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{ Locket - Video }

[The image shows a hard looking man, dark green of skin and fiery red in beard and hair. The rough lines of his features show his age and a lifetime of hard living, though he richly decorates himself in gold and jewels that adorn his forehead, his spiked crown, and earrings. There was no kindness wrote in his eyes and his bearing was that of a general and a king. Every word he utters is precisely mean.

His is a name that is known throughout the Drabwurld, despite not yet having lived in this world for a full year.]

I am Ganondorf Dragmire, Lord of both Mair and Maupertius. Both I have won through battle and conquest and that alone should tell you all you need know of me. A battle is coming that will make our previous conflicts look like squabbles. In light of recent aggressions within Unseelie territory by Seelie shardholders, I will no longer tolerate Seelie shardholders within my city without my express authorization. I issued this warning once, but now I make it law. All Seelie shardholders will leave my lands or they will be considered spies and be treated thusly. I will allow one week for any such individuals to make their arrangements and leave. After that week, they will no longer be tolerated. Neither Mair nor Maupertius will provide a safe haven for you, regardless of whether you think to claim neutrality to this conflict. Your word is meaningless next to the safety of my people.

Do not trouble me with your objections or accusations. I have no use for them.

( War Preparations Within Mair )

desperate_times

[High in the sky, as usual, aboard the Black Pearl.]

Does it feel a little tense lately, or is it just me?

[She tries to avoid such feelings, but it's as though something is really looming now.]

If something happens and you get in a spot of trouble, send me a call and I can try and get you out. The Pearl is flying over the southern border right now, so if you're too far away, probably best to rely on yourself.

But know that I'm not going to risk this ship to save one person in a hornet's nest. It's too valuable for that.

[Just so they're clear.]

[ooc: Yes the Pearl flies! It's been sailing all over the place since September you guys XD;]

desperate_times

[Chloe is being filmed by another. She’s aboard the Black Pearl, sailing high in Unseelie skies.]

Well! It looks like we’re being called to do a little work. Since I don’t like to be on the bad side of uber-powerful beings, I’m going to have to be good and scout the southern border of the Unseelie territory.

So! Here’s what that means to you.

If you cross the border and you are not Unseelie, I may just have to drop something unpleasant on you from above. The Black Pearl will be sailing to-and-fro, and despite not having actual eyes, the skeleton crew is somehow pretty good at spotting things. Let’s try to avoid that nastiness, alright?

[A bright smile.]

This job is, well, it’s not exactly entertaining, so here’s how we’re spicing it up.

[She steps aside and lifts her arms out ala Vanna White to show off three mystery boxes. They’re so mysterious they even have big ? marks painted on them!]

Ladies and gentleman, inside of these boxes are three super fun surprises. Or, fun for me, anyway. I’ve asked my crew to place inside one of these boxes a load of confetti, in another box a load of dish water, and in a third box, a load of cow dung.

When you’re spotted, I’ll randomly choose a box! I’ll have no idea what’s in it until my crew drops it on top of you. Won’t that be exciting?

Now, if you continue to persist in your venture into Unseelie territory, the next thing that falls on you will be a cannonball.

See? We can make patrols less boring if we try really hard.

vrykolakas

[The Brucolac isn't in his rooms, for those who know what they look like. Rather, the locket shows him cross-legged on the floor of an inn room in Mair, with a ledger on his lap, a teacup in his hand (Alice will recognise it) and a pile of coins set nice and obviously by his knee. The king was in his counting house, etc.]

Who amongst you can restore sight to one blinded?

I'm willing to pay, provided your service is prompt and effective. [Scratching thoughtfully at his neat-trimmed stubble, evidently assessing some mental diary of appointments. He's got to fit in visiting fire-nymphs, hearing Alyosha lecture at the Barrel, potentially roughing up some brothel-owners, selling drugs and, oh, and somehow finding Morla's favour. His mouth turns down with faint, irritable displeasure at the chaos of it all.] Preferably before the end of the month.

wipedclean

[He looks slightly nervous. He still... doesn't do this talking thing well, and he doesn't really see the point of introducing himself to everyone. Making himself known to the entire network... showing his face on a recorded device... he's not supposed to, and it's just a bad idea for an assassin but...

But Steve said he should, so... well. He is.]

...hello.

[He swallows, his gaze flickering off to the side, where, unseen to the camera, Steve is nodding and giving him a thumbs up.]

I'm... Bucky.

[He hesitates when he says it, because... it's the first time he's said it. That he can remember.]

I was told I've been here before, but I don't remember.

[He frowns.]

So I'm sorry. If you knew me before. I don't remember you.

