2 ✦ text ✦ unseelie locked

[erythristic]

[backdated to August 2nd, sunrise.]

I require several shardholders who can accompany me to Redgate within a few days. Aside from your availability, I also require that you be skilled in combat without magic and that you can take directions without raising a fuss. None of this is negotiable.

If you believe yourself to be capable of this, please respond, and we can arrange to meet.

text; unlocked

[truesight]

[ alright, time to be annoying for the sake of rounding up the troops. the demigod troops, to be exact, but it's those particular hooligans that she's been feeling a desperate need to round up and talk to for some time now. too much has gone on, and there hasn't been enough talking about it, as far as she's concerned. so, maybe she's hoping being the resident not-demigod camper might get her some pull for this kind of thing. she'll even get on camera and glow menacingly if she has to, but. hopefully she won't. for their sakes, of course!! that ish is crazy intimidating, and she doesn't actually want to scare them into meeting up. but yeah, so. anyway... ]

Have you ever picked
up an awful habit from
someone you know well?

Apollo always
writes terrible haikus and
sometimes I do, too.

So now I'm writing
to tell my demigod friends -
it's time to meet up.

I don't care where, but
if you say no, I'll never
stop the haiku-talk.

Let's pick a time and
place right now to avoid this
horrible fate. 'Kay?

[ gold. ]

A1. video. [ open to both courts ]

[greenies]

[ it doesn't immediately occur to thomas that he could probably just communicate through a text system--as far as he knows, the locket is a lot easier to use by video, and so he does. the network is presented with a pair of big, brown doe eyes before he leans backwards a little, revealing a face that could be rather familiar to some--dark hair, a button nose, moles like spots littering his face.

this is not the man you are looking for, however: this is thomas "murphy", and he clears his throat before he introduces himself. ]

Hi. I'm Thomas Murphy, and I'm--kind of a new arrival. I guess they'd call me a greenie if this was back home. [ there's no hint of humor on his face, but he did actually just try and make a joke, and his tone is a little lighter, for it. ]

Can anyone tell me about the Seelie and Unseelie--in your own words, if that makes any sense? What you know about it...you don't have to tell me any secrets or anything, but, maybe why you're there, I guess. [ he's not going to say which court he is (though it's obvious eventually, by the background of caer scima), but he just needs to know. ] Or, if you're okay with where you are. Not that I'm not, but...I don't know. Is there any reason why someone wouldn't be? They apparently brought us here for a reason-- [ again. ] --since we have these "shards", or whatever they are, but I don't have a lot of trust for anybody who says that, because it's usually a load of klunk.

I guess that's all I've got to ask. [ a beat. ] Actually, that's not true. Is there another map around here? Besides the one they gave me, I mean, it's not very good. [ ... ] No offense.

[ thomas is just going to shut his trap now. he almost physically winces and shakes his head. ] That's it, honestly. I'm just going to... hang up now. Thanks.

[ thomas does hang up, and the feed ends--for all of five seconds, before he snaps it back on. ] Oh, wait--also, I want to know if anyone here's ever heard the phrase "WICKED is good." It has to look like this. [ after a second, there's a typed out phrase that appears instead, with WICKED fully capitalized. ] That's really all this time. Um, thanks.

[ click! for real this time. ]

backdated to the 31st/VIDEO - OPEN TO BOTH COURTS

[earthsend]

[The video flickers on and a wild eyed boy appears, looking rather beaten up and more than a little alarmed. He's somewhere in the hallways of Caer Scima, completely out of his element and completely out of place. He wouldn't do this normally but there are imps, there are creepy castle things and he wants out. Out. Out. Out.]

Those things--[imps, as they come flying into the video to drag Enma off somewhere. He yelps and bats them away before they can sink their claws into his ankles. Ok. No more laying around. He's running, he's running as fast as he can (which isn't very fast but hey he never claimed to be any sort of athlete)]--they keep trying to--

[There's a blur of movement and suddenly Enma is drowning in the sack used to bring him here. He makes a muffled noise, something like "GET OFF" or "HELP" and continues running aimlessly. The locket swings wildly in his hands and all anyone can see are imps, the ceiling and a glimpse of metal armor just as Enma goes crashing into it, tumbling down the stairs. 

There's a loud thud at the end of it and a groan as the locket goes spinning away. All anyone can see on the video is a wriggling sack, pieces of armor and a sudden pulse of energy as imps go flying]

Ow.

[And abruptly, the feed ends]