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eachdraidh2015-02-02 02:38 am
skjalf) wrote in eachdraidh2015-02-02 02:38 am
β I βΊ video γopen to both courts & backdated to 02/01γ
( Her progress in working out what her locket does is very much a WIP. Still, she has fiddled with it enough to activate whatever magic controls the moving images of people. This is in an invaluable tool in her eyes, because she has precisely the purpose to put such a resource to use. Keenly aware that appearances matter especially so upon making a first impression, she is dressed elegantly, and her hair is mostly left in loose waves, some cloth-of-gold ribbon threaded throughout. She keeps the look on her face pleasant, but cool.
There is no benefit for the time being in playing the fool, as she had at home. The warmth of her smile does not extend to her eyes, not yet. Instead they hold a light of curiosity, and a great amount of seriousness. Her awareness of the situation at hand is dim but for this: she is not dreaming. She has lost all, and stands to gain everything if she but works for it. Just as her father had won the throne of England: with smiles, charm and good business sense.
Her address, then, is an earnest one. )
Good day to you, one and all. I know not how many of you there are, or from whence you come. Yet if I may, I would humbly beg a favour, if you would be so gracious as to indulge me: your acquaintance.
Indeed, I would meet as many of you as might be possible. And, if you would be even more indulgent, information pertaining to the state of affairs in this land and abroad. I find myself possessed of a desire to know the full scope of things here ere I chart my course and navigate myself through whatever trials I may face here.
( Now, finally, the warmth enters her eyes. She has no choice; it would not do for all the land to bear witness to her grief. )
I am Elizabeth Plantagenet of England. It is my hope that I will be able to repay any kindness shown me sooner rather than later. I look forward to meeting and speaking with many of you!
Until then, farewell. Deus vobiscum.
There is no benefit for the time being in playing the fool, as she had at home. The warmth of her smile does not extend to her eyes, not yet. Instead they hold a light of curiosity, and a great amount of seriousness. Her awareness of the situation at hand is dim but for this: she is not dreaming. She has lost all, and stands to gain everything if she but works for it. Just as her father had won the throne of England: with smiles, charm and good business sense.
Her address, then, is an earnest one. )
Good day to you, one and all. I know not how many of you there are, or from whence you come. Yet if I may, I would humbly beg a favour, if you would be so gracious as to indulge me: your acquaintance.
Indeed, I would meet as many of you as might be possible. And, if you would be even more indulgent, information pertaining to the state of affairs in this land and abroad. I find myself possessed of a desire to know the full scope of things here ere I chart my course and navigate myself through whatever trials I may face here.
( Now, finally, the warmth enters her eyes. She has no choice; it would not do for all the land to bear witness to her grief. )
I am Elizabeth Plantagenet of England. It is my hope that I will be able to repay any kindness shown me sooner rather than later. I look forward to meeting and speaking with many of you!
Until then, farewell. Deus vobiscum.
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I am pleased to meet you, sir, wherever you hail from. Ah.. yes, war. Such was sadly nearly the norm at home, as well. I am saddened to hear it. Know-you the cause behind all of this enmity? I should like to understand more of the situation.
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[ If you're from medieval times, and actually, she just might be. ]
I dunno for sure, but what I've gotten from it is that basically, the Seelie and Unseelie need to learn to share, [ he says with a shrug. ] It's about power, and chaos versus order. Because of course it is. [ Isn't it always? ] The monarchs have been telling us that the Unseelie want to destroy the world, or something. Not sure why.
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( BINGO! Late medieval, early renaissance. She is an interesting mishmash of ye olden values and insatiable curiosity. )
Truth be told, I have been hearing similar propaganda here in the Unseelie court. ( Well, she will call a spade a spade. ) It is never so simple, is it? No conflict may truly be black and white like that. There is more beneath the surface, I know it. My country has endured half a century of civil war, and power was a primary motivator.
However, I wonder if this will be simply power for the High kings and queens of this land, or for us, as well.
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Makes sense they'd say the same things. The whole point of bringing all of us here is to get us to fight their war for them, and telling us the other is out to just destroy everything is a good way to do it. [ Isn't that basically how he'd gotten involved with fighting Gaea, mother aside? ] Whatever that "more" is, they haven't told us yet.
