audio | unseelie locked | february 7th, post-destruction of caer scima.

[boutant]

[ She would use the video function but there's blood everywhere -- on her hands, her mouth, her chin. There will be more, if she has her way. Her voice is tight with barely concealed emotion -- rage, worry. Next to her comes the low sounds of a wolf who seems to be in pain; poor Brennan had felt it when Caer Scima was attacked, his howl having split across the battlefield like a clap of thunder. ]

If you can be spared or have the capacity, go put out the fires in La Llorona. Caer Scima's destroyed, if you haven't already heard the news. Any refugees can head for the third spire, if they need a place to go. I'd offer my manor as well, but you'll have to get through the burning forest to get there. Still, if you can, it's open to you.

[ A hissed breath. ]

Let me know if you're out of there. And- if anyone knows if a vampire named Aindrea got out of Caer Scima, please tell me.

Oh, and if you still think this war doesn't involve you, is something you can avoid? You're an idiot.

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[boutant]

They see the shard, the court -- it's all they care about.

[ She sighs. ]

I know Seelie shardbearers who would have tried to get me out, but- they didn't know. No one knew, no one except the people who put me in there and, somehow, High-Queen Morla. She's the only reason I'm not still there, or dead.

[uneulogized]

Who did that to you?

[It's asked like he's still piecing it out. He doesn't think there's all bad people on either side. He counts himself as bad. Not "worthy of death." No damn way, but bad, in the general sense? Sure. But he's met people who don't qualify for that at all.

It figures it'd work that way for the Seelie, but enough were on the battlefield to make him not want to have even a little faith in them.]

[boutant]

Which part?

[ There's a slight snort. ]

Nico di Angelo is the one who stopped me, but he left me alone. A man named Faolan -- formerly Unseelie, essentially a traitor and now shardless, I think -- tried to use me to gain trust with the Seelie; I found out about that later. Native Seelie guards are the ones who put me in the cell and threw away the key.

[uneulogized]

[He processes that information carefully.]

Don't blame the Nico guy for that, but Faolan, that one ... [Jason shakes his head.] Well, he'd better be shardless.

And did it work? Did they eat up his offering, to show that he'd screw over his own so he could run with them? Did they care that he screwed you over?

[boutant]

No. Not that time, anyway.

[ Or so he'd said at Samhain. ]

He's fighting under their banners now, though.

[uneulogized]

Well, at least they have that going for them. [He sighs after a moment.]

Have you taken your revenge?

[boutant]

Mostly I shouted at him a lot.

[uneulogized]

If that's satisfying.

[It doesn't sound satisfying, but he's biased.]

[boutant]

Not really. But that was- before this.

[uneulogized]

Right. [It's said in an understanding tone, but it's a little clipped.]

Well, you offered me advice at the feast, so—after all of this? If you need some help, let me know. [And if it's to take revenge, he'll be her wing man. But he doesn't offer that, exactly.

He doesn't really know her, even if he's definitely both sympathetic and respectful after their talk.]

[boutant]

[ There's a pause, then a slight smile that's evident in her tone. ]

Thanks.

[uneulogized]

[He makes a sound of acknowledgement.]

No problem.