[Penrose]

In 1965 at Cambridge, Sir Roger Penrose proved that singularities, such as black holes, could be formed from the gravitational collapse of dying immense stars.

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Date: Night before Haley's conference

Days had been spent in silent observation. Her very first notebook was filled to the brim with factual statements of the surrounding area's fauna, flora, and occupying faerie. Penrose had already discovered the connection between the fauna and the faerie that resided in Alanor. She had already discovered that every plant was edible (though not entirely tasteful), and that certain areas were far more saturated in a magical aura than others.

She was on her second notebook. The little nymphet had spent most of the present day working on a thesis that revolved around the mysteries of the Mounds. Had she known of the duel taking place within the Altar of Fates, she would have found herself there. Unfortunately, she lacked such knowledge.

Penrose had decided to take a break, and she was currently perched within a tree. She had a preference for high places, as they offered better advantages with sight. It was because of her position, and of her mantels, that she was able to spot the figure wading through the Seelie underbrush. Theory, as silent as his mistress, did nothing to give away his position. Penrose, however, had already assessed the situation and deemed precautionary procedures a waste of time. Instead, she slipped from her position and dropped to the ground, landing with a soft thud. She made no moves to adjust herself as she drew her body up to face the other fae. Her face, as apathetic as ever, changed very little as dry, monotonous words echoed from her parted maw.

"I've been looking for you sister."

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In 1969 he conjectured the cosmic censorship hypothesis, which proposes (rather informally) that the universe protects us from the inherent unpredictability of singularities (such as the one in the center of a black hole) by hiding them from our view behind an event horizon.

[Ananchel]

For a long time I dwelt under vast porticos
Which the ocean suns lit with a thousand colors,
The pillars of which, tall, straight, and majestic,
Made them, in the evening, like basaltic grottos.

The billows which cradled the image of the sky
Mingled, in a solemn, mystical way,
The omnipotent chords of their rich harmonies
With the sunsets' colors reflected in my eyes;

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Ananchel was naturally subtle. Though she possessed the aura of a pompous bitch, and she held herself as such, she did know the necessity of tact. Thus, she walked with a stealth akin to the actuality of her mantel, and there was caution with every footstep. She was, after all, treading upon ground she was not welcome on. However, she did much prefer the Seelie court to the Unseelie. Ananchel wasn't one for dark and dank places, no matter the brilliance of the jade, the crystals or the roses. She appreciated beautiful things (including herself...oh how narcissistic she was!), but roses were particularly distasteful in her opinion, and she much preferred the natural beauty of nature.

The power hungry female had grown accustomed to this land already. Her arrival had lead to the formation of many plans. She had, in her past life, undermined her precious mother. Here she would destroy the very system that she was apparently pledged to...that is, if it hadn't already destroyed itself. Ananchel knew of Arianna's departure, but she had yet to possess the knowledge of Queen Pachamama. It was only a matter of time. The new queen would cause a bump in her plans, but Ananchel could adjust.

She had originally only been out for a walk to explore some forbidden territory, but said walk soon turned into a delightful encounter. The bond Ananchel and Penrose shared was somewhat of a special one. They had plenty more brothers and sisters (Ananchels mother had been somewhat of a whore), and of the three fathers that had sired Ana's siblings, Penroses's father had been the most powerful....and the most dull. It was sad to note that Penrose had adopted her fathers personality...or lack thereof. No matter. It made her easier to deal with. Ananchel had a deep-seeded love for her sister, even tough she used the female for information. Penrose had been one of the only siblings to actually make something of herself. For that, Ana respected her.

As the wild-haired female dropped before her, Ana's face gave way to her sickly-sweet smile. Penrose would be able to decipher the genuine welcoming touch that was hidden behind the facade, but naught another. Disdain filled eyes appraised the Seelie faerie with an unblinking gaze. Ana was somewhat relieved to find her well, and yet, at the same time, annoyed that the smaller female had followed her to Alanor.

"Mother's orders I presume?"

Ananchel ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and placed a hand on her right hip. She shifted her balance into a more comfortable position and then snorted softly.

"Seelie. I must say, this could work to our advantage. Been here long?"

