video; unseelie.

[pixiedusting]

( believe it or not, using a magical device to communicate with others is a lot easier for Tink to wrap her head around than say, a cell phone. they were so small, and made such funny noises, and who knew what radiowaves were. they didn't sound good for you. no, she'd much rather have a magical locket.

she doesn't seem to falter with it much, either, a simple introduction being enough. )

Hello. I was told I could use this to communicate.

( Tink's accent is a bit of a twang, her voice sweet just like the delicate features of her face, but if you write her off as sweet and innocent, you're asking for trouble. )

My name is Tinker Bell. Does anyone here know of a place called 'Storybrooke'?

( Tink figures she's more or less alone, but it doesn't hurt to ask. )

There is something wrong with my magic. I've heard all sorts of claims as to why that might be, but I wanted to know if anyone else had this experience. And how I could restore it to the way it was. I still can manage a few spells but it's not right, and I want to know why. If I'm meant to help with this war, I'm not going to be as capable.

( that's a bit of bribery, really — give her magic back and she'll be a good little worker bee, honest! or, well, she is not a creature that wants to participate in war, yet she's willing to use her magic for the right reasons. she just needs it back first. she fought tooth and nail to get her wings back, she's not going to sit back and let someone strip them from her again.

still, she can't be wholly selfish. )

The faeries around here seem to be a bit self serving — that's not how faeries work in my world. I'm here to help anyone that needs it, if I can. I understand we are trying to ready ourselves... I can happily teach those that might like to know about survival skills and living off the land, and general first aide. Someone mentioned something about activating my shard, if I could trade one knowledge for the other we'd both leave a little wiser.

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[selfimage]

On that note—it would be awfully myopic of our monarchs to bring those of half-ability into the throes of war in their time of desperation.

We are Unseelie by nature, not by anyone's choice.

[ there's a pause and he lifts his brows in amusement. ]

But—[ he clucks ]—we're still defiant when there's something to be defiant against.

[pixiedusting]

I agree, it'd be rather foolish to lessen the ability of your own army — so why not help us back to where we can do the most good, instead of requiring a certain amount of service for the favor?

( he's got her on the bit about Unseelie by nature, not by choice. her gut reaction is to correct she didn't choose any of this, so that's very obvious, but now she's curious. )

How do you mean, by nature?

[selfimage]

Because they have to use their power to give us back ours. It's a little quid pro quo. If it were you, you'd most likely pick the highest achievers, hm?

[ he leans on his knuckles and watches her through dark lashes. ]

Ah—yes, that. We're Unseelie because of who we are, not because the monarchs picked us. We're deconstructors, fighters of freedom and those who value change. That's what our court does.

[pixiedusting]

If it were me, I would try to help to restore what was lost because it's the right thing to do. Not because I wanted to get something out of it.

( see, she's not much like the faeries here... though, well. maybe she was once. she'll never escape that, even if she likes to think she can be better now. )

The court is what brought us here? ( she seems puzzled by that idea, but not wholly unaccepting, either. )

[selfimage]

Ah, yes, well—the whole of reality is a very big "something," isn't it?

[ he sounds a little amused. ]

The court is what brought us here. You have something very precious in your chest, they thought best to bring it here.

[pixiedusting]

I wonder how it's possible I never knew it was there. Faeries are attuned to magical things.

( she never sensed it or anything like that. it seems a bit strange. )

That's quite something, a sentient court. I've never heard of anything like it and I've heard of a great many things.

[selfimage]

It's been dormant, most likely.

Ah—I should clarify. The monarchs brought you here. That's what I meant with the whole "court" thing, but, well, who knows? Odder things have gained sentiency.

[pixiedusting]

You're not doing a great job of defending your monarchs, if that's what you're trying to do.

[selfimage]

[ he sounds like someone just told him a funny joke. ]

What gave you the idea that that's what I was trying to do?

[pixiedusting]

( what is the point otherwise! )

If the intention was to annoy me, bravo. You're doing spectacular at that.

[selfimage]

My intention was to answer your questions. [ but he still sounds kind of amused. ] It's not my fault you find the answers irritating.

[pixiedusting]

Your delivery needs work.

( she's too blunt for her own good sometimes. )

[selfimage]

[ he matches her flawlessly. ]

So does your graceful acceptance.

Do you treat everyone who's helpful to you like this, or am I a special case?

[pixiedusting]

It seems most do not try to help me by making me even more confused.

( he seems to be the only one, and she is not impressed. )

[selfimage]

[ "welcome to the most annoying person on the planet!" —all of Asgard, probably ]

Most don't have the super secret intel that I have at my ever-so-helpful disposal.

[pixiedusting]

And if I play your game just right, just maybe you'll tell me.

( he reminds her of Pan, and that's not a good thing. she tolerated Peter's games but she never liked them. )

[selfimage]

I did tell you.

Unless you'd like to take up blackjack, or something of the like.

[pixiedusting]

Blackjack?

( sorry, she has never played... well, any card games, ever. )

[selfimage]

A mortal card game. Given we survive everything and blah blah blah, I'll teach you.

[ learn from the best, expect the worst. it comes in one package. ]

[pixiedusting]

You'd play cards with me, after I called you rude?

( well basically, anyway! )

[selfimage]

I'd teach you cards, and, come on. I've been called worse.

Way, way worse.

[ "rude" hardly made him blink. ]

[pixiedusting]

Teaching requires playing, doesn't it?

You're a very odd person.

( it's not exactly an insult, but a little bemused. )

If I find time for cards, then I'll let you know. I imagine not many of us are taking breaks for games.

[selfimage]

There always should be time for games, even in a place like this.

Without a little fun, we'll all go mad with this cycling apocalypses biz.

[pixiedusting]

I suppose that's true. Drown yourself in darkness and you'll forget what the light was like.

( she's silent for a moment of consideration, before: )

Where would I go if I wanted to play?

[selfimage]

The Station, most likely. There's all manners of do-dads and knick-knacks around there. Some even worth while. I can't imagine a pack of novelty playing cards would be difficult to come by if you've your mind on it.