[Video: Seelie] 01 Shadow

[fell_to_hell]

[Nico doesn't trust the Unseelie side. In fairness, he doesn't exactly trust the Seelie side, either. Of the two, he can at least trust that the Seelie side won't stab him in the back while he's asleep. He expects them to do it during the daytime.

At any rate, he decides to let his...allies (?) know at least one of his abilities. Two at most. The rest are best used as aces in his sleeves or whenever it actually comes up.

So, when the video feed comes on, Nico looks like he's up in a tree. He is because, man, he doesn't want his conversation jacked by Luke like in Jason's.]

My name is Nico di Angelo. The topic of transportation has come up a few times, and if the worms are any indication, then I expect that they're just the start of whatever we're going to be facing in this world. That's not even including the fact that we're most likely going to do battle with other people.

[A flicker of distaste crosses his face. Being a civilian in one war between mortals and a soldier in a war between demigods is just...not his idea of a fun time. Still, it needs to be said.]

I have abilities that don't include being good with a sword. I'm only comfortable with talking about two of them at this time. One is called shadow travel. It's best used at night, but the basics of this power is that I can go from one shadow to another no matter where it is. Distance and the amount of people I take with me have a very important factor in how much of an energy toll I get. Over seven thousand miles on my own will probably knock me out for a straight week, just to give an example. Even short jumps could leave me exhausted. I'm best used for emergency back up or just for emergency transportation if someone gets badly injured.

[Nico pauses, thinking about how to phrase the other one.]

The second ability...I'm able to affect the dead. I don't need anything special, it's just something that's natural for me. From spirits to the walking dead, I can either kill or banish them. Talk to them, too, in the case of ghosts.

[Okay, yeah, that's a lot of information, and hopefully it's useful.]

That's about it.

001:// written . to both unseelie and seelie

[thawing]

These worms sure brought people together, didn't they?

[Lisbeth has been doing an honorable job of hiding and occasionally lighting something on fire. When it was revealed that it was the most effective way of disposing of the worms - well, it was kind of like Christmas.]

Who here is actually going to start fighting and, I assume if you want to be thorough, killing either side?

It's more than slightly stupid and lemming-esque of us all to just...do what we're told by the creatures here that have effectively kidnapped us and have decided to use us like children's action figures.

And yes - before the fucking tidal wave of "but we were told this is how it has to be" or any variations on that comes to knock me on my ass - I acknowledge the 'reasons' why we are meant to be doing this.

But these so called facts are in no way given from objective sources. How can you honestly trust these bullshit courts?

I'd simply say, to give a word of objective advice, do some digging before you go stick a knife in someone's back.

- WASP

(seelie&unseelie) first hunt ❂ video

[mulletrock]

[Guess who has two thumbs and is getting a handle on "fairy," technology. This guy. There's some rifling, and a brief shot of his face before he manages to get the damn thing figured out. Once he has the thing zero in on what he assumes is a reasonable view of him head on based on the image he's seeing he clears his throat.]

Yeah. This is weird.

[Coming from the guy that never had a myspace and doesn't use computers for anything but paranormal research, except for the occasional porno. Something he hasn't even mastered yet. He'd still rely on skin mags and pay-per-view if he had the option.]

Okay. Probably pointless, but new recruit here and I'm as pro-rights as the next guy but when I got the memo that I'd be waging war on behalf of fairies this isn't exactly what I anticipated.

[Dean scrubs a hand over his face, pausing to collect his thoughts. Sure, it's a bad joke, but anything to break the ice and take a little tension out of the situation.]

I've exhausted all my options on getting in touch with the people back home, and any resources on a way out are all coming up goose egg.

Anyone got any bright ideas? 'Cause so far this all seems like a really bad acid trip and getting enlisted by friggin' Tinkerbell's not my idea of a good time.

If you've got some insight that goes beyond the typical gist, feel free to speak up.