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001 ♖ [video] | both courts

[Castle appears on the locket network looking concerned. It's been 24 hours since he followed faeries to the place, 24 hours since his car went off the road into an embankment and he had… died? Maybe. It's his assumption, based on the faeries, which makes this some kind of afterlife. It isn't what he was expecting, but he's pretty pleased with it. Who knew heaven was one epic renaissance festival?

One problem remains though, and that's the location of Kate. Of course, if this is the afterlife, she's not here. As far as he knows, she's alive and well, possibly mourning his death on what was supposed to be their wedding day. He feels guilty, but hopes that he made the right choice in coming here.

He's spent the day searching the castle and asking whoever he comes across whether they've seen a woman matching Kate's description. No luck so far. Castle is finally taking the advice of some and asking over the locket network.]

Hi there. My name's Richard Castle and I'm new to your land. It's awesome, by the way. I've got no complaints, really, except… I'm looking for someone and wondering if she managed to find her way here too. Her name is Kate Beckett. She's in her thirties, tall, thin, long brown hair, really beautiful. [He smiles in a way that makes it obvious he's describing his lover.] But also really stern. Like… probably waving around a badge and barking that she's NYPD and what the hell is going on. [That's Kate in a nutshell.] Anyway, if anyone knows of her or her whereabouts, please let me know. If she's here, I'd like to find her.

[Despite the odds, there's still a little glimmer of hope in him. He and Kate have a very odd connection and a tendency to find each other, even when it seems unlikely. She could be here, though Castle doubts that Kate would actually acknowledge faeries existing, let alone follow them to another world. But, he could still hope.]

Thanks.

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[It might be hard to tell that Aubri's a gryphon upon first look -- the locket doesn't show much beside his face, after all. He's not quite all bird, though: the ear tufts rather give him away, as do the occasional glimpse of wings behind him.]

So many people asking for others. Have you found your Kate?

[His accent is noticeable: rolling sibilants and elongated vowels.]

Don't waste your breath. If you're looking for someone from home, you're not going to find her here.

[Probably, though that could just be his inner...and outer pessimist talking.]

The only people with family here are the elves. And trust me, that is not necessarily a good thing.

[Three things catch his attention:

1.) Castle is probably the first person to describe this place as awesome (at least so openly.)
2.) NYPD. He's sort of still starry-eyed about New York since he just got there back in his own world.
3.) He's apparently kind of old. Hey. Thirties is old when you're eighteen.

But instead of saying that no, sorry, he hasn't seen her, he can't help but ask.]

What's so special about her? [Or, rather, "why is she so important to you?" It's curiosity more than anything.]

[ Enjoy your first Elf, Richard. ]

There are lands outside the rule of the courts where lockets and their functions are not widely used. You had best send word to them with the aid of the birds, domesticated or not, in the event your lady has emerged into Allaidh Darach there, for not all are so kindly awakened within a walled sanctuary. I, myself, opened my eyes to the wilderness.

[ Police! Police is good. Police is very good. Police is normal and that has Kelsi's attention. She knows she shouldn't assume the other is an officer, too, but--well, she does. The guy talking looks to be about cop age, too, though Kelsi being 18 means she has a horrible sense of age judgement.

Still, she squares her shoulders and tries her best to make eye-contact with the locker. Authority figures have always sort of been difficult to talk to. ]

Maybe she's going to come later? Or maybe she's safe in her own world.

[ and your second elf, though that probably won't be immediately obvious. ]

No complaints about being drawn into a strangers' war? [ a pause. ] .. My brother quickly found me on this.. network. If your lady is here, I imagine she, too, will find you in good time.

I've not know any with that name, my lord. But it might serve you to keep looking, men appear every few turns of the moon whether dead or alive or in the wrong time. [Gods know how often Jon scours the lockets and feasting halls for his dead brothers. And it was at this last feast that he finally found one!]

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