eachdraidh

[ The post comes across with a name that, really, no one will recognise. It's one word, simple: ＡＤＬＥＲ. Thank goodness for the text option so he has no need to attempt to hide his voice or face; for now his name is enough. ]

Tell me about your world. Your wars. Your powers. Tell me about the things that you fight for, what you continue to cherish even here.

Educate me.

jaywalks

[ locked to: korra, bolin, kaldur'ahm, cassie sandsmark, john grimm, and hermione granger ]

( locked; august 15; )

( locked; august 16; )

( locked; august 17; )

( video; august 19; )

disfavored

[The video shows a tall, long-haired man in a slightly tattered but fancy robe who appears to be a bit confused by how this thing actually works.]

It's not the best time for introductions, is it? But, I have to do it sometime. It's only polite.

[He doesn't bother locking it from his rival court - he was never one to hide his face from potential enemies. In fact, the more everyone could see of him, the better. He liked attention like that.]

I am Councilman Tarrlok, Representative of the Northern Water Tribe in Republic City.

[...A title he's pretty sure has been revoked by now, but he likes using it and most of the people he's already met have never even heard of Republic City and won't dispute his claim to a seat on the council.]

While I can't say I appreciate being kidnapped, I understand that war is difficult and I'll do my best to aid in the situation. If you ever need any help, let me know.

[That was only partly out of genuine concern, it was also partly to make himself look good and partly because he didn't have anything better to go back home to so he may as well try to be useful here.]

masterofmystery

[ It was just over a week ago that he was at home. Just over a week ago that he'd been doing things with the other Aurors. Just over a week ago that he'd arrived here and had his world tossed on its side. Things changed quickly and after a message he's kind of just flopping around his room. Okay, so maybe he was a little better than that.

But he had a lot to think about and, unfortunately, thinking and him didn't go hand-in-hand. It just led to thoughts he was better off away from. He was better at doing, not sitting around, and that's what led to the sudden video.

...Or maybe the video coming on now was partly accidental because at first you get a very good image of a cat getting teased with a piece of meat before it disappears off screen. Now the screen shifts as the young man on the other side of the video tries to figure out how to set it. He's definitely eating the food (that's rude, Ron).

At least he's used the locked a few times before... but he still looks fairly awkward when he finally settles. ]

Uh. I'm Ron, Ron Weasley. [ A beat. ] Yeah, my sister was here 'til a bit ago. I wasn't here when she was. Know Harry and Hermione, too. Not that that much matters much to most of you, but figured it's worth saying since I was asked about that already.

[ Okay. Now what. How do you talk to people? ]

There seems to be loads going on here. Which I guess is to be expected, you know, with a war. And monsters attacking-- 'Though that's something different. I'm not even sure what it is. Er, well, if there's anything I can do to help with that--I'll try. Not that any thing seems to be working for it.

But I'd like to. Try, I mean. Even if not that. I'm rubbish at most things, but sitting back while everyone's doing everything isn't very useful. I've gone to school and I'm an Au--something like a pleas--policeman. That's got to count for something. I help my brother in a joke shop sometimes, too, so there's always a good laugh.
[ . . . ]

So. Yeah.

[ . . . Another pause. ]

I was told to find some bloke named Mako, too. If any of you know where to find him.

mixcds

[It's take a lot of building himself up to making this broadcast. First, he starts with voice. ]

Err - listen, Jem, if you're listening in, close your locket over.

[It's an odd thing to say, but when Kieren switches to video, it should become apparent why. He's bare faced, eyes white with star burst pupils. The more they get used to the light, the more they'll start to look like pin-pricks as the video goes on. There's dark, purple-blue circles under his eyes and a yellowish tint around them. His mouth is blue and slightly black at the sides. He swallows out of habit, the feeling of a phantom lump lingering in his throat.

He looks like death, quite literally. There's a reason he's been mostly using the audio option to communicate. ]

I guess I just wanted to offer full disclosure here. To both courts, really.

[He chews his lower lip. ] So, some of you know my sister already? I don't know how much she's told you about home, if she has at all. But she might have mentioned something called 'The Rising'. You can probably tell where this is going.

[He has no idea how Simon can be so confident about what he is, at home. He wishes he were here now, for support. ]

If she hasn't, well - the dead rose from their graves and started eating brains for a while. It was - well. It wasn't really ideal. I was one of them.

[Well - it feels sort of good to have that off his chest. ] I'm better now, obviously. No brain eating or anything like that. No eating much of anything, really. I just wanted to be honest, I suppose. Better that than keeping it a dirty secret.

