eachdraidh

[The brown haired girl who's in view right now can't possibly be more than seventeen or so, with a uniform that definitely looks out of place compared to her surroundings. Before she says anything, she moves a finger to her hair and curls a lock of it thoughtfully.

Eventually, she speaks.]

So uh, Hey.

[Places her hand back down, huffing.]

I gotta be honest, I don't really have anything cool or interesting to say but...I felt like I really ought to introduce myself, especially seeing people I saw at that big feast doing the same.

So...I'm Hikaru. I was in Tokyo before I came here, I'm big into occult stuff and I like talking to people. Yeah, three things sounds good, doesn't it?

If you've got time to kill, you should say hi. I think in a situation like this it's good to know people, and I'm more than willing to talk a few ears off.

[She almost ends it there, before deciding to add on one last thing.]

Oh, uh, one thing now that I think about it...there aren't any Angels here, are there? I know that's really specific, but I've had a few bad experiences with them before I got here, so I'd rather know so I can keep my distance. No offense or anything if you are one; blame the ones launching ICBMs in the name of God or whoever. They're giving you a bad rep.

[Sure did say that super casually.]

Guess that's it. So, by-or, uh. Should I be more formal to fit in? "Good evening" I guess.

gandere

[ There must have been another feast. Word of it has traveled to her ears as well as talk for a hunt. Both are events that draw some concern, but don't affect her goals, therefore they are better ignored. What she could do is make an attempt to reach out to shardholders, old and new, and possibly make a bit of coin in doing so. That's why when she greets everyone, it's with a pleasantly polite smile and the decor of the Castle Mair behind her. ]

What a busy month. Are they all like that? [ She waves a hand as she speaks as if to brush off the topic. ] It may have gone unnoticed, but as the Master of Archer it's only proper to inform you that he took his leave earlier last month of this world. If he had any debts, you may approach me with proof of this and I will conclude his business.

Speaking of paying off debts, my workshop is ready to take costumers. My specialty is conversion magic as well as command over all five of the elements. [ Her expression is rehearsed and composed, much like a teacher addressing a class full of idiots. ] In short, I can do a number of things many others don't advertise they can do. It seems pointless to keep my status as a magus here a secret when the world is surrounded by magic. Though it would be nice to learn something useful like shooting a bow...

[ She mutters that last part. ]

Anyway, speak with me about what you want and I'll arrange to help you if I can. We can sort out payment, favors, and IOU's later, especially if you're new to this world. I'm flexible.

steeledskin

Fellow Shardholders. [ what follows is a rehearsed speech, likely written beforehand and committed to memory. sansa stark (better known by most as alayne stone) sits before her locket in troichean beinn. she has, pinned to the shoulder of her fine silk dress, a direwolf. every instinct in her body tells her she should not say what must be said. should not announce what must be announced. but before his absence, her father had been giving her gentle instruction in how to meet these responsibilities. it makes her weep to imagine disappointing him -- yet she is far out of her depth. she needs help. but the speech she must do on her own. ]

With a heavy heart I tell you that Lord Eddard of House Stark -- Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, and a Keeper of Cothromach -- has left these lands. H-he is gone. [ she does not elaborate upon the very grief of his absence, but the cause cannot be too difficult to surmise: else why should anyone's heart be heavy for a man returned to his own world? ]

Yet if Lord Stark has made you promises or oaths of any sort, no matter your court, I wish to see them honoured and fulfilled. [ it takes tremendous will not to beg for the opportunity. she swallows hard. ] And if any have in turn have sworn service to him, I tell you now that I am his eldest daughter and the noble city of Cothromach has deemed me heir to his title. And to his duties. I would be humbled if those sworn to him would consider entrusting me with those same vows -- though I understand asking you to put your trust in a daughter of his house is not a thing easily done.

Likewise, if any in these lands wish to take refuge or make their homes in Cothromach, I would speak to you. My Lord Father wanted to see the city built up to its proper glory, and any Shardholder willing to join us in the task will be welcomed within its walls. For now, Lady Meera Reed sits as castellan while my family travels. Once my efforts in Troichaen Beinn are finished, I look forward to to returning as Sansa of House Stark.

[ by now her voice is shaking and it was a challenge merely to say her true name. it had been a lie, of course: she does not look forward to being herself once more. she knows such honesty runs against every lesson taught to her in the south. honesty leaves her open. vulnerable. but in the south she'd not had jon. nor arya, really. nor any manner of true ally -- none like those allies who have helped her in these lands.

it is for those sweet supportive souls that she speaks her final piece. it is the most difficult thing to ask, and it isn’t hidden behind rehearsal. it is not courtly. ] To those who knew and cared for the girl Alayne Stone: I apologize for my falsehoods. I swear I meant no harm. Please -- forgive me.

[ this confession is done. and so too was alayne stone. ]

scramasax

[Another visual transmission flicks on today! This chap's looking a bit weary, alertly distracted - hesitating away from the feed a bit, fidgeting - and then starts by locking eyes on it and excusing himself with a small clumsy clear of his throat. His voice is direct, good 'n anchored low, but a bit shaky and young. Got to make the point for anything it's worth, and make it quick, but he can't seem to spare the delivery much focus, both out of a bit of haste and tiredness.]

