Aug. 13th, 2014

mildly: (pic#8178814)
[personal profile] mildly
How fortunate it is for one such as myself to be in a world where a voice is often a weapon equal to the strongest steel.

[Fortunate. Yes, that's a good word for it. First the Ainsels and now these things. Margaery is outside the castle and moving quickly, glancing back over her shoulder as she goes. There is an unconscious fairy in one hand, and her hawk, Valiant, perched on her gloved one.

The hawk is quite noticeably missing a few feathers.
]

If anyone has a hound and would be so kind as to escort me back to my chambers, I would be forever grateful.

[Her words sound the same as ever, language fitting of a highborn lady. But there's a little quiver to her voice too. The feeling of being hunted will do that to you.]

I also have gold, if that's more to your liking.

[Because sometimes (most of the time) gratitude only gets you so far.]

[video]

Aug. 13th, 2014 08:46 pm
bird_brain: (finding flight)
[personal profile] bird_brain
[Aubri speaks with an urgent clipped tone, though it's fairly obvious there's something distracting him: he looks to the side every now and again before his gaze flits back to the locket.]

Has anyone seen or heard from a woman named Ariadne? [There's a hint of desperation there; he's really like someone to answer him in the positive here.] She disappeared--

[And his distraction strikes again: Ariadne's bandersnatch cub is apparently doing something dumb off-screen.] Straton. [Aubri turns back to the locket.] She disappeared last night near the Station Ring. I fear--

--Straton, enough. [There's a bit of rustling off-screen and then Aubri hisses. Just before the broadcast ends, there's one more thing said -- and it's obviously not meant for the wider audience.] That is my tail. Thrice-blighted little--

[And the locket closes.]
amplified: { 3.11 } « ɢɪʀʟs ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ʙᴏʏs » (Default)
[personal profile] amplified
( the look on lydia's face is both determined and harried. she's discovered something about the lawkamercyme, as well as herself. her voice is a harsh whisper, and she seems to be creeping around just outside of caer glaem. )

I can kill them. By myself, I can -- ( she sees one of the creatures approaching. quickly, she sets her locket down. in the frame is a massive lawkamercyme. in the background, there are two or three smaller ones approaching. lydia rights herself and approaches slowly, her back to the locket. but it's clear she's going to face them head on. and they notice her. she just so happened to catch one of the nymphs shouting the name of the creatures before falling unconscious, and just hours prior, she found herself hunted by one of the fearsome things. she opened her mouth and channeled her banshee abilities and screamed its name, and it disappeared. so now, as all four of them turn toward her, she draws a deep breath.

through the network of lockets everyone will be able to hear a piercing scream, recognizable as the name 'lawkamercyme'. supernatural beings will pick up on her scream even without their lockets, as her voice is capable of traveling over at least two to three miles of distance to those with heightened hearing. the shadows seem to be jolted by her voice, and in just a matter of moments, they disappear. vanished. gone. after she's sure the coast is clear she turns, breathless, back to the network. )


I can destroy them.