rescue of beebins; becoming reluctantly published; stuff stuff stuff; seeing a scifi film and being the biggest nerd; building a wee town & preparing for ports & shipyards; maybe hunting cloudwhales; tsk'ing unhappily at the cult of the fox

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)
  • MARCH - Publication of the Brucolac's The Reddened Hill: The Unseelie Triumph of An Càrn Bàn. Anonymous, though rumour suggests it was one of the Barons.
  • MARCH - A long talk with Alyosha about adoption.
  • APRIL 5TH - The Srathmarbh Spire is completed and the name 'Srathmarbh' finally begins to catch on. Construction workers are encouraged to stay and continue building on the town proper. Whispers abound of future, grander plans (the Brucolac himself ensures these whispers circulate). Various grants and start-up loans are offered to would-be business-owners.
  • APRIL - Hunting cloudwhales for their precious floaty bones.
  • MAY - Publication of The Governor. Anonymous/under penname.
  • MAY - A run-down rural farmhouse west of Mair is chosen for the location at which to base the Brucolac & Dasha's growing drugs business.
  • MAY - Aileas an Seabhac requests that the Brucolac act as her diplomat to help smoothe over tensions between the vampires and the elves.
  • MAY - Those fucking swans. The Brucolac will scoop up a few and be seen to pour what wealth is gained from them straight back into Srathmarbh.
SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)
  • JUNE - Two vampire entrepreneurs take advantage of the Brucolac's offered start-up loans and begin to create a printing press in Srathmarbh.
  • JUNE - The Brucolac participates in the Treun summer tourney, in the Melee category! Yseult comes to watch; the rumours which have long abounded about the Brucolac's kept woman in Mair become noisier. The event ends terribly for them when, during the daytime, Yseult is attacked by copycats of the fox cult for her association with shardbearers.
  • JULY - Perhaps it's the rich heat of the summer sun which the slakemoths respond to? Or the blood in the air. They wrap themselves up in cocoons and emerge terrible, but are manageable. Don't ask how.
  • JULY - An attempt is made to feed one Mr Bones to the slakemoths.
  • AUGUST - The Festival of Shadow.
FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)
  • EARLY SEPTEMBER - The Brucolac is affected by the scrambling of the translation enchantment; he speaks some stilted Drabbish, and a whole heap of languages from his world, which are all totally useless to him. Expect terrible handwriting and a lot of gestures. Also expect one great big universally-understandable I TOLD YOU SO.
  • SEPTEMBER - The Srathmarbh press is complete and ready for business! Grants for teachers and educators, or literate people wishing to become teachers and educators, are refined and more widely publicised.
  • SEPTEMBER 29TH - Birth of Shamash, son of Verla.
  • OCTOBER 3RD - Birth of Ishtar, daughter of Yseult.
  • OCTOBER 5TH? - By the grace of the Unseelie monarchs, the children are returned, delivered safely to the arms of Alyosha Hazan.
  • OCTOBER 25TH - 30TH - Samhain! An excuse to be naked with loved ones.
  • NOVEMBER - Some of the escaped criminals are former employees of Mr Bones, out for vengeance or perhaps out for gainful employment now that Mr Bones is no longer quite the force he was. The Brucolac puts out feelers to ascertain various situations and deal with them appropriately.
WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)
  • DECEMBER - The Brucolac stays far away from the White Hart. No thanks. Srathmarbh will hold a fervent Yule celebration, which promises to become a tradition.
  • JANUARY - Fuck, what do you mean the slakemoths bred? Oh fuck.
  • FEBRUARY - Yseult causes controversy at the Ostara Festival by anonymously submitting a work named Blindeye, a great abstract mural of wild colours meant to be touched and stroked and stared at with unease. It is torched by a traditionalist. The Brucolac tries to use this to distract from possible re-emergence of elf/vampir tensions caused by the assassinations of elven artists.
SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)
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fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-16 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She caught his eyes, shoulders shaking, held them for a long while. Before she was forced to move her hands, snuffling uselessly, to knuckle away pinkened tears. Her fingertips wicked them away in clear frustration at herself.

"Of course I want them. With... Just, dizzyingly, I want it. I'd always... in the back of my mind, the way we all have fool's hopes and dreams, imagined a future, a one day when I might again, and time just... had just crept on and on and on. It was... fuck was..." She snuffled again, more delicately brushed tears from her thick lashes. "Was nights after I'd first risen like this, stumbling from one realisation to the next. Didn't hit me 'til those nights after, like someone had reached into me and pulled out my heart, I'd never have a family again. Not the same way. It was..."

Hard, she wanted to say, though her tear-tightened throat couldn't croak the word. And hard wasn't what she meant. Who could measure the worth of dreams forever lost?

"I want this," she whispered instead, hoarsely. "I want this. I'd determined weeks ago if not the children you'd sired, then some others needful of mothers."
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-17 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
She breathed a startled puff of laughter, self-aware and goodnaturedly embarrassed. "I— that silver tongue of yours, I swear— how the hell was I to know you'd made such kind judgement of me? And it... it seemed very pragmatic at the time, to prepare to make my case..."

Her smile was still tremulous, but at least she'd stopped crying, dark eyes red-rimmed and very honest. She made some helpless gesture, I couldn't very well do nothing, you realise, and leaned to fold herself against him, face tucked toward his shoulder, and hugged him hard.
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-17 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
They were very still together. She grew steadier, saying nothing, and after the long moments ticked by gave the Brucolac a last, smaller squeeze before leaning away. Mouth crooked into an expression not quite fully a smile, she reached to delicately divest him of her glasses, murmuring a quiet,

"Thank you."
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-17 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
She watched him rubbing his shoulder; a corner of her mouth hooked down in knowing sympathy. But at his thanks, her eyes dropped down to her hands. She made a small motion with the one which held her glasses.