[He glances over to the side again, shifts, shakes his head. He's done, he doesn't want to do this anymore.]

That's it.

kilimanjaro

[The feed comes on sideways, and gives a good view of a big black nose. Bryndis, loyal to her master, has found some way to turn on Kìli’s dropped locket. There’s a brief snuffle from the pup and she draws back to her master’s side, who is lying on the ground with his eyes closed, looking half-beaten and certainly nowhere near sober. He is apparently completely unaware of the locket being on and is slurring out words in a mixture of English and his own native tongue. There’s a nice cut down his forehead, blood trickling down into a black eye, but he’s too gone to care.]

Thatrulkhud fandùna, bunmel, ulnas... She’s gone, Bryn, she’s gone... [He curls in on himself, giving a small little whimper. His fingers curl into the dirt.] I am makarfûn. Mahal, I...this is...this is... kherkhar.

[The pup whines, sitting down beside him. Kìli reaches for her, one hand stroking her fur before pausing in her scruff and tightening there.] Zusul, Bryndis. I...I thought...I thought she was my sabrel, that I could...ihrêr.

[The direwolf pup shifts, her wagging tail hitting the locket and sending it skidding another direction as she comes closer to comfort her master.]

notyetlegend

[When the screen flicks on, it focuses on Merida kneeling over a deer. A deer as white and pure as the snow, were it not for the blood under its neck tainting its silvery fur. Gingerly, she tugs the arrow from the muscle, reaching to close its eyes with her other hand, bow itself resting against a nearby tree. Merida murmurs something in Gaelic, retracting her hand from its face.]

Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.

[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.

Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]

Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?

Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?

firith

( (cut for length) your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you )

desperate_times

[Chloe is shown in video leaning against a rail. She's not holding the locket herself, but instead is being filmed by another.]

Well, I'm sorry to say it appears Captain Jack Sparrow is no longer a part of this world. First Veronica, then Greg, and now Jack. It's a pity. I thought I'd found a place here among them... some mates I could rely on. [It's genuine. She really is sad they're gone. Guess that's the nature of this world. It's when happens when you get attached. But then she puts on her brave face.]

But no matter. I'm used to picking up the pieces.

On the plus side, Jack didn't take everything with him.

[The view of her enlarges until it's clear she's standing on the deck of The Black Pearl, and the Pearl is aloft among the clouds. The skeleton crew (yes actual skeletons) are shuffling about, as well. A good thing they still work, too, because Chloe wouldn't be able to sail this vessel on her own.]

A one-man pirate crew doesn't really work. As much as I would love to pillage the hell out of you, it probably isn't wise. Instead, The Pearl and I are going into a new line of business. [At least until Jack returns or something else happens.]

This ship will function as a transport vessel. Transporting is what I used to do back home anyway. [Among other things.] She will sail between various ports, cities, and fairy rings, offering a means of travel. [Not as far as Caer Glaem, naturally. She is unseelie, after all.] There will be a small fee per passenger, of course. Other rates will apply if there's an excess of cargo you need moved. Considering the dangers within the forest lands, this is a much safer means of getting about, and the ship can defend itself if necessary.

Contact me to make any 'special' requests.

[ooc: At any time you want a ride, you can hand-wave it, provided the trip is peaceful and uneventful. If you want to log it or action tag, I'd be more than happy to! Just make sure you pay or a skeleton might throw you overboard... from very high up.]

fiercestwarrior

[ Sif is not bothering with trying to mask the marks of grief on her face, the shine of unshed tears in her eyes and the dark circles underneath them. She is tired, and there is little sense in pretending as if she has not been touched by recent events.

When she speaks her voice is flat and a little huskier than usual, but her words are uttered calmly and without hesitation. ]

I know not what friends he made in this place, but he always had a particular gift for making people think well of him so I suspect it was no different here, and so in case he is missed by some of you I must inform you that Thor Odinson is no longer in this realm. I know not why it could not hold him but... he is gone.

[ And what does that even mean? Is he dead? Is he back home? Is he stuck somewhere in limbo?

And what is she supposed to do? Hold a funeral? Some sort of ceremony to honor his memory?

She sighs, finding that there really is no more that she wishes to say even if some part of her thinks that perhaps she should. ]

That is all.

starspangled

Looks like we're getting the new arrivals again. My name's Steve Rogers, sorry I missed the feast. I should probably start by telling you that it doesn't matter which court drafted you into this war, and that it's not some shard inside of you that makes you important. But I think a lot of us already know that.

Another thing that I've learned is that you can get so focused on this world, you start to lose touch with the little things that you love about your own.

