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[highkingoberon]

Oberon appears by the lake, wrapped in mist and shadows. He is not in a good mood.

Anyone who is sensitive to magic or the manipulation of power would at the least feel uncomfortable looking at what once was his right hand. Unless of course, he or she is also allied with the Lone Power.

Serving, said the little wizard. Never. This power is mine.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He does.

Random walks quickly and silently out of the bar.

But he keeps his distance. At about ten feet away, he stops.

"Father."

[highkingoberon]

"Random of Amber." His voice is without inflection. "You wish to speak, I suppose? Or do you wish to pursue your vendetta as well?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"That is what I call myself."

He takes a few steps closer.

"My vendetta? I don't know of what you speak. I have no quarrel with you."

[highkingoberon]

The fae's blue eyes narrow. "No? You claimed to warn me, with your cards. Perhaps it was a true telling, and perhaps a threat."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Green eyes, of approximately the same intensity narrow as well.

"Do you believe I would be foolish enough to give up the element of surprise? I honestly meant to steer you away from the conflict with Raven."

He inclines his head.

"It was a desperate gesture, as your mind will not be swayed by such. But I did so, none the less."

[highkingoberon]

"You seek to aid me in this? Despite your anger for your father. Why?"

[mogget_cat]

*There is a cat in the long grass near the lake, watching Oberon with its bright green eyes. It looks, in the manner of cats everywhere, unimpressed.*

[highkingoberon]

Oberon has green cat's eyes as well, for the moment. Though Yrael's are brighter. Or perhaps that is only contrast from his fur.

At any rate, he knows this is no normal cat. "Greetings. That is an interesting shape for you to wear."

[mogget_cat]

*The cat stretches and flexes its claws, yawning.* It is a familiar shape, after so long wearing it, but is no more interesting a shape than yours.

[highkingoberon]

Oberon extends a hand for the cat to sniff. He has never been overly fond of cats, but he does respect them.

"What are you then, not-a-cat? For you feel strange to my senses."

[mogget_cat]

*The cat gives the hand an obligatory sniff, then walks under it and bumps it with his head, a feline demand for a scritch. The shape is slightly blurred, a near glow for its fur is so white.*

I am the Eighth Bright Shiner, the Eighth of the Nine.

[oneman_onevote]

There is an assassin in the shade of the trees a little way away. He is not hiding, but very hard to spot in his clothes, which are nondescript shades of grey.

But Oberon probably knows he's there.

[highkingoberon]

He does.

"I assume you are here to turn down my offer, Havelock Vetinari." Oberon does not sound amused.

[oneman_onevote]

"You assume correctly, your majesty," Havelock says calmly.

[highkingoberon]

He blinks slowly. "May I request a reason? It was a fair offer, and an honest one."

[oneman_onevote]

"Perhaps," says Havelock. He leans back against the tree, still watching the king.

"But an assassin reserves the right to refuse any request. No matter what it may be."

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

There is also an angel.



She is quiet.



But she is there.

[highkingoberon]

So she is.

The Lone Power regrets nothing, nor does it accept regrets in its servants. Or its allies.

He doesn't know her. But he can feel her power.

He does not fear heavenly anger.

Oberon does not plan to ask for forgiveness.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

She would ask not for asking.

She'll sit calmly, primly, and wait until there is a need for her.

When there is, she plans on using it.

Sariel spreads her wings. It isn't a threat. It's a statement.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack is in the forest, talking to the trees.

And singing. Oh, I would keep it above, but then it wouldn't be sky anymore . . . so if I send it to you you've got to promise to keep it whole . . .

[highkingoberon]

Oberon glares at Jack. He is not in the proper mood to appreciate singing, even that of a god.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack beams at him. "Hello, Oberon. Lovely night for a stroll."

[highkingoberon]

"'Lovely' is debatable, Green Man. But you would be the one to ask."

[jack_inthegreen]

"Why, Oberon. Is something wrong?"

[creator_raven]

*So, you yet live, King.

But have you learned?*