voice ▶ open to seelie and unseelie ▶ forward-dated to after the feast

[ex_audacity56]

D'you reckon if I asked nicely, I could find some caramel biscuits 'round here?

[she starts off the recording unceremoniously, giving her locket a squinty sort of look. it'd be a lie to say she can pretend she's on the phone or a walkie, but least it's less weird. and considering she's walked into the fucking land of the fairies, she can do with less weird.]

I'm not fussed about the brand or nothing, but I don't want anything their sort makes. Couldn't compare to a freshly opened box of 'em, could it? The food's fine, but I want biscuits, not fairy dust. I know you can get loads of cakes if you ask, [which is dead strange] but I'm not talking about anything fancy. Bit too sweet, anyway, if you ask me.

[and then she exhales. magic lockets. now she's seen everything.]

This had better be working. If someone's having me on about these stupid things — don't suppose they'd come with instruction manuals.

[now she just sounds like her dad, but at least she can decipher one better than he can.]

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[ex_audacity56]

No, Unseelie. But it's all the same, isn't it? They're little and they've got wings.

[and ~magic~]

[deadpoet]

I'd like to think the fairies are a bit prettier than imps. But then, the bottom of my shoe is prettier than those little buggers running about.

[ex_audacity56]

Looks don't win wars, anyway. Neither side's willing to fight on its own, so I don't see any difference between 'em.

[deadpoet]

Oh, there's some difference alright. You and I are sitting on one side of the fence. Either we start lobbing grenades or find a nice large rock to hide under. [So far he was inclined towards the latter. He didn't feel like he had much reason to involve himself in a stupid war.]

[ex_audacity56]

[she frowns at that assessment. during the rising, there were the people who chose to fight with the hvf, and those who didn't. all well and good if you haven't the nerve for a fight, or can't do it; having dead weight along on a mission is a good way to get everyone killed. but the human volunteer force prided itself on what it did, who was part of it; they protected people, they killed rabids who'd kill them or anyone else they could, and they were people's only hope before neurotriptyline was created.]

I'm not a coward.

[says it too forcefully, maybe. she's a damned good soldier and has been since she was 14. good soldiers don't hesitate, don't get scared, and never hesitate to shoot just because a face might be a familiar one. as far as anyone save kieren knows, that's exactly what she is.]

[deadpoet]

Neither am I. But I didn't ask to get involved in this cock fight. Neither did you. We don't owe them a bloody thing, least of all our lives.

[ex_audacity56]

You think they'll accept that?

[it's a little disbelieving, but mostly an honest question. they've already been kidnapped here, so she has to wonder.]

[deadpoet]

I hadn't planned on asking.

[ex_audacity56]

Not a matter of asking, is it? They didn't ask if we wanted to be here, either.

[deadpoet]

Hence my being overwhelmed by not caring very much.

[ex_audacity56]

You don't think they might try to make us?

[by magic. glamours. putting their survival on the line. fuck, she doesn't know.]

[deadpoet]

They might. But I've never been good at doing what I was told.

[ex_audacity56]

Very Unseelie, isn't it? [from what she's been hearing of the courts, anyway.] You're not alone, there.

[deadpoet]

Now there's a nice thought. It makes me feel all warm inside.

[ex_audacity56]

Good company's better than no company.

[deadpoet]

You make it sound like you'll be following about. I hate to break it to you, pet, but I'm a solo act.

[ex_audacity56]

[she laughs.]

Hate to break it to you, mate, but I was talking about the court. Besides, [the eyeroll is AUDIBLE, and she goes on facetiously:] I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, forget following any anywhere.

[what's a little sister if not someone to constantly take the mick out of her older brother? no kind of little sister, that's what.]

[deadpoet]

Bad job announcing yourself to the lockets, then. There's lot of us strangers to be found here. Some scarier than others.

[ex_audacity56]

Don't bother me any. My brother's a different story.

[deadpoet]

Frightens easy, does he?

[ex_audacity56]

Nah. Older brother, [she says like that explains everything.] I expect he'll be by later with a bed time story too, at this rate.

[deadpoet]

Are you six?

[ex_audacity56]

I'm starting to reckon he thinks so; instead of nearly 20.

[she just wants to complain doN'T MIND HER]

[deadpoet]

I'm sure it's a riveting story.