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.]

Comments

[baseborne]

And what's google, then? [He less missed needing translation for half their conversations, though.]

[teenyoda]

... It's the internet. We will find it. It's happening.

[baseborne]

I'll look at your... internet, if you at least try to learn to use your shard.

[teenyoda]

Okay, but we're going to have to figure out something that isn't you beating me up with a sword.

[baseborne]

I could just defend, if it worries you so.

[teenyoda]

But what if I hurt you...

[He realized how dumb that sounded before he even finished it.]

[baseborne]

[Jon laughs, but it's more just amused than overly cruel.]

You'll owe me one of your healing potions, then, is all. It's fun, Stiles, and a few bruises aren't so bad at the end of any day.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, you and Scott are definitely the same. Getting banged up? Not fun. Having someone run at you with something sharp and pointy? Again, not fun.

[baseborne]

Practice swords are blunted, Stiles. [Duh!] You do it so when someone does run at you with something sharp and pointy it's them getting stuck, not you.

[teenyoda]

... Same difference. You're a masochist, Jon. It's not healthy. I'd see someone about that if I were you.

[baseborne]

I take it back, might be I will ring your head for you when we do this.

[teenyoda]

You really need to work on your personal skills, bro. That's not how you get someone to do things.

[baseborne]

Usually I order men to do things. [Before becoming Lord Commander he just employed his killer puppy eyes (or threatened people with horrible direwolf-related grizzly fates), but he's not going to acknowledge that.] But I suspect you're not the type to follow orders well.

[teenyoda]

[You know what your answer to that is, Jon? A laugh. A long, long, drawn out laugh.]

[baseborne]

Oh, shut up. [But secretly he's like, really glad about that okay??]

[teenyoda]

Ask a stupid question, man...

[baseborne]

I didn't ask! ... Strictly speaking.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, well, just letting you know that the whole Lord Commander thing? Not going to cut it with me. If I don't listen to my dad, who's a sheriff, I'm not going to listen to my friend, who's a... guy with a sword.

[baseborne]

I'm hardly a Lord Commander here, anyway. There's no Wall, and I've nothing to command.

[teenyoda]

You've got your little army of wolf pups, your family, and whoever else falls for those big browns. I think you'll do well here, Jonny boy.

[baseborne]

--Grey. [Stark colors, Stiles!] And no one falls for them, anyhow. And Sansa's the head of the family, not me. [Ahh, inheritance.]

[teenyoda]

Really?

[Okay, he's actually going to step in and get a better look now.]

Huh. They look brown from here. And you're still the oldest. Big bro. Man of the house.

[baseborne]

[Careful, Stiles, the closer you get the more powerful the puppy eyes!] Half bro--ther. [He tried to say "bro" but he couldn't do it, he just couldn't.] I'll give her advice if she seeks it, but it's her word that's law.

[teenyoda]

[He'll chance it. He's had Scott's head in his lap with those big browns looking up at him and been able to... not... resist at all. Goddammit.]

A brother is a brother. Just live with it. And I think... I mean, I don't know for sure [yes he did] but I think Sansa will be open to suggestions from you. And talking. Like... stuff. Probably.

[baseborne]

[Jon fidgets, just a little.] In truth, it is.. hard, to trust that another will make the right decisions again. I do not miss it, gods know that, but... [His shoulders slump and he trails off. He doesn't want to say that Sansa shouldn't be her lord father's heir, that's disloyal in so many ways and he is already swimming in the guilt of once wishing for Winterfell to be his own.]