SSɢᴛ Jᴏʜɴ "Rᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ" Gʀɪᴍᴍ (
chromosomes) wrote in
eachdraidh2015-07-28 05:52 am
video | open to both courts (yay non-locket devices)
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.
[ 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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It also brings up a curious question—just what kind of work do you take if it's not court bound?
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Plus we're pretty good at moving furniture.
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I suppose with all this Void fodder business that a looming apocalypse has the potential to go sour quickly.
The natives trust you with that? Well, not you, specifically; the general kind of "you."
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[ A half-shrug. ]
"The general kind of you" meaning...?
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Take a job with the Red Hand? They get coin to get by in this world without needing to rely on handouts from the monarchs, have options and the chance to make new connections and meet people from the other side. They're still Seelie or Unseelie, but they're something else, too.
Stuck fighting a war you don't believe in? I was happy when the Shuck took my shard. But that doesn't mean other people have to be.
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A meet-and-greet disguised as a mercenary business disguised as a meet-and-greet.
[ he doesn't sound disapproving. maybe weirdly approving? a front of a front of a front. fraternizing came with its own possible consequence, he knew that. ]
Or did I get that wrong?
Though I would doubt anyone believes in this war. Last I heard it had more to do with nature of choice.
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[ Not really. But he actually wouldn't be surprised, so. ]
Not much of a choice between fast death and slow lingering death, in my opinion. Which I'm aware is fucking ironic considering the fact that I'm part of Death now.
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All right—all right! I got it. Erm, but aspect of death? Really? Perhaps I just have different experiences with those who hold dominion over death back home ...
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You'll need quite a lot of eyeliner to make up for that.
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[ It grew back. ]
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Eyeliner and fancy hats aside, I have to ask—what's with the dedication to the Shuck?
[ he's been to Hel before, he's aided Hela in her schemes and through her loyalties to the dead. Loki always had a tenuous relationship with her—daughter or not—and felt like certain things didn't exactly need to travel over with him when he arrived in the drabwurld. ]
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