eachdraidh

Hey, uh. Network. My name's Sam, for those of you I haven't gotten the chance to meet yet.

[ a small smile and a lift of his chin that both say he might genuinely like that chance to meet everyone everywhere at some point. but he's here with something serious today, so he moves right along. ]

I wanted to tell y'all something I like to keep in mind from day to day, but especially on days like the last dozen or so. I'm retired military - Air National Guard pararescue, for any of you that are familiar - but I enlisted a long time ago. Don't ask for a number, a man's gotta keep some secrets.

[ feelin' your age, wilson? his cheeky smile is short lived. ]

When I went to basic, I wasn't exactly itching for a fight, so I wasn't with the other greenies that were disappointed when we started with folding our own bed sheets. My ma raised me right, and the first time I picked up a gun, it was with all due respect to the power they were putting in my hands. I didn't wanna let all that go to my head and forget the responsibility that comes with carrying arms.

[ he purses his lips for a quiet beat, inhales shortly before continuing. ]

Wish I could say the same for the first time I shot a man. My country went to war right after I was accepted into the PJs, and when it was down to me or him, I chose him. Just - [ he makes a small pew gunshot sound, glum; ] - and that was that. I wasn't scared and I didn't feel guilty about it - and that was what stuck with me. I asked my unit, my CO, anyone that would listen. No one could tell me whether or not I was supposed to feel good about killing the "bad guys".

[ another moment's silence - half to find his next words, half out of respect for the dead. he scrubs a hand over his head. ]

Still don't really have an answer, and like I said, it's been a long time. Some days I think I might be close, and other days I ask myself "man, who do you think you're kidding?" Thing of it is - whether or not you think it's for the right reasons, taking someone else's life isn't easy, and it shouldn't be. That kinda thing stains your hands, and then you gotta decide how to live with it. For me, at least, some days are easier than others. And on the days when it's not, I keep looking for an answer.

[ finally, he gives a small, weary smile. the point of this whole thing: trying to get people to talk about it so they don't bottle it in. sam knows where he stands, and it's at the door, trying to open it for others. ]

If you've got any ideas, please, I'd love to hear 'em. Maybe we can trade a few around, see if we can't come up with something new. Either way, today's a good day.

[ dead tired, quiet, but sam still says it with a smile before signing off. ]

fabulosa

[Oh. My. God. She's in hell. She has to be - that's the only explanation. The biggest question is why because as far as she's concerned, she hasn't done anything to deserve this. At the urging of the tiny, creepy creatures, she'd made a pass through the feast before quickly deciding a big nope on that.

She doesn't mingle.

Even if the food smelled amazing. Instead, she settled back in her rooms, a tray of some of the selections in front of her on the large bed as the imps parade some wardrobe choices in front of her. She has her makeup and hair products scattered around her, dress tucked underneath her. She'd spent about 10 minutes scaring a few of the imps into submission, finding them not to be too bad once they stopped biting. They weren't Boi, but they'd have to do for now - desperate times called for desperate measures. She's even let one of them hold her Tiffany bracelet. See? She can totally play nice with others.

The locket pans the explosion of fabric in her very nice bedroom, along with the growing pile of 'nopes'. She has them add one more to it as a dress is shown to her, a bark of laughter followed by a shake of her head, before focusing on the locket the imp was currently holding. She takes a sip of the wine they'd brought up as well before giving her best smile.]

So, war. That's a thing. Not really sure why I was brought here. I mean, like, I've got super important stuff I need to be doing back home. I have an epic last summer before college to figure out with my brother, put my finishing touches on my 10-step plan to be on Broadway, and pick and design my college apartment. I don't have time to deal with this extra drama or this color scheme. Ew. I mean, hello... Dark, gloomy shades are so not meant for my skin tone.

[She gives another thumbs down at the clothes before giving an exasperated sigh.]

Speaking of. Clothing. Money isn't an issue. [She pulls her wallet out of her pink Prada tote, letting the plastic card holder tumble out in an impressive display. Most of the credit cards are pink, created specially for her, except for the black American Express.] Designer labels are a definite bonus.