[He sucks in a breath. ] So yeah. That's that, then.

powerful

( The fresh-faced teenager that appears to the network should -- repeat, should -- be full of life and exuberance. She's a very pretty face, with sunshine-blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and her expression is dripping with irritation, frustration, rage; it's tinged with fear, too. But there's also something darker, lurking beneath the surface, flickering behind those eyes. )

I don’t appreciate being black-bagged. ( She scowls into the locket. ) In fact, I don’t appreciate any of this. The kidnapping, the dragging me here, the fact that I can’t seem to leave despite my best efforts... The way every single thing in my family’s book is conveniently just slightly out of the range of reasonable difficulty with only one person... You brought me here alone on purpose, didn't you? What is this? What are you planning?

( Then, in that darker tone, as her face takes on an almost shadowed expression, she murmurs. ) Do you have my sister?

extramural

[ The locket is floating.

It’s the only explanation for the view that the item gives – a young man, out on the walls of one of the castles, the moon curved behind him. His arms are crossed in front of him, not touching the device as it records. Black eyes (all black, like the depths of the sea) regard it for a moment and then one hand moves, gestures at the locket. ]

Well, well.

[ His head tilts, and while his lips don’t turn up, one may get the feeling that he’s smirking. ]

I must say, this is an interesting turn of events. One that even I did not see coming.

[ His voice is almost monotonous, but there is something like music in it – like whale song. ]

To be pulled away to the Drabwurld, asked to take part in this war. I wonder if they truly know what they are doing. [ His hand returns, head moving back so that he can look straight at the camera. ]

I hear there was a battle. One should expect such things, in war. I suppose I should ask about it. [ He doesn’t. Instead- ]

Tell me, Shardholders, something... interesting.

steeledskin

Fellow Shardholders. [ of either court! ]

I would speak to a man of law -- should any find himself amid our numbers. [ such a profession is unknown to her, but stiles has explained some occupations and tenets of his world and this one in particular piques her interest. sansa stark could make use of such a man who might be bound by her confidentiality. of course, she does not quite understand the ins and outs of the arrangement.

but that's why she asks today: to learn; to plan; to piece together little patches of her defence. ] Anyone who would call themselves lawyer. I would speak with you. That is the word for it, yes? [ lawyer. ] My apologies if I've gotten it wrong; I'm only a simple girl and I am unwise in these matters. I want to learn about the things that are mysteries to me.

[ like whether a lawyer's strange binding powers of argumentation would even apply in these lands. once her conversations are finished, she snaps the locket shut and can be found in the library -- where she organizes books she doesn't care to read, because the practise soothes her and distracts her mind from its darker thoughts. or else come the evening she sits in her chambers, and allies of hers are welcome to stop and knock. ]

waterbearer

[ 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.

admirably

[ Hans has made pretty good legwork around Caer Scima during and after the feast, but that's not quite enough to satisfy his curiosity on a few matters - the locket, for one, and the other court for another. So he might as well kill two birds with one stone, right? Besides, while he's still getting his bearings, the best thing he could do what get to know as many people as possible. He hates being so unfamiliar with, well, everyone.

So he greets the video feed with a friendly, enthusiastic grin, his actual exhaustion buried deep beneath the surface. ]

Good evening! I apologize for the interruption, but I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce myself. I'm Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, and I've only just arrived in this world. As you might imagine, it's a bit overwhelming. If wouldn't mind taking a moment of your time to help me better understand the conflict going on here, I would appreciate it.

[ Then, after a thoughtful moment: ] And for curiosity's sake, who else is a royal in their own world? Surely, I can't be the only lucky one here.

[ Sure, lucky, SOMETHING LIKE THAT. ]

Thank you for listening. I hope we'll be able to cross paths in person soon.

mulletrock

[If you've met Dean in person you know he's not the type to do networking. He'll comment around every once and a while but since his initial arrival he hasn't made any updates on his own. He prefers audio and text, and doesn't screw around or waste time being social. He's not that guy.

When the camera opens focus he's not in clear view. Instead a 1967 impala in metallic black trimmed in chrome is in focus. There's no hum, no clear sign she's occupied or on, Dean doesn't even give a clear view of the license plate. Why would he? That's like asking to be caught.]

Ain't she a beaut?

[In case people were wondering who was on the other end of the recording Dean whirls his lock around toward his face at an angle where only his face can be seen. He doesn't have too much experience with camera work. Or at least the kind of camera that is attached to a necklace.]