Our was a complete replacement for my. Penrose's appearance would be quite advantageous for Ananchel.

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It was there that I lived in voluptuous calm,
In splendor, between the azure and the sea,
And I was attended by slaves, naked, perfumed,

Who fanned my brow with fronds of palms
And whose sole task it was to fathom
The dolorous secret that made me pine away.

---My Former Life: William Aggeler

[Penrose]

In 1965 at Cambridge, Sir Roger Penrose proved that singularities, such as black holes, could be formed from the gravitational collapse of dying immense stars.
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"Not long, and yes, mothers orders."

Her apathetic voice mirrored the complete robotic expression that was permanently etched onto her mug. The fact that they were sisters completely defied what they actually appeared to be. Although both were somewhat clean-skinned and dainty in their bodies, there were many more differences than there were comparisons. Ananchel was tall, fair, beautiful and accomplished. She was every bit the spitting image of their mother (though the color of hair and skin did differ), both in poise and physical appearance. Penrose, on the other hand, was quite plain. She possessed a certain beauty, one that could have been, at one time, honed into perfection like her sister. However, the smaller female was not one who cared for appearances. She had a darker complexion, and black hair with a silver pazzaz, both of which she had inherited from her father. The only real shocking attribute that could be linked back to her mother was her set of orange eyes. Ananchel had the same color eyes as Penrose, but the older woman had an extreme dislike for them, so she kept them hidden beneath her glamour magic.

"I take it that you have been graced into the ranks of the Unseelie. May I see your mantel?"

Penrose was a bit more courteous with her sister. This wasn't because she cared, rather it was because she had been trained in this fashion. Family was family. There was a certain amount of respect that had to be held.

"As for mine.."

She directed her gaze to the shadows of the trees, and nearly instantly a dozen or so glowing orange eyes appeared. Her empathic link had expanded to encompass the minds of the kin of her mantel. They had been drawn to the situation, just out of curiosity.

"Theory is hidden above."

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In 1969 he conjectured the cosmic censorship hypothesis, which proposes (rather informally) that the universe protects us from the inherent unpredictability of singularities (such as the one in the center of a black hole) by hiding them from our view behind an event horizon.

This post has been edited by Penrose on Aug 17 2007, 12:30 PM

[Ananchel]

For a long time I dwelt under vast porticos
Which the ocean suns lit with a thousand colors,
The pillars of which, tall, straight, and majestic,
Made them, in the evening, like basaltic grottos.

The billows which cradled the image of the sky
Mingled, in a solemn, mystical way,
The omnipotent chords of their rich harmonies
With the sunsets' colors reflected in my eyes;
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It was a relatively cool night, so Ananchel was somewhat bundled up in a tight black turtle-neck and matching tight-fit pants. In response to Penrose's request, the slender female turned and drifted pale fingertips down to slip underneath the hem of her shirt. She then proceeded to pull it upwards, as if disrobing in front of her sister, baring her back to the other female. Slowly the writhing leopard was exposed in all of it's dark glory, it's contempt attitude broadcasting Ananchel's true self to the world.

"Ironic, isn't it? Mother always adored felines, though she was infatuated with the cougar. I myself prefer something a bit...sleeker."

She slipped her clothing back down and smoothed out the wrinkles before she drifted her gaze upwards and turned back towards her sister. Special note was taken of the number of mantels present, and, from her acquired Seelie knowledge, she took the mantel to be of Siamong origin. How else would they have come to be there?

"Interesting. I take it that he...or she....is a fairly good spy? It must be nice to have an extra set of eyes, even if they do stick out a tad in the dark."

Slender digits placed themselves firmly on her hips as her chin fell back down and her gaze resettled on her sister.

"Have you met your king? Ours is....or rather, was, quite fascinating. Unfortunately she's gone now. I have a feeling she's already been replaced, but I have yet to procure such knowledge."

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It was there that I lived in voluptuous calm,
In splendor, between the azure and the sea,
And I was attended by slaves, naked, perfumed,

Who fanned my brow with fronds of palms
And whose sole task it was to fathom
The dolorous secret that made me pine away.

