eachdraidh | Voice (Unseelie Network)

Unseelie Locket Network, voice

In light of the decree given by the Black Shuck, I am seeking to try and create a database of banshee sightings, to try and help get teams of people or individuals out to the exact location and to give them a hand. To that extent, if anyone is willing to volunteer where they’re interested in heading, so that a note of it might be made and more ground can be be covered by others checking to see if an area has been seen to, please let me know. The goal is to organize something useful, so that this can be done as completely as plausible.

Thank you in advance for your help, and I wish you luck in your endevours.

To Hermione-Net, voice

Hi all. To make a long story short, with the temporary lax standards the Shuck has forced our monarchs to to take, I’m temporarily allowing Unseelie and Seelie alike into the Barrel to try and get this banshee task attended to in the most concise manner possible. I’m trying to collect all possible sightings, and I’ll be happy to pass on spots to check out for anyone who’s interested in restoring their voices.

Obviously for everyone’s safety I’m going to ask that those of you making use of the Barrel try and not go too far astray from the task before us. However, if you need a place for final farewells, I’m not exactly going to stop you either.

Please let me know if you have questions, otherwise I do look forward to seeing a number of you for a final round of cooperation before we have to get back to killing each other.

[ooc: Please let me know what network you're replying on. Also Barrel link for all your cooperation needs!]

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[Waver mouths a little thank you for the extra hand, and it's sweet to see that Roxana doesn't seem to even care that someone who isn't family has picked her up.]

Who was it?

Korra, Mako, their child.

[ Harry can't help but smile at the way she's sleeping. Such a fine little girl. ]

They threatened me with all sorts of, ah, interesting things if I dared to speak to Hermione.

The assholes who destroyed Redgate.

[It is a correction, but one with venom. Waver doesn't bother to hide it either.]

If they took it upon themselves to do that without Hermione's permission, then shame on them for their self righteousness. They wouldn't be welcome here if they ever visited.

[Waver uses his foot to toe open the door to the girls' nursery, all green. Trees are painted in the walls, fake branches dangle down from the ceiling boasting mobiles of animals and painted leaves, the floor below looks like that of a vibrant forest. Six cribs are enchanted to change into the right size beds as the dryads grow, and the blankets are all a summer weight.]

[ Harry lets out a breath he'd been holding as he looks around the nursery. ]

You're a good father. These are lucky girls.

[ There's a weight to what he says. ]

Thank you. It's...an awful lot of guesswork.

[The weight is unmistakable, but Waver can't place why it's there. Still, Waver gets a smile, before Waver approaches one of the beds. This is the hard part, getting both girls down, and then only rising with one in his arms.]

All born out of messing up massively because of Reynard no less.

You seem to be doing well at it. I don't really know much about how to raise or care for children beyond the basics. Food, roof, clothes, don't lock them in things.

[ Harry gestures that he's not sure if the girls have assigned cribs. If Waver gives him some direction, he'll put her down wherever he suggests.
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Second one in from your left.

[There we go. That's one in, all tucked in and safe, and up Waver goes, the second daughter still snug against his shoulder.]

I think that's as much as everyone knows. Dryads need more sun though. Part plant and all.

[Harry lays her down in the crib and makes sure she's still comfortably sleeping. It's funny, he adores children, but is completely convinced that he should never, ever even consider finding a partner to have one. Not here. Not now.]

Thank you, Waver.

You're welcome. And thank you for saving me a trip, I do appreciate it.

[Waver moves over to the next bed, putting the other girl down and tucking her in.]

Any time. You know that, don't you? Anything you need, I'm here.

I know that. But you know the same holds true for you too, right? Even if it's just telling me that there's been someone stupid enough to try and scare you.

There's no need to worry. I won't likely talk to her again for some time, if at all. I'm not the person she wants to see.

Can I ask how you're so sure?

We met up and spoke. It was cordial and we can be civil, but she looks at me as if I'm a stranger. She said so, too. She doesn't recognize me, she can't see past 'the monster'.

[ Harry could've dealt with all of that. He could take that and still come back for more. ]

I, umm, it came down to a choice. She didn't give me an ultimatum, but her opinion on Linn is clear.

[At least it was direct. None of this he-said-she-said-other-people-doing-the-work bullshit. Waver sighs, the statement explaining Harry's questions at Damon's Oasis.]

And Linn is the deal breaker. I understand.

Hermione's not wrong. I've broken almost every law we have and we both know that I've always had the potential to go awry.

To be fair, "bound body and soul to the undead daughter of Reul that needs to eat the living" is a bit much to take in and she doesn't even know the half of it.

[Waver motions for Harry to follow him, leaving the nursery behind.]

Is Hermione a bit of an acting conscience for you back home?

[ With one last look at the rich, green nursery, Harry follows Waver. ]

She always knew the rules and what was right and wrong. She cares so much.

And did it rein you in, every so often?

[Waver doesn't dare close the door - it's how he makes sure that he can run in and check on the girls at any hour of the night.]

Nearly always. She was usually right, of course.

[ He's got an idea of where this is going, but he's not sure. ]

That's why she's struggling with you now then. The dynamic between you has long since changed, and the Drabwurld accelerates growth.

I don't know that it's a struggle any more. I know she's disappointed in me, so's Remus, and I know that I should be well over this. It is what is.

I'm sorry, I've just been out of sorts lately.

That you care means you still value them. They're from home, they've been through things with you. It's inevitable.

[Waver shrugs it all off.]

And it's all right. It's just very obvious when you're off, and you're a friend. Hence, I'll always worry and want to know what's going on in your head.

Rocks, mostly. That's what's in here.

[ Harry nods as solemnly and sincerely as he can.]

...well, at least a rock.

[ Helpfully, he taps his finger on his false eye. ]

[Waver snorts, undignified.]

You've got the dad jokes down, you know.

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