[There's a little squeak from one of the imps, reminding her of something important.]

Right. I'm Sharpay, by the way. [It was weird thinking there were people here that didn't know who she was. It's okay, though, that'd be changing real soon.] And I guess that's it for now.

Ok... Toodles! [And with that she gives a little wave of her hand, the imp shutting the locket quickly after.]

extramural

[ The message that comes across the network is abrupt, as though the sender thought about sending it and simply did with no further thought. ]

I wish to learn more of the magic of your worlds, of this world. Not only how it works but how to use it.

I can offer a trade, should you require it.

[ After a moment, there's an addendum: ]

If you do not wish to discuss such things over the lockets, dedicate a shrine to the Outsider. I will know. We will speak there.

chromosomes

[ John is in a stranger position than he's usually in when he makes broadcasts. Sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, locket in front of his face, he looks- not relaxed, but at the very least less active than he usually is. On his back rests the head and front paws of his female saber-fanged cave lion, her toes flexing every once in a while as if she's kneading his back.

There's a loud sigh. ]

God damn, but this place makes me feel old sometimes. I'm in my thirties and here we all get triple the lifespan -- I'm way too young for this. Don't know how you elves and other long-lived people do it.

[ Granted, with his enhancements, John may very well be long-lived even without the lifespan boost of the Drabwurld... but that's not the point. ]

Of course, this could be part of what happens when you join the military at seventeen and see several lifetimes of war stretch out in front of you. Not that I assume the life expectancy for most shardbearers is that high...

[ And he's being morbid. He grimaces- and then swears again. ]

Buttercup, watch your claws!

digophelia

[ Alice has been at the Barrel for a few weeks now. No one's asked her to cook and clean, but it's been a bit of an engraved habit brought over from her time in London. It's only through getting children's clothing and interacting with the nearby town that it's been plaguing the back of her mind. Unlike the last time she's popped on the lockets back in December, Alice looks healthier, but she is still pretty thin.

As usual. And as usual, her white rabbit is sitting there beside her, munching away at a bowl of food. She's not good at public speaking. ]

Hello.

These may be strange times to open a dialogue about this subject while both of our courts prepare for another skirmish. There are plenty of natives here of various ages who have been hit the most by war, especially children. I used to be the maidservant of an orphanage back in Whitechapel London.

[ Her face only flashes with a hint of pain when she mentions it. ]

Houndsditch Home for Wayward Youth—if you heard of it. And the children there came from similar backgrounds, that they were all traumatized and lost family either by sickness, death, or murder. These children are often overlooked, sometimes they are swept up by those with ill intentions and treated even worse. But they are still children and they still have pieces of their innocence left.

I may not have the resources nor the... capacity right now to replicate that orphanage, but I still want to help the youngest natives here have the smallest comforts like food or clothing. I've only had a handful of opportunities in Redgate and the Station to make good on my word and clearly I need the additional hands.

In addition to natives being sent away from the path of war, I hope that there can be a way to provide resources for them or find them the appropriate care somewhere down the line. I know that it is silly to think of such a thing when all the adults in this world are preparing for battle, but they are so young and they deserve so much more while they are being guided to safety.

But if I were to oversee these things, I reserve the right to be very picky. The children I cared for weren't even spared from the cruelty of adults, even the proprietor of that orphanage.

Surely my friends will be thrilled if I focused my attention on children rather than them. I know they must tire of my nagging.

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.

greenies

[ thomas has not been a common presence on the network since his arrival to the drabwurld; gaining the ability to talk telepathically with the people who've been close to him have made it fairly easy for him to communicate without it. but this time, thomas addresses the network at large, although only with a (perhaps semi-familiar) voice.

he sounds uneasy. tired. ]

Do any of you have nightmares? How do you deal with them?

[ it's a stab at anonymity, mostly because he doesn't want to show his face, but the storms currently raging over head have not made his life any easier. thomas sleeps fitfully, twenty minutes at a time, wakes up screaming. no one's going to see his face as an effect of that. eventually, he tacks on a soft--]

Thanks. [ --and the line goes dead. ]

enthraller

[This message comes a few days after the new influx of arrivals. Still roughly two weeks after the original call to arms he put out, but give him a break. He needed some time to actually settle in at Redgate without all the Reynard shit to deal with.

