When Max arrives in town, her name is nowhere found in lights—which is not to say she goes entirely unnoticed. Before she even shoes her face in person, her aliases appear on several leases. A laundromat here. A coffee shop there. A small office building two blocks over. A six unit tenement building with narrow halls and in need of a new roof. Her contacts in her own court spread the news quietly. To the Seelie, it's no surprise when she finally makes her appearance on the scene.
Outside of the Seelie, though, who would even know her? Who would recognize the false names she uses? Who would know to question the sources of her capital as she invests it here, deposits it there, spends it yet another place? Perhaps there are a few. Those who knew her elsewhere, in other times. Those whose paths or purposes have crossed hers before. Still, she is new to London, and while she has been of late pressing her position within her own court, she has little reputation to be known by.
Either way, Max is here now and it is time to introduce herself. She's not an imposing woman physically, small and fey and lovely, but she carries herself like a queen as she approaches her target. "Hello," she says, her creole accent nearly swallowing the h entirely. "I don't think we've met. I am called Max."
Somehow, how she says it, there seems to be another message left unsaid in the air: "And I have a proposition for you."
Max | Black Sails | Seelie Fae
When Max arrives in town, her name is nowhere found in lights—which is not to say she goes entirely unnoticed. Before she even shoes her face in person, her aliases appear on several leases. A laundromat here. A coffee shop there. A small office building two blocks over. A six unit tenement building with narrow halls and in need of a new roof. Her contacts in her own court spread the news quietly. To the Seelie, it's no surprise when she finally makes her appearance on the scene.
Outside of the Seelie, though, who would even know her? Who would recognize the false names she uses? Who would know to question the sources of her capital as she invests it here, deposits it there, spends it yet another place? Perhaps there are a few. Those who knew her elsewhere, in other times. Those whose paths or purposes have crossed hers before. Still, she is new to London, and while she has been of late pressing her position within her own court, she has little reputation to be known by.
Either way, Max is here now and it is time to introduce herself. She's not an imposing woman physically, small and fey and lovely, but she carries herself like a queen as she approaches her target. "Hello," she says, her creole accent nearly swallowing the h entirely. "I don't think we've met. I am called Max."
Somehow, how she says it, there seems to be another message left unsaid in the air: "And I have a proposition for you."
8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.
Go wild!