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.

Comments

[selfimage]

So the pretense for victory is "kill everyone, burn it to the ground."

Somehow that sounds awfully brutal, even for those trying to bring a quick apocalypse.

[boutant]

The war wasn't at this scale until this battle. I'm not sure what happened.

[selfimage]

[ that gets his attention. ]

You mean there could be one of those terrible, awful, no-good little catalysts I've heard so much about?

[boutant]

I- what?

[ Sorry Loki, she's not quite thinking straight at the moment. Covered in blood and all. ]

[selfimage]

Something set this off. Like pushing over a domino.

[boutant]

Oh- yeah, it... something must have. But I don't know what.

[selfimage]

Perhaps you should ... prep for a shower and have some ice cream? The head back to the problems at hand.

[ lOOKING AT YOUR CLOTHES, BRUH. despite that, he's pretty unperturbed. ]

[boutant]

I'll just get more blood on me.

[ A slight snort. ]

Ice cream'll be nice when this is over, though.

[selfimage]

And you wouldn't want to get blood in your ice cream.

[ jOKE, JOKE?? OK. ]

[boutant]

[ A joke so ridiculous that it makes her laugh, even with the circumstances. ]

No, definitely not.

[selfimage]

[ yes, good. a decent laugh is worth a lot, even in dire circumstances. he's internally satisfied. ]

If you're offering refuge to those tricksy enough to head through the fire, I may just take you up on that.

Having nothing to do with the ice cream, of course.

[ maybe everything to do with ice cream, ok. ]

[boutant]

Absolutely. And those that tricky might be able to help me out a great deal, actually -- with rewards, of course.

Including ice cream.

[ ice cream for all ]

[selfimage]

You had me at rewards—well, really, the ice cream was just the cherry on top of the ice cream.

[boutant]

I'll see you at the spire when this is over, then.