Entries tagged with nico di angelo: pjo

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[video / both courts]

[the new face that appears over the lockets is strikingly pretty, with a sweet smile and all pale gold coloring that's probably reminiscent of some fairy tales. it's certainly pretty enough to be female, but the timbre of his voice is just such that it might call that into question for anyone actually paying attention.]

The rulers here are rather generous, aren't they? I can't claim to be alright with what basically comes down to kidnapping, but they certainly know how to soften the blow.

[there's a likable good-humor in his voice at that, and he spins the locket idly to show off his current living situation -- a king's suite.]

Are all quarters here really so nice? It's hard to believe enough wealth could exist anywhere, even in a place like this.

[he knows, of course, through a bit of magic-locket-network stalking and some eavesdropping, how the rooming situations here work. but it's an easy way to establish his station without having to give up that affable air he likes to affect, and a decent way to lure out anyone eager to explain things to a poor, confused newcomer. those are the sort of people he likes, after all, and some of the most useful.]

But then, who knows what the magic here is capable of? New worlds are sure to come with all new rules of their own, and I have to admit, I don't know exactly how this one works. [yet.] There are people who have been here for some time now, correct? I'd be extremely grateful if anyone who's had the time to learn such things could help me to better understand just what sort of place we're in.

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text; unlocked

[ alright, time to be annoying for the sake of rounding up the troops. the demigod troops, to be exact, but it's those particular hooligans that she's been feeling a desperate need to round up and talk to for some time now. too much has gone on, and there hasn't been enough talking about it, as far as she's concerned. so, maybe she's hoping being the resident not-demigod camper might get her some pull for this kind of thing. she'll even get on camera and glow menacingly if she has to, but. hopefully she won't. for their sakes, of course!! that ish is crazy intimidating, and she doesn't actually want to scare them into meeting up. but yeah, so. anyway... ]

Have you ever picked up an awful habit from someone you know well? Apollo always writes terrible haikus and sometimes I do, too. So now I'm writing to tell my demigod friends - it's time to meet up. I don't care where, but if you say no, I'll never stop the haiku-talk. Let's pick a time and place right now to avoid this horrible fate. 'Kay?

[ gold. ]

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Audio | August 2nd | Seelie-Locked + Private Videos within

[ The audio is short. ]

Those of you who went to Maupertis: What would you know of a prisoner that would be delivered to Reynard?

To those who visited the Unseelie dungeons in the retrieval of the Dara Sword:
What do you know of the prisoners kept within?

I may have news to share on it.

[ The audio-feed cuts off, but answers will come to those who ask ]

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Private Video to Clarisse La Rue, Korra, John Grimm, and Nico DiAngelo

[ Kaldur's face is creased with concern ]

My friends, I have learned that High Queen Morla has set a bounty upon each of your heads, and presumably also your shards.

Korra, Grimm, I wish to discuss our plans to Redgate in light of this.

Nico and Clarisse, I ask that you use caution when traveling, if not for your own sakes, but for those who travel with you.

If I receive more news, I shall share it as soon as possible.

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[Video; Open] 03 Shadows [Dated August 2nd]

[Nico opens up a video on the Locket for the first time since the memory-sharing incident. He still looks like he’s going to be sick, and is still tired from his summoning the dead stint during the battle a few days ago. At least he’s more alert and not fighting to keep his lunch down today.]

I wanted to share at least one story from my world, gods know there are plenty to tell, and I had some…encouragement.

[He looks off to the side to give an annoyed look at a certain someone who happens to be in the room with him. That someone happens to be Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and moral support extraordinaire.]

Also...when I’m done, I suppose I’ll answer any questions people have regarding my powers. I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer all of them, but I can try.

[Within reason. He’s not about to give away his weaknesses to potential enemies.]

( Story Time!!! )

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[Video | Open to Anyone | After Feast]

[This one looks rather ostentatious, though it isn't really through any choice of his own. He's red haired and dressed in Scarlets, muttering to himself and trying not to look too concerned. He's actually doing quite a good job of it, though the look in his eyes might give him away to anyone who knows how to read it.]

Safest Bard in Haven, indeed. [Never mind that he'd been the one to say that.] When Vanyel hears of this, I'll never hear the end of it. [Here he adopts a different tone, clearly imitating someone else.]

"Do you see, Stefen? I was right. My enemies will only use you against me." [Sigh.] Yes, he certainly needed another excuse to try and be rid of me.

