May. 31st, 2014

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( the video shows a petite girl, standing in a bedroom in caer glaem and facing the locket, back straight; she's a bit off-centre, leaving a notable gap to her right that's either unoccupied or filled with a wolf pup, depending on your magical/supernatural abilities (as in: whether or not they exist; he can only be seen by those with power).

either way, yuzuriha doesn't hesitate, smiling broadly and giving a little salute: )


Hello everyone! I'm Yuzuriha Nekoi, fourteen years old, and right now I live in Tokyo, Japan! I've just arrived here, and I'm glad to meet everyone!

( don't falter! but she bites her lip. ) Um, I just had one question! I heard we're supposed to be 'helping in a battle,' but I don't know exactly how we're supposed to start? ( she also doesn't realise these questions can be filtered. or really that there's another group she's meant to be filtering from. yuzuriha frowns slightly, clasping her hands before her. after all, if she abandoned everyone for this place, she has to do her duty, right? ) Um… or… really, what to do in general… ( she trades a look with the wolf pup/empty space beside her, and then remembers that she's supposed to be making a good impression, not worrying. hurriedly: )

But it really is very nice to be here! I'm ready to do my best, so I hope we all get along!
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[A small boy in a battered sheepskin jacket stares solemnly at the video. He pokes at the locket, an expression of mild curiosity on his face, before starting to speak.]

Ah, hullo? Is this thing on? Quite a strange little device. Not quite like anything I remember seeing before, I think.

[Will blinks, and smiles a little foolishly.]

But then I’m getting off topic. I've only just arrived here, you see. And I thought it would be terribly rude if I didn't introduce myself.  I am Will Stanton.

I don't suppose anyone would be willing to explain a bit more of what's happening? I've heard something about a war, but it all seems terribly confusing.

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[It's a strange little trinket, and Meera doesn't exactly understand the magic behind it, but she understands its point: communication. It's vital she try and find the people she was with, but she looks haggard and weary.]

I've been told by the kind people that I am but a day's ride from the Seelie castle. I know little of this war or these lands. But I must ask something of those here, though I know none owe me answers. [She dips her head.]

I am unsure if I should continue on to the castle or try searching by foot for my companions. I swore to protect one, and I would not let my House down for it. [In this she is determined.] I am looking for three boys. One is only nine, crippled. The other is a larger boy, says little and may be carrying the other one. The last is my brother. When last I saw him, he was ill. He is younger than me, three and ten.

[The descriptions are vague, but she does not trust who would hear and know of whom she speaks. The North is a treacherous place.]

I am unsure where they could be or where to start looking. I would imagine they all would be in Court Seelie, but then I do not know what the Unseelie are like not what much of this place is like.

[A slight nod of her head.]

My thanks for any information in advance.
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[ Despite the inherent excitement that is likely what lead to her being actually, properly visible to people outside of the supernatural realm, there are just some things a ghost cannot shake off. Like the fact that while on recording, regardless of how corporeal they are in person, a ghost is still a ghost. She's visible, but only to an extent. Like a hazy, transparent projection, embossed against the image as if poorly photoshopped in. ]

So does this thing record or is it more like a .. live broadcast sort of thing? Kind of hope not, but if it is, hello! I guess.

[ If there was something she wanted to say ... well, she doesn't seem keen on saying it. Or perhaps there'd been nothing of great importance to begin with. She just sits there looking amicably pleased, watching the little transmission locket in pure interest. ]


... I'm Annie by the way. From England- since I've noticed this isn't England anymore. [ Look she'd only paid partial attention to what the fairies had said, to begin with. ] Anyway, bit of a strange question. Thoughts on, er, vampires? Werewolves? ... Ghosts? Just curious. Study purposes, personal interest. That sort of thing. 

[ Another beaming little smile and the transmission ends. She really isn't good at this. ]
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[There's a pretty blonde lady's image in the locket. She looks into the feed, tilts her head a touch, and - smirks, or that's an easy way to describe it, and she speaks.]

It appears that I'd not be the first to ask after family, and so, I'm looking for my brother, on the chance that he might appear here, too.

[No reason he oughtn't - it's obvious already that the fairies have brought people into their court from the dead, and so if she was possible to "fix", well - Alfred would be an easy one.]

His name is Alfred. We're twins; you would notice a resemblance.

If anyone meets him, do tell him that Alexia Ashford can hardly wait for him to speak to her again - not once have we had the opportunity to talk since we were children.

[Not that she sounds as if she's dying of anticipation; it's all a pretty bland message. It's a chance, all right. An off-chance, and well - what happens is what happens. She's here herself, either way.

On that note:]


At any rate I think I'll feel rather at home in the Unseelie court. The culture I'm learning it to have reminds me of my old workplace's - somewhat.

Except far more... whimsical. [That'll do. Any light sauciness holds for her last couple of sentences.]

I'd never have thought that I'd live among fairies! Though it seems that such a notion wouldn't have taken a lot of you by surprise.