To the newer folk who wouldn't have seen him before, the individual appearing on their lockets is a rather young man, blond and golden-eyed behind lavender-tinted glasses, pretty in a decidedly feminine way, currently seated in what looks like a private office.]

I wanted to thank everyone who in some way aided Redgate, during the recent events. Almost everyone went their separate ways fairly quickly after the incident in the ocean, and I can't blame them for just wanting to get back to their lives, but I do regret being unable to do anything to properly show my gratitude before that. Funds are still a little tight here, with the mines still inoperable after the dragon situation, so I can't offer much in way of a reward. But Redgate owes a debt to all of you -- I owe you -- and I'll do what I can to repay that debt, somehow.

[Aaand there's that obligatory noble gesture out of the way. Better, definitely, if he can deal with that debt on a more personal level and save Redgate itself any trouble.]

With that said, I thought it was only right to make a general announcement of the current situation, after raising such a fuss earlier. It was -- as anyone who's dealt with Reynard might have guessed -- a trap. The Fox did what he could to rid himself of those of us there at the time, and he and his daughter stole the bones of Lady Alyosha's kin. They failed to kill anyone, thankfully, but they still managed to escape.

[Beyond that, he hasn't heard much of what's up. Some people have cities to run and can't go running off across the map on a Fox hunt. But he certainly looked unhappy to have to report it, and with a sigh and a slight shake of the head, he moves on.]

That all aside, I see there's been another batch of new arrivals. I'm sorry you all had to arrive during such a mess of a time, but if any questions remain that I might be able to answer, I'd be happy to try to help. And know that Redgate is open to you, regardless of your court.

slugout

[ ok. ok hello. we're in the woods, right? crappy. whatever imps told told junpei that yukari was out here in the woods were JERKS.... it's the karmic justice he gets for smushing their comrades on arrival. so, woods. la llorona, probably, judging by the CREEPY AMBIANCE and general lack of sunlight making it's way down through the trees to ground level. hello everyone!! did you know camping out here absolutely SUCKS? because it does. and his horse keeps biting him. ]

Hey, Yuka-tan, I know you're scared of ghosts and all, but where the hell are you hiding out here? None of these are ghosts, they're solid, they have knives and whatever so you can come out of whatever shrub you're hiding under and talk to me already! I know your phone's not working, but come onnnnnn, what's the deal?

[ suddenly, an enlightened pause. ]

You didn't get turned into a deer or something, did you?

[ STUPEI, ACE DEFECTIVE, everyone. he is the BRAINS of this operation. little does he know that there are, actually, probably ghosts in here after all but his burning anime friend spirit is probably keeping them away. isnt it great!!!

but let's also ask the general public for help. ]

Uh, if anyone else has seen a girl with a pink sweater and a bad attitude and some archery stuff, can they tell me? Her name's Yukari.

graciousness

[ the voice that can be heard is full of nervousness and skepticism ]

Alright, then. I know this is working, it worked for everyone else, no reason it wouldn't for me - aside for the matter that I do not know what I seem to be doing at all -

[ but then, video! at first you might see only freckles and then she'll step back and you'll see a young woman with dark curls, a purple, flowery dress and one bottom lip that seems to be busied between her teeth. ]

-- Greetings to both courts, I have heard there are two. I hope there are not more and if there are -

[ she might be offending someone. oh no. she'll take a quick yet graceful curtsy ]

to those who can hear - see! me. My name is Gunievere - Gwen, really. of Camelot! I - the fairies -

[ the fairies. this is so unsettling ]

I was told I was brought here to help. I will do all that I can but I - I am but a maidservant. I do not know what I can do, truly but whatever you might need of me, I am in your service.

-- They will send us home when our duties are through, will they not? I have other.

[ erm ]

duties! at home. I am already in the service of a Lady and she might be unsettled with me being gone.