I mean- goes without saying, too bad she's benched.

[There's no shot of the car instead it's just Dean, looking pretty bored with everything. He wants to get his hands dirty, but not with some stupid fantasy feud. There's more important things. He's been separated from Sam for too long and he's starting to wonder what the kid was up to or if he was even okay. Every angle he'd tried to get back to real time fell flat, and he wasn't sure what it would take short of cozying up to the seelie fairies and he wasn't ready to get in bed with those assholes yet.]

In case we haven't met.

[Dean indicates to himself in front of the camera and then back at whoever might be watching.]

Which is probably most of you. I'm Dave. Class-C citizen and mechanic outta Louisville. War? So not my thing.

But I couldn't help but notice a lot of you are juiced up on magic steroids, and since I'm outta my element I thought I'd ask a favor. These mooks were nice enough to bring me with my girl. [Read: The car. He's not shy about the fact that he puts this car above mostly everyone unless they're family or close to kin.] She gets around but she doesn't run on fumes. If someone can figure out a way for me to find a replenishing fuel source or I dunno, do some hoodoo so she doesn't need regular refills I'll make it worth your while. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Trust me, I've got my own skills to offer.

[The camera pans up to the sky and then back down, there's a distinct pause. Like something distracted him but there's no evidence on what that is yet.]

And since after two months the clowns in the penthouse suite decided to be generous, I thought I'd put this message out there. The station's getting packed, and I don't do communal living.

Thanks.

jaywalks

[ the feed starts with an angry chitter of fairies, the locket dropping down to its usual-not-usual spot for practice, strung through one of mako’s belt loops, hanging at his side like a set of keys. mako doesn't trust most of the world not to walk off with his possessions most of the time, and the convenience of the lockets is not lost on him. so y'all are lucky most of his height’s in his legs, or this whole video would be a whole lot of footage of knees. ]

—aybe if you didn't get in the way that wouldn't be a problem. We’re doing this out here for a reason.

[ mako be nice to the fairies. they'll spit in your food.

THE CAMERA PANS, swaying haphazardly as mako turns, showing off a great view of a meadow edged in a thin line of trees, some ways north of caer glaem near the station, a gigantic, six legged bison resting underneath a tree a short ways away. more panning, and then! hey there, everybody, it’s korra, standing a few dozen feet away on the rise of a hill in the meadow, so she’s little more than doll-sized on screen. and yet, her voice still carries... ]

Come on, Mako! We're gonna lose the sunlight if we don't hurry up.

[ korra you need to learn to be more patient. ]

I'm coming, I'm coming.

[ you can almost hear the eye rolling in his voice — and you can definitely hear the sigh, as the locket bounces while he jogs up the rest of the hill to korra's side. it’s a beautiful summer day, not a cloud in sight, and the wind ripples through the high grasses. ]

Has anyone tried to teach you lightningbending before?

( cut for lightningbending theory! )
[ his pointed fingers pass in front of the locket, trailing white blue sparks, painfully bright as he traces arcs through the air, maintaining a careful balance in his rhythm, each hand countering the movement of the other. at the last second, his left hand whips out to the side, and the sound of the lightning roars as he lets it rip into the sky.

lightningbending is awesome. ]

Pull it apart on the circles, and keep it even, then let it slam back together as you aim. Try it.

[ lightningbending is indeed awesome, and korra follows mako's movements without letting her energy flow, wanting to make sure she's got the actions and forms down before releasing herself to the turn of the world. taking in a slow, deep breath that fills her lungs, korra puts a large few steps in between herself and mako and pulls at her energy and—

KORRASPLODE!

a bright flash of fire and the sound of combustion cut through the air, and when the smoke clears korra's laying on the ground a dozen yards away, a long drag trail at her feet, indicating she'd slid across the dirt. on her shoulders. spirits, she's going to feel that in the morning.

the feed ends as mako (apparently unsurprised) hurries over to her side. ]

chromosomes

[ The Station is so different looking from the rest of the Drabwurld that it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it's where John is located, surrounded by modern looking appliances and a nice modern coffee mug. The occasional fairy still flitters past, but at least one of them is humming 'Bohemian Rhapsody' and another appears to have discovered a punk rock phase.

John's not too concerned about them. ]

Since I've already had a couple requests, anyone want anything from the Station? I don't know that I can deliver it in person, but I can hire someone with a wagon or something to send things to Caer Glaem.

