the brucolac. (
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.
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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: ]

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it was a regrettable loss, if you were the sort to regret things. it may mean they've lost Redgate as an ally and resource, it meant that there was going to be no leader at the front who could be appealed to with a certain rate of success, and this Midnight Court...six months felt like an even shorter amount of time than it already did, and for every answer they may unearth there are ten more questions.]
What of Berserker and Miss Liddell?
[she'll have to research as much as she can, as well as figure out who or what could be a reliable source of information of what was happening in Redgate in the coming weeks. and there needs to be a way of keeping an eye on the movements of Reynard -- if she has to do it personally she will. first what happened with the professor, now this.]
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And yet where the hell is Reynard, and what have they actually achieved?]
Inexplicably alive.
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[she lets out a long sigh after coming to her conclusions, adjusting her glasses and folding her arms.]
Must every diplomatic mission we are sent on culminate in catastrophe?