[The subject that he's about to bring up is also full of jubilation and heartbreak, love and victory and loss. And in some cases, betrayal.

He's looking at you, Dodgers.]

For me it's baseball. Does anyone else play? Because I couldn't help but notice that there's plenty of field around here. Maybe in the spring we could find a couple of bats, or even just toss a ball around for a little R and R.

See, the thing I love about baseball is that both sides get a fair shot. Everyone on the team wears the same uniform, from the manager to the rookie, and it's not over until the last out. It's for everyone, doesn't matter if you're a little bit smaller than the other players. If you can swing a bat or throw a ball, you might just make the hall of fame. It's about hope.

Plus it's a heck of a lot more fun than fighting.

[He gives a slightly sheepish smile when he's done, because Captain America waxing poetic about America's pastime, where's his handful of apple pie.]

So I guess all I really wanted to say is don't forget where you came from. You can even share what you miss about it, if you want. I'm not really much of a hunter, so I've got the time.

notavirtue

[The locket opened to Javik’s face, mouth pulled down in a scowl. He was inside somewhere dimly lit, and a horse nickering could be heard not too far off. Without demon dogs slowing him down, he’d made it to Treun in good time, arriving just before sundown. His attempt to check in with a few people, however, had reminded him of House’s silence since he’d last seen him at Samhain. If he’d angered the doctor, he expected to hear about it rather than being met with static. That left few other options.]

I have attempted to contact the human doctor Gregory House several times this past month. He has not responded, and this ridiculous device will not even recognize his presence.

[He worked his jaw for a second, looking as though he were chewing on something bitter. First Daud, then Will, and now the doctor? Who was next, himself or Maglor? He was no stranger to losing allies, but when they just vanished it was infuriating.]

I believe he is gone from this world. When I return to the Station, I will inspect his room to confirm it. If you know anything otherwise, you will inform me.

[ He snapped the locket shut, ending the video.]

kingsdaughter

[The locket first shows the broad wee face of a grinning fairy, who then vanishes to keep it propped up and pointed at a very relaxed, very drunk Sigrid. She is sitting at her little table with a glass and a bottle of sparkling rainbow champagne open before her, cheek resting on a hand spread out on the tabletop. She watches the bubbles in the glass. Another fairy sits atop the bottle and seems to be asking her questions from a list on a piece of paper.]

How old are you?

Fifteen, silly. Sixteen in exactly two months.

Next...what color is your hair?

[Sigrid pulls out a loose curl and goes crosseyed looking at it.]

Never been able to say. Sort of brown, sort of yellow. More yellow. What color would you say it is?

Ah... [The fairy casts aside an entire sheet of the questionnaire and skips ahead.] What do you look for in a romantic partner?

( More questions behind the cut )

Mee, what's Yuu doing with my locket?

[The feed cuts off abruptly.]

desperate_times

So the moon is back in the sky, it seems.

That was a lot of fuss for nothing, wasn't it? Running around in caves...racing about chasing the moon... it's funny, in a way.

Chasing the moon is an old phrase. It represents an impossible dream. You can't catch the moon, though I guess we did for a little while. You know, before it turned into a rabbit or something and got away. Even if you can't catch an impossible dream, maybe you shouldn't stop chasing it.

I've chased a lot of things in my day, but the moon is definitely a first.

gameplaying

[ appearances are important, he knows — everything, almost — and fairies and their ilk aren't known for any dedication to being either honest or straight forward.

so: he's been here long enough to have worked out how the locket works, and to have decided on how he wishes to appear. "as himself" — in a manner of speaking — is easy and simple enough, and this is not the place for tantrums and demands. that had all occurred earlier, when he'd realised where he wasn't and that he could not leave. that he'd lost — again, momentarily — what was, finally and rightfully his. he's not willing to commit to an assumption one way or the other as to the presence of thor or any of the so-called "avengers", so—

there's a drawn-out silence, whilst loki's gaze runs pointedly over the locket, eyes narrowing briefly; he looks very much as if he's considering something and, at length, he lets out an audible, almost defeated sigh. it's punctuated by a brief raising of his shoulders in a lazy, almost arrogant shrug of sorts. ]

The Realm Between Realms. [ the corners of his lips twitch upwards in a brief facsimile of a smile. the utterance itself is dry, but with the barest hint of mocking, although who or what that's directed at isn't made clear. ] I admit, it's not quite where I expected to find myself, but given the alternative, I can't really complain. Perhaps one small act of redemption can do much more than one imagines, although— [ a momentary pause, hesitation gracing his features before giving way to another brief twitch of a smile (faintly amused). ] —it's no Valhalla. [ deliberate caution. after all, for all that anyone knew, after all, loki had died; only odin and thor now live.

silence again, and a fleeting glance away from the locket. ] There have been a few words, but Fair Folk tend not to be known for their dedication to honesty, and one has to be careful with what they say and how and to who, do they not? So if any truth [ wry, fleeting smirk. ] can be spared: it would be appreciated.

