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Nico "The Phantom Diviner" di Angelo ([personal profile] fell_to_hell) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh2014-05-22 10:55 am

[Video: Seelie] 02 Shadows

[Private: Jason Grace]

[Nico makes a private call to Jason. As he's not sure anybody has told the guy where the son of Hades is or if he's even alive.]

Grace. I'm in my room at Caer Glaem. Shadow traveling my team out of Caer Scima took more out of me than I thought.

[Read: he's been unconscious.]

Sorry if...nobody told you?

[Super unsure about this.]

[End private message]

[Hello, Caer Glaem. Nico has been unconscious since getting most everyone out from Caer Scima (the 19th of May). He...kind of went into a dead faint. Now, he's awake! Not that he looks any better. Indeed, the teenager actually looks a bit sick and like he can use more sleep.

However, he is determined to at least make this post to the magical locket network. Then he can rest again.]


I've heard that I might not have gotten everyone out of Caer Scima. I want to apologize for that. It was...more draining than I thought it would be. I'm afraid I won't be able to help anyone get back for at least a couple weeks.

[And he does look sincerely apologetic, not to mention guilty, about it.]

Even then...it might just be faster to get here the old fashioned way than shadow travel, depending on how far people are from Caer Glaem.
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[personal profile] marred 2014-05-22 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at any other time, luke might actually respond with a don't worry, man. he's heard, first-hand, what shadow travel does to the poor kid. using an ability to the length nico had is exhausting — luke compares it to opening one hundred locks, one after the other. but considering his company and how tense, sore, and exhausted he is at the moment — and all he wants to do is crawl into his bed and perhaps die there, but there's no bed to be found, just cold, hard ground, and even more tension — it's safe to say luke's not in the best of moods. if he could sleep for a day, and perhaps not worry about clarisse's well-being or her taking off the moment his back is turned — or slipping her spear into his, as he knows she's still pissed at him — then maybe all would be fine. but nothing is ever fine, not when it comes to luke castellan. he hadn't even perked up, not even when the fairies had come and asked them of what he had desired as a reward for doing what he does best — stealing things. he'd been sarcastic and exhausted when he'd asked for the one thing that has plagued his mind for years, but he's never given voice to. ]

[ luke's not grinning, nor being his usual annoying self when he clicks away at his locket. ] See you in six months. If we don't get eaten by orcs or trolls or I don't kill myself because of La Rue. [ his mouth purses. ] ... Again.

[ he's not being fair and he knows it. but who else can he vent to? ]
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[personal profile] marred 2014-05-23 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ ugh, the hero reeks in nico. where this kid should say sorry, but i'm closed for the summer, he acts like he's going to do something so utterly stupid, like use up all his energy in a bid to find them. ]

And possibly kill yourself in the process. [ even while being salty, luke is still a little compassionate. ] Didn't realise you were so eager to meet up with your dad, Di Angelo. [ as he knows he's potentially gone too far, what with his saltiness, he grits out. ] We're fine. I've got my shoes. [ that he's not game enough to use, let alone touch clarisse in a bid to see if they can take the weight of the dara, him and his baggage, and her with her anger. ]
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[personal profile] marred 2014-05-30 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
We're close. [ but not close enough, in his opinion. for a kid who likes to move quickly, their pace is too slow. he pushes himself too hard, expecting them to be beyond the station by now. an unrealistic expectation, but luke likes to aim high. ] Maybe a few days, if we're lucky to not get ambushed. [ touch wood. ]