anarchist_queen: (queen)
There were more nobles and dignitaries gathered together here since the end of the war. Lord Dagos of the Merfolk, King Thane of the Dwarves, the Matriarch of the Dragons were in attendance along with their immediate families. All the nobles of the lands of Faerie, even some from Unseelie Lands were there as well.

And then there were those Leda was meeting for the first time. The Dryads, Pixies, Kitsune, Nunnehi and Menehune had all sent representatives. And countless others.

Though naturally no Diplomats from the Human realms could be present, the Elven ambassadors to their countries had sent greetings and gifts from them.

"Furachoque of Iguaque!" the herald announced another arrival. A woman in rather elaborate golden attire entered. Her people inhabited a tropical land rich in metallic ore. They traded regularly with the Dwarves, though they were best terms with the Nunnehi and had ancient ties with the Merfolk. Their capital had become known as El Dorado out in the world. She resembled the Elves save for one difference, her feet faced backwards.

[For those invited. The herald is moddable on hand to announce you as you wish.]
anarchist_queen: (excuse me?)
The day's work was done, and Leda was taking a break before heading home. In this case, said break involved imported Reeses peanutbutter cup ice cream, and dancing to Katy Perry.

Once upon a time she might have been embarrassed to have Leander walk in on her like this, but those days were long past. Hell some already called her the Crazy Queen (mostly the nobles), why not take advantage of that and indulge in some eccentricities?

"Ahem, Your Majesty..."

Crap, he used her title, that meant this wasn't a social call. She made a mental note to take everyone to Earth for some Theme Park fun or something.

With a wave of her hand, she silenced the music and set the ice cream down. She'd placed a cooling spell on it so it wouldn't freeze.

"What happened?" she sighed. She knew Leander would not come for official reasons after her "office hours" unless it was important.

"I'm very sorry to bother you now." Leander said. "But I felt this matter should be dealt with as soon as possible and in as eh, delicately a manner as can be."

"Sounds scandalous."

"Quite possibly. A young man has just arrived, begging, and I do mean begging, to see you immediately. He is quite distraught and has a singular problem."

"Well at least this won't be boring. Let's see 'im."

Leander ushered in a young Elf who seemed incredibly out of place. He was openly gaping at everything. Could he be one of those rare Elves that had been born across the Border and had therefore never seen his home land? But it was more than that. There was something off about him that Leda could not put her finger on.

He bowed low, before she could stop him, and then offered her a pre-written sheet of paper.

It's better that I not speak out loud, lest you fall hopelessly in love with me. It began.

Leda almost burst out laughing at that, but the distressed look on her visitor's face stopped her. And that was when it hit her what was bothering her so. This full blooded Elf, was carrying himself like a human. Even the most provincial Elf she'd ever seen would hide their emotions better than this.

"What's up pup?" she asked. He merely motioned for her to read on. She did, and could not help exclaiming;

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!"
anarchist_queen: (omg!)
War's End, Chapter One )

[NFI, NFB, OOC comments welcome. Thus begins the finale of Leda's lifelong battle with the evil Lord Corwyn. Triggery warnings for terrorist attack and death.]
anarchist_queen: (pissed)
No sooner had her Majesty the Queen entered her Meditation Chamber, than there was terrible comotion. Crashing and screaming and what sounded like destructive spells being cast. Stormy Waves Upon a Rocky Shore started, and rushed for the door. Strider sighed and shoved him back.

"What are you doing?!" the defector cried. "She's under attack!"

"No she isn't." Strider told him, sighing. "She's venting."

A particularly nasty crunch emanated from the room causing both men to wince. "Maybe we should look into soundproofing that room." Stormy Waves suggested.

"We did. She's in fine form today."

Inside, Leda stood amidst the wreckage, taking a few deep breaths. Keeping your cool while confronting a Noble about why he wasn't allowed to force himself upon the people inhabiting his lands was hard work. Particularly when she didn't want to keep her cool. If only there wasn't this blasted war going on. If only she didn't need his support so badly.

At least no one had caught on to the fact that the various subversive leaflets being passed around was actually her doing.

The room was a recent addition to the palace. It'd been used as storage, but had been cleared out and several illusion spells had been cast. Now it could mimic a number of environments. The two most often used so far had been a park in the rain, and the one she used for venting her aggression.

It was based on a video game she'd seen while in the Mortal world called Pain. Launching facsimiles of Corwyn and various nobles from a giant slingshot into a fully destructible environment was incredibly therapeutic.

[Open for calls and the like. If you are offended by particularly destructive cartoon/videogame violence, do not click on the link. This warn you.]
anarchist_queen: (excuse me?)
"Say that again?" Leda said, her brow furrowing.

"I don't know how else to explain it." Strider said. "No one remembers there being anything there, but all the evidence suggests that there was in fact, a...something there."

"And now there's..."

"Nothing."

Leda frowned. "I think the word you're looking for is 'sea' or 'ocean'. That's what usually borders a portside town."

Strider shrugged. "If you say so."
anarchist_queen: (excuse me?)
Leda had made a few concessions to the whole 'Queen' thing at Leander's insistence. She had agreed to wear the crown when she was 'on duty', after it had been padded. And while she had done away with the whole 'commoners could only petition the queen on holidays' bullshit, she had agreed to deal with nobles and commoners on separate days.

