EnsTren: (why am I seeing an Obie/Puck confrontation with Demona in attendance)
EnsTren: (and Puck pushing all of Obie's buttons and being hyper confrontational)
Edmondia: (*facepalm*)
EnsTren: ("No you can't see your grandson.")
Edmondia: (aaaaaaaaand Demona go *facepalm*)
EnsTren: (he doesn't trust him)
EnsTren: (And has confronted him on his attempt to kill him)
Edmondia: (ah)
EnsTren: (and this is the first anyone but demona has heard of it)
Edmondia: (yep)
EnsTren: (later brook broadway and lex are goign to talk quietly about it, with angela and maybe input from goli and hudson "Do you really think Puck would have died?")
EnsTren: (etc etc)
EnsTren: (Oberon looks like his mommy just smacked him across the face)
Edmondia: (eep)
EnsTren: (surprised and hurt)
Edmondia: (...which she probably did *thinks*)
EnsTren: (and puck presses his attack?)
EnsTren: (*distracted* ooh, mab thoguhts, shiney. gimmie)
Edmondia: (:P)
Edmondia: (well, Oberon, startling as it sounds, would have been a very sensitive kidlet)
EnsTren: (*pats him on the head*)
Edmondia: (and once she started going off the deep end, he probably would have tried to talk to her about it)
EnsTren: (awww)
Edmondia: (aaaaaaaand he probably got walloped for his trouble)
Edmondia: (and we're not talking a spanking)
EnsTren: (*hugs him*)
Edmondia: (plus there's probably years of emotional abuse backed up there)
EnsTren: (yes dear)
Edmondia: (that was all ^_^)
EnsTren: (Me thinks obie has hit puck a few times, not pulverized him, but smacked him)
EnsTren: (I think puck's trying to provke oberon into doing it to prove a point to demona)
Edmondia: (Ah)
EnsTren: (well think about it. Would demona be so encouraging for puck to trust obie and let him have some influance in the kidlet's life if obie hauled off and backhanded him?)
Edmondia: (quite)
EnsTren: (and hopefully it will have a nice side effect of getting tania pissed at obie)
Edmondia: (quite)
EnsTren: (scemeing little sprog)
Edmondia: (very)
EnsTren: (would he be able to get obie to hit him?)
Edmondia: (doubt it)
EnsTren: (oh?)
Edmondia: (Obie's in a bit of OMGZ I SUCK mode)
EnsTren: (ohho?)
Edmondia: (yep. he's angsted about this before, remember?)
EnsTren: (no actually)
Edmondia: (well, he has. it's... on my other computer -_-;; )
EnsTren: (shit)
EnsTren: (ah well, give me breif reminder?)
Edmondia: (various amounts of 'I am a terrible person who hurt my baby oh no')
Edmondia: (plus 'my baby won't let me see his baby I suck')
EnsTren: (wasn't that in puck in avalon AUs?)
Edmondia: (and in this one, early on when he first had Keiran and needed the extra power boosts and cake that Oberon provided)
Edmondia: (he wandered around demanding his daddy for a bit, and his daddy complied)
EnsTren: (oh?)
Edmondia: (yep, when Keiran was draining him like whoa - that went on for a few weeks, maybe a month where there was grandparent involvement)
EnsTren: (ah)
Edmondia: (all of which Puck seems to have forgotten about, probably because he was half-dead at the time from exhaustion)
EnsTren: (correct)
Edmondia: (so yeah, highly unlikely that he'd get smacked)
EnsTren: (no matter how many buttons he presses?)
Edmondia: (yep - disturbingly, I think he might just stand there and take it without trying to defend himself)
EnsTren: (Oberon not arguing back?)
Edmondia: (yep)
EnsTren: (wow, the mind boggles)
Edmondia: (well, he does realize that Puck needs to vent like whoa)
EnsTren: (Puck's making sure it's all being recorded for posterity. Good blackmail material)
Edmondia: (ayup)
Edmondia: (not that Oberon's denying any of it, at least not initially)
EnsTren: (oh?)
Edmondia: (letting him vent and get all of his accusations off of his chest)
EnsTren: (...That's going to take a while)
Edmondia: (yep)
EnsTren: (and when he's done and breathing in lungfuls of air)
Edmondia: ("I'm sorry.")
EnsTren: (Doubel take.)
Edmondia: ("I'm sorry.")
EnsTren: (Blinking dumbly.)
EnsTren: ("Wht the hell are you playing at?")
Edmondia: ("Absolutely nothing.")
EnsTren: He suspected it had somethign to do with Avalon, as if it had to do with this realm it'd be obvious to him. "I doubt that, Trickster King."
