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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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[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?!

[candyrocks]

Yeah, sometimes. But not Wirt. He had to sneak his way into high school wearing platform shoes.

[fliesbynight]

[She can't help a soft 'snerk'.]

Well! It would be hard for most people to get into high school then.

[candyrocks]

It's one of the hardest kind of schools! Between you and me, it's not worth it.

[fliesbynight]

See, that's why everyone should go to magic school instead! I run one, you know.

[candyrocks]

Really? Can you do magic?

[fliesbynight]

Of course I can! I'm a very skilled magician. One of the best in the world, if I do say so myself.

[She sets her locket down and steps back, cupping her hands together. Then fire shoots up out of them.]

Ta-da! Mega magical power!

[candyrocks]

[Eyes going as wide as saucers.]

Wow...

Could you please transform me into a magical tiger? Pretty please? Thank you!

[fliesbynight]

I-- Wait why do you want to be a magic tiger?

[candyrocks]

I just really, really, really, really want to.

[fliesbynight]

W-Well, I maybe could with some practice. I've never transformed a human into anything before.

[candyrocks]

Great! You can practice on me, and it'll help you learn how!

[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.

[palaverous]

...I don't know. I feel like fairy law could get kind of messy.

[fliesbynight]

If it's worth suing over, it's worth suing over! The mess can be covered then! But seriously, how old are you guys? Your brother looks really young.

[palaverous]

Greg is... seven. Or maybe he's eight. ...Either way he's way too young to fight in a war. And I definitely never agreed to it.

[fliesbynight]

Seriously? He's way too young! That's beginning school young. But yeah the problem with this whole war thing is they don't care if you were asked or not. Now that is a mega-major lawsuit waiting to happen.

[palaverous]

Right? He can't be in a war. It's ridiculous. So I guess we have to sue uh, the queen or something like that? Wirt and Greg vs. The Seelie Court?

[fliesbynight]

I could totally do that! But I think first we should probably beat them in the war. Don't worry! For no charge at all I'll protect you guys. I can't really turn down kids anyway.

[Lemina says, barely being older than Wirt.]

[palaverous]

Wait. Aren't we the same age?

And who's the "they" to beat in the war? Wouldn't it be better just to... not fight in a war?

[fliesbynight]

I'm sixteen! How old are you? And well, it would be nice to not fight the war but it's hard to talk people out of those.

[palaverous]

I'm... fifteen. And definitely not old enough to go to law school. I haven't even thought about college yet. _{Well, I've thought about it but not seriously. Just like a little.}