[ impressions can and often do tell more about a place than simple facts, and above even that, they speak more of the person holding them than anything else, and it's that that has loki's interest for the moment. ]

aliased

[ it's clear that, when the video starts, arya's locket is not around her neck. it's around something else... or rather, someone else. that someone is nymeria. and nymeria is hovering around arya as she sits on a crate, a canvas bag at her side and... chocolate all over her mouth, a smudge on her cheek, and on her fingers as she stuffs her face with another piece.]

No-- [ her mouth is full so her words sound like it.] Ru can't haff any. Mits not good for animarls. [ she stuffs another chocolate into her mouth from the canvas bag and chew for a few moments before she stops. she makes a face then groans, her arms wrapping around her torso. she makes another face, you know, the kind you make when you feel sick because that's how she feels. sick. she pushes the bag away, moving to lay down, her voice a bit whiny.]

Nymeria... chocolate might be poison for humans too.

kilimanjaro

Get it off, get it off!

[Somewhere in the background, Kili is howling and yelping in pain. There’s a flash of movement as a large black wolf darts in a zig zag pattern. A wolf that is currently aflame.]

Oh no, no- Kili- Kili! Stop, just-

[Bilbo is currently holding out his coat as he tries to use it to pat the flames out on Kili’s fur before he really roasts himself. He’s doing his best not to panic but it becomes a challenge when he can’t get anywhere close enough to the large animal to help.] Try rolling in the dirt! Running around won’t make it any better-!

[Immediately the wolf drops to the ground, squirming about into the dirt and still yowling. The flames aren’t quite so bad as he’s making them out to be, of course, but fur is flammable and he’s less than happy.]

If you hadn’t set me on fire we wouldn’t be having this problem! Some friend you are!

[Suddenly a blanket comes flying past and towards Kili. There's a dwarf attached to it – Fili – here to rush to his brother's aid. This he attempts by throwing himself on top of the writhing wolf, hoping to smother the flames. Kili yelps in surprise.]

[What had started as just a simple message for the network from Bilbo has now turned into a less than gigantic disaster. The poor Hobbit can only sigh weakly, dragging a hand over his face as he closes the locket after forgetting to do so earlier in the chaos.]

Fili, be care- [Click]

((ooc: blue is Kili, green is Bilbo. Tags can come from the dwarf brothers and/or Bilbo as well))

somethingprecious

[At first there is silence aside from the soft clink of something metallic tapping against a wooden desk. After a long moment the tapping stops and is replaced with a quiet sigh.]

It is difficult having someone's best interests at heart, fearing they may not see it that way. Maybe I am wrong... meddling in affairs that don't concern me, but I still feel responsible. [He pauses, hesitating.]

Speaking out loud perhaps I only want to feel justified. That seems a bit selfish, doesn't it? [A laugh followed by another pause.]

... I think I would like to start writing a book. So much has happened here that having it all down in one place would be a nice idea, although I doubt I'm the first to think of it.

Would anyone like to tell me of their world- their home? In return I can tell you about mine or as much of it as I can at least.

( locked to fili )

desperate_times

Well! That was charming. I love being chased by mobs of shadow critters, really, I do.

I just wish they'd chewed on a less expensive pair of boots.

[She's making it sound worse than it was. Chloe is quite good at getting away from danger.]

Everyone else in one piece? Not that I really know many of you, but the less of you are there, the less interesting things become.

Oh, and to the, um... alien-looking chap and the handsome little man who saved my skin at the station, thanks.

ortolan

Good afternoon, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter. It is a rare pleasure to have the opportunity to meet so many new and interesting people. I must admit that I have had some difficulty adjusting to this brave, new world and I can only hope that you are doing better than I.

[ The image-feed shows a neatly dressed man somewhere in his late forties standing in front of the curtain wall around Caer Glaem. As he speaks, he walks on with the burrowing faeries and climbing rose-vines looping behind him. He's chosen his direction well and the late afternoon suns highlights the angles of his face, but doesn't glare into the locket or blind the viewer. ]

I have spent some little time thinking about why we have been brought here - there is the story of the shards and I do not need that repeated - but do you really believe that these gems nestle in the breast at random? Or is there a skill one court or the other needs from you? What gift do you bring your king and queen?

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