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eachdraidh2015-06-07 03:12 pm
fairyfoes) wrote in eachdraidh2015-06-07 03:12 pm
[ VIDEO ] LOCKED TO EITHER COURT.
SEELIE
[At approximately midday on the seventh, the lockets of all Seelie characters will vibrate. When they are opened, the following message will play:
High-Queen Solais is seated in her throne. While she is radiant, while light seems to surround her, she appears diminished. Her light seems softer, like it is being filtered through a shroud. The throne of High-King Ridire at her side is empty, his spear laying across it in two shattered pieces. Beneath it rests a blood-stained golden cloak.]
It is with a heavy heart that I must share this news. High-King Ridire - His Most Glorious, The Just, Lord of Light, and First Warrior of Glaschu - has followed his Avatar Clarisse La Rue - Marchioness of the White Citadel and Goldenspear - in death, just as she followed him in life.
[Solais stands. Previously hidden in her gown, it’s clear now that she is wearing a belt and sheathed sword. The sword is drawn, and the queen sets it on a cushion born by a servant. The gold and glimmer of her dress begins to fade, changing from bright to dark, mournful black. Across Glaschu and in other Seelie-controlled areas, bells toll.]
To honour his passing, we will set our swords aside for one week save for in great need. We will not wear the gold that he so favoured. We will remember him, the blows he struck and took for us, for our cause.
[Here she pauses, her strength seeming to momentarily falter before Solais pulls herself up taller.]
Remember our fallen King. Remember that all things must end so that others may begin. And above all, Look For The Light.
UNSEELIE
[It’s in the evening that each and every Unseelie locket will open no matter where they are across the Drabwurld. It is not Morla’s face that greets them, instead it is Reul. He is a dark figure, menacing still even when but a simple projection. Tonight he exudes smugness -- from the high tilt of his chin, to the way his eyes shine from behind helmet. It’s perhaps the closest anyone in the Drabwurld has come to his face and maybe some might now be wishing to never see the sight again.
Reul is a frightening sight, especially when pleased. ]
Greetings brothers and sisters; those who are my most loyal. [His voice is a calm baritone, a teasing lilt of delight if you listen closely. ]
I come to you with glad tidings this night: High-King Ridire is dead, slain with his wretch of an Avatar. Tonight we are not victorious, but we are blessed. He who would have us slain; he who would see us slaughtered is naught but a memory.
[It will become obvious now, that Reul himself is not holding the locket. It pans out now, revealing Reul upon his throne and beside him sits Morla, dressed decidedly in gold. There is something reminiscent of a smile that lingers on the edges of her lips; it's a tight thing, but present. Her hand sits atop Reul's armoured one, a rare show of closeness. It's fitting, this evening. ]
Tonight we celebrate. Tonight we cast aside our weapons and we wear gold so that we may honour such a worthy foe. We invited you to share this glory with us; intimately and with the passion we are known for.
[Morla says nothing still; she lets Reul finish. It's after that she lifts her chin, her voice steady:]
And after we shall shed our gold and let it burn in the fires most pure; we will take arms anew and begin again.
[And it's done. ]
MOD NOTE There will be no NPC responses to this post. Solais will not be taking any visitors. Unseelie… have fun at the orgy.
[At approximately midday on the seventh, the lockets of all Seelie characters will vibrate. When they are opened, the following message will play:
High-Queen Solais is seated in her throne. While she is radiant, while light seems to surround her, she appears diminished. Her light seems softer, like it is being filtered through a shroud. The throne of High-King Ridire at her side is empty, his spear laying across it in two shattered pieces. Beneath it rests a blood-stained golden cloak.]
It is with a heavy heart that I must share this news. High-King Ridire - His Most Glorious, The Just, Lord of Light, and First Warrior of Glaschu - has followed his Avatar Clarisse La Rue - Marchioness of the White Citadel and Goldenspear - in death, just as she followed him in life.
