it's like I love the trouble Who: Setekh & Victoria Where: SOHS When: Noon
It had taken Setekh longer to find that blasted fairy ring again than it did to work out that he’d be able to see the inside of the school much more clearly from his own realm. That he had figured out in a heartbeat; well, it was obvious, wasn’t it? His wife had not really appreciated the unscheduled intrusion on her time when he zipped through his own home to the pools to see the goings-on in Scarlet Oak High School. “Oh my.” Setekh smirked at his wife. Her brevity in such situations always entertained.
By the time it occurred to him to return to the human realm (did he really have to?), the Unseelie was strongly considering petitioning his family and what few actual friends he had to abandon whatever nonsense they were up to for the fun that was possible up there. Patting down his clothes (even in human form, he still seemed to be dressed in a white tunic that marked him as a fae… or maybe an earthling pauper) he glanced around a few times, changed his attire (he much preferred the suit) and was about to walk away before a voice he had very much hoped had left him for good piped up in the back of his head.
‘You were going to leave me here,’ the fennec fox commented sulkily, emerging from nearby undergrowth.
Setekh did nothing more than weave a careful -- but quick -- ward, brush off the lapel that wasn’t really there, and begin his walk away, sparing little more than a glance behind. “Don’t be conceited, Ra, I don’t see why it makes a difference whether you’re here or not.” To be fair, neither did Ra. The fae was only going to do what he pleased anyway. Why that had to lead to the school, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Whatever Setekh was about would probably upset someone. The fennec just wished he had stayed at the fairy ring while he got on with it. The only thing that amused Ra in this setting was the way the fae physically shied away from the bulk of the cars. He was well-warded, but all that iron still had no place near him.
‘What are you waiting for?’ Ra prodded, mostly trying to irritate.
“I can’t decide on a colour,” Setekh answered absent-mindedly, eyes darting around the people in the road as though he saw them as swatches. Which, the familiar supposed, he actually did.
‘Try pink.’ If only because it was the polar opposite of the colours he usually chose: blue, black and gold. It wasn’t until wording started forming on the barrier -- or to everyone else, across the sky -- in a huge breakout of neon pink graffiti that the fox realised he should have stayed silent. And possibly far, far away from the fae. Because he just couldn’t help it, could he? The Unseelie could not sit on any kind of knowledge when he knew that dangling hints might drive the earthlings mad. Stood among those who were missing their children and loved ones, Setekh stood staring at the school with an eyebrow arched smugly. From here, the barrier obscuring the roof of the school and a chunk of the sky read, in fluorescent pink graffiti: ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE. Without missing a beat, he began adding another one above it in black.