Introducing: Mercutio

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio is lying on a very plush couch. It is not where he was, that is clear enough. This is nothing like a tavern, certainly nothing at all like Verona. Even the lights are strange-looking, not flickering or dancing like flame. Is it some kind of faerie-land? Without doubt, it is not any sort of heaven or hell he has read of, though he knows well he should be dead. The lingering blood on his extremely thin, gauzy shirt is proof enough of that. Strangely, he is no longer bleeding, but that only makes it easier to rise from his bed and proceed to look about the room.

Eventually, he makes his way through the house, poking in various rooms until he finds his way to the main foyer. He opens the door and stands in the entrance, examining the gardens and forest beyond; before deciding that it is unreasonably cold outside. There's more proof, then, that this is not Verona, it had been the middle of summer when he had been fighting Tybalt. He shrugs, and proceeds to rifle through the papers at the table, not exactly reading or retaining anything on them. Clearly there are inhabitants, but he hasn't seen any of them yet. A queer faerie-land, indeed.

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[new_inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle is making a new nest in the bower Dionysus has grown for her. At the moment, that means raiding the mansion's parlors for their softest couch-cushions. Mercutio is in the way.

Mercutio, therefore, is getting his ankles kicked at by a large pile of cushions, which entirely obscures the woman carrying them.

[bymyheelies]

"What's this?" He laughs and plucks a cushion off the top of the pile, looking to see who is behind it. "Art some creature, stealing away all the softness, or a servant of the fey masters of this place?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

She scowls at him. "Mary, I am no Man's servant, nor any Folk's neither!"

[futaille]

Grantaire wanders near the entry and stops, taking in the leftover blood on Mercutio's shirt. "Well. That looks familiar," he says, leaning on the doorframe. "Welcome to the strangeness."

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio looks up from whatever pile of papers he's midway through, and gives Grantaire a long look. "Ay, 'tis strange indeed, sir. Who is master here?"

[futaille]

"If you see one, you'll be the first," he says with a shrug. "Although we're fairly sure there are one or more. We just call them spirits, though."

[kadewest]

"It's probably not what you're thinking," Kade says, coming across the new person in the entry hall. "Hello, and welcome."

[bymyheelies]

"Pray, what am I thinking?" Mercutio turns a bemused grin on him, leaning against the table somewhat. "Speak, m'lord, say on."

[kadewest]

"Any number of things, I imagine." Kade, in turn, leans against the wall, matching the newcomer's angle. "Specifics, I think, depend on whether you came here on purpose or not. But whatever it is you're thinking... this is probably not any of them."

[temnota]

Aleksander had been out wandering the grounds and for a change, came in through the front door as opposed to one of the side entrances. He took in the stranger, the blood on the seasonally inappropriate shirt and just smiled wryly. "I see this place has collected its latest guest. Hello and welcome."

[bymyheelies]

"A guest? Art many here?" He looks quizzical. "I would wager Mab hath been busy, 'tis quite a strange place, but I have seen no man 'til you." Perhaps he displeased her by going on about the fae with Romeo the other day; the fae are known to be temperamental indeed.

[temnota]

"There are a fair number of others," Aleksander answered, trying to be mindful of the residents who were not human. "I don't know the exact count but there is the makings of a small community here. Strange is the word for it, both the house itself and the grounds have their own power. We came here but we cannot leave."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus has been here for a short time. Not long enough to have met everyone yet, but he figures he's at least seen most everyone, even if he hasn't talked to them. He hasn't, however, seen this man. This kid, honestly, if appearances are anything to judge by.

Before he's close enough to say a hello he notices the blood and rushes over. "Are you alright? What happened? Do you need anything?"

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio laughs, and waves him away with some amusement. "Ay, sir, I will do -- 'tis a scratch, left me by a fierce kitten. I am quite well."

[vineleaves]

Wait a minute. A fierce kitten.

"Mercutio?!"

[ninth_cavalier]

Gideon is coming in from a bout with Lancelot, sword over one shoulder and sweat in her hair, when she sees the guy covered in blood. She checks the corners, in case whoever did this to him is lurking. "Hey. You good?"

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio glances up from whatever he's looking at and, quite frankly, stares a little. He's not certain if he's ever seen a young lady wielding a sword. (And a large sword, at that.) "Good?" His mild confusion is quickly turning into a smirk. "Nay, mistress, I am the very picture of devilry." A beat. "An you meant the scratch, 'tis but a trifle."

[ravkanwitch]

Nina sees the new individual at the welcome table and does a small double-take at the blood - but he doesn't seem to be injured. "Hi," she says, cautious but friendly. "Are you new here?"

[bymyheelies]

“Ay, fair lady, ‘twould seem so.” He offers her a bright grin and hops up to sit on the table, disregarding anything he might be reading. “I have been told all, or most all, there be dragons and gods and magic afoot; and this is neither heaven nor hell, i’faith, not Verona at all.”

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Hi," Janet says from a few feet away. There's still an ice-axe in one of her hands, but she melts it away and tucks the freshly naked stave back where it belongs on her back. "Welcome, or whatever. I assume you're less injured than you look, if you have time to peruse."

[bymyheelies]

Oh, an attractive woman with a weapon. That's sure to get his attention. So too is the magic, but he's already seen Dionysus' powers at work, so that takes a bit of a backseat for now. "Good den, lady," he replies, intrigued. "Ay, I --" He frowns at his shirt for a moment. "'Tis healed, by my reckoning."

[sagramore]

More teenagers! Lovely.

"Heel," he tells Szarka, who glues herself to his boot, before looking back up at Mercutio. "You're all right?"

[bymyheelies]

"Ay, sir, 'tis healed." He gives Sagramore a brief grin and a half bow from his spot at the table. "Thy hound looks most fierce," he adds playfully. "I'faith, the largest dog I have seen to-day." --Also the only one, but those are details.

[summerdude]

Magnus has been distracted by the other new arrival for a few days -- between Alex and Galahad, his schedule is quite full -- so he doesn't come across this newcomer until he's had a few days to settle in. Mercutio will find him heading through the halls with a duffel bag full of sustenance for camp -- most of it for the resident einherjar, but there's a few packets of meat to break down for Drosera, too.

"Oh, hey," Magnus will say, upon seeing him. "Been here long?"

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio has had a few days to decompress, yes, and to consider some things. He's in the midst of looking around the halls a little more when he runs into Magnus, and gives him a brief bow.

"Nay, not long," he says, and tilts his head at Magnus a little. "A few days. Good morning."