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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[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!]

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[teenyoda]

Really?

[See that? That was Stiles perking up.]

That's great! What kind?

[bullhorned]

Dwarf magic. The sort what makes their clockwork stuff move about on its own.

[Stiles, he could build a mech. And it would be awesome. And you'd never be allowed to ride.]

[teenyoda]

Really? You've got to show me how to do that.

[Stiles had to Knoooooooooooooooooooow everything, Gendry. And you'd better let him ride your toys. OR ELSE.]

[bullhorned]

Don't know that I can. I'm the first human to learn it. They've never taught an outsider before.

[He is learning basically all the best exclusive secrets, man. He can't just pass them off to some random guy.]

[teenyoda]

... Oh.

[Ow. That stung. He thought they were bros, man. They'd seen eachother's equipment while peeing off the boat. They were peebrothers.]

Well, maybe you can still show me what you can, without pissing them off. Or, you know, maybe show me more. If they're cool with it. Eventually. Maybe.

[bullhorned]

[But they were not yet weiner cousins. That was a step that was a long way off for them both.]

I could show you... I figure it will take me a long time to learn it all, though. [Smithing is related to it, sure. He can also make all manner of tools. But this was almost entirely new. He was taking up a whole new discipline.]

[teenyoda]

[He could dream, Gendry. He could dream.]

Hey, whatever works, man. I'm just glad to see you, you know, interested in something.