Edmondia: Oberon raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
EnsTren: "You have to have some brains and capacity for ploting without me considering Titania married you."
Edmondia: "I was plotting to overthrow my mother the first time she did, yes. But what purpose would an apology serve other than simply as an apology?"
EnsTren: "Manipulation. I'm not letting you take my son for a friendly visit to the island."
Edmondia: "Of course not. It's much too dangerous for him to go there."
EnsTren: Oberon was preparing to take him at some future time then.
Edmondia: "Besides, he's much better off being raised off the island."
EnsTren: Watching him for sudden movements, "Like I was much better off being raised as a servant?"
Edmondia: He shrugged. "It seemed the wisest decision at the time. You needed to be kept as safe as possible."
EnsTren: "For the sake of the Three, of course."
Edmondia: "Hardly. They are irrelevant as far as the line of succession matters."
EnsTren: "Made a decree that only Mablings could hold the throne then?"
Edmondia: "No, but you know perfectly well that they would be incapable rulers."
EnsTren: "And now with my son you get to skip right over little ole me"
Edmondia: "Hardly. I don't want either of you to take the throne."
EnsTren: "Yes, you worked so hard for it"
Edmondia: He inclined his head. "That does have some truth to it, yes."
Edmondia: "However, I also do not wish to pass along the burden of ruling."
EnsTren: "Uh huh..."
Edmondia: "Partly because I think your solution to many disputes would be simply to kill all the persons involved, and partly because you are dangerous enough without having absolute power on Avalon."
EnsTren: "Hardly, I'm more for public humiliation"
Edmondia: "So was Mab, at first."
EnsTren: Narrowed eyes
Edmondia: He looked at him calmly. "I have Titania to help me. She is the only reason why I have not become my mother."
EnsTren: "You were too blunt for public humiliation"
Edmondia: A raised brow.
EnsTren: "You needed all the help I could give you to pull off the donkey bit on Titania."
Edmondia: He smirked. "So I did."
EnsTren: Watch him. His child still had such beautiful eyes--but so supicious, when was the last time he had seen trust in them?
Edmondia: "I am sorry," he repeated.
EnsTren: "You're freaking me out saying that."
Edmondia: "Is it such a foreign idea?"
EnsTren: "Hell yes."
Edmondia: "Doesn't make it any less true."
EnsTren: "I don't trust the shit that comes out of your mouth anymore"
Edmondia: He shrugged.
EnsTren: Standoffish and floating with crossed arms just out of range.
Edmondia: "You've grown up."
EnsTren: "And out of your favour."
EnsTren: "I figure the three have a few more centuries before you two tire of them too."
Edmondia: "The Three were always tiresome."
EnsTren: "When I get my dates stright in my head I'll compare their time to mine."
Edmondia: He snorted. "I always did like you best."
EnsTren: "We'll see, I'm fairly sure they outlasted me already though."
EnsTren: "And you got a funny way of showing it. Real amusing, you know. Not quite up to my level, though I'm sure Tania gets a real belly laugh out of it"
Edmondia: He shrugged. "I'll admit to being an idiot."
EnsTren: "Have I mysteriously grown boobs?" Check his chest over, "Nope, skins's not green either, and my hair's still the same as yours."
Edmondia: "Your point?"
EnsTren: Float back a little bit more, "The only time you admit you're wrong is to get nookie off your wife."
Edmondia: "So this is a new experience."
EnsTren: "You were rather hidebound"
Edmondia: He shrugged.
EnsTren: "I trust Anisasi more than I trust you"
Edmondia: "I can accept that."
EnsTren: Which just prooved he knew nothing about him. Asshole.
Edmondia: A slow blink. "What would you have me say?"
EnsTren: "Don't know, that's your perview to have people do what you want."
Edmondia: "You were the one to call me here," he pointed out mildly.
EnsTren: Point up At where Demona was perched, "She talked me into it."
Edmondia: He glanced at her. "...quite lovely."
EnsTren: "I figure she stands a chance at understanding enough to keep me from going batshit like Aliel"
Edmondia: He nodded. "For what it's worth, I hadn't expected that to happen to him."
EnsTren: "Uh huh..." Crossed arms.
Edmondia: "Uh huh," he echoed, "I would've simply killed him instead."
EnsTren: "So he either gets his immortality and power or a quick relitively painless death while I get to be slowly drained and ground down into death? I bet you would have gotten a real kick out of it when Owen was an old man in a wheelchair on a bedpan, huh?"