Hellsteeth.

[He takes a few cautious glances around, but shakes his head. Apparently he doesn't like much of what he sees, but he does at least try to give an endearing, albeit self-deprecating smile.]

Would someone mind please informing me as to where I am? I'm afraid I've not much to provide in the way of a reward for your help, but I would certainly appreciate it. I'm sure I can find some way to repay you.

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[Video / After Feast / Open to Both Courts]

There is much in the world that has missed my notice. [Vanyel is resplendent in his Heraldic Whites and his hand is on his sword's hilt, though he has yet to draw it.] Are these Courts apart of the Havens? I am remarkably uninjured for one who might have experienced death.

[Where there should be fear or even a sense of wariness, there is only tired acceptance.]

This kingdom isn't like any I have ever encountered. I was in the middle of a forest and then...here.

[He knows better than to let his guard down, welcoming feast or not.]

I do not appreciate being separated from my Companion. Release your hold on her and free her to return to me. She has done you no harm.

[Yfandes will fight if she has been captured too, yet it bothers him that he cannot contact her.]

I am Herald-Mage Vanyel Ashkevron - otherwise known as Demonsbane and you would do well to heed my words and give me answers.

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Honour & Duty - Voice - Backdated July 26

Hail, folk of the shard. I am Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, a member of the company of Lancelot du Lac.

I mean to raise the alarm against an enemy of the Seelie in Caer Glaem, as Reynard the Fox, the Lord of Maupertius, has turned against us, and but a day ago sought to kill the members of this company. Avoid his lands and his banners, a red fox upon a black field! The Lord himself is deathless they say, and despite small stature possessed of great and terrible strength.

But also I call out to you now for another reason. We were given aide by another, Lord El-Melloi II, who may have been slain by the selfsame lord. I beg the help of any, whatever their banner, who might safely determine this for true: if finding it so, to inform this company, that I may parley for his body. If he lives still and is held prisoner, we will parley instead for his ransom.

Go with care.

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video. open to both courts.

[ Legolas has waited several hours to make this announcement. Grieving, weeping with quiet tears for the half of it, gathering composure and thoughts for the other. He still hardly feels the strength needed to say what he has to say, hardly feels himself having the competence, yet it must be said and he makes a good show for it.

His shoulders squared, head held high no matter the shame he still carries with his hair cut short as it is, his face seems carved out of stone into an expression of firm neutrality, yet not without the soft edges of gentleness. What suffering there is is hidden deeply and out of view. The light in his eyes has dimmed, and with the usual cheer and laughter missing from the picture he makes, his presence seems hollow.

A shadow of his usual self, yet he holds himself together all the same. The Prince he should be, his father's son though not once in his life has he been truly prepared to take over his father's role.

He never wanted to either and especially not like this. ]

Elvenking Thranduil has vanished from this world, leaving behind his shard.

[ His lip doesn't tremble, there is no pause, his voice is even. ]

What he has set out to do, I will carry out in time. 'tis a promise to the shard-holders and the natives of the Drabwurld alike. What begs to be repeat now, with my own voice, with my own words, is that I have forsworn all allegiance with either Court and I will build a home for all who wish not to be drawn into the madness of this foolish war.

[ Time for play is over, time for growing up at last has just begun. He takes no title, names himself no Prince nor King nor anything much really. ]

Those who had unfinished business with him are welcome to bring it to me, his son Legolas Thranduilion.

[ A beat of a pause then in a tone far gentler, yet at the same time tired, he adds. ]

And to those who are to partake in the upcoming battle, I wish you luck.

[ Be safe, he wishes he could say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Then mimicking his father's attitude, he shuts the locket without another word.

In what little time he was speaking the sharp edges of the shard in his hand cut through skin with the force of his hold on it, blood trickles down, painting red flowers on the floor, but he barely feels it. Body numbed to pain with the agony of the soul, he feels himself cracking and crumbling and shattering all over again. What strength that returned over the weeks spent at the Station, seems to be now fizzling out with every quiet breath.

He feels more alone than he has felt in all his life, not knowing if he'll ever see his father ever again. Not even knowing what has happened, in truth, just that today he was simply gone and on bed there lay a shard.

This isn't Arda, this is Drabwurld, will they ever see each other at Aman again? Or has he lost his father for all the rest of his life? ]

( ooc: there'll be a delay before he begins responding and all responses to this post will be in voice only. Thrandaddy is gone, babyleaf's gotta grow up asap and pull his act together. :c )

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memory + video // open to both courts

[Video of the memory here.]

