Video - Seelie/Unseelie

[teenyoda]

[Stiles hasn't used the lockets until today, a day spent flicking mostly through the posts and seeing how to actually work this thing and, oh, okay. Like that. It was like a weird magical phone set to Skype. Okay. He could do that.

Smile into the camera, Stiles.]

Hey there, uh, fairy people. And non-fairy people. And, uh, the draconically inclined. Or furry. I don't... just... hi. So, in light of the whole worm thing, which by the way, eww, I have a question. Since there seem to be a lot of, um, not exactly human people around and ones who have skills with like, swords and magic and stuff, ah, what... hypothetically speaking, would someone who was just a regular, normal, average human be able to do here? You know, besides hiding under tables and throwing rocks ineffectively?

[This was a very important question, Drabwurld. He wasn't a werewolf or a wizard or witch or... any of the multitude of people here that he'd run into. His coordination was subpar and, well, he didn't really have any skills that included cutting the heads off of giant worms or not getting eaten by dragons if they felt the need.]

Just, ah, I guess just reply here, if you want. Or leave a message if you're looking at it later. 'Kay. Uh, thanks.

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[concealingeyes]

Have you tried looking in the armoury? You could always learn to stab them instead.

[A beat.]

I threw rocks too though.

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[teenyoda]

[He'd thought of it, but... coordination? What was it?]

That only helps if you're capable of using any of what's in there. Otherwise you might as well just fall on your own... whatever you took from it. Sword? Flail?

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[oursavinggrace]

[that...is actually a pretty legitimate question. one jason's not entirely sure he can answer adequately, given the only "normal" person he actually knows is rachel, and her normalcy only lasts up until she starts glowing green.]

Anyone can learn to use a sword.

[teenyoda]

Can they do it if they're likely to slice their arm off with the first swing?

[Because that was a thing, Jason. A serious thing.]

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[parallels]

Count me in as having the same dilemma and needing some answers.

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[teenyoda]

Yeah? Is it wrong of me to feel a little relieved that I'm not the only normal human around here?

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[steeledskin]

[ sansa wonders about this problem herself -- perhaps not as much, because she knows she's just a girl and her place is securely behind any front line. but she thinks a little on the help she's given thranduil since arriving... ]

...Do you read?

[ it's a valid enough question, considering the sort of society from which she hails. ]

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[teenyoda]

Do you?

[Pardon the retort, Sansa. That's just Stiles being a tad overdefensive.]

Of course I read.

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[lorule]

The greatest hero I have known did not have any magical skills, nor did he possess super human strength or abilities. He was "normal".

You being a normal human being and not having currently any skills does not mean you can not contribute in your own ways.

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[teenyoda]

Bet you five bucks your 'normal' human at least knew the basics of some kind of weapon, right? Gun? Knife? Sword? Crossbow? Hatchet? Laser gun?

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[thawing]

[Despite it being video - there isn't much to actually see. A mouth, certainly, with a small ring in the corner of the bottom lip but everything else on the screen is pretty dark and vague. Either the Unseelie have terrible mood lighting or this is on purpose.]

Adapt.

[Lisbeth's own fighting skills are...lacking. Compared to the other people here and taking into account her size verses everyone else, she's a bit on the defenseless side. And she doesn't have a gun.

Until she figures out how to mass produce Molotovs with little effort, or how to disappear - Lisbeth delegates herself to research. It's by and large what she excels at.]

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[teenyoda]

...

[Peers into the video, squinting.]

Adapt to what? I'm not exactly required to grow gills here. There's really only so much I can do.

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[devotedqueen]

[Even after all this time, Elincia isn't very used to how...flippantly people here speak. But all of that aside, this was an important question to consider]

There is no need for you to fight if you aren't trained in it. Tending to the injured, bringing out supplies to keep the fires lit--any aid that allows those fighting to keep their mind on the battle is always appreciated.

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[teenyoda]

Supplies stuff is probably the best I can do. I'm not really... ah... suited to injuries or dealing with them in any capacity.

[Unless you wanted him passing out every five minutes.]

[hexuality]

What d'you do at home?

[teenyoda]

... Lacrosse?

[What? It was an answer. Sort of.]

[bullhorned]

I ain't got no magic. Still managed to kill a few of those blighters.

[He speaks gruffly and almost scathingly. Not to Stiles, but because he has learned that this place is peculiar in that people fight with more than just swords.]

'sides, seems all they want us to do is eat their food and keep their shards pretty for them. Seems that ain't so hard for anyone to do.

[teenyoda]

So... you're saying that I should just... Hansel and Gretal it up until they cut me open and take my shard?

[Um, no, Gendry, that didn't sound fun. Maybe someone might wanna rethink that.]