[ and morgana being unsettled is bad news to all ]

--- It's nice to meet you all, I'm certain. Whatever I can do, truly.

glacio

Greetings again, shardbearers. I believe it's been- quite some time since I've last been here, so for those who don't know me, I'm Queen Elsa, of Arendelle. I was brought here as a member of the Seelie court, just as I was before. It's an honor to be back.

[ however, she looks all worried, so she's going to get right to the point ]

I'm not sure if this was just my imagination running wild, but the night after my arrival here, I had a nightmare. But it was more vivid than that, more- real. And as loath as I am to speak of such unpleasantness, I feel it's only right to do so, to be safe. To act as a warning, in case such a thing exists here.

In my dream, a dark, massive beast came down from the skies, baring its teeth, and - [ it's easy to form a sculpture ( kinda ) of sharp ice through the middle of her palm once she holds her hand up to the camera, the ice taking shape of a clawed hand, before tinting to a dark pink, then eventually ruby red. she's scared enough to make it look as intimidating as it did in her dream. ] - this mark, on its face. It's just about the only part of it I can remember clearly, besides all those teeth. [ ehhh let's not think about the teeth ] It had great wings, and its breath- it was if it could spit poison. Though by the end of the dream, it was covered in that horrible stuff. There was no running from it.

Has anyone seen such a creature here? Or heard of such a thing? I don't know for certain that the place I dreamt of was the Drabwurld, just that it was a place covered in snow, but- [ welllllll everything's covered in snow lately, so ] - as I said, I thought it would be best to ask, to be safe.

In case I am just- being crazy - [ which is possible, who even knows. she feels crazy. but the threat felt real enough. ] - I was also hoping I could find someone, or a few someones, to debrief me of the goings on here during the time that I was away. I was also maybe just hoping to say hi, to those I befriended before. If you're all still here, of course.

duodecimal

Imps.

[ it's a singular word accompanied by the image of a very unamused and unimpressed older face with eyebrows that even if you couldn't see his mouth might actually show off his displeasure all by themselves. it's clear that he thinks this entire thing is stupid and arguably not real, but then again, robin hood shouldn't be real and he certainly did run into him. ]

There's a planet or two like this. Populated only with small, very— annoying bug creatures. I hate those planets. [ see also: i hate here. ] Try to avoid them unless someone wants to go see them.

[ that's not actually the commentary he means to make about here, but he can't entirely resist it. he clears throat. ] Of all the versions of me to drag here you choose me. Have to wonder if there's something a bit off in your heads. Then again, there's imps and fairies around and involved. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised if there's something off.

[ he sighs. ] If you can take a moment away from whatever it is you're doing right now. I know it's important to you— but this is a bit important to me and it'll take a minute. And it won't kill you to take that minute to listen since you already are. [ he also doesn't entirely care what everyone else is doing right now, but manners, achieving the goal of actually getting someone to pay attention. ] I'm missing a person. My ca— Clara. Her name's Clara, about— [ he motions somewhere south of his shoulder that is a horrible approximation of her actual height. ] that high, wide face. Bossy little thing. Tell her the Doctor's looking for her and that I need to see her even if she doesn't want to see me. I need to make sure she's in one piece if she's here.

reticence

[LOCKED TO: Flora, Berserker, Lucrezia, Bolin, John Grimm, Saralegui, Brucolac, Ganondorf, Waver, & Harry Potter]

Certain information has come to my attention indicating that the Seelie monarchs are collecting information on those with ties to former Shardbearers. You are receiving this message personally because your name specifically has been mentioned in connection with on personage or another. I would advise you on your guard, and advise you to guard those you know who this might pertain to who have not received this message. I cannot guarrantee that they are not in jeapordy as well. Should further information come to pass, I will do my best to let it be known. Until then, I remain. - A Fairy Found Loner*

((ooc: there's a reason it's signed this way, see if you can figure it out!))

waterbearer

[ The message is broadcast twice, from two separate lockets. The background is a small inn near Daonna, Waver is in the forefront, while Kaldur has maps spread out across a table, and is quietly casting on the maps and making frantic annotations. ]

Good evening. As many of you have heard by now, much has been made about the threat of Reynard the Fox at Redgate. Doubtlessly, you’ve also noticed that since that announcement no other word has come out of the fortress. This is, to say the least, very alarming.

