eachdraidh

[ Today, there's a call from a wiry newcomer. Even from the small lensframe of the locket, it's clear that she's dressed oddly, more like an old-time aviator than someone ready for war -- a sheepskin cap over her short blonde hair, polarized goggles shoved up over her forehead, a heavy leather coat. Under her gear, she looks resolute and serious, though not afraid. ]

So the giant robots showed up to the party, after all.

If you want to keep trying to find a weakness, or even to just draw some of the bastards south, let me know -- because it's not like us to go down without a fight. Not to the Void, not to Seelie, not to some assholes butting in at the last minute.

enthraller

[The image first shared is a view from a window high on a mountain looking down into the valley below, where a few of the dwarven metal beasts everyone had been warned about are clawing at the mountain face as if in an attempt to climb it. This part of the pass is mostly earth and stone, only a few hardy shrubs around to catch flame, but occasionally the view shifts just enough to catch a glimpse of the foothills and orchards further out, all burning and thick with smoke. The sound is distant but loud even still, metal on metal and metal on stone, the thundering of massive beasts and the crackling of flames. All around their feet are littered great broken chunks of red stone -- what had once been the infamous gates for which Redgate was named.

A smooth voice chimes in, familiar to anyone who's been around a while or who's made their way out to visit Redgate at some point. Redgate's lord sounds remarkably at ease despite the scene below, his voice cool and steady.]

I should hope that you've all heard about this situation by now, thanks to the efforts of those brave souls who went to investigate and spread word of what was to come. Obviously, it's come.

[Y'know, just in case you couldn't tell that by the sight of the damn things alone. The shot lingers a few moments longer on the metal beasts trying to fight gravity and scale the mountainside, and then turns to face Redgate's young lord instead, seated in a nondescript meeting room -- clearly chosen for the vantage point and nothing else.

His face betrays a tension his voice hadn't, a stiffness in his jaw and a determinedly neutral expression suggesting unease to anyone familiar with his more typical affable manner. He frowns thoughtfully, but for a moment more the scene is silent but for the far-off sounds of the dwarven beasts. And then he breaks his silence with a sigh.]

I'm not sure whether to call this a warning or a request for aid. They'll be after shardbearers, so perhaps it'd be better for you all to stay away. But if you think you have any chance of dealing with them -- or at least, surviving them long enough to lead them away from the people living here -- then please, I'd welcome the help.

[There's a particularly loud crash from outside, and Saralegui's golden eyes dart back to the window for a moment, his frown deepening.]

...Otherwise, be ready. Most of them kept on heading west. The rest of you out there will surely be seeing them soon enough.

((OOC: This PSA is broadcast on the general locket network as well as the alternate devices Saralegui has access to: Alyosha's network, and private lines to Dorian and Loras.))

madeover

[ When Eggsy starts up the video broadcast, he's standing in an outdoor area of the Station, in front of one of its restaurants. He'd come close to his place during his scouting mission last month, but he hadn't had time to investigate back then. It sounds like they've got some hell coming their way, but there's not much they can do before those mechanical creations appear except for prepare.

Right now, he's planning to kill two birds with one stone. ]

So what's with this place? It's like a tiny slice of home.

[ Despite the modern surroundings, Eggsy's puca is milling around in the background, a dark and nasty creature that he somehow managed to tame -- sort of. ]

Are we allowed to stay here? Then again, might not be the best idea. There's been some earthquakes... I think.

[ They don't get them in London, so he's not that familiar with what they feel like, but still. The ground shaking for a few seconds without any warning... what else could it be?

He draws a hand over his mouth as he runs through his mental list of what else he wanted to ask. ]

Oh, also. Battle's comin' up, I need a teacher for sword fighting and magic and archery. I know there's loads of different kinds of magic, but if you wanna tell me what you specialize in, it might help me figure out where to start.

[ This whole thing is kind of awkward, talking to no one and everyone at the same time, so he finishes off abruptly. ]

Think that's it. Thanks in advance. Cheers.

[ Once he's done with that, Eggsy pockets his locket and starts to explore the rest of the Station, so he's primed to run into anyone who might call it home -- or anyone who's there for a visit. ]

zerotohiro

[Loki and Hiro have taken a small room in Diasbaile, mostly barren save for the wooden cabinets that seem to blend into the background. Loki would have done this himself, but there was insistence on Hiro's part of aiding in the delivery of the very, very bad news. The focus is on the two of them, and Loki speaks first.]

