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[lusiphur]

[No video, not yet. Too incoherently angry, and it's clear in his voice.]

I don't know whose idea of a fucking joke this is, but thanks for pulling me out of a gladiatorial death match so I can fight in some foreign war. I'm sure Mogré-Ür will think this is a hoot when I get back. If I get back.

[he feigns an apologetic voice] Sorry, sorcerer sir. The kid died or got turned in a Troll WMD because some fairies needed me in another dimension for a while. You know how it is.

[a pause and some unintelligible grumbling]

Crow, this blows. I was just starting to like that kid, too...

So, I hope whoever's listening is paying a pretty penny for this inconvenience. I don't do this stuff for free. Never have and never will.

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[bondedgryphon]

[There was a time when Zhaneel might have argued about the 'good' sides of magic users, but she wasn't as naive as she'd been even a few months ago. There were those that she trusted that were adept at magic, and she was learning it herself in order to protect and defend her friends, but there were many that would abuse the gifts at first chance.]

We all must do what we must do to survive, and many times what we must do isn't what we'd like to be doing. There are times when it's best to align oneself with those of a nature unlike our own, because it is what will bring us waking into the new day... [Again, a small shrug of her shoulders and wings.] I can only do small magics, especially when compared to many others here in the Drabwurld, and my abilities are almost comical in comparison.

[She then arches a brow again, but rather than taking any offense she chortles softly in amusement and inclines her head in acknowledgment.]

I'll grant you that mayhap it is not the best of circumstances, but it could certainly be worse, hmm? [You could have arrived in the middle of a fire fight instead of a feast, Luse.

As he gives his name, she nods again.] Lusiphur. [A curious tilt of her head, then.] And which Court sought you out, Lusiphur? [She had her guess, but she'd let him affirm or deny at his pleasure.]

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[lusiphur]

[In his own world, Elves are one of the Fay races, and Lusiphur had been called a fairy more times in his young life than he could count... but crow he hates real fairies for exactly this reason. Fucking fairies and their sneaky political bullshit. They're worse than the High Elves on the Steps.

To all of this, he just sort of grumbles discontentedly, armed crossed over his chest. He really hates having to play at their game, but once he figures it out, he's going to be the best at it.]

The Unseelie requested the honor of my company with what felt like a bat the back of the head.