Arrival Mingle

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Who: Everyone.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.

The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.

The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.

The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.


The Tower

While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.

The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.

While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Comments

[siriuslydementd]

"Well I'm sorry to rain on your parade," except that he's not, really, Regulus whining is the highlight of his night, "but like I said, we don't always get what we want."

At which he sticks a canape in his mouth and chews.

[royal_venant]

"Or you could actually act like my brother," Regulus shot back. He didn't know why he'd reveal himself like that to someone who clearly didn't care about him. But maybe it was because he was dealing with a lot mentally, himself. Dying and all that, then living again. It was a lot to weigh on someone's mind.

[siriuslydementd]

"Excuse me?" Regulus isn't the only one who misses what the brothers used to have. They'd had each other, and then Sirius had gone away to school and made friends, and when he came back, he found that his entire family had turned on him, including his brother. He wasn't toeing the line anymore, and none of them found that acceptable.

He hadn't let it show the first time that Regulus called him a 'blood traitor,' but it had hurt. He had hoped that perhaps he could talk some sense into Regulus, but at that point he'd known it was no longer possible.

[royal_venant]

Sirius hadn't been the one left alone with their abusive mother and apathetic father for a year, Regulus had. He was just a child and had done what he had to to survive. And when Sirius came back from Hogwarts, full of admiration for his new friends and new life and Regulus just no longer fit into anymore.

But more importantly, here, this place, Sirius was the one rejecting him all over again. Not Regulus. Well, not that first night.

"I'm not the one pushing anyone away."

[siriuslydementd]

Things just hadn't been the same after his return from a year at Hogwarts. Regulus, who had once hung on his every word, had no longer wanted to listen to anything Sirius had tried to tell him. Perhaps if Sirius had known how to get through to him, he wouldn't have ended up the way he did.

He sighs. "What do you want?"

[royal_venant]

"What do you mean, what do I want?" Regulus asked, trying to parse out if that was a question asked in all sincerity or just another barb.

[siriuslydementd]

"What I said." He knows that Regulus speaks English, and that he hears just fine. "There's a reason that you are having this conversation with me. What is it?"

[royal_venant]

For reasons Regulus couldn't parse, the response irritated him- no, infuriated him (which was quite the accomplishment, but if someone was going to do it, it would be Sirius).

He wanted to slam the plate in his hand down or, maybe, throw it at Sirius?

He did neither, because he needed the food. So he just gripped the edges of the plate with tightening fingers.

"Because you're my fucking brother!"

[siriuslydementd]

Sirius does have that effect, and most of the time, he doesn't care that he's doing it.

"Your brother the blood traitor?"

Regulus isn't the only one who had lost a brother after Sirius' first year at Hogwarts. Sirius had tried to get Regulus to listen to him, unsuccessfully, and still remembers how it had felt the first time his younger brother had used their family's favorite insult on him. It had stung, and maybe he had been wrong to consider Regulus a lost cause after that, but what else was he supposed to do at the age of twelve?

[royal_venant]

"I told you the other night," Regulus shot back, "I don't care about that."

[siriuslydementd]

Well that was unexpected. The last time he'd heard anything at all about Regulus, he had no reason to doubt that his brother believed fully in the concept of blood purity and pureblood superiority. "You don't care about blood traitors?"