[ Kaldur looks up, briefly, to face the camera. ]

I am attempting to scry for the locations of individuals known to be at Redgate or near Redgate at this time, in light of the threat Reynard poses, in hopes that more information can be found.

If they have already engaged Reynard, and are trying to fight him, hopefully, we will be able to find out.

Until then, or until we have direct information from Saralegui himself, I would like to ask that everyone who is intending to lend aid to Redgate gather in Daonna. This gives us all an opportunity to group up, prepare, plan, and present a united front if things are as bad as they seem right now. Whenever we have word, we can act together. If you are en route, come to Daonna. If you are already up the mountains, please return.

I realize that I have no authority to enforce this, but I do ask that you heavily consider this option before forging on ahead.

[ In the background, Kaldur looks as though he is about to curse, and pulls Waver’s attention towards what he has found briefly, before setting at it again, and speaking towards the feed. ]

I also urge those who are heading to Redgate to gather with us, until we gain more information and can adequately prepare for what we will be faced with.

Thank you kindly for your time. If you have any further information on the situation, both Kaldur and myself would appreciate it being shared.

amplified

( there is a level of quiet calculation to the way lydia addresses the locketed network. she wears not nearly as much makeup. her hair isn't kept in ringlets or curls, nothing fancy, but a simple bun. she seems... slightly detached, from everything, though she's not necessarily detached in an unpleasant way. she's just.. well. she's older. and she holds herself high and with a much more adult strength than previously. )

I slept again. I dreamed of home. Or maybe I lived it, while my body was trapped here. Either way. ( her lips form a thin line, something like a smile but not quite. and there is a certain measure of manipulation glinting just behind her eyes. )

For those of you who know Peter Hale, you should be made aware that anything he tells you about his strength of character is very likely a lie. He is a murderer, and he's the absolute best at the manipulation game. He doesn't care about anyone but himself, and it's very likely that he's using anyone he's pretended to befriend for personal gain. Just when you think you might be able to trust you again, he'll probably try to kill your best friends.

( dear peter hale,

you tried to kill scott to be the alpha again, and she hates you! :D )

Just a public service announcement.

PRIVATE TO STILES.

Am I all caught up with you now? What did I miss?

enthraller

[He'd wanted to do this more formally, had all sorts of plans for what to say and what topics he needed to address. But his hand is being forced, and so quick and to the point is what he has to settle for.

Some might recognize him, but he's been busy outside the courts and so plenty might not. For those unfamiliar, the person speaking over the lockets is young and delicate-looking, with a regal sort of poise and a currently unhappy expression.]

My name is Saralegui. With the Lady Alyosha's death, rule of Redgate has fallen to me. Were things less dire, I'd have taken the time to speak on the intentions Alyosha had for the city, the hopes I have for it. Issues of rebuilding and peace, moving on from past traumas, maintaining a safe haven for both its residents and shardbearers -- anyone who wants no part in this war. But the situation is dire, and time won't permit me to do things so nicely.

[There. At least he can leave hints as to what was intended, both to soothe his own ego over ruined plans, and tease out those who might have had some interest in any of it. Multi-tasking is good. But frowning now, he focuses, voice steady and gaze intense beneath tinted glasses.]

Reynard the Fox is riding for Redgate. We've no idea when he might arrive, or what he's after, but I've seen firsthand the sort of death and destruction he can cause on his own. The city has already experienced more than enough bloodshed, is still recovering from it, and I would not see it suffer him.

[Only a little bit of a lie in there -- he knows what Reynard wants, as do likely at least a few others who are in the loop with regards with Reynard and Alyosha. But details like that aren't necessary to appeal to those who might be useful here. Those with strong senses of honor, or justice, or revenge.]

I know Redgate has its champions and allies in either court from Alyosha's rule, and there are plenty who would call the Fox their enemy. I ask for those who would stand in the city's defense, whatever the reasons. I leave myself for Redgate as soon as possible, through means faster than by horseback and fairy rings, and anyone in Caer Scima willing to help is welcome to travel with me.

parallels

[The locket feed switches out to show Clara out in the fields around Caer Glaem. Her face is dirty and smeared with dirt and sweat. Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and she stands with a shovel, surrounded by piles of dirt. There is also a pile of delicately picked tulips set to the side. Clearly, she's been putting her best foot forward when it comes to the requests from the court.

