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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[teenyoda]

You fought the police.

With barricades.

That's, uh... hate to break it to you, kid, but that's a riot.

[gamin]

Riots ain't got a purpose, fool.

[teenyoda]

Sure they do. Violence and damage and venting. It's a mob temper tantrum.

[gamin]

But then they aren't fightin' fo ra cause, they're jus' bein' angry. What if you're angry 'cause of summin', summat?

[teenyoda]

... What if you spoke English and summer somewhere?

[gamin]

I speak French, m'sieur. Ain't high-class, though.

[teenyoda]

You do not speak French. You speak really bad English. Because I don't speak French, so this conversation wouldn't be happening otherwise.

[gamin]

Then we seem to be at an impasse, m'sieur, 'cause I don't know English.

[teenyoda]

That's just...

That doesn't even make sense. How can...

Crap. Is this fairy magic?

[gamin]

[ Squint. ]

If we're from differnt times an' summa us got magic and summa us don't, then maybe...

Nnn. Maybe you think I'm speakin' terrible English 'cause I ain't speakin' proper French, M'speakin Argot.

[teenyoda]

Pretty sure French is French and English is English. Unless you were speaking crappy English, I shouldn't be able to understand you.

[gamin]

An' I wouldn't be able to understand you.

[ Solemn nod ]

You're right. It's fairy magic.

[teenyoda]

Well, that's just great. I've been magicked and I have no idea how.

[Thoughtful look.]

I wonder if it has anything to do with the shards?

[gamin]

The ones that are supposed to be in you? [ Yeah. That'd definitely make sense. Gavroche nods a a second time.>/small> ] It would make sense, but I don't remember anythin' lumpy in my chest.

[teenyoda]

None of us do. Pretty sure it would have shown up in my x-rays. Not a lot of room in there for some shard thing. Unless it's like, a sliver.

[gamin]

Whuzza? X-Ray.

[teenyoda]

Oh, um. Crap. It's like a machine that takes pictures of your bones. Without having to cut you open or something.

[gamin]

Does it hurt?! [ THE FUTURE IS WEIRD ]

[teenyoda]

[TELL HIM ABOUT IT, BRO]

Hurt? Nah. It's just like getting your picture taken. Which... you probably don't know about. You know how people get their, ah, what, portrait painted and they have to stand there for hours? Pictures are like, someone painting your portrait in less than a second.

[gamin]

That's impossible! But... So is fairies, huh?

So I believe you.

Why would you want your bones taken an 'x-ray?'

[teenyoda]

To see if they're broken? How badly they are if they are? If you have implants or shrapnel or something. I'm not exactly Doogie Howser, so..."