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[rues]

[ yaaaawn. boring. this is why clarisse doesn't get along with mortals too well. not that she gets along with anyone too well, but that's not the point. why she even bothers with some people she clearly deems not worthy of her time is a mystery, but she just can't resist insulting people. ]

If you're that stupid, you might as well keep hiding under tables and throwing rocks ineffectively until natural selection finally gets rid of you.

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[teenyoda]

...

Maybe you're stupid.

[Not happy face.]

Newsflash, princess, not everyone's from places that this is a natural occurrence.

[Bitch He didn't just think that. Nope. Not at all.]

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[decked]

[well. out of all the things he expected from stiles on the network, asking for help on how to defend himself wasn't one of them.]

You serious?

[hiding under tables will get you nowhere, dude.]

You don't know how to defend yourself. At all.

[the last bit was meant to come out as more of a question, but...his sheer disbelief covered it up.]

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[teenyoda]

... The fact that you have to ask that makes me wonder about your mental health.

Did you not see my last attempt with the... no.

No. Just... no. Physical defense is not my forte. Even without certain... um, enhancements, I can still get creamed on the lacrosse field. Let's transfer that over to a place where large worms are hungry. Picture that.

No, stop. Really. Just... Just picture that. Then ask me that again.

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[courtly]

Anyone can wield a sword with enough practice. I can teach you, if you'd like.

[ The more the court as a whole could defend itself, the better, so Loras is feeling generous. ]

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[teenyoda]

Yeah? You should talk to that other guy, set up some sort of a 'teach the idiots who can't do anything' class. Pretty sure I'm still more likely to lose a body part if I pick up a sword, though.

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[redsea]

[ Well, he's screwed. At least, that's what she thought until she racked her brains for this. ]

I have something that can make you stronger. [ Then, the smile in her voice falters. ] But it will take time.

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[teenyoda]

...

[Color him intensely curious, but also wary.]

This thing isn't steroids, is it? Because, you know, my dad's a sheriff and I kind of grew up with the 'just say no to drugs' mantra.

[windowpain]

[ He'd been about to chastise the boy for cowardice and making excuses, but he thinks before he speaks, listening to the replies to this post.

Finally, he speaks, with all sincerity: ]

The world you come from must be fair indeed, if a young man has no reason to learn to fight.

[teenyoda]

Not really, but there's sort of an age thing. I'm seventeen. I'm still in school. If I was one of the gung ho types, I could join the army or something when I hit eighteen, but other than that, there's really no reason for someone my age to have to learn to fight.

Not where I live, anyway.

[Thank god for small favors like him not being born in a ghetto. He'dve been dead before he hit ten.]

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[countervail]

[ plenty have chastised the boy already and if he would like to have done the same, he pays no mention to it.

many civilians don't know how to defend themselves; hell, even half dunwall's city guard is green with inexperience. the only difference was, his world required those skills more than others. typically, at least.

instead, here's a simple answer: ]
Exploit your strengths.

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[teenyoda]

My strengths are sarcasm and fleeing. I'm very good at both. If you've found a way to suddenly make sarcasm fatal, I won't have a problem.

[Sorry, buddy, but he couldn't really help himself. It was two parts genetic and five parts generational.]

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[chiot]

Y'learn. [ Grinnnnnn. Yeah, he's got a pebble in his hand, too, and he's throwing it up and down. ]

Us? We're small an' quick, but we're also smart. So y'gotta learn.

[teenyoda]

[Oh, look, it was the mouthy kid. The one that made him feel sorry for his dad for having to deal with him if he was anything like that at that age. Sorry, dad.]

I'm not sure how much I can learn about 'killing big giant things that shouldn't even be real 101' without winding up being partially digested.

[altercate]

Stay out of the way.

[ yes, that's helpful advice. though the last thing derek wants is stiles on the front lines of anything. ]

[teenyoda]

... That's kind of the exact opposite of what I'm being told, Mr. Helpful.

[overdraws]

...Do you want to learn how to fight?

[teenyoda]

Do you really think I'm capable of it?

[Come on, Allison. Really? Really?]

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[merelychewed]

Have you tried learning to hide somewhere better than under tables?

So late. The White Rabbit's like... way ahead of you, dude.

[teenyoda]

Have I tri-- oh, ha ha. You're funny. This coming from someone the size of a house.

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[scission]

[Well, he'd already found himself speaking to Lydia Martin - what was another vaguely familiar teenage face?]

Surprising, that it's taken abduction to the land of fairies to have you considering further skill sets.

[Or maybe not, considering how fiercely Scott seemed to protect his friends.]

[teenyoda]

... Goddammit. Peter being here isn't bad enough? Now we have you? Let me guess, you're over in the evil camp doing evil things while you grow a mustache to twirl it.