eachdraidh | iii. video. open, then unseelie-locked. backdated to the end of september, ~29-30th

[UNLOCKED: VISIBLE TO ALL.]

[Candlelight laps at the dim image of the Brucolac's face, showing up mottled scars along his cheeks. His expression is tired. Whether it's the light or exhaustion, his olive skin looks faintly greenish.]

Alyosha of Redgate is dead by the hand of Reynard the Fox.

[It's not a lie. She is exactly as deceased as he is. He sighs out a breath, tches faintly, and moves on, his hoarse, scratchy voice impassive.]

Unrelatedly, I require information on the thief who stole the feathers of the birdking. He wasn't found? Did anyone pick up a trail?

[He knows he wasn't found. Hence (partly) the current sticky situation he's in.]

[LOCKED TO UNSEELIE.]

I'm at Caer Scima.

[He hisses through his teeth, rubs his forehead; his head is pounding, thick knots of tension twisting in his temples, pain shooting down his neck, bursting behind his eyes, tightening his jaw. Bone-dry and grimly humourous, he says:]

If anyone, preferably human, feels they have a surplus of blood.

[That sentence is left unfinished, the conclusion—in his mind, at least—obvious.]

[LOCKED TO ALICE & BERSERKER.]

[Flatly:]

What the fuck happened.

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You have a truly fucked-up sense of responsibility.

[—seven books in one sentence.]

I will. Do I have to tell you that the reverse holds?

Do I?

[ There's a muffled clink sound and it's clear that he's pouring himself a glass of water. ]

I appreciate it and hope I never need to ask.

I can't be the first to point this out to you.

[ Enjoy some awkward silence. ]

Er, well, you're not the first, but ...

[SHAKING HIS HEAD. ...invisibly.]

Never mind. I can hardly talk.

And yet we both manage.

[ To talk that is. ]

I genuinely cannot fathom how or why.

[—he offers that incredibly depressing statement in a tone which, while weary, is undeniably amused.]

Here's another question for you, and it's one that might improve your day: do you know what you're supposed to wear at the theatre here?

I look like I know the answer to that?

[It's the hair, Brucolac.]

Clothing. Good, slick-as-shit, but comfortable clothing, not the over-stuffed trifleish fancies of fashion. I trust you wouldn't, but I don't trust others not to tell you otherwise. Ask at the castle wardrobe. Exactly that wording.

See? You know better than I do.

And I'll deliver it just as you've said.

[ Enjoy that image. ]

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