[Solais stands. Previously hidden in her gown, it’s clear now that she is wearing a belt and sheathed sword. The sword is drawn, and the queen sets it on a cushion born by a servant. The gold and glimmer of her dress begins to fade, changing from bright to dark, mournful black. Across Glaschu and in other Seelie-controlled areas, bells toll.]
To honour his passing, we will set our swords aside for one week save for in great need. We will not wear the gold that he so favoured. We will remember him, the blows he struck and took for us, for our cause.
[Here she pauses, her strength seeming to momentarily falter before Solais pulls herself up taller.]
Remember our fallen King. Remember that all things must end so that others may begin. And above all, Look For The Light.
UNSEELIE
[It’s in the evening that each and every Unseelie locket will open no matter where they are across the Drabwurld. It is not Morla’s face that greets them, instead it is Reul. He is a dark figure, menacing still even when but a simple projection. Tonight he exudes smugness -- from the high tilt of his chin, to the way his eyes shine from behind helmet. It’s perhaps the closest anyone in the Drabwurld has come to his face and maybe some might now be wishing to never see the sight again.
Reul is a frightening sight, especially when pleased. ]
Greetings brothers and sisters; those who are my most loyal. [His voice is a calm baritone, a teasing lilt of delight if you listen closely. ]
I come to you with glad tidings this night: High-King Ridire is dead, slain with his wretch of an Avatar. Tonight we are not victorious, but we are blessed. He who would have us slain; he who would see us slaughtered is naught but a memory.
[It will become obvious now, that Reul himself is not holding the locket. It pans out now, revealing Reul upon his throne and beside him sits Morla, dressed decidedly in gold. There is something reminiscent of a smile that lingers on the edges of her lips; it's a tight thing, but present. Her hand sits atop Reul's armoured one, a rare show of closeness. It's fitting, this evening. ]
Tonight we celebrate. Tonight we cast aside our weapons and we wear gold so that we may honour such a worthy foe. We invited you to share this glory with us; intimately and with the passion we are known for.
[Morla says nothing still; she lets Reul finish. It's after that she lifts her chin, her voice steady:]
And after we shall shed our gold and let it burn in the fires most pure; we will take arms anew and begin again.
[And it's done. ]
MOD NOTE There will be no NPC responses to this post. Solais will not be taking any visitors. Unseelie… have fun at the orgy.
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[A pause, and he stops himself from mentioning Pandora, knowing she wouldn't get it.]
You're not traveling alone, are you? Nobody should be, not now.
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[ Sometimes it feels like all you've got. That's why she's grateful for the people she does have and knows she can count on. They give her more than just hope; they give her reason and drive.
But at his question, she smiles gently and shakes her head. ]
No, I'm not. I was lucky enough to run into some friends from my world. They've been taking good care of me.
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[He rubs his shoulder, thinking about all the nonsense he'd already gotten into with Steve. It really was like old times, in a way. Of course, this Steve was younger, but that didn't make him less...Steve. And Kamala? Sweet kid.]
Probably going to travel myself. Out west, see what that's like, then up towards that Station place. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask. Maybe we'll run into one another again soon.
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[ Having friends from home who were already situated has made a huge difference. She has a place she can stay for the moment and people she feels safe with. When it comes down to it, that's what she values the most. Home is where the heart is, after all. ]
I'd like that. The Station is amazing. Please let me know if you find anything interesting.
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[Home is definitely where the heart is. And Cap is the heart of the Avengers, no matter the world. A man Hercules would follow to the ends of the earth.]
And I'll do that, most definitely. You too, though. Let's try and link up there towards month's end, and as Amadeus would say...exchange notes.
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[ That's the sentiment she's come to accept. Just as Korra and Mako had been happy to see her.
She smiles. ]
That sounds like a plan. There's a whole lot to take in, but we've got to start somewhere.
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[He nods too, making a fist and and smacking his palm with it.]
We do, yes. Stay in touch, Asami, and may Zeus bring you fair weather on your way.
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You too, Hercules. Please be safe.