eachdraidh

[The sight that is revealed in the locket first appears to be a stranger, a seemingly unfamiliar brunette appearing within it. But there soon enough comes a large smile, one that's most definitely been seen by some around the Drabwurld, a signature grin that would normally belong to a certain mischievous winter spirit.

Except now, the spirit isn't a spirit at all, or he doesn't seem to be. Because sparkling blue eyes have now transformed into a simple chestnut color and pale skin has become naturally colored flesh. What once was a notable ice spirit has somehow become a human.]

So I decided to try a little makeover—you know—do the whole dull color trend, blend in with the scenery, that kind of thing.

[What he tries to portray as disinterest is easily betrayed by his widening smile, obviously revealing just how excited he is about this.]

What do you think? Does it suit me at all?

( ooc: his icons will still have his white hair, but he'll still be in his human form throughout comments / the change comes from his boon, a necklace that allows him to change into a human when he wears it )

herotypical

[ the locket swings jarringly into action -- like a camera stuck to a pendulum, shuddering back and forth and only occasionally picking up a stern-eyed blonde. ] Ugh. Whose idea was it to glue a webcam onto a necklace--

[ there! steadied. there is first a grimace and then a forced smile and then a flutter of girlish eyelashes. ] First order of business? Those of you still bumming around the Station -- could you tell me how those repairs are coming along? I'm feeling a serious oncoming modernity craving. Like, a gallon of lattes and underwear that doesn't require learning whole new categories of knots.

Second: does anyone know how to make a quick buck outside shilling it for either court? [ she is not a fan of either of the caers. ] Preferably while also maintaining some facade of dignity.

And third and last but absolutely never least: does the name Sunnydale mean anything to anyone? Y'know, anyone other than the someones I've already talked with. [ hey! it's worth asking. doubly so now that it looks like she's here for the long(ish) haul. double ugh. ]

enthraller

[recruitment time. he'd assume that the majority of the fight-y types here are busy with that whole moon situation, but surely they'll have a moment to glance at the lockets at some point. no matter how dire the situation it, he doubts it's non-stop fighting for days on end. in the image shown over the lockets, saralegui smiles sweetly, playing up his own harmless appearance for this matter.]

I'm looking for a bit of assistance. Or at least, anyone who'd consider themselves fairly strong and are interested in taking a little trip.

[there's no chance he can get away with saying absolutely nothing about his destination or goals, if he wants to keep to that innocent "in need of help" image. so instead, he sticks to the bare minimum, in that pleasant and open manner of his that hides away any sign of withheld information.]

I need to go visit Troichean Beinn. I've already found a guide, of sorts, but it'd be nice to have some protection as well, both from the general dangers of traveling and whatever threats the city itself might pose. You can consider it a temporary guard job, but honestly, I'd also just appreciate the additional company.

[for once, he's being entirely sincere. he's only had one conversation with red, but he's sure he'll end up murdering the man himself if stuck alone with him for several weeks.]

It's a chance to see a bit more of this world and I know that, new as some of you are, that might be a very desirable opportunity. But if additional compensation is needed, I have some funds that I can dip into for payment. Let me know if you're interested.

justwillow

Huh. This is kind of neat- little magic and it acts like a-

[Focus Rosenberg. You're stranded in a mystical realm with imps and faeries and all sorts of bad things could be happening back at the castle-- because who decided that would work? Having a bunch of slayers in a house didn't work out too well, So the logical conclusion was putting them in a giant castle with lots of weapons! Brilliant Idea.]

Uh, Hey! I'm looking for a girl named Buffy- Or any of the slayers. Buffy- She's about yay-big [She gesters to about her height.] Blonde, superhuman strength with killer fashion sense and a penchant for puns? I really hope she's here. Or uh-. A sarcastic British guy named Rupert Giles? Or Xander? He's a guy with an eyepatch. Kind of dorky but in an adorable way- Sorry Xander. [she mutters to herself] I'd even settle for Spike.

[She takes a few deep breaths. This was getting a bit too panicky. Calm down, calm down.]

Sorry for all the word vomit- I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg. I guess I'm the newest contestant on this island.
Does anyone know anything about the energy here? It's kind of... abnormal.

alikeness

I'm looking for someone. [ no doubt, a tried and true phrase the lockets have played before. Connor tacks a piece of paper to the locket so that everyone can see his drawing of a demon. it's sketchy and messy, but a pretty good likeness considering he was being beaten up during his confrontation with it. guess he inherited one more thing from his father's side. ]

He's over seven feet tall and made completely out of stone. And he's mine. [ and by the look on his face and the tone of his voice, that clearly means MINE TO KILL >:[ !!!! but the sassmasters of eachdraidh are welcome to poke fun at him anyway. he lowers the paper, revealing the rest of him and the lovely decoration scheme caer scima's rocking. ] He'll try and kill you, but I don't have to really warn you guys about that, huh? From what I've heard of this place, that's what we're supposed to be doing.

[ killing each other!!! guess who hasn't been given the 'make love, not war' lecture of his life. there's no clear sign on his face that explains what he thinks of that exactly. He moves to turn off the locket and hesitates. ]

I want to know. [ how do I get out, who can I beat up right now, where can I find Angel -- ] Who's winning the war?

mixcds

[Coming to you straight from the Unseelie Library, is Kieren Walker, wide eyed and excited. He's got his locket balanced on books and out in front of him, open and scattered, are more books. Just to the side is a big map. There's a quill tucked behind his ear and a splotch of ink on his cheek, but whatever. ]

Alright? I've been meaning to get out of Caer Scima for a while, just to see what's out there.

[Read: I've been meaning to go the station and buy myself jeans and a hoodie. ]

Anyway, I'm going to head to the dead city of Quendi. I was wondering if there's anyone who's up for a bit of a journey? It might take a couple of weeks.

[Or like, a lot of weeks.]

I was thinking we could probably make our way to the station afterwards? If you're keen to get out of the castle's for a while, you're more than welcome to come along.

Entries tagged with connor: angel

third snowball ❅ video (open to both courts)

(first stake) video ✧ open to both courts

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~ One Magical Mishap ~ [Video,Open to both Courts.]

[video] open to both courts

fourth shot ☢ VIDEO (open to seelie & unseelie)

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