Ah -- who is... seeking? The feathers of the bird king.

Should it, er -- be of use to any, I may have -- I may have found a trail, beginning in the mountains near the Eithne forest. It moves -- north. It -- it seems I found it by scent. [Shakes his head.] Inad - inadvertently. Thus I suppose, hould anyone go seeking with a dog -

Or if my position is close to anyone who'd follow, I'd follow you. I've been following - [Following, following, following.] - for a couple of days. I doubt how long I could carry on on my own --

[But what's the point of voicing that, really; damned if he's not going to keep following. Cuts himself off there, and with a thought, ducks his head in a small bow with a decisive knit of his brow. Mumbles his close.]

May that be, erm -- some contribution to the search, er - please. Pardon me.

[Closes that for now, and... time to get back on the move...]

chromosomes

[ Having left Redgate on horseback with a promise to return when he can, John hadn't really had a plan. The war has become a hard thing to swallow, having seen the devastation the dragon had more or less accidentally done to the village. He'd given the funds Kaldur had sent to Alyosha, presented in front of all as a donation to help with restorations, and he hopes it helps. More than that, he hopes that being away from there makes it a bit safer.

If nothing else, the birds seem to have followed him, chirping and squawking all the way along the road to Daonna's fairy ring. His horse hadn't been particularly pleased about it, and it isn't too pleased now, either, in the camp John's made for the night. He's in the wilderness, close to the edge of Loch Noa, and it's sunset -- John isn't particularly sure whether or not he wants to see if the stories about a ghost girl and her dog are true, but he had to stop somewhere.

There are long strands of fur left on his shirt and he plucks them off. They appear white, but are actually transparent -- polar bear fur. A hint of blue can, likewise, be seen behind him. He's been collecting feathers, and using them. ]

Anyone else looking for the feather thief? If you're in the area, my camp's open.

locked to the krew + legolas + clara + arya;
You all doing okay?

scanningutterly

[Orlando had turned on the video first, finding the idea more natural, even if he's using his real (real?) body instead of speaking through a sim. But the idea of talking about this face-to-face, face-to-face with strangers, made him freeze up. Death is a pretty personal thing, especially your own. So he switched to voice, trying to give himself a layer of distance. Personal as it may be, he'd still like some answers on this.]

So... [There's a pause as he takes in a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh. So much for a strong start.]

How many of you are dead? I mean, died in your world, but...came back here?

It can't just be me, right? [He tries to make that last part sound like a joke. It doesn't really work.]

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.

greenies

[ it doesn't immediately occur to thomas that he could probably just communicate through a text system--as far as he knows, the locket is a lot easier to use by video, and so he does. the network is presented with a pair of big, brown doe eyes before he leans backwards a little, revealing a face that could be rather familiar to some--dark hair, a button nose, moles like spots littering his face.

this is not the man you are looking for, however: this is thomas "murphy", and he clears his throat before he introduces himself. ]

Hi. I'm Thomas Murphy, and I'm--kind of a new arrival. I guess they'd call me a greenie if this was back home. [ there's no hint of humor on his face, but he did actually just try and make a joke, and his tone is a little lighter, for it. ]

Can anyone tell me about the Seelie and Unseelie--in your own words, if that makes any sense? What you know about it...you don't have to tell me any secrets or anything, but, maybe why you're there, I guess. [ he's not going to say which court he is (though it's obvious eventually, by the background of caer scima), but he just needs to know. ] Or, if you're okay with where you are. Not that I'm not, but...I don't know. Is there any reason why someone wouldn't be? They apparently brought us here for a reason-- [ again. ] --since we have these "shards", or whatever they are, but I don't have a lot of trust for anybody who says that, because it's usually a load of klunk.

I guess that's all I've got to ask. [ a beat. ] Actually, that's not true. Is there another map around here? Besides the one they gave me, I mean, it's not very good. [ ... ] No offense.

[ thomas is just going to shut his trap now. he almost physically winces and shakes his head. ] That's it, honestly. I'm just going to... hang up now. Thanks.

[ thomas does hang up, and the feed ends--for all of five seconds, before he snaps it back on. ] Oh, wait--also, I want to know if anyone here's ever heard the phrase "WICKED is good." It has to look like this. [ after a second, there's a typed out phrase that appears instead, with WICKED fully capitalized. ] That's really all this time. Um, thanks.

[ click! for real this time. ]

noirant

[ Politics and wars are one thing, but magic is quite another; some thirsts aren't slaked so easily by squabbling imps and gaudy fabric. Knowledge is power, and power is every wizard's disease.

Felix is far more rumpled than he'd like, and that hair won't unfrizz any time soon, but the words come calm as day: ]

It seems we've all been busy, so I suppose I ought to be brief.

