Puck - mid-2005 timewarp AU - where everybody knows your name

[mm_merky]

By his reckoning, it has been about a week since he has come here, and so far no sign of his lord or his servants. Puck is rather miserable, but he knows it shouldn't do to return home.

He also thinks it shan't do to run into that awful mortal man again, and he had toyed with changing his shape to something unassuming before remembering, with icy

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[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa watches him enter from her seat on the back of the couch and frowns, only in Milliways do true Fae walk around with ease.

Though he doesn't look terribly comfortable so she slips behind a chair to shift, then flies to the top of his booth and sings a soothing melody.

[puckishly]

Puck is not, sad to say, terribly soothed. In fact, his eyes narrow suspiciously.

"What is your business, spirit?"

[pi_wakawaka]

She chirps at him, she was just being nice.

[puckishly]

Puck is largely unaccustomed to his kindred just being nice.

"Either state it or have done, I have little care for company."

[puckishly]

Puck freezes.

The power is-- it's wholly different, except for the scale, and the voice and the eyes and the general manner is all different, but even that fails to comfort him entirely.

His eyes slide cautiously to Finvarra's comfortably sprawling form.

"Do I know thee, lord?"

He might. He has been Oberon's messenger, as well as his jester and companion, and there are a dreadful lot of powerful Fae royalty sometimes.

[puckishly]

And that, as it happens, is a name he knows.

"Not you precisely, then," he murmurs, mostly to himself and still none too comforted. "But near enough. Have you business with me, lord?"

[firenashesagain]

Carrying a plate of grape leaves and pita, Brenton stops at the dim table and gives a frown.

"I think I was sitting there," he says politely. He had been gone for a bit, he realizes, and someone more than likely -and apparently has -taken his seat.

For one such as Puck, he can probably see the flickering of fiery feathers around him. He's not actively trying to hide his status as the phoenix and so lets his 'aura' out.

[puckishly]

Puck turns his head sharply, and blinks. The feathers, and the fire, are not necessarily worth especial note in Milliways, where the weird pass as they care to, but more or less everything is setting Puck off this week.

"Ah," he says, just a shade too suspicious to count as polite.

"Ought I to depart, then?"

This fellow is a little conspicuous around the edges.

[firenashesagain]

"If you want. You look like you're trying to hide though."

He sets his food down on the table.

"And all the other shadowy corners appear to be taken. People will probably notice me before they notice you, clothed as you are."

[puckishly]

Puck looks down at himself, blinking, then at Brenton, who is, it must be said, sporting a rather bright set of tunics.*

"I am grateful for your indulgence."

A little dry? Maybe. But he's sincere enough; he didn't really want to move.

*Actually a flannel shirt and t-shirt, but Puck is hazy on the difference.