"The world... all worlds... are nearing their ends. If the Unseelie don't claw out a victory before the Seelie win by default, if I can't find a more sensible solution to the dilemma of the gem... all the stars will wink out, and us with them. A rare sort of gift, I suppose, to know that... and sound reason to give myself license to just... do what makes me happy. And what might spread a little more happiness into the world beyond me."

She touched the backs of her knuckles lightly to his arm, drawing him on to walk with her again. "I'd want you to name him. Or them. A father-name, at the least, in the northern tradition." She watched him with care from the corners of her eyes. "Would you want to be known, as their father?"
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-17 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Her brows lifted faintly; and she nodded, looking forward again, hands turning her closed glasses over, slow and thoughtful.

"I lean towards honesty as a general policy, where kin are concerned, and where it can be afforded. I would prefer that they know." She met his gaze from the corners of her eyes, mouth crimping.

"But them knowing you for father doesn't by nature mean the rest of the world must know. For my part, I won't be able to hide them; but I can delay the inevitable. Ideally, I'd manage the mercenaries from the background, assign their leadership to trustworthy seconds. I have candidates already selected. Undertake a great deal of my other business in short or by proxy..."

She tapped the rim of her glasses lightly upon the curve of the metal forefinger of the opposite hand, looking at him again, brows lifted.

"Dorchadas is a predominantly... martial culture. The vast majority of its men employed forever in Caer Scima's armies, the soil useless for much. While in the south, families are... more clearly defined, tight structures, in the North..." she shrugged. "Sometimes the only bonds you have with them is the surname. The father-name. A man chooses the name by which his offspring shall all be known when he sires his first child; bastards and legitimate children alike, as legitimacy has nothing to do with heredity, and the count of one's offspring are... considered a sign of virility, good fortune, etcetera. For those with any sort of notable ancestry, elements of their own father-name are heavily weighed upon," she lifted her shoulders faintly, "So that if you're familiar with the various wildling clans or have served with the armies for any amount of time, you can typically infer one's family tree just by hearing their name. At the most basic," she tilted her head, watched him again, "A father-name resembles some notable aspect of a father, something you'd done, as a stamp someone might recognise."
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-17 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She followed the direction of his attention, fork of her tongue shivering over her lips in time to a thoughtful hiss. Her smile broadened fractionally, a little sadly. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that you can't hide children from the world. Or vice versa.

And then split into a grin while she shook her head. "A pyrii! You know, I've always—" been curious. She waved a hand, laughing, eyes shining, "Why am I not surprised? Were you shown a good time, at least? If she's born a nymph like her mother, she'll have the best care in the world. If not, we'll find out at the eleventh hour, and I'll adore her all the more for the uncertainty."
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-17 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Alyosha's tongue flicked again, her amusement coming all unbridled, and she lightly pinched his upper arm between thumb and the bend of her forefinger. Entirely teasing. "I wasn't going to wonder aloud how you survived it! I can imagine it was beautiful. I see in your eyes that it was. I've never been..."

Happiness made her radiant, and her smile creased the scarred side of her face. She looked out to the slow roll of the surf. Sea birds bobbed here and there beyond the break, waiting for shoals of prey to swim beneath. "It's good for the soul, I think. To be reminded how small we are, and how vast and strange and beautiful the world can be. Even when it's also terrible, and terrifying, and utterly beyond us. And I'm glad that you've found parts of it that move you."
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-17 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I heard!" she crowed, voice quiet and throaty, enriched with her own delight. "Didn't envy you fuckers a damn bit; imagined how fast I'd have sunk from solid ground and toasted your mad skills for survival from a safer vantage." Her mouth crimped with a smile she couldn't suppress entirely, eyes darkly and delightedly flashing beneath half-lowered lashes at his 'there's something wrong with me'.

She cleared her throat rather than comment, and toed the ground like a schoolboy at his offer. "Shit, do you think that's wise?" Her fingers fidgeted with her glasses. She lightly kicked a spray of pebbles away with the heel of her boot. "If I were living I'd be sheeting sweat just thinking of it. What if I said the wrong thing, cocked it up, and she didn't approve of me?"
Edited 2015-02-17 20:50 (UTC)
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-18 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Authoritarian bitch. Ah," She sighed, without rancor, head tipping back to raise her eyes to the slate sky. Smiled a little. "Well. I'm grateful she's been willing to listen." And she sounded it, heavily.

His nudge made her smile, and she leaned towards it; lightly now, having seen how he rubbed at it, and looked up at him. "It's an offer I'll take; and if my hand shakes a little, I'll try to be in charming form otherwise. I... want to meet her, despite all my nerves. It's somehow easier to be brave when it's my life on the line and not my heart."
fairyfoes: (alyosha)

[personal profile] fairyfoes 2015-02-18 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"And are you the pot, or the kettle?" She teased from inside the embrace, leaning, forked tongue flicking in clear amusement. But when he dropped his arm, her attention flit away, almost regretfully.

She put a short stride of distance between them, watching the sea, returned the glasses atop her head.

"If she agrees, you need only give me a date, time, and place. And... and of course, if there's anything she should need... or that you should need to see to her care, her happiness," she spared a look to him again, her meaning clear.