video | open to both courts (yay non-locket devices)

[chromosomes]

I've been thinking.

[ John's sitting against the base of a tree somewhere, idly scratching a stray mutt behind the ears with one hand while holding his device with the other. ]

Seelie, Unseelie. Order, Chaos. Can't really have one without the other, can you? But that's the whole thing the courts want: one to win over the other. And that's with the queens being sisters.

Sort of seems like it won't work either way, in the long run. Not in a way anyone wants.

[ This would have been essentially blasphemy, once upon a time; treason of the highest order. But John has had no shard for eight months, has only the memory of a gold cloak to his name now. It's the Shuck he serves and the Red Hand he fights for, this world and its people and those he cares about. ]

But maybe that's just me.

[ He shrugs, pausing just long enough for the dog to look up at him and whine. A snort and he goes back to generously bestowing ear scratches. ]

Anyway, if any of you are looking for something to do, a way to make money, and aren't afraid of hard work -- the Red Hand's hiring. We're a mercenary group but we'll take all sorts; we can find a job for you, if you've got something to bring to the table. We have no court-attached contracts, are focusing more on what the natives to this world need, so no worries there -- and I'm a shardless son of a bitch, so no worries about getting spanked or whatever your court does for having conversations with the 'wrong people'.

Leave your prejudiced bullshit at the door, though; we've got all sorts of races and believers among the ranks. If you can't handle that, I'm more than willing to throw you out on your ass.

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[digophelia]

You must have angered him fairly good. He would not put you in his sight so randomly and there's no bull-headed foxes spilling blood on Death's Altar.

[ oh my god she hopes not. Please, no more Treun screw ups. ]

Hello to you as well. Does this mean your dead?

[chromosomes]

Dead but still breathing, yeah.

[ He's just... not going to touch on the rest. ]

[digophelia]

[ It's thankfully not in her nature to pry too much. ]

So I see.

[ Does that make him like Jack Frost and the heroic spirits? ]

So, then, why should we trust your organization? Was it not them that partook in the invasion of Caer Scima?

[chromosomes]

No, it wasn't. Far as I know, the Red Hand did fight in the battle, but they didn't go near Caer Scima.

[digophelia]

I see.

[ Sort of. If Alice was ever really pinned with what happened, she would have to admit she barely remembers it, no thanks to the psychosis thereafter. Everything she does remember has been distorted. ]

If I didn't have my hands full with children already.

[ Alice huffs at herself, realizing she sounds more like an old woman than her usual self. Alice is almost tempted to comment on her initial dislike of them being hired help. John's getting enough of her grief, already. ]

I'm afraid I won't be able to take up arms as I once did, it's probably better for your group that I don't, I'm not exactly a tidy person in battle. [ Haha. ]

If I may ask, if there is no loyalty to either courts, what will be done to aid the natives of this world?

[chromosomes]

If you have room for more, that might be one way, actually.

Plenty of people need to get away from the Void but that makes them easy targets for bandits. We can protect them, help them move. And if there are children who need help...

[ Well. Maybe they can drop by Alice's place. ]