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

[vrykolakas]

       [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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[vrykolakas]

They're burning the body. Already have, perhaps—it's the interring of the bones that's ceremonial.

I have work to do here. [He says it woodenly, and then, after a moment, relents.] Where is it? I could use some slice of sanity outside of Caer Scima's dramatics, even if I can't take advantage of it immediately.

[gordianknots]

Thank you, I wasn't sure how to word that.

[Waver will have to sort out his own emotions after hanging up. They've been all over the past several days, between trusted friends arriving, new concerns, and new dimensions to personalities he could have sworn he knew.]

Over in Nimh Gleanne where the Southern Road and the Eastern Road meet. The Barrel, we open Tuesday. I'll ensure we stay open late when you're in the area.

[vrykolakas]

Oh? And what are you selling?

[gordianknots]

Coffee, mostly. I'm in the process of curating a collection of books that the court libraries wouldn't have either.

[vrykolakas]

[That sounds promising. The Brucolac's silence is thoughtful and oddly intense, as if he's slowly dissecting those words.]

I'll come for the books.

[gordianknots]

[Waver expects that the silence means that the fact the books are the entire point isn't lost on the Brucolac.]

Excellent.