Just remember that some things won't work outside of the Station and that I'm not made of money.

rues

[ clarisse would almost never properly address the network unless 1) she wanted to brag about something; or 2) she needed help and only wanted to ask for it in a threatening sort of way. this particular broadcast is more of the former, as she just so happened to find a very shiny and very powerful little gem whilst things were getting strewn all over the map by the hedley kow.

at first, she didn't think to say anything about it, mostly because she didn't want to risk giving it back (she's felt more invigorated just by having it around than she has in weeks, which she isn't sure is a good thing or a bad thing; for all she knows it could be cursed), but since no one has mentioned it thus far, she deems it safe to boast about it over the network. and, there's also the fact that she's curious if anyone else was invited to join the golden cadre as she had been. let's pretend that's actually the point of this broadcast. ]

Never thought I'd find anything particularly useful around here without it being a gift from the High-King and Queen themselves, but turns out this little thing — [ she tosses the gem in the air, swiping it before it finishes its reverse trajectory. oh no, her face doesn't look smug at all. ] — is definitely something. [ she glances down as she rolls it around in her hand, then looks back up after a moment. ] Don't know what it really does just yet, but it's more than just a shiny rock, that's for sure. Feel like I could take on the whole Unseelie army. [ and with that comes a shrug and a confident smirk. ] Not that I didn't already feel that way before.

[ enough about that, though. she pockets the gem and it seems like she's about to cut the feed when something else crosses her mind. she doesn't bother locking this part to the seelie only, because she doesn't really care who on the unseelie side knows she's been asked to join the elite forces of high-king ridire. in fact, she'd rather they know. she's got nothing to hide when it comes to this war. ] I guess I should ask while I'm at it: anyone else but me get an invitation from High-King Ridire to join the Golden Cadre? If you did, we should talk. Unless you turned it down, in which case you're a grade A moron and probably not worth my time. [ seriously, who turns down a promotion from a king? she doesn't get the whole humble bullshit some people cling to. this is a war, she'll take all the promotions she can get until she's risen the ranks high enough to win this thing and go home. and with two final words, she nods curtly and cuts the feed. ] That's it.

[ ooc | clarisse is now in possession of the silmaril! and she ain't gonna give it back. it is her precious now. get your pretty little elf hands away from it or she will sic her dogs on you! ]

parallels

[After a few moments of shifting around, the locket reveals a round faced young woman with dark hair. She observes the feed with a rather amused expression, clearly still getting used to communicating by locket, before speaking.]

Well. Giant worms. What an introduction. Though perhaps as an introduction to a war, it's rather fitting. Though it got me thinking.

Has anyone been in a battle before? Like an actual proper war with battle plans and troops and all that sort of thing? Not asking for a CV, as I know we're a land divided, but just a poll to start to figure out what sorts were recruited.

I mean you'd think, even with shards and all, they'd try to get people who have a bit of experience at this sort of thing. It's not like we just stumbled in here. Because that's about as far as I've gone with war. Defending a Theme Park from robots on an alien planet and winning by a bit of my clever strategy and mostly pure luck.

[She shrugs and tosses her hair behind her back. Even if the words she used are just strange, she her tone implies that it's little more than commenting what she did last week. And it was. She figures there's little point to secrets in a place like this. She continues briskly, sounding both thoughtful and businesslike.]

Suppose faeries work in mysteries ways. Never met a fairy before. Was half convinced they were aliens too. You'd be surprised about the things that are supposed to be mythical but really just end up being alien. A few ghosts, the Loch Ness monster.

Anyway, faeries and war. Any information on that would be brilliant as I've got to get my bearings if I'm going to stay here and help out as I don't think a literature degree is going to do much for anyone. Unless the giant worms have a fondness for Dickens.

renewedwill

[with many trial and errors, jean finally managed to figure out how people video record on this thing!!! not that he even knows what a video is other than people actually moving on this... this fancy looking locket. but whatever, the point is that he finally managed to get it figured out!

well sort of. okay so he still might need to work out a few kinks when it comes to using this thing. but he got this for the moment! or at least he thinks he does. anyway- the video starts off by being to close to his beautiful face. he looks at it curiously before murmuring quietly to himself. he then adjusts the space between himself and the locket a few moments afterwards and finally comes up with something decent.] This is stupid. [sigh!!]

Alright, I've got a question I want to ask but never really got to ask when I first got here. Thank you Titan Worms. [ssssssuuuuure someone might have mentioned it's actual name to him, but ehhh. this worked out just fine.] But anyway, I was kind of curious to know if anyone knew anybody that was brought here but is dead in your own world? [he pauses.]