( binding bonds. )

[Sometime later, Ike's usual vaguely frowning face will appear in the locket:]

Hm. Another one of these. Um... Sorry.

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Memory - Seelie and Unseelie

( Lengthy and spoilers for House of Hades )

[For anybody trying to look for him in Caer Glaem, it's already too late. Nico is gone, along with his belongings and Clifford the Hellhound. Attempting to reach him by the locket will only get radio silence. While he might make a couple exceptions, it won't be to talk about this. Never this. He can't....]

{OOC: Dialogue and everything is from the House of Hades by Rick Riordan.}

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( video ; seelie + unseelie )

(ooc: link to a video representation here! tw for torture/blood)

THE DREAM;

[ It starts of as nothing more than blackness and screaming, the sounds flickering desperately and the panicked breathing soon taking over. When Hermione remembers this moment it's the pain that surfaces first, then the panic, then the horror of her memories, but it takes so, so long for the memories to crawl out and be more than just echoed sounds.

Then there are visions, flashes of a face bearing into her own, whispering to her and a wand moving in front of her eyes, the sound of a curse echoing around her body as she screams with the pain, twitching. Her vision swims, now, from the agony, even as she lies through her teeth - and she is lying, desperately, not expecting to be believed but relishing the fact that even now, when she's on her back on a cold floor with a witch trying to Crucio her to death, she can protect her best friends.

It doesn't take long for the other woman to come back and take over Hermione's light of sight completely, leaning close and shouting in her face even as she tries to bite back desperate sobs. It's almost impossible, not with the ravaging pain that's taking over her, and it's not until the woman moves to the side and jerks forward, body twitching as she does something out of Hermione's vision but she still screams, body lurching and everything twisting as she tries to get away.

Everything is burning pain and agony and there's nothing she can do but breathe and try to keep going, despite her tears, desperate sobs that overtake the entire nightmare. The one word that echoes, over and over, is Mudblood; mudblood, mudblood, each hiss like a stab to her heart and another cut to her body.

Eventually, finally, the screaming is over, her voice is hoarse, and she's left just... Staring. Her gaze is a little fuzzy and distant, a little lost, and her hands twitch a little, her body readjusting to it's pain threshold being pushed too far, too fast, pulling all her energy out of her and leaving her worse for it. Eventually there are more whispered shouts behind her and a hand lifts, grabbing her, a knife pressed to her throat and her best friends in front of her, their lives on the line again and she'd failed --

and then she wakes up. ]

ADDED ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, text;

I don't suppose there's any way to get rid of this, is there? I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that. I'm truly sorry.

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video/OPEN TO BOTH COURTS

[When Elincia appears, she looks a little bit...frazzled. Definitely out of sorts. The circlet on her forehead is missing and her armor doesn't seem to be quite complete]

Ah...I don't suppose anyone has seen a couple of healing staffs lying around, have they? I found this--

[She lifts a giant axe (something big enough and heavy looking enough to look like it should cause Elincia some trouble but she handles the weight well, all things considered) up to the locket and looks a little bemused. She knows who the axe belongs to at least. All the more reason to get traveling soon]

---in their place. As nice as this axe is, I don't think I'm going to find much use out of it.

If anyone finds my staffs, I will be waiting in the stables for their return.

[She can't run off to travel without her staffs after all.

People can find healing staffs all over Caer Glaem. In trees, random suits of armor and so on AND MAYBE IN YOUR THINGS thanks Kow.]

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video; seelie/unseelie

Hi, hello. My name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, [ full name, force of habit ] totally new kid on the block, nice to meet you all. Right! So.

[ cue a ~~nervous~~ totally Cool and Collected ginger girl who is trying her best to act Cool and Collected about all of this. she's not shy, especially not camera shy, but this is all... new. and huge. and poorly timed. so. if you hear a muted taptaptaptaptap, that would be the sound of her hairbrush being tapped against her knee, off camera ]

One, does anyone want to go on a magical mystery tour with me around the castle? If I'm going to be living here I'd like to know my way around.

And two, does anybody have a surefire cure for a seriously killer ...magical mystery headache? I know it sounds like a dumb thing to ask about, a headache, of all the things. But! I'm hoping if I emphasize- the magical, mystery- part of why I think I have a killer headache, someone might understand why I'm feeling headachy and weird since I got here, and would be willing to help. Somehow. Or at least let me know if it will eventually pass or not.