[ At least the gods were sort of predictable. Yeah, they wanted to stay in power - of course they did - but they were also the best option for not getting the world destroyed, one way or another. ]
Some people can earn rank in the court, [ Leo says with a shrug. ] That counts as power, right? Even I have some rank, outside of the whole... [ cue air quotes ] "prince" thing, though it isn't much.
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Of course. Propaganda is a very powerful tool when employed correctly. However I must say it is not in this case, as so many of us question it.
( Elizabeth tilts her head, more than a trifle curious. ) Are you a prince, then? At home, I am a princess.
Though it seems as though I shall have to go about earning my favours as surely as any aspiring noble. I would like rank, yes. If it is earned.
And I would employ it to help the natives here, whom I have heard have little say in the goings-on of their own land.
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And I think the main reason it's not working so well here is that we've been brought here against our will to fight their war for them. That would rub anyone wrong. [ Himself included, and doing someone else's dirty work comes naturally with being a demigod.
Speaking of which, he shrugs. ] Not really, but apparently they count being a demigod as prince or princess status. Not that I'm complaining - we get awesome rooms for it! It doesn't get us much more than that, though. We still have to work for actual rank.
The natives... don't really seem to like us, though, [ Leo says, rubbing the back of his neck. ] People have been trying to make the Shardbearers look bad, and apparently it's working.
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Of course. Though in my case, I suppose I was done a favour. My land has just been conquered by— ( WAIT. What? ) pardon me, but did you say you are a demi-god?
( Good lord! Fairies, creatures of legend, more magic than she can shake a stick at—and demi-gods apparently. What is next? )
I cannot entirely blame them, should that be the case. But it would be beneficial to form diplomatic ties with them. One never knows when such an alliance might prove useful.
( Well, that sucks. Her brow furrows. )
Is that being investigated?
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Not everyone hates it here, but for a lot of us, it's just very different from what we're used to. It takes a while to adjust. [ Technology, argh. It's the most frustrating thing ever. ] And yeah, I said demigod. I'm a son of Hephaestus.
[ No big deal. ]
Good luck with that. As far as I know, they've never liked the Shardbearers. But this anti-Shardbearer thing is kind of a new thing, I think. I'm pretty sure someone's looking into it, but from what I'm getting, it's hard to find out anything. They're just kind of there and gone again, just like that.
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I can imagine! It is very reminiscent of the High Middle Ages here. ( Which is ye olden times even in her day. Oops? Elizabeth widens her eyes at his revelation, unsure of how to react. In the end.. )
That would imply that the classical gods actually exist. ( She needs to sit down. ) That perhaps the goddess I am said to be descended from lives.
( And those stories and this power aren't just coincidental, made-up, or otherwise a crock of shit. She ends up smiling wryly. )
As far as I know, sir, we cannot rightly blame them. This world is theirs, and we pose a threat to its existence, to their villages, their families and livelihood, and their entire way of life. What I know is this: for a time, however brief, my father was able to broker a treaty with France, a country which most assuredly does hate my own.
If that is possible, then anything might be with time and patience. ( There and gone again, huh? )
How new would you say this phenomenon is?
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"The High Middle Ages"...? When are you from, again?
It was weird for me to hear about that, too. My family was Catholic, so it was a little weird, but it actually kind of made sense. [ Suddenly his eyebrows go up, curiosity piqued. ] So you're supposed to be - what did the Romans call them again? - a legacy? Which goddess?
The monarchs have said that the world was in danger even before they started pulling us here, though. The only difference is that the war is heating up, but even that's been going on basically forever. Good luck trying to get a treaty between the courts with that kind of history.
[ He shrugs. ] Relatively new, I think? I haven't really been paying that much attention. I've been busy with other stuff.
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( With some wry amusement: ) The late Middle Ages. It was the year of Our Lord fourteen eighty-five at home. Believe me, there is a difference.
That being the case, my family is also Catholic. Though.. ( She nods. Ditto to things making a little sense. ) I know not what the Romans might call me, but the deity's name is Melusina. The legend of her union with a human nobleman is a popular one in Burgundy.
One does not achieve aught if one does not try. Is that not so, even in the future? I would at least attempt it rather than to give up and accept the status quo without even having made an effort to foster positive change.