She licks her lips before starting, as if she's trying to follow what she's rehearsed in her mind.]

So Clara Oswald, here. Nice to meet anyone I haven't spoken to before. Phones and lockets that act like phones aren't really my thing. [Well that was a poor intro. She sighs a little and moves it along.]

I've been collecting the flowers on the graves to bring back to Caer Glaem. I figured it might be a bit of a nice thing to brighten up the crypts and to honor all of these people. Every time, we visited my mum's grave we'd always bring flowers. But none of these people have anyone to bring them flowers. No one even knows who they are. Figured that maybe that's something we could do. It's not about war, it's just about doing what's proper. That at least, I can get behind, threat of an evil spirit or not.

If you'd like some flowers let me know, I'm going to bring them back to the city. Maybe we can arrange them into something? Can't say that's my specialty but I'm sure there's someone out there who can.

...And then, second part of what I wanted to broadcast. It's a bit of a new direction. More cheerful one though.

[She shifts the camera down to show a little winged dog that is currently chewing on a bone next to her.]

Right so.

I've never owned a pet before. Not even a gold fish. Most I ever had was was one of those little keychain toys when I was ten.

But I got this one as a boon and he's a bit well. A handful. As puppies and children tend to be. In desperate times, my resources are books or my own cleverness; and cleverness has no bearing on puppy logic and I can't imagine there's "Simarg Cub Training 101" in the library, I'm running a bit dry here.

[The pup barks and flies up to lick her face. She laughs, a little more honestly than usual, and pats his head.]

Basically, pet owner advice is desperately needed. I'm sure I can spin whatever you can give me into something useful for this little one.

demonstrations

[ At some point, the tiny airbender's pulled away from the group she's with. Possibly saying she wants to meditate for a few minutes-- which isn't a complete and total lie. She did meditate, she needs peace and quiet sometimes-- after all. But eventually, she pulled out the items she was given as a recent boon. A wooden air bison and some images of her family. She hasn't shown anyone else them yet, but she keeps them on her at all times.

She reflects on what she wants to say once more-- She'd thought about it a hundred times. During the event where they were chasing he moon, during her conversation with King Ridire, and even during Samhain. It was then, too, that she'd received these gifts and it had only fortified her thoughts. Still, Jinora had waited. Korra hadn't wanted her to say anything for a while, but that was a lie to herself she couldn't hold any longer. And the images of her family only made that more true.

So, when the locket's video turns on it's to the younger sitting a bit away from the others with a collection of images. The viewer may catch a glimpse of one or two as she tucks them away-- a family adorned in the familiar orange and red she wears in any one of them. They're not the focus and so she lets out a breath. Far more hesitant and less questioning than her first appearance, but she tries to smile softly. ]

Hi, again. I'm Jinora.

[It's a simple introduction followed be a formal bow. The smile remains as she raises back up, but the hesitance doesn't waver.]

A lot of you know Korra, Mako, and Bolin. We're all from the same world where people can control, or bend, the elements. There's ones for fire, earth, water, and air.Our world is full of them and I'm an Airbender. But, you see, for as long as I've been alive I've been the second oldest Airbender in the entire world.

[She pauses briefly to let that sink in, reaching to pick up the tiny figure of the air bison with an uncertain look. ]

I know that doesn't mean anything to anyone else, but I wanted to explain. You see, over a hundred years ago the Air Nation was wiped out. For a long time, everyone thought that there was no more Air Nation-- no more Airbenders. But my grandpa, Avatar Aang, had been frozen and reappeared seventy years ago. He was the last Airbender.

The Air Nation is a peaceful people. Before, we lived away from other nations and in temples where we'd free ourselves of material desires. We only wish to live in harmony with the world and respect all living things. Freedom and peace are really important to us. Grandpa Aang loved our culture... But he and his friends had to stop the Fire Nation from taking over the entire world. He worked hard to continue our beliefs and defeated the Fire Lord without killing him... The world returned to peace.