[ heyyy any other psychic/oracle types who got mindwhammied by being taken away from their home world in the hooouse? ehhh? ]

-- I don't know how open we are about stuff here, I mean. The presence of pixies says "hey, we're cool with weird here!" but, who knows, right? Anyway. [ ramblerambleramble ] Headache advice would be great, a tour guide or another newbie to wander around with would be even greater.

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video ( open to seelie + unseelie )

[ The feed opens with Hermione in the library - where else would she be? - in the Seelie court, a pile of books and papers around her. It's obvious she's been reading and taking notes, going deeper and deeper into as many of the shelves as she can (and the only place she hasn't been allowed access is the Restricted Area, which she is going to get permission for soon). After a moment of brushing her hair out of her face and forcing a slightly brighter smile she leans forward, into the 'camera'. ]

Hello, everyone. My name is Hermione Granger, for anyone I haven't met yet, and I was just wondering if you'd mind answering a few questions I have?

[ She pauses for a moment, grabbing a piece of paper with a list on it and smoothing it out. ]

I was wondering if you'd all be able to tell me about magic, or powers, or anything that might not be considered 'normal' to the average human or otherwise that exist in your worlds? Maybe magical creatures, too, or beings that you think do not transcend to other places that you've heard of. In my world, if it's alright to call them that, we have magic, magical creatures and humans, giants, werewolves, vampires... But a lot of worlds - or universes, I suppose - don't.

[ She smiles, almost sheepish, shy. ]

I hope this isn't too intrusive, I'm just curious and I'd love to learn more, if I'm able.

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001; video (open to both courts)

It seems the queens are bringing more and more people in to fight for their cause.

[When the feed flickers on, Elincia seems to be muttering to herself a little before she straightens and smiles at the locket. More people was both a bad thing and a good thing in her eyes. Bad because this meant more people to fight a useless war. Good because there might be more who could help her with something that was very important if she wanted to take leave of the castle as soon as possible.

Normally, she wouldn't ask people for help in such a public manner. But here, she was completely out of her depths and there didn't seem to be any books in the library that could aid her. While the queen's gift certainly sped up the process, Elincia just didn't have the knowledge about animal taming and training in order to maximise it's potential.

Which is why she's here right now. She looks as neat and elegant as ever but to anyone who can read her well enough, they will be able to tell she's a little flustered.]

Excuse me, everyone, if I could just have a moment of your time, there are a few things I'd like to ask.

Firstly, I was wondering if there was anyone who could give me advice on taming animals. Wild horse-like creatures to be exact but if you have any advice at all, that would be most appreciated.

[She tips her head politely with a small smile]

While I've been around horses and pegasi all my life, I've never been asked to tame one and I find myself struggling to do so. I can offer my abilities as a healer in return, if you like.

Secondly, I would like to ask, those of the Seelie Court in particular - is there anyone else out there interested in taking their leave of the castle? I understand several groups have headed off already but if there's anyone else who desires to see the world out there [and get out of the castle's range before they were dragged into another battle with or without their consent. She had expressed interest to Lord El-Melloi before but this time, she thinks she might be able to move around more efficiently with the right preparations] then please, let me know. It seems to be safer to travel in groups than alone.

Thank you for your time.

[Another small tip of her head and the video ends]

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[Video: Seelie] 02 Shadows

( Private: Jason Grace )

[Hello, Caer Glaem. Nico has been unconscious since getting most everyone out from Caer Scima (the 19th of May). He...kind of went into a dead faint. Now, he's awake! Not that he looks any better. Indeed, the teenager actually looks a bit sick and like he can use more sleep.

However, he is determined to at least make this post to the magical locket network. Then he can rest again.]

I've heard that I might not have gotten everyone out of Caer Scima. I want to apologize for that. It was...more draining than I thought it would be. I'm afraid I won't be able to help anyone get back for at least a couple weeks.

[And he does look sincerely apologetic, not to mention guilty, about it.]

Even then...it might just be faster to get here the old fashioned way than shadow travel, depending on how far people are from Caer Glaem.