Like, I've got this friend who's here, and he died in my world. But.... It's like he doesn't even remember dying in the battle we were fighting in. He remembers fighting in it, but he doesn't remember fighting a Titan by himself. Anyway, I was wondering if something like that happened to anyone else that's here. [he backpedals a little, because oh yeah. marco can probably see this shit.] I mean- it's not that I don't mind that he's alive here! Like I said before, he was one of my best friends back home, and I'm sure we'll be able to slip back in to how things used to be between us. But.... I don't know. [he grumbles quietly as he runs his free hand down his face.]

Is this sort of thing normal here?

glacio

Hello.

[ Elsa's eyes are bright as she sits on camera, posture perfect, expression even. she's not sure if this is The Thing To Do Here, but it feels right to introduce herself, as others have been doing before her. if she's going to be working together with these people to fight for a common cause, she would like to get to know them. so there's no Queenly Air going on, just- a friendly face! well. she hopes she looks friendly. she's trying. she's still really new at this! ]

I am Queen Elsa, of Arendelle, and I've been chosen by the Seelie kingdom to help in their efforts to protect -my Shard. Well, all of our Shards, correct? And this kingdom. I'm honored to be here, truly. [ even though an inVITATION IN ADVANCE WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE ahem ahem anyway. it's clear Elsa doesn't have all the facts on this fight, but she's working with what she knows, yeah.] War isn't entirely foreign to me, in concept, although I admit there hasn't been a time of war in my kingdom since I was born, so. I'll try my best to help, in whatever way I can, although I'll need to look to those with experience for guidance. [ but I won't slay anybody, that's insane. wait, shh, don't say that. that's a very undiplomatic thing to say. ]

Which is why I'm reaching out now, in hopes of finding someone that might be able to teach me how to use my given talents to help. Especially now, with the notice of the monsters [ worms, ew. ] that are attacking the land. In the interest of full disclosure- I have ice magic. And as uncommon as it is back in Arendelle, I know that isn't the case here, so I'm hoping that being honest about that isn't as unheard of as it was back home. I'm hoping to find someone willing to teach me how to use my magic both effectively, and safely, in this ..situation. [ she can't just go around making with the icicle stabby on everything they're told to fight. ..can she? ]

Also, I have been looking for one young woman in particular, her name is Anna. Princess Anna. [ this is so the important part here, finding her sister. even if she was trying hard to make it sound casual and NOT AT ALL WORRIED. and hey, yeah, she's going to use their titles. she's proud of their titles, because she's proud of her kingdom. rep-re-sent! ] Anna, if you're here? Let me know, please. I'd like to meet with you as soon as possible.

waterbearer

[ The video is aimed largely past the speaker, to the twichting-writhing forms of three snake-like horned-creatures, the crackles of electricity still racing across their scales as they move. The locket is likely proper up on a rock or tree somewhere, as the speaker is turned to face the worms, his arms up and tattoos glowing electricity crackles from his hands. He is standing on land near a small river-stream near farmsteads. ]

Attention.

I am Kaldur’ahm, recently brought here with the rest of you. I was exploring the rivers and streams nearby and found that several had been blocked by these creatures, and that they were attacking the farms homesteads.

[ One of the worms seems to recover from the temporary paralysis, and lunges towards Kaldur, who leaps away and grasps two devices firmly in his hands. He jumps up again slams downwards on its tail with a water-formed spiked mace, inadvertently severing part of the tip from the worm. He bats the rest of the worm back further away and continues. ]

I am requesting assistance. Several of the civilians have been bitten, and are displaying signs of being in a critical condition due to the creature’s venom. I have been attempting to combat these worms for a few hours, and they grow more resistant to my electric paralyzation with each attempt I try.

[ The severed tail-end starts wriggling violently, and he forms a sledgehammer to knock it back several yards, closer to the still-paralyzed worms. ]

They are quick to regenerate from severed pieces, like echinoderms.

I need those who can help me combat these creatures and those who can help transport the injured to the castle, as well as individuals to help care for those injured by the worms.

{{ooc: The four first comments titled as "Alpha Squad", "Beta Squad", "Gamma Squad" and "Support Team" are for the 'action' part. (Where I will also attempt to GM as worms if people so desire). Feel free to answer the comm itself before immediately jumping into action, or to handwave being assigned to the team you are on and head straight for the action, as well as forming your own little threadlines!

They are more for organization purposes and keeping your squad-mates straight than anything else, and any number of threads can be started below the heading!

NOTE: IC'ly, the Squad assignations are happening on the spot.}}

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