But Grandpa Aang was still the last of our people for a long time. Then daddy was born and he wasn't alone... But one day, Grandpa Aang died and he was alone this time. A few years later I was born, then Ikki, then Meelo. Gran-Gran says little Rohan will be an Airbender, too. But daddy's no alone anymore. We even had a miracle happen! A few weeks ago the world changed and now there's a whole new generation of Airbenders appearing.

[Another small pause. She tries to weight if she's said too much-- probably. But at the same time she didn't know how to say too little and if too little would make it more complicated. Besides, there was a point here.]

I believe this war can be ended without hurting anyone. I don't think fighting each other is going to solve anything. One side or the other can't be right. It feels like everything here is one side of the same coin-- they need each other. But I know... not everyone believes that. There are lots of people who want to fight and will fight because they think it's the only answer...

But it's not. I refuse to think that it's the only way. There's a lot of us here-- a lot of us who don't want to hurt people!-- a lot of us who just want to live in peace and be free... Everyone should... I guess what I'm trying to say is bad things happen, but people can change them for the better--

That's why, I won't fight. I'm going to find a way to help resolve this war without violence and bring peace. So everyone here can be free... Just like Grandpa Aang would.

You're free to think that's naive or silly, but I'm going to.

[...And it's with that note she finally wraps it up and puts it at an end there. Hope you enjoyed your daily tiny airbenders trying to encourage peace.]

atoned

[ zuko is not going to tearbend. ]

[ he may have found toph's shard, tucked safely away where no one, not even reynard, would be able to steal it, and her metal bracelet, worn around his thin wrist, but he will not tearbend. he knows what it means. toph never abandons him, not even when he's annoyed her until she starts calling him sparky just to see him grit his teeth and steam pour from his ears. toph's the one thing in drabwurld that actually stayed — and it's his fault she's gone. even though it's completely and utterly irrational, guilt eats away at him for leaving her alone, believing his own treachery to the unseelie court would only require him to complete a personal quest to see to it his honour is restored. but toph's gone — save for her metal bracelet, the one he never really had seen her take off. had they stripped her of that before they'd taken her, too? he doesn't plan on keeping her bracelet, determined to give it back to her once he finds her again. but it's better to be worn on his person than to be left in his suite, the imps' feet running closer and closer to his door with each passing day he lingers in drabwurld — either at the station or in caer scima. ]

[ his expression is a permanent scowl. two imps can be seen running from him outside the castle of caer scima, their behinds burnt and some of their hair still caught aflame. they keep shouting we don't know where toph is!, but it only seems to make zuko angrier, hands balling into tight fists. in toph's honour, he sends a blast of fire along the grass, slithering quickly toward them like a serpent, to see to it they shriek and jump high into the air. ]

Toph's gone. The imps didn't take her, but I don't believe them.

[ he's not sure what to even believe anymore. he can barely believe in himself, and that's already a can of worms he's trying to shove the lid back on. ]

[ petulantly, he utters, ] Whatever. [ it's not like it matters; he doesn't even know if anyone outside of those in the unseelie even know toph. do they just think he's saying tough? she'd laugh at that; he grits his teeth. anyone would find their life was made ten times better just by her being around. they'd arrived in drabwurld together, they were meant to leave together. ]

[ it appears as though he's about to blast a tree, or even his own locket, held as though another is merely directing it, but he doesn't. much louder, ] I hate this place.

[ and he leans forward to grab his locket and tosses it as far as he can, shooting a thick burst of flame at it as the imp that had been recording him scampers away, its body seen blurred by the camera tumbling into darkness. ]

[ for anyone at caer scima, zuko's in the bailey, sitting against a willow tree, sulking. either he wears his frown, arms crossed against his chest, or he's looking at his locket, as if contemplating burning it until it's ash, even though it seems almost indestructible against his fire. if toph were here ... well, she's not. and he's not chasing any imps or playing practical jokes (nor is he going to the feast later today to do such a thing) on anyone because of that very reason. ]

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