---My Former Life: William Aggeler

[Penrose]

In 1965 at Cambridge, Sir Roger Penrose proved that singularities, such as black holes, could be formed from the gravitational collapse of dying immense stars.
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Penrose took a mental note of her sister's mantel. It was what she had expected: something sleek but powerful. Mysterious yet dangerous. Penrose cared not for simplistic thoughts of power and danger. She was a seeker of knowledge, nothing more. She didn't even congratulate herself on a well-guessed hypothesis. Instead, she took it for what it was, recorded it, and then let it pass her on by.

"I suppose."

She watched Ananchel as her sister spoke of her mantel, and instantly corrected her, "He. Yes, it is quite nice to have an extra set, and a mind as quick as a humans. He's quite an aide to my studies. As for a king.." Penrose paused and went over a few mental notes quickly, "No. I have yet to meet such, and I am fairly certain that one does not exist. His aide, a Sidhe female by the name of Silvia, and her mantel, a fox, has appeared, but naught more."

The news of Ananchel's matriarch gone missing was interesting...if Penrose had the capability to hold interest. She nearly pulled out her notebook so that she could jot down these items of interest, but refrained from doing so.

"Both thrones empty then, within a week or so of our arrival. I wonder if this place has always been so unstable. Definitely worth studying." She paused, "May I inquire as to what plans you have formulated?" Surely her sister was already on a quest for power...in a place that appeared as if it could so easily be dominated.

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In 1969 he conjectured the cosmic censorship hypothesis, which proposes (rather informally) that the universe protects us from the inherent unpredictability of singularities (such as the one in the center of a black hole) by hiding them from our view behind an event horizon.

[Ananchel]

For a long time I dwelt under vast porticos
Which the ocean suns lit with a thousand colors,
The pillars of which, tall, straight, and majestic,
Made them, in the evening, like basaltic grottos.

The billows which cradled the image of the sky
Mingled, in a solemn, mystical way,
The omnipotent chords of their rich harmonies
With the sunsets' colors reflected in my eyes;
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It was news that there was no current king of the Seelie; news that could be quite useful. Ananchel allowed a bemused smirk to cross her chiseled mug as her fingers tapped on her hips in thought.

"Interesting." She once again eyed the orange eyes within the surrounding darkness, "Plans? Well the recent dispatch of the Unseelie queen has left me at a loss. I must meet the new ruler before I can formulate anything worth taking action upon. Would you be interested in becoming my informer once again? Or did mother instruct you to bring me home?"

Ananchel had no intention of leaving- not yet anyways. There was too much to do here, and all the time to do it in. However, she would need Penrose to be her eyes and ears in the Seelie court. Though odd, the other female was quite reliable.

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It was there that I lived in voluptuous calm,
In splendor, between the azure and the sea,
And I was attended by slaves, naked, perfumed,

Who fanned my brow with fronds of palms
And whose sole task it was to fathom
The dolorous secret that made me pine away.

---My Former Life: William Aggeler

[Penrose]

In 1965 at Cambridge, Sir Roger Penrose proved that singularities, such as black holes, could be formed from the gravitational collapse of dying immense stars.
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"Mother knows very well that I could not possibly force you to return home. She sent me as a recorder, nothing more." Penrose kept her dull eyes on her sisters face as the other glanced about, "If ever she wants to drag you home, there is no doubt she will send Devosin. I have established the fact that he misses you far more than she."

At this point, Penrose did take out her filled notebook and held it out to her sister, "Here are my notes taken these past few days. They have been accumulating since my first day here. You are welcome to look them over, though to you, there is nothing to fancy. Not yet."

She tucked the flap of her pouch back down, her movements mechanical, lacking all form of grace. It was quite interesting to see her speak so much. Normally the smaller female was incredibly quiet. Then again, Ananchel was family.

"There is much to study here, and I can assure you that all will be thoroughly investigated. My observations are your observations, as they once were. I have no qualms with sharing my experiments."

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In 1969 he conjectured the cosmic censorship hypothesis, which proposes (rather informally) that the universe protects us from the inherent unpredictability of singularities (such as the one in the center of a black hole) by hiding them from our view behind an event horizon.