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video & text / seelie

[jason once again appears on the locket network, this time appearing to actually be in one of the provided bedrooms of caer glaem. woah. he tugs idly at the collar of his shirt, new outfit helpfully provided by the fairies in place of his original t-shirt and jeans (those unfortunately all torn and dirty after the camping trip/worm hunt). it's a lot more fantasy than anything he's used to, but he's way too nice to complain about the clothes he was given for free.]

Hey. Just wanted to check in, I guess, before we head out again tomorrow. More exploring and all that.

[the hope, of course, is that they find something useful to the people stuck here, a way of getting home or something. getting a feel for the area and learning what kind of threats inhabited it was helpful too, though.]

It might be a bit useless right now, but I sort of made plans to eventually help someone learn to fight -- whenever we get back again, at least -- so I figured I might as well open the offer up to anyone else who's interested in it. I've got a lot of experience training people, and I'm used to teaching kids, so literally anyone is welcome. [a beat, where a hesitant look briefly crosses his face before he covers it back up with that cool, unshakeable praetor look.] Clarisse, if you wanna help out with that whenever it happens, I'd appreciate it.

[consider that a peace offering. or at least, an apology for accidentally arming your nemesis with a lethal weapon. he can think of no better way to appease clarisse than to give her the opportunity to show off her admittedly very impressive fighting skills.

that appears to be all he has to say for now, but he seems to fiddle with the locket for a moment before it cuts out for most people, working out how to send a message privately.]

-private to luke-

can we talk

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[Video: Seelie] 01 Shadow

[Nico doesn't trust the Unseelie side. In fairness, he doesn't exactly trust the Seelie side, either. Of the two, he can at least trust that the Seelie side won't stab him in the back while he's asleep. He expects them to do it during the daytime.

At any rate, he decides to let his...allies (?) know at least one of his abilities. Two at most. The rest are best used as aces in his sleeves or whenever it actually comes up.

So, when the video feed comes on, Nico looks like he's up in a tree. He is because, man, he doesn't want his conversation jacked by Luke like in Jason's.]

My name is Nico di Angelo. The topic of transportation has come up a few times, and if the worms are any indication, then I expect that they're just the start of whatever we're going to be facing in this world. That's not even including the fact that we're most likely going to do battle with other people.

[A flicker of distaste crosses his face. Being a civilian in one war between mortals and a soldier in a war between demigods is just...not his idea of a fun time. Still, it needs to be said.]

I have abilities that don't include being good with a sword. I'm only comfortable with talking about two of them at this time. One is called shadow travel. It's best used at night, but the basics of this power is that I can go from one shadow to another no matter where it is. Distance and the amount of people I take with me have a very important factor in how much of an energy toll I get. Over seven thousand miles on my own will probably knock me out for a straight week, just to give an example. Even short jumps could leave me exhausted. I'm best used for emergency back up or just for emergency transportation if someone gets badly injured.

[Nico pauses, thinking about how to phrase the other one.]

The second ability...I'm able to affect the dead. I don't need anything special, it's just something that's natural for me. From spirits to the walking dead, I can either kill or banish them. Talk to them, too, in the case of ghosts.

[Okay, yeah, that's a lot of information, and hopefully it's useful.]

That's about it.

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oo1; video, seelie & unseelie

[ out in the Unseelie courtyard, surrounded by inky black thorn bushes (how appropriate,) Loki sits on the ground, rustling through the plants as delicately as possible. he seems amused enough, a small bundle of the plants already gathered in a cloth in his lap. ]

Atropa belladonna. Once known to be an effective anesthetic and even as a beauty aid, but now more commonly used as a deadly poison, able to render even the most mighty of warriors powerless. A useless, hallucinating, drooling pile on the ground.

Oft considered one of the primary tools of the witch. [ he laughs a little to himself. ] How fitting.

Tell me about yourselves, my new friends. Your worlds, your myths, your folklore. Your legends and your mysteries. I will share my own, in return.

Where I come from, there are nine known, documented realms. Nine worlds. The realms of the gods, the giants, the dying, and the dead among them. I have seen most all of them myself, and I must say, they hardly compare to the remarkable land I find myself in now. Very quaint.

I am sure there are others among you who agree, no? I can't be the only one who feels so very at home here.

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( one ) text ● seelie & unseelie !

So, we've been here long enough to get settled in and be faced with mortal peril. I have to say, being almost eaten and half-terrified really does knock you out at night.

Let's talk transport - who's found something better than horses? I'm talking magic portals. I'll take a bicycle if one's going.

- PH