Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Partially Accidental) | Action for those in Troichean Beinn

[teenyoda]

[The image comes on of a room, an unfamiliar room to all but a small handful in Troichean Beinn. The picture rises and falls rapidly, a panting sound coming before there's a sharp cry and the visual changes to the wall as the body wearing the locket rises.

Sorry, folks, but it seems like Stiles turned the locket on while he was having his nightmare or vision or whatever the hell it was, reaching for something to help him get out of it and flicking on the video. Oops? He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so confused.]

Scott? Malia...?

[He blinks, eying the stone walls in front of him and groaning as it all comes back in a rush. Drabwurld. Fairies. Crap.

It's a moment after that that he realizes the locket's on and he looks tired as he turns it to peer into it, seeing it unlocked to both courts. Great.]

Um... I guess I left? But I'm back now. Though... I'm not at Caer Glaem. Am I still at Troichean Beinn? Gendry? Jon? Sansa? I thought I would have shown up back at court, but hey, look, they don't entirely suck.

[Nope. Someone didn't know they'd been sleeping. He thought he'd left and gone for months and came back. Who wants to break the news? Shut up, Peter.]

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[bullhorned]

[... ADHD?]

Do you think you truly went back? Or... at least, dreamed of things to come?

[teenyoda]

I don't know. I think I'm going to have to ask the kingly and queenly ones that the next time they deign to make themselves visible.

[bullhorned]

My uncle, Lord Renly, had something happen to him like that. I didn't know he'd been sleeping all that long, but he saw the remainder of his life.

[And they'd had quite the talk about that. Perhaps this was something that happened to them. Maybe Gendry would have his own long rest before long.

GRRM cackles in the distance. "TWOW 2018!"]

[teenyoda]

Oh? Huh. You think he'd mind if I maybe... called him and asked him about that?

[Because having someone with similar experiences to talk to might be helpful.]

[bullhorned]

Mayhaps. He might not want to talk about the dreams themselves.

[Because who wanted to speak of their own death?]

[teenyoda]

Yeah, I get that. I just... kind of want to talk about the experience. Not the, um, specifics.

[bullhorned]

Renly Baratheon. That's his name. He's a king or was, at least. You ought to keep that in mind when you speak to him.

[Not that he thinks his uncle would get upset if Stiles didn't. But given the way Stiles doesn't even bother with Sansa's title, he reckons the reminder would be helpful.]

[teenyoda]

Uh huh.

[Which meant that he'd just call him Ren-Ren and dudebro. Titles were for chumps.]

[bullhorned]

[Well, he's the last one to make a big deal out of it because screw highborns.]

You can mention to him I ain't dead yet. We've not talked in awhile.

[teenyoda]

[Mental high-five, bro.]

Yeah, sure. I can do that.

You know Sansa wants me to get you to make me armor?

[bullhorned]

Armor? For you? Why?

[What a waste!]

[teenyoda]

[=| Screw you too, Gendry.]

Because she thinks I should be prepared. I told her it was a bad idea, but... she's a worrier.

[bullhorned]

I think a boiled leather jerkin would serve you well enough. A mail shirt, mayhaps.

[Anything more was overkill. In any case, Gendry did not feel beholden to dedicate that much time to something Stiles would not likely need or want. He had not even begun to make his own armor yet.]

[teenyoda]

I'm fine. I don't need a boiled egg shirt, thanks.

[bullhorned]

It's not made of egg, you halfwit. It's solid, but light. It won't stop a sword, but it might keep an arrow.

[teenyoda]

Dude, if I'm getting swords and arrows pointed at me, I'm going to need more than a shirt. Maybe like... a... I don't know. Bubble? Oooh. I should work on a shield.

[bullhorned]

... a bubble? What's a bubble going to do? [Stiles do you even hear yourself.]

[teenyoda]

A magic bubble, Gen. A shield bubble. Remember those books I told you about that people use for reference to play at being dragons and stuff? They have spells and things for shields that are basically like, bubbles that protect people from things. Could be specific ones for physical objects or against just fire or just ice or against mental attacks or magic. I'll have to look through my books and see if there's anything there. Maybe talk to Hermione about it.

[bullhorned]

[He frowns. All of this sounds absurd. Sure, he's seen Stile use magic. But all of this...]

What's wrong with a proper shield?

[teenyoda]

Well, for starters, it's pretty much only as strong as I am. If I can't hold it up against someone throwing fire at me, I'm gonna get roasted. What if it breaks? Then I'm SOL. I mean, there's nothing wrong with them, if you can use them, but it's the same as a sword for me. Not really my strong suit.

[bullhorned]

I heard a strange thing. My master said that at Redgate, there's a type of stone what makes magic fail. The place is bloody covered with the stuff. No magic works. At least not most. His does.

[teenyoda]

Really? So someone could just pick up one of those stones and chuck it at someone magical? Or does it affect everything it touches? Like... how's that work?

[Because that was interesting, Gendry. He could do slingshots with those.]

[bullhorned]

I'm not sure. Only that magic don't work if you're around it. It might be bad news if someone fancies tossing one of them at your bubble shield.

[See, there was a point to that.]

[teenyoda]

[Yeah, he figured, but he was living in denial for a moment in the vain hope that Gendry wouldn't mention it.]

There's no perfect protection, bro. Regular shields could be shattered by magic and now magical ones can be screwed up by magic-cancelling rocks. I'd be boned either way.

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[bullhorned]

I'm learning a bit of magic now. [Yeah Stiles! Two can play at that game!]