( Oh. Well. ) I thank you, all the same.
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1485. [ He lets out a low whistle. ] And here I'm from 2015. [ Big difference. What do you even say about that? ]
Legacies are the ones who aren't the god or goddess's kid, but they're descended from them somewhere down the line. I don't know much else about their powers, if they even have any or if they just get weaker through the generations or whatever. I didn't really get a chance to ask. [ He was a little busy being possessed, oops. ] Never heard of Melusina. She's not in the Greek pantheon, is she?
It's worth a shot, I guess, [ Leo says with a shrug. ] A lot of us aren't really feeling the whole "court alliance" thing, anyway; we're just kind of thrown into whatever and expected to deal with it. The monarchs are a lot like the gods in that way.
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Ah. Yes. ( She has learned this is a ye olden days to many of the people here. Like the High Middle Ages are for her. ) My God, but that is quite the difference.
( It's making her a bit dizzy. ) One day I will ask you about it. I cannot imagine what the land must be like in six centuries.
I see! Well, I suppose now is your time to discover that, if the legends are in fact true. Melusina is not of the Greek pantheon, no. The tale originates from the area of Luxembourg and Burgundy in France. She wed a mortal, the Count of Poitou on the condition that he never intrude upon her privacy. They are said to have had many children, and she built his castle with her magic. Yet when he eventually disguised himself and broke his vow to her, she flew into a rage and left him, never to be seen again.
But.. I hear her, when a member of my mother's side of the family should perish. A wailing, mournful and lamenting upon the river. I had thought it merely my imagination.
I suppose they may be, but I intend to examine this situation from all sides ere deciding my course. All we may do here is what we think best, and to aid one another should we become in need.
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You might be able to get an idea of it if you go to the Station. It's not perfect, but it's the closest Fairy World gets. I could give you a tour, and show you what everything does. [ It's not like he's had a lot to do since he came here. Action seems to come in fits and starts for him, and it makes him restless. ] I've been meaning to go back there for a while, anyway.
Sounds like something a goddess would do. The Greeks have plenty of stories along those lines. [ And none of them end well. ] That almost sounds like a banshee kind of thing, but I'd never heard if they're real or not. They scream when someone dies, too. Maybe you are a legacy. [ Interesting to know that can happen for pantheons besides the Greeks and Romans. Their gods seem pretty intent on making sure their followers all believe that they're the only group around, though it makes so much sense for there to be many different pantheons still around and in the shadows. ]
Yep, and that's the life of a demigod in a nutshell. Good luck with that. Maybe if you figure something out, this war will be over without that much fighting. I dunno about you, but I'd rather not die, especially not in my own world.
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( The Station. What an odd name! ) There is no other I would wish to do so, SeΓ±or. Whatever I might learn of this place and the future of our world, I would know the whole of it.
( RED ALERT. RED ALERT. MEDIEVAL NERD SIGHTED. )
To my knowledge, she is oft referred to as either a goddess or a faerie. Though if she is the latter, she is more than a trifle unlike those I imagine must populate the Seelie realm. I know not what being such would mean for me, nor for my sisters. Is that a good thing?
Believe me, the last thing I wish for is an early death. I must survive, as most of my family does not. And I would see that the rest of us might, as well. Overly optimistic is far preferable a state to enjoy than an excess of pessimism, is it not?
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Sweet! Let me know when you're around, then, and I'll give you the grand tour. We can even get you a T-shirt while we're there! [ Can't leave without your souvenir, you know. And he's excited to meet someone not from modern times that actually cares about this stuff! Most seem to just ignore it. Bring on the nerdery; he won't judge. ]
Yeah, I doubt you'd be related to these little guys, [ Leo says with a laugh. They're far from dignified, even worse than some of the nymphs from camp, and those girls could get wild - literally. ] Being a legacy just means you have divine blood somewhere down the line. Not really good or bad, I guess, unless you get their powers and use them the wrong way. We don't get much of those in the Greek camp, but the Romans have a bunch.
[ But the Romans also have a safe place for their demigods to go after camp, which the Greeks don't. That makes it a lot easier to have legacies running around. ]
I feel you on that one. Supposedly, us Greek demigods rarely live past age 20. It's messed up. I could totally go for some optimism when it comes to staying alive.