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eachdraidh2014-10-03 12:32 pm
vrykolakas) wrote in eachdraidh2014-10-03 12:32 pm
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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[ooc: I realised too late that dating it this way means it went up a few days before new arrivals, damn it! but PLEASE feel free to have any newbies reply a few days late, if you so wish. c: ]
[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.
- - - -
[ooc: I realised too late that dating it this way means it went up a few days before new arrivals, damn it! but PLEASE feel free to have any newbies reply a few days late, if you so wish. c: ]
Private; Voice
I'm certain you witnessed the aftermath, sir.
Private; Voice
By aftermath, do you mean the crater, the fact that the entire fucking Market district of Treun smells of charred earth or something else?
Private; Voice
I nearly removed his shards--actually... I'm not certain I failed or not. For the most part, his exit was a mystery and his survival a greater one.
Private; Voice
What is he?
[That's rhetorical. Yes, yes, he's got however many shards, he's got an army, etcetera, the Brucolac knows; the question is just a sort of quiet expression of despair.]
Private; Voice
If he has survived, he may learn from his mistake, but it would be a difficult hurdle to overcome.
Private; Voice
How did you meet Fortuna?
Private; Voice
However, in exchange, he demanded I remain silent and inactive until he gave me a signal to attack.