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reynard running to redgate. will report back with information if and when i have it.

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[allures]

[ when the locket flicks on, it looks as though Teresa might be alone, but her attention moves to her right almost immediately after the video feed starts, like she's wary to have her attention diverted for even a little bit. she's worrying, yes. in a Teresa way. which means she mostly just looks really annoyed. ]

We've all seen the last few transmissions over this network, right? We've all seen it, and we've all been told to be on our guard, but has anyone actually killed one of these things yet? Do we even know how? Or are we expected to swing a sword and hope for the best? [ h u f f ]

[Effy prides herself in everything she does, but if there’s one thing she’s best at, it’s hiding her problems. when Teresa looks off screen, she slides into view with a smile.]

Don’t think swords are going to do much. [if anything.] Got to be another way. Maybe light?

[she arches a brow at Teresa, as though that would be the most helpful (and obvious) solution. they are shadow dogs.]

[ Teresa’s expression doesn’t exactly turn sour, but- ] So... Magic, basically. We should be using magic. [ which she doesn’t have. which obviously bothers her. can’t they just punch these things in the face? she doesn’t mind punching things in the face. especially when they made a point to hurt someone she gives a crap about. ] Okay, let’s work with that, then. We need a plan. With- magic, I guess.

Yes. [she gets it. magic.] Magic. I’m sure someone’s got an idea how to use it. Wizards. Magic users. Anything. The dogs need to go.

[Effy is 100% done with dealing with the dogs, so she really doesn’t want any more contact with them. which is why it’s important someone else deals with it.]

So, who’s ready to make a plan?

(ooc: green is teresa & black is effy! )

[video / both courts]

[enthraller]

[He'd wanted to do this more formally, had all sorts of plans for what to say and what topics he needed to address. But his hand is being forced, and so quick and to the point is what he has to settle for.

Some might recognize him, but he's been busy outside the courts and so plenty might not. For those unfamiliar, the person speaking over the lockets is young and delicate-looking, with a regal sort of poise and a currently unhappy expression.]

My name is Saralegui. With the Lady Alyosha's death, rule of Redgate has fallen to me. Were things less dire, I'd have taken the time to speak on the intentions Alyosha had for the city, the hopes I have for it. Issues of rebuilding and peace, moving on from past traumas, maintaining a safe haven for both its residents and shardbearers -- anyone who wants no part in this war. But the situation is dire, and time won't permit me to do things so nicely.

[There. At least he can leave hints as to what was intended, both to soothe his own ego over ruined plans, and tease out those who might have had some interest in any of it. Multi-tasking is good. But frowning now, he focuses, voice steady and gaze intense beneath tinted glasses.]

Reynard the Fox is riding for Redgate. We've no idea when he might arrive, or what he's after, but I've seen firsthand the sort of death and destruction he can cause on his own. The city has already experienced more than enough bloodshed, is still recovering from it, and I would not see it suffer him.

[Only a little bit of a lie in there -- he knows what Reynard wants, as do likely at least a few others who are in the loop with regards with Reynard and Alyosha. But details like that aren't necessary to appeal to those who might be useful here. Those with strong senses of honor, or justice, or revenge.]

I know Redgate has its champions and allies in either court from Alyosha's rule, and there are plenty who would call the Fox their enemy. I ask for those who would stand in the city's defense, whatever the reasons. I leave myself for Redgate as soon as possible, through means faster than by horseback and fairy rings, and anyone in Caer Scima willing to help is welcome to travel with me.