Edmondia: "You of all people should know that I don't think things through when I'm on a rampage," he said mildly.
EnsTren: "Except you usually have enough sence to leave a conditional in so you can fix things when you think it over. However forever is pretty damn ironclad, hmn?"
EnsTren: "I suppose dying of old age would have been a mixed blessing, hopefully I would have gotten alhizmers and forgotten what it was like to wish for the sky."
EnsTren: "Maybe I would have gotten to forget about you."
Edmondia: "I hadn't thought of that."
EnsTren: "Must be fun, they do say ignorance is bliss after all."
Edmondia: He shrugged. "I do have the ability to repeal my own decrees."
EnsTren: "I'm trying to recall the last time you did that."
Edmondia: "I often make exceptions for you."
EnsTren: "Yes, usually a member of the royal house doesn't go to the servant caste so to speak"
Edmondia: "Does that truly bother you? You never seemed to care much for being a prince."
EnsTren: "You stopped yelling at me when I went exploring. Of course the problem really is that you forgot about me along with your subjects."
Edmondia: "We are all well aware of my failings as a father," he acknowledged.
EnsTren: "Oh you're not so bad, I expected you to haul off and swat me through a wall by now. You've impressed me with your restraint."
Edmondia: "Why would I? This entire situation is my fault."
EnsTren: "That hasn't stopped you before."
Edmondia: "Perhaps I have grown up a little."
EnsTren: "I really wouldn't know, after all we don't spend much time together. Right right, we can't not that I'd even want to. Oh and then there's that totally immature death sentance incident. I don't think you would have done that a thousand years ago"
Edmondia: "A thousand years ago, you wouldn't have abandoned me for a mortal."
EnsTren: "A thousand years ago there wasn't a mortal like David."
EnsTren: "Unless you count his breif trip with the Pheonix gate."
Edmondia: "True enough."
EnsTren: Smile, smile far far too pleasently.
EnsTren: "Besides, I hardly abandoned you, a few more years, what's that to one of us? Oh, right, the life time of a dear mortal friend, and! We musten't forget the ever important and you know, anyways, and the rest of promise I made to him."
Edmondia: "To say nothing of the vow you made to me?" he inquired mildly.
EnsTren: "I had infinite time to fufill the one I gave to you, but finite to give to him since he didn't seem to be anycloser to immortality."
Edmondia: "And you couldn't stop by the island to explain yourself?"
EnsTren: Snap his fingers and the stone remembered what had been whispered and said and yell at it over the years. Garbled voices and then finally clear as day. "I am unintrested in your explination. Stand aside or suffer the consequences."
EnsTren: (I have that in a sound clip!)
Edmondia: (XD)
Edmondia: "You did interrupt me when I was trying to get something for Titania. Had you simply come to Avalon when the Gathering began, I would have indulged you. I once had a tendency to do that."
EnsTren: "I also recall it being easier and more workable for me to beg forgiveness than ask permission"
Edmondia: "You generally asked to be spoiled."
EnsTren: "And I generally had to bribe you"
Edmondia: "I've never been accused of being nice."
EnsTren: "I would have come, but Goliath sent the Phoenix gate warping through time."
Edmondia: "So you could conceivably blame all this on him."
EnsTren: "You should have seen what he did with Odin's eye."
Edmondia: "I heard. He's something of an idiot."
EnsTren: "Quite."
Edmondia: "And he whines."
EnsTren: "Bleach his hair white and he could pass for your sibling"
Edmondia: A snort. "That would make him your uncle."
EnsTren: "Techinically I could be considered my own uncle."
Edmondia: "True enough."
EnsTren: "That makes my son a product of how many generations of asexual incest now?"
Edmondia: "One and three, I believe."
EnsTren: "Lovely."
Edmondia: "Mother is a special woman."
EnsTren: "I hear her sometimes."
EnsTren: "...She likes me better."
Edmondia: "...let me see your arms."
EnsTren: Dart backwards, holding his arms protectivly.
EnsTren: Nervous, nervous paranoid little thing.
EnsTren: (...I wonder if being banished is starting to drive him insane)
Edmondia: (think Demona would help fix that)
EnsTren: (yes, somewhat)
EnsTren: Twitchy and watching him.
Edmondia: "Have you been able to strengthen the bracers?"
EnsTren: (a bird has just started chirping)
EnsTren: "I can't, He's still feeding off of me."
Edmondia: (good morning, birdie)
EnsTren: (hee)
Edmondia: "Will you allow me to look at them, at least?"
EnsTren: Glance up at his romp-friend, many short and long range iron impliments of destruction. Safety. He floated over so Oberon would follow and turn and his back more easily in her cross hairs. "Why?"