She did however refuse to call it 'holding court'. Rather she referred to these meetings as her office hours. Accordingly, she had an office. And then her friends had proceeded to shower her with gag gifts. Like the 'World's Greatest Aunt' coffee mug that sat on her desk. Also Strider had scrawled 'Proclomation Pad' across the top of her stack of blank papers.

Leda's office hours )

[Open for calls and e-mails and suchlike.]
anarchist_queen: (dangerous)
Being checked over by a healer was remarkably similar to being checked over by a doctor. After all, before they could fix you they had to know what was broken so to speak.

"It could have been a lot worse." the woman said. She spread a soothing ointment over Leda's shoulders, neck and jaw. "You hit the wall with enough force to shatter half your vertebrae. It's a good think you got that shield up in time."

"He caught me by surprise at first." Leda nodded, and regretted it.

"Yeah don't do that for a while." the healer advised. "I wouldn't reccomend much talking or shrugging for the next hour or so either, till the ointment finishes it's work."

"Work crews are working on fixing the wall." Wiseguy told her. "And redoing the wards on the council chamber. Corwyn must have been planning on some kind of grand gesture for a long time. It couldn't have been easy eroding them so he could make his move."

Sai was working with one of the healer's assistants to apply healing poultices on Strider's wounds.

"Corwyn and his men have escaped to his own lands I'm afraid." He said angrily. "It will take some doing to root him out of there."

"It's...somewhat worse than that." Leander sighed, entering the room. "Corwyn has made a public declaration of his intention to overthrow you. His supporters in the council have already left. I am pleased to say however that those who support you are now even more firmly in your camp, and many who were on the fence have joined us." He sank down into a chair. "I think we've some grace time, but we must be prepared. I am very sad to say, we may be looking at our first war in centuries."

Leda sighed, and began making a few plans in her head. As soon as her throat and jaw were better she'd start telling him what she wanted to do.
anarchist_queen: (pissed)
"Leda!" Strider screamed in anguish and rage.

"Lord Corwyn!" one of the other nobles protested.

"That is 'Your Majesty' to you." Corwyn smiled thinly. "The Queen is dead. Long live the king." He turned to regard Strider and the royal guard coldly. "Throw down your weapons now and all will be forgiven. Your loyalty was misplaced, if admirable. You are now my guards. And you 'Prince', are dangerously close to treason."

"You are the traitor in this room Corwyn." Strider said furiously. "And I swear to you if it is the last thing I do I will see justice for the House of Danu inflicted upon your worthless flesh."

Corwyn tsked. "And I was going to offer you exile. Very well. Guards, throw this piece of filth after his mistress."

At that moment, a monstrous roar erupted from the hole Corwyn had just put through the wall with Leda's body.

Corwyn spun, staring in shock.

Leda stood, suspended in midair, her arms crossed sternly across her chest. Blood trickled from her nose and mouth as she eyed him fiercely.

"Lord Corwyn. Would you care to step outside?"
anarchist_queen: (ouchie)
The Plot )

The Denouncement )

Lord Corwyn for the Win )

[What's This? A Diabolical Diatribe from the Unscrupulous Unseelie Usurper? A perilous plummet for our Plucky Progressive? Stay tuned True Believers!]
anarchist_queen: (princess)
"Your Majesty!" one of Leda's maids, the one who never could seem to get her hair to stay in the braid she put it in, burst into Leda's sitting room.

"Hey." Leda held up a hand, putting a stop to whatever the girl was going to say. "What did I tell you?"

"Erm, that in your private chambers I'm not to call you Your Majesty?"

"Exactly. I have a name, and in here you're not only allowed to call me by it, I insist on it. I'm no better than you are. Well maybe my hair."

The maid giggled. "Right, so Greatest Treasure...uh, no wait, uhm, Leda? Leda, yes. Anyway, Portalocity has just contacted us. You. Well the call came through the scrying mirror while we were servicing it, so we picked it up, but it's for you."

Leda sat up straighter, gasping. She'd nearly given up hope of ever hearing from them. "And?"

Half An Hour Later... )

[Establishy]
anarchist_queen: (will not break)
Leda's return to Faery was quiet and discreet, as she'd taken a portal directly to her bed chamber. Then she'd sent a page to inform her friends of her arrival.

They wasted little time )

The Council of Nobles )

[NFB for distance, NFI as well, but ooc comments are always appreciated. Thanks go to Francine Mun for the casting of Sai. And I hope Karla Mun is happy with the non-casting of either of her father figures as villains.]
anarchist_queen: (suspicious)
Shortly after returning to Bordertown from the Never Never, Leda had visited Mooner's grave, and forgiven him for the destruction of Castle Pup, and asked for his forgiveness for how things had wound up between them.

Upon return to Faery, she managed to avoid too much ceremony (they'd wanted to parade her through every damn town on the way to the palace). She'd gotten a tour of the royal palace, which on her insistence had included the servant's wing and the kitchens.

And she'd playfully ordered her friends to refrain from any bowing, scraping, or calling her 'your highness' when they weren't in public. She was Leda to everyone who'd known her. It was not the name she was born with, but Dearest Treasure of the Royal House of Danu had little meaning for her.

When she'd decreed she would finish school before agreeing to the ridiculous notion of her ruling anyone, Strider had agreed. And Leander had given her many a tome on some things she might find it useful to study up on. Like Elven politics.

That open book was currently acting as a pillow to Leda, who lay with her cheek in the crease of the binding, and mercifully not drooling on the ancient text. She was snoring slightly though.

[Door and post are open!]

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