[Video: Seelie] 02 Shadows

[fell_to_hell]

[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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[rues]

[ it hasn't been pleasant being stuck with luke for three days, but she's managing. she's a little pissed that the fairies who came to ask them about their boons couldn't just magic them back to the castle, but whatever. at least she didn't punt the little shit back where he came from before she requested her father's chariot. she's not really expecting to get it, but, hey. who knows. ]

Don't look so depressed, di Angelo. [ except he always looks depressed. she figures that's just a natural son of hades expression. anyway. ] We can take care of ourselves. I've already requested alternative transportation.

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[marred]

[ 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? ]

[action]

[oursavinggrace]

[by the sudden, very insistent knocking on your door, it's probably very obvious that yeah, no one told him.]

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[showmeyourwreath]

You did what you could, which was pretty amazing and all anyone can ask for. If it's any comfort, though, I can help bring back anyone else that needs it.

[Her lips turn downward in a show of concern.]

You don't look so well, though.