Magic. If you'll indulge the melodramatic imagery, it's as myriad as a hydra's necks, and almost twice as difficult to pin down. Any sort of rigorous survey seems better left for days without a pounding headache. Perhaps instead, we might just speak.

Tell me what you know about magic. Stories, facts, vicious gossip if you're so disposed. Magic brought us each here, so let us be kind guests and oblige it the conversation.

[ He flashes a wide, tired smile. ]

Unfamiliarity is quite acceptable. I'd just like to hear it from you.

vanyel_ashkevron

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.

died_a_virgin

( Warnings for extreme violence, gore, groping, and talk of sexual assault. Also, spoilers for the first part of Hellsing Ultimate Volume 1. )

glacio

[ when Elsa clicks the feed on, the camera isn't focused on her, but on a little itty baby fox kit that looks very much like this, but with pure ( snow ) white fur, much like this. she's just a wee little thing, standing at Elsa's feet, and just- waiting. tail wagging, ears perked. and when she yips it's just this little tiny sound, excited and pleased and-

oh god, Elsa has no idea how to take care of her, she just loves her so much already, and that's clear by her tone when she finally speaks up. ]

Hello, everyone. As you can see, I have a new friend! Which, I know, it's probably silly to address you all about this, but I've never had a pet before and I am rather happy to have her around. The only problem is that I've had her for over a day and I'm still not sure what to call her. [ she turns her locket to face her now, expression hopeful ] I was hoping I could get suggestions from all of you, if you wouldn't mind.

scramasax

[There's a lad on the locket network. Long hair, green eyes, looks as if he hasn't gotten much sleep, which he hasn't, since the stars, and even less since the call to the chests, but otherwise he's keeping steady.

Eyes up the locket warily before speaking.]

Ah - greetings. I -- [Stops short with his mouth partly-closed. Backtracks into another bit of eyeing-up...] Is this - is this only, visible - to the Seelie Court?

I, er.

[Another glance - downward and back up. Just an on-the-spot fidget. Speaks up docilely, mildly.]

...I apologize. I had -- I had wondered. The -- Courts are in a state of war. Do the Seelie, have...

-- Scouts...?

Do we -- do we send people on patrol...?

Or -- are we never subject to attack without warning?

I ask as I haven't heard of any such thing. If - if the Shard-Holders are... to be the ones doing the fighting, then we ought to be supporting our own side in -- that way, as well.

[Not that it's his place to say shoulds, needless to say.] I would think.

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( Scrying Stone dream - July 15th. )

breadmaking

[Hiccup's been hesitant to use the network to broadcast anything to a whole bunch of people, most of whom he doesn't know, and thus has mostly stuck to simply replying to other peoples' posts. However, he's finally found reason enough to give it a shot, and so he appears on screen, a scrawny, awkward teenager with a nervous smile.]

Ooookay, so... This whole thing is really new to me, so maybe, uh, be gentle. Or at least, don't mind if I make any mistakes.

[You're also free to point any out--he's not against criticism.

Sitting up straighter, he attempts to appear more composed now. It's clear that he's sitting in his bedroom in the castle, mostly because he had the feeling he'd look weird talking to his locket out in the hallways, or something.]

I have a request, I guess. I, uh, I'm getting kind of tired of the castle and the grounds, but I don't exactly want to wander off into the woods or anything all alone. That would just be stupid. And since I haven't got Toothless here with me-- [nope, he doesn't even think to explain that one] --I don't really have much in the way of company.

Basically, what I'm trying to get at is, does anyone want to go out with me? --On a walk. Or a hike. Or--something. Not a date, that's not what I-- [Oh Gods, he's got himself stammering now.] Not what I meant.

[CLEARING HIS THROAT, trying to regain whatever composure he had.]

If anyone's interested in going, maybe on some brief expedition, or anything really, just...let me know.

[And he cuts the feed, but not before the camera catches him doing an embarrassed facepalm.]

relieson

( the video shows a petite girl, standing in a bedroom in caer glaem and facing the locket, back straight; she's a bit off-centre, leaving a notable gap to her right that's either unoccupied or filled with a wolf pup, depending on your magical/supernatural abilities (as in: whether or not they exist; he can only be seen by those with power).

either way, yuzuriha doesn't hesitate, smiling broadly and giving a little salute: )

Hello everyone! I'm Yuzuriha Nekoi, fourteen years old, and right now I live in Tokyo, Japan! I've just arrived here, and I'm glad to meet everyone!

( don't falter! but she bites her lip. ) Um, I just had one question! I heard we're supposed to be 'helping in a battle,' but I don't know exactly how we're supposed to start? ( she also doesn't realise these questions can be filtered. or really that there's another group she's meant to be filtering from. yuzuriha frowns slightly, clasping her hands before her. after all, if she abandoned everyone for this place, she has to do her duty, right? ) Um… or… really, what to do in general… ( she trades a look with the wolf pup/empty space beside her, and then remembers that she's supposed to be making a good impression, not worrying. hurriedly: )

But it really is very nice to be here! I'm ready to do my best, so I hope we all get along!

brainiest

[ 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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