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[palaverous]

[A boy, probably around the age of 14 or 15, peers into the locket. He looks extremely nervous. He twists his fingers together and there’s sweat upon his brow.]

Hey! Uh hey. So my name is Wirt and this is my brother Greg. We’re uh… new here. Though I guess that’s obvious. _{It is obvious isn’t it. N-nevermind.}

[At the bottom of the picture, a small face keeps popping in and out of view as its owner hops up and down, trying to look. For the most part, you can only see a teapot hat and a pair of eyes, which keep dipping below the view.]

It’s me -- [vanishing from the picture] Psst, down here! [popping back up into the picture.] It’s me, Greg! [And popping out of the picture] Wirt, let me see! I want to say hi!

Be quiet, Greg. I’m trying to talk to these people and you’re making me look bad.

A-anyway. The thing is me and my brother were lost and were trying to get home and now we’re here. Even more… lost. And...in a war. Which is kind of, I dunno, weird. I mean Greg is seven and I’m in high school. Is it even legal to draft us into a war? I mean, don’t we have rights or anything like that? _{Do we have a fairy lawyer or something like that? Do fairies have lawyers?}

I’m starting to question the thought process behind this whole thing.

[By now, the smaller boy has given up on hopping up and down, and has instead walked off. You can see him in the background now; obviously a small kid with a lot of energy. He hops up one more time to wave, and then turns around and starts peering off into the trees behind them.]

Oh, did you ask if they need help picking out better uniforms?

[Wirt looks down at his brother and gives him a look of complete disinterest.] Greg. No one is wearing uniforms. This is like… one of those ragtag militias or something like that.

[Greg stops his looking around for a second, turns back around, and resumes hopping up and down again. This time he’s far enough back that you can still see him whether or not he hops, but he doesn’t seem to be aware of that.]

Right, and that’s [huff puff] exactly my point, because if we’re in a war, don’t you think --

No, Greg. We shouldn’t even be here. See I’m trying to talk to these people to get us home. So just… be quiet.

[Greg stops whatever thought he was about to say when Wirt interrupts him. He frowns, looking skeptical for all of a second, before smiling and making an ‘okay’ gesture with his hand.]

Yeah, okay! Good idea. I’ll be quiet and see if I can find the bad guys, and meanwhile you come up with the plan!

[With that, he seems satisfied. In fact, he wanders off again behind them, this time wandering very quietly and vanishing from sight behind one of the trees.]

So anyway, as I was say-

[Loudly whispered from somewhere beyond the trees.] Wirt! [And less whispered, poking his head out from behind a tree.] Hey Wirt! There’s a bear. I wonder if he knows directions! I’ll go ask. [With that, he vanishes again, wandering off into the woods.]

That’s great, Greg. [Said with all the air of someone who doesn’t care one little bit and is not in the least bit concerned] Anyway, if you could just point us back to the way out of here. Away from the war and armies and other things that are dangerous and not child-appropriate that would be great. If we don’t get home soon, things are going to start getting messy. And my mom’s going to be furious. And I’ll get lectured and grounded and that sort of thing.

[A beat. There’s something missing. Everything is far too quiet. Hmmm. What could it be. Oh that’s right.]

Greg? Greg? Where did you run off to?

((OOC; both Greg and Wirt will be replying!))

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[palaverous]

[Well.

This is.

Awkward.

He picks up the locket again]

Greg?

[candyrocks]

[Greg had completely forgotten he had a locket of his own until this moment.

He opens his, but doesn't say anything.]

[palaverous]

Greg.

Get back here.

[TRYING TO HAVE AUTHORITY. FAILING.]

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[fliesbynight]

Tell me what a high school is and I'll figure out a way to sue!

[candyrocks]

[Over his own locket.]

It's a school you can only get into if you're over eight feet tall!

[fliesbynight]

What?! People get that tall?!

[palaverous]

It's...

Wait, are you a fairy lawyer?

[fliesbynight]

Me? No way. I'm not a lawyer at all but I have done an intensive study on law. Of course, law probably works differently here but it can't be that different from my home.

[muscovy]

[He sounds way too happy for the words that he is delivering (but then, he sounds happy most of the time.]

You cannot leave before the war is over, and I don't think that it will be over in a long, long time.

[candyrocks]

How long? [Likewise, he sounds pretty happy to have gotten such a pronouncement.] A day? Two days? A week? Two weeks? A month? A thousand years? Four days?

[muscovy]

It has gone on for centuries, and neither party seems to really be interested in ending it, even though they say so.

I think they like being at war. So a few centuries at least.

[palaverous]

...Well.

That's kind of ominous, And the opposite of reassuring.

[muscovy]

If you are mortal, you will most likely die here.

[Does that help?]

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[writeswrongs]

Hey. I met your little brother at the feast. So it's true that you guys were brought here by the fairies? You don't have parents here or anything?

[Castle is a little annoyed, though he's trying not to show it because he's not annoyed at the boys. He's annoyed at people who would bring children to fight in a war. Teens are one thing (he's not fond of that either) but a boy Greg's age? Inexcusable. At least the boy has his older brother, even if Wirt does seem overly exhausted with him.]

[palaverous]

Uh.

I guess we were. Well. Actually we were wandering around in the woods because Greg got us lost and we were trying to get to Adelaide, the good woman of the pasture. But then we saw these fairies and Greg ran after them and here we are.

Out parents are back home. Where we were trying to go before all this. ...That was too much information wasn't it? _{It was. Way too much.}

[writeswrongs]

[It wasn't that it was too much information, as much as it was that Castle couldn't follow most of it. But he's used to people coming from places he's never heard of by now.]

I was hoping maybe you guys belonged to some natives or that your parents had come with you. This place is about to become even more dangerous than it usually is.

[candyrocks]

Hi again!

[Waving!]

Yeah, so, that's my brother Wirt. We both came here to fight in the war, probably. He's pretty good at it. This one time, he fell on a gorilla.

[writeswrongs]

Hey, Greg. [Castle's not going to let the boy see that he's worried. And oh yeah he's also not ok with them fighting in any war.] Fell on a gorilla? How did that happen?

1/2 (not here) (i'm sorry)

[lycanthnope]

[ this is the other side of the war.

this is what they're fighting (or would be fighting, if jackson cared enough).

this. a nerd and his little brother. don't think about how awful it is to all be a bunch of child soldiers; focus on the nerd and his little brother. that's how he'll get through this. ]

2/2 video

[lycanthnope]

You're really worried about being grounded at a time like this?

[palaverous]

N-Not at a time like this. But after a time like this. _{Or something like that.} Once we get... home?

[candyrocks]

You can't ground me! 'cause you can't catch me!

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[digophelia]

[ Oh, no, they're precious. Alice smiles as she watches them. ]

You poor dears, are you both alright?

[palaverous]

...D-dear? _{But I'm like... in high school.}

[candyrocks]

Hello!

Yeah, I'm okay! We're just lost, I guess. Do you know how to go home?