Hello.

This is a message of the emergency broadcast system. As you can see, our sirens are down for the moment, but I assure you that the news is none less dire.

[Loki's voice drops to something uncharacteristically serious.]

Ah, yes. So—listen up, Unseelie.

[Hiro's sitting almost a little too close to Loki, face more ashen than anyone in their court has ever seen. It's a reality they have to face and while he'd been hoping Loki would find some more information in his research, they're running out of time.]

Some of you had a vision at the beginning of August. A dream about fire and machines with shards for eyes. I didn't have the vision myself, Loki did…but we can both confirm these are real. These things are being created now and they are coming. Monsters that run on shards and blood. But there are some things you guys don't know yet.

[When Hiro stops, Loki barely glances down before he picks up without missing a beat, as if he's giving him a moment to collect himself. Loki looks perturbed at the recollection of the golems, but not nearly as pale as Hiro.]

Our dear friends the dwarves have crafted mechanical monsters, forged from melted metal and living shards. These mecha-beasts are brought to live with blood magic and runes. Not your basic run-of-the-mill runes, not even my fancy-smancy "stay out of my room" runes, but hundreds of them in intricate designs—sorcery that's very possibly lost to antiquity—all working together to bring them to life.

And if that isn't nightmare material, these large, metal machinations have keen senses when it comes to shardbearers, even those that find means of hiding themselves, if you get my drift.

There are hundreds, even thousands of them, with no exaggeration.

[The longer they stay on camera, the more Hiro finds himself shrinking into his sweater. Loki delivering the brunt of the bad news helps, but dredging up the memories is more than mildly horrifying. There's one key factor though that they've neglected to mention.]

We don't know when they're coming, but judging by the amount of time between the last vision and its turnaround to coming true, it's soon. Really, really soon. We don't know when they're coming and we don't know the full extent of what they can do or why they're being unleashed.

[A pause.] Ideas. We need ideas on how we can combat these things and how to keep everybody safe. Start using your brains and focus on what's really important here.

[The important thing, he thinks, is that this war? It's much, much bigger now than just Seelie vs. Unseelie. It's now about just staying alive.]

I would suggest highly against approaching them… [Loki glances at Hiro.] …As I’m certain we’ll offend them somehow.

[Considering the fact that there are other things…he can agree with that.] …right. Defense ideas then. Lay 'em out. [A beat. And then:] Privately, if you would. Doesn't matter if they're coming for all of us…this is still a war.

[And he sure does know that there are certain devices generated by a certain witch that can see this broadcast. He had agreed that the Seelie should know what's coming. Doesn't mean they should be privy to everything else, too.]

Not exactly how I pictured life in a giant robot series, hm?

[Though that’s meant more for Hiro. They have some questions to answer, and Hiro needs a little bit of a perk up.]

[Hiro at least gives a small grin in response, but says nothing else. Definitely Q&A time.]

[ooc: As a note! Most threads will be answered by Hiro, but he may call on Loki for assistance. Additionally, Hiro is aware Hermione's compasses can see posts on both networks so those with compasses are capable of seeing this post. They just won't be able to see the threads in this post. Have fun guys o/]

huntedby

[Vanessa turns on her locket, placing it on the table. She looks...much better than she had before. In fact, people can catch glimpses of a wedding dress.

She looks resigned, tension in her face, her chin held high. And yet...well.]

As of this morning, I am no longer Lady Vanessa Ives.

[She looks down at her hands for a moment, then back at the screen. She taps into her ability to remain stoic in the face of horrible things. The public does not need to know how much this angers her, or how helpless she feels.]

To better Arachne's Eye, Queen Morla has decided that it would be best for me to marry.

I agreed.

[As she was given no real choice.]

Henceforth, you would do well to refer to me by my husband Balem's last name, Abrasax.

[Yep. Lady Vanessa Abrasax. Wife to Balem. Lovely. She knows very well who is getting the most out of this deal. And it is not her.]

We have worked out the logistics, and while we are married, I will still spend a great deal of my time at my Spire, and will continue to be open to any of those who need to speak with me.

My plans...to make sure the Seelie pay, are unchanged. Just delayed.

[Her goal is still a fixed point.]

...apologies who anyone who wished to attend the wedding.

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