Video - Seelie/Unseelie

[teenyoda]

[The image that comes onto the lockets is an almost peaceful one. The blue sky and white fluffy clouds that bob a little from the POV of the locket. A little movement shows that that's because the transmission is clearly coming from a boat. The locket, with a little more jostling, is shown to be resting in fabric on what appears to be the deck of the boat. One might be curious as to why a transmission was coming suddenly from seemingly nowhere on a boat, but the answer shows itself soon enough in the form of one suckered tentacle flipping the locket around. If it was ever possible for an octopus to look both pissed off and surprised out of its mind, this one was doing a very good job. One of its many arms clutched at a small feather, the other limbs flopping around and smacking at the deck as the thing clearly tried to actually go somewhere. It couldn't walk to save its life and wound up rolling out of the pile of clothes, taking the locket with it.

Heavy stomps could be heard as boots came closer across the deck to the cephalopod, a shadow coming between the sun and the locket as a large man loomed over it. "Well then. What's this? How's you get aboard, ye slippery little thing. Back to the sea with you."

A hand bent down to try to pick up the octopus and there was a flurry of lashing arms as it latched onto the man and refused to let go. Curses were spat and the man called out for a fellow sailor, but before the other man could come closer with the knife it held to free his shipmate, a third voice joined. One others might find a bit familiar. A naked seventeen year old was clutching the man's arm and looking up at him with fear and horror. It took Stiles about five second to remember about the locket and he dropped to the deck, scrambling for both his clothes and to turn the locket off.]

~*~

[It was about twenty minutes later when a red-faced Stiles showed himself on the network.]

Um, about that...

Sorry? I... have no idea what happened. One minute I was standing looking over the rails and the next... um... aha. Let's just pretend that didn't happen, okay? Okay. But, if anyone can tell me what just happened, that would be really, really helpful. Especially in making sure it doesn't happen again.

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[steeledskin]

Fae intervention. [ she mulls over the concept. it's a good point, well-made. at long last she nods (though mostly to herself) ] No -- you speak truly, Stiles. I wouldn't want to see someone cast out for things beyond their control.

[teenyoda]

[Had he just made a point? That she'd listened to? Oh. My. God.]

Cool. Cool. That's great. So... Cothromach, yeah? I'll have to see about, ah, warding a room there, if you're okay with that. I still need to practice my magic and stuff, so having a place where it won't bug anyone else is pretty integral.

[steeledskin]

Certainly. [ she indulges the request. how can she not? ] Whatever it is you need, I will do what I can to get it for you.

[teenyoda]

Nothing fancy or anything. I just don't want any spells to, ah, leak out.

[Hey, he wasn't setting beds on fire anymore, but he was still pushing his limits to learn more. Accidents were bound to happen. Come on, Sansa. It was Stiles. How he managed not to give himself a tail and speak only in ribbits was amazing.]

[steeledskin]

Can you do these wards? [ she asks -- an organized mind trying to put her opportunities in a row. ] Or ought I make arrangements for someone to travel there in your stead to do these spells?

[teenyoda]

I don't know, honestly. I was thinking of talking to someone at Caer Glaem to see how they did the ones in my workshop there. If it's beyond what I can do, which, honestly, I'm pretty sure it is, I'll see about getting it done. Just wanted to check before I go and start messing around with your castle.