[Video; Open] 03 Shadows [Dated August 2nd]

[fell_to_hell]

[Nico opens up a video on the Locket for the first time since the memory-sharing incident. He still looks like he’s going to be sick, and is still tired from his summoning the dead stint during the battle a few days ago. At least he’s more alert and not fighting to keep his lunch down today.]

I wanted to share at least one story from my world, gods know there are plenty to tell, and I had some…encouragement.

[He looks off to the side to give an annoyed look at a certain someone who happens to be in the room with him. That someone happens to be Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and moral support extraordinaire.]

Also...when I’m done, I suppose I’ll answer any questions people have regarding my powers. I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer all of them, but I can try.

[Within reason. He’s not about to give away his weaknesses to potential enemies.]

( Story Time!!! )

Audio | August 2nd | Seelie-Locked + Private Videos within

[waterbearer]

[ The audio is short. ]

Those of you who went to Maupertis: What would you know of a prisoner that would be delivered to Reynard?

To those who visited the Unseelie dungeons in the retrieval of the Dara Sword:
What do you know of the prisoners kept within?

I may have news to share on it.

[ The audio-feed cuts off, but answers will come to those who ask ]

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Private Video to Clarisse La Rue, Korra, John Grimm, and Nico DiAngelo

[ Kaldur's face is creased with concern ]

My friends, I have learned that High Queen Morla has set a bounty upon each of your heads, and presumably also your shards.

Korra, Grimm, I wish to discuss our plans to Redgate in light of this.

Nico and Clarisse, I ask that you use caution when traveling, if not for your own sakes, but for those who travel with you.

If I receive more news, I shall share it as soon as possible.

[Video | Evening, after the feast | Both Courts],

[aeviternum]

[Arthur is still none too comfortable with this locket, in fact it takes some fiddling for him to remember that for visuals he need do more that just talk directly into it, thus for a moment or two only his mouth or a nostril are visible, his discomfort with this device clear upon his expression as it's revealed. Or perhaps that's worry, concern knitting his brow? Either way he's not too pleased, and there's a noticeable weariness in his blue gaze.]

Good evening, I use this in an to attempt to find the whereabouts of my manservant, Merlin. He appears to have misplaced his locket-- that or he simply will not respond.

[Arthur is really not well acquainted on how to address those not directly in front of him when anyone may view this. Even to address many, standing before him seems rather more natural than speaking into a piece of jewellery. Still, he turns thoughtful.]

Perhaps some of you may know him, however for those who do not, I suppose he's best described as awkwardly tall, quite shabby about his clothing--

[Arthur's tone is somewhat weary, isn't that the worst? What else?]

-dark hair, very probably unkempt, really there's every possibility he's set up in a tavern somewhere, he's been known to spend days there.

[In part said not only to aid his search but to convince himself that it could easily be a most valid explanation -- he's vanished without notice in Camelot.]

It's not like him to be absent for the feast.

[Food, it's not like him to miss out on food. Including food that isn't his. A slight frown tugs at the corners of Arthur's mouth, he not giving the impression he's concerned, at least not to an assortment of strangers and lets out an irritable sigh before the message ends.]

I [Video/After the Feast/Both Courts]

[wilder]

[It takes some tinkering for him to figure out how to work the locket. But he's a clever guy, and not unused to magitech- so eventually he figures it out. And once he does, there's a video feed of a man with red hair and wearing pink coming onto your lockets]

Well what do you know, a piece of tacky jewelry that talks. What I always wanted.

[He then seems to direct the feed more now, clearing his throat and giving a smile]

Hello out there all you beautiful ladies! ♥ Oh, and all you guys too I guess. If you don't recognize my handsome face, I'm the great Zelos Wilder! But you can always call me Zelos too.

Anyway, I just got here last night, so I'm feeling a bit lost to what's going on. All I really know there's something about being on another world and some war going on with these tiny fairy guys. I can't say I'm eager to fight for some guys who abducted me, but if anyone can give me information, I think it'd be good to know!

[And then it seems the cheerful sass dies down a little on the next request, sincerity coming through instead. Colette had just been with him, and he had been looking for Lloyd already- so he's worried they got dragged into this mess too]

Oh, also- I don't know if they're here, but if anyone's heard anything about a Lloyd Irving or a Colette Brunel - could you let me know? ....Thanks.

|video|

[bird_brain]

[Aubri looks far more composed for this message than he did the last time he addressed the locket. His feathers are neatly groomed, all traces of dirt and blood gone. The alertness in his gaze is less stress-induced and more of genuine curiosity. The brand above his left eye -- a simplied Unseelie sigil -- is visible, though well on its way to healing. All in all, he looks much better than he did when he warned of Celegorm's march on Caer Glaem.]

It has not been so very long since many of us found our memories plucked from our minds and given to the public. Perhaps it is not so for some of you, but for me, it is rather unheard of.

[A pause] I wonder: do any of you know why this happened -- and why it happened to some but not to others? I was otherwise occupied during much of that time and, if it was said, I missed it.

[[This also serves as an open ACTION post: Aubri has taken up residence, for a good part of the day, on a patio at the Station. He has laid claim to a nice, warm sunbeam. For the price of good company, he'll share it.]]

Video, backdated to July 20th

[nobleminded]

( Late memory because I have great timed vacations. CW: fire, decapitation, and death of relatives )

[Video, All Courts, shortly after the feast]

[sculptor_of_aman]

[The locket is held slightly askew, as the woman holding it has never done so before with this particular item. She's had experience with similar things, but she's still getting used to the locket. The Elven woman's face looks worried and a little sad, as if she's expecting bad news.]

Anyone who can hear me... I have heard talk of one who was killed recently. And the little I have heard... troubles me. The name I have heard is Celegorm, and he is described as an Elf with golden hair... among other things. I can only hope I am mistaken, but the description is very similar to someone I know. Someone I once called Tyelkormo.

If anyone knew him, and could tell me more about him... and how he died... I must know.

Please. ...He may be my son.

i. video. both courts. the night of the feast.

[vrykolakas]

[Two hours after nightfall.

Click. The video’s on but the picture’s fuzzy black. Muffled:]

—the—hell's piss and fuck—is that—?

[Nice. The picture changes, but only to lighten to grey and then offer tumbling fragments of senseless colour. The locket has been plucked from wherever it lay; a pocket, or face-down somewhere. The transmission ends.

Three minutes later, the video returns, this time with actual footage. The camera lens captures tumbling dark hair and a the lower half of a pale, fine-boned face; a young man, apparently, but when he speaks his voice is as creaky as a dying man’s whisper.]

—see, but can it catch my image?

[Grin. Apparently that’s a joke. He moves the locket so that his whole face comes into view. With pleasure:]

Yes. Would you look at that. The myth-peddlers embarrass themselves again.

My good will to... [A long, thoughtful sigh. Hiss? He visibly gives up on niceties.] Fuck it. Tell me, what is there to do in Mair besides avoid or perpetrate mugging?