Edmondia: "If you've been hearing her, and he is still linked to you, that bond could bleed over."
EnsTren: Mouth thining to a white line and pale face holding out both his arms and turning his head away.
Edmondia: "...thank you."
EnsTren: Not even a snort in reply. This would be the first time in ages that they've been off, the first that Demona would have seen of his anchient wounds and he never told her of them
Edmondia: They slid away very gently.
EnsTren: He hissed through his teeth, to cover any sound demona might make and simply because it was uncomfortable.
Edmondia: Oberon simply sat down where he had been standing and promptly immersed himself in checking them.
EnsTren: Flesh turned to wax and magots, pulled, twisted, and pushed back together then rounded into shape and slowed in time. Living lines that would never smooth out. Hn looks like they migrated a little bit.
EnsTren: The air was like knives.
Edmondia: "How long have you been hearing her?" Oberon's voice was slightly distracted, and the scent of his magic was thick and heavy in the air.
EnsTren: "Don't know, since around I started making my son. She told me how to finish him."
Edmondia: Frown, and the scent and sensation got stronger, more dense. "Has he heard her at all?"
EnsTren: "I don't know."
EnsTren: "He considers Demona to be his mother though, so that's a good sign as it can be"
Edmondia: "Good." A thick flare of heat-scent and ozone as he made an adjustment. "You may want to try making a slighter version of these for him just in case."
EnsTren: "'m not going to bind him up looking like some slave."
Edmondia: "Jewelry, then. Something small that he can wear at all times." Another flare.
EnsTren: Hissing through his clenched teeth and his eyes crossed.
Edmondia: "It wouldn't have to be nearly this strong, of course..." his voice trailed off as his concentration deepened.
EnsTren: Robin Goodfellow concentrated on not screaming his head off. Mab's scared isle he hated when he was awake for this.
Edmondia: Another flare, larger and more focused than before.
EnsTren: He didn't sway, couldn't disrupt his concentration--or pass out. Do that afterwards. It seared the still open wounds and changed them, shifting them over with a crow bar and stiched them shut with a rusty nail.
EnsTren: Oberon could do this for him now, and with more power than Titania--but never with the same delicate touch, and even her's hurt like fuck it all.
Edmondia: "Arm. Give me your arm, little one."
EnsTren: Floating foward and down, wordlessly complying, get this over quick. The sooner he was done the sooner he could go to unconsiousness.
EnsTren: Bracers so long on his arms, their spells entwining with his flesh, they were litterally part of him now.
Edmondia: Soft, swift hands whisked over his skin, not touching, and blessedly cool gold clamped down on the searing pain.
EnsTren: His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and sweet darkness beckoned, who was he to refuse such a polite call?
Edmondia: Oberon caught him when he collapsed.
EnsTren: He hung limply, pale and shaking with cool sweat.
Edmondia: Carefully, he cradled him, stroking damp hair from his face, watching closely as the magic settled.
EnsTren: The bracers were like his skin now and the renewed and strengthed spells sinking into the holes in his magic the iron left that his Lady wife could not repair.
Edmondia: "Lady Demona," he called, not looking up from his careful perusal of the complex tangle of spells, "I would suggest you go and reassure your child that his father will be all right. He will have felt that."
EnsTren: Large menacing weapon was put down, a real projectile weapon, not an energy weapon--undoubtedly loaded with iron shot. Lovely. She jumped down.
EnsTren: "I will, but I want an explination when I'm back."
Edmondia: "Very well," he agreed, carefully smoothing back a stray whisp of magic to where it belonged.
EnsTren: "I'll hold you to that." And she went off to sooth the little boy.
Edmondia: Keiran attached himself to her waist and refused to let go.
EnsTren: "Hush, there now," she picked him up and held him. "I just saw your father, he's sleeping, and your grandpa is taking care of him now as we speak."
Edmondia: He was shaking, mewling softly and trying to hide himself in her.
EnsTren: She hugged him and kissed his forehead. "Calm down little one," bounce him on her hip just a little. "Everything is fine. NO fire in the sky nor the ground shaking, all is well."
Edmondia: "Daddy!" he wailed.
Edmondia: (I hear birdies)
EnsTren: "Is sleeping."
EnsTren: (let us sleep/nap)
Edmondia: Sniffle. "Just sleeping?"
Edmondia: (okie dokie)
EnsTren: "Yep, he's sleeping in his father's arms like you sleep in his." Little white lie.
Edmondia: Big blue eyes looked up at her. Sniffle. "O-okay."