Nov. 19th, 2014

amplified: { 4.09 } « ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏ » (why were you digging?)
[personal profile] amplified
( there is a level of quiet calculation to the way lydia addresses the locketed network. she wears not nearly as much makeup. her hair isn't kept in ringlets or curls, nothing fancy, but a simple bun. she seems... slightly detached, from everything, though she's not necessarily detached in an unpleasant way. she's just.. well. she's older. and she holds herself high and with a much more adult strength than previously. )

I slept again. I dreamed of home. Or maybe I lived it, while my body was trapped here. Either way. ( her lips form a thin line, something like a smile but not quite. and there is a certain measure of manipulation glinting just behind her eyes. )

For those of you who know Peter Hale, you should be made aware that anything he tells you about his strength of character is very likely a lie. He is a murderer, and he's the absolute best at the manipulation game. He doesn't care about anyone but himself, and it's very likely that he's using anyone he's pretended to befriend for personal gain. Just when you think you might be able to trust you again, he'll probably try to kill your best friends.

( dear peter hale,

you tried to kill scott to be the alpha again, and she hates you! :D )


Just a public service announcement.

PRIVATE TO STILES.

Am I all caught up with you now? What did I miss?
athousandcurses: (Embarrassed Smile)
[personal profile] athousandcurses
I do not know many of you, but I feel it important to warn you of the Unseelie movements I have been investigating. There is an army approaching Cothromach. They passed by Nimh Gleanne about a week ago by my count, but I am not very good at telling these things. There is a branch of that army also moving east from my location, and if I am reading the map right, it is to the Cathraon Plains they go.

...

Or it might be the place to the south of the plains.

I... am rather lost.
fell_to_hell: (Smiling in the streetlight)
[personal profile] fell_to_hell
[Nico debates saying anything over voice, but decides against it. He doesn't trust himself to remain collected. Honestly, he feels...drained. Not only is he left with Bianca's shard, but he's now left with Piper and Jason's.

This is too much for him to think or speak clearly. Text is the better option, despite his dyslexia.

The son of Hades takes a deep breath before typing.]


Jason Grace, Piper McLean, and Bianca di Angelo are no longer with us. I currently have their shards.

[He knows for a fact that Thalia will come running to find him in Caer Glaem, so he doesn't bother sending her a private message. This, he thinks, is something that needs to be talked about in person.

Currently, Nico is out on the grounds, sitting next to his gigantic hellhound and looking much like he had when he'd first arrived in the Drabwurld. Alone, sad, and putting up familiar barriers against the pain of loss. Clifford whines at him, not only sensing Nico's distress, but also the loss of one of his favorite demigods.]