This Is Usually The Part Where People Scream-RONJA

[RENU DEVLEN LAVYNT]

In the near silent night one lone man wandered the streets, cold eyes glancing around and calculating his surroundings. His movements were swift and precise, yet still fluid enough to be considered normal for a human. Yet he wasn't a human, no not even close. No, he was a fae that had a long and complicated fetish for mingling with humans. Pretending he was just like them, as normal as any other sicko that roamed the streets at night. Smirking to himself at the thought Renu now ventured into the underbelly of the city and carefully descended the stairs that led into the subway. Soft thuds of his footsteps echoed off the cement walls as his shoes mercilessly deceived his concealment to the shadows. Scowling at the idiocy of the contraptions his feet were confined in he wondered why he had ever conceded to lacing his feet in those monstrosities in the first place. He much preferred the freedom and silence of going barefoot, but if his somewhat questionable appearance didn't raise suspicions, then going around in a subway barefoot would most definitely have.

Finally surrendering, Renu stepped into full view of the flickering lights of the desolate subway. The distant rumble of one of the trains caught his attention, his head whipping in its direction before he realized it was nothing worth his attention. He was searching for mortals to prey upon, but the dank subway was proving to be a waste of time. But time was something that he had a lot of, and so he decided to wait. The train in the far distance would surely bring some prey for him to hunt, maybe he'd even have the pleasure of a variety tonight. Probably not though, and so he casually pressed his back to the cold cement wall and settled in for a long and possibly disappointing wait.

He stared downward at his despicable shoes and his shoulder-length black hair fell limply in his face, blocking his view to his surroundings but he didn't expect anything to surprise him. He still had his hearing and sense of smell to guide him, plus he was the predator here. Who did he have to be afraid of? He didn't make it his life goal to piss off fellow fae, so those he had no worries from. Rather he made it his goal to make all humans pay for their naivety and idiocies and even for just existing. He kept his mind occupied with deciding from the near endless possibilities of what he would do with his prey tonight. Go in for a clean kill, perhaps? Nah that just didn't have enough fun in it. He preferred his hunts to last longer then that, he liked to drag them out and make his prey suffer before letting them become all-consumed in eternal blackness.

Female mortals always seemed the easiest to trap, as they became entranced with his mysterious aura and almost otherworldly actions. He could manipulate them just as easily as a puppet, never forming an emotional bond, and leaving them scarred and lifeless when he was finished. A sudden noise now dragged him out of his pleasurable thoughts, though it wasn't the sound of the train approaching as he would have thought. It was more like...footsteps perhaps? Lifting his head he glanced about somewhat anxiously, pulling his hands out of his coat pockets and stiffening in an almost crouched stance. He most certainty did not look like a sane mortal now, but his defenses were up and he wasn't thinking of stealth but rather self-preservation. Who knows what other dark creatures lurked in the shadows, and he wasn't about to be caught off guard.

[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

Ronja did not often venture into the human world. But she was feeling sentimental. When she had been a much younger fae, she had swapped a human baby for a sickly fae, and she had a strange obsession with the boy she had dropped into the human world. She remembered nothing but his green eyes, and even since he sat in the back of her mind and the pull had just gotten too strong. Ronja had been to the city only once before, but she wasn't too worried. And she doubted she would find him, but she felt better when she looked.

So she glamoured to look more human, dressed in jeans and a blazer, wearing flats which were as close as she could get to the slippers she was used to. Ronja found nothing, as expected. She'd spent the day among the humans, how strange their world was. Is this what Nicholas had been used to? how weird, how did he live like a fae these days? The difference between the two seemed too unbelievable to be true for the Argentum lady. But she figured she'd just peek in the subway before she headed back to court.

And she swore it would be quick, but she smelled fae on the air, faintly, but recognizable. She didn't know if it was Atra or Agentum, and of course the likelihood that it was the changeling she had brought here was slim. But she couldn't help herself. And Ronja crept down the steps to the platform and peered into the darkness. Was it supposed to be so dim and empty down here? She recognized it now, Atra, but it was too late to move without looking strange if there were humans about. So she walked out as if she were waiting for a train, but her eyes carefully looked around herself.