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.

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/]

vrykolakas

I've got a flock of puca down on Srathmarbh beach. If you want a fast mount, and I mean fast, come down tonight. Sharpish. I don't know how long they'll—

[A dark, horse-ish thing leers over the Brucolac's shoulder and then snaps demon-quick for the locket. Yellowish teeth fill the screen, followed by a blur of movement, and a muffled,] Fuck off, Accalon, you equine rat—

[The Brucolac reappears, lip hitched from his teeth in a slightly menacing grin.]

You're going to need a strong stomach.

[The puca Accalon leans into shot again, this time not biting. Sing-song, the beast snickers,] Don't be a slithering, sniffling little coward, he means.

[ooc: log for claiming/attempting to claim a puca here!]

pixiedusting

( believe it or not, using a magical device to communicate with others is a lot easier for Tink to wrap her head around than say, a cell phone. they were so small, and made such funny noises, and who knew what radiowaves were. they didn't sound good for you. no, she'd much rather have a magical locket.

she doesn't seem to falter with it much, either, a simple introduction being enough. )

Hello. I was told I could use this to communicate.

( Tink's accent is a bit of a twang, her voice sweet just like the delicate features of her face, but if you write her off as sweet and innocent, you're asking for trouble. )

My name is Tinker Bell. Does anyone here know of a place called 'Storybrooke'?

( Tink figures she's more or less alone, but it doesn't hurt to ask. )

There is something wrong with my magic. I've heard all sorts of claims as to why that might be, but I wanted to know if anyone else had this experience. And how I could restore it to the way it was. I still can manage a few spells but it's not right, and I want to know why. If I'm meant to help with this war, I'm not going to be as capable.

( that's a bit of bribery, really — give her magic back and she'll be a good little worker bee, honest! or, well, she is not a creature that wants to participate in war, yet she's willing to use her magic for the right reasons. she just needs it back first. she fought tooth and nail to get her wings back, she's not going to sit back and let someone strip them from her again.

still, she can't be wholly selfish. )

The faeries around here seem to be a bit self serving — that's not how faeries work in my world. I'm here to help anyone that needs it, if I can. I understand we are trying to ready ourselves... I can happily teach those that might like to know about survival skills and living off the land, and general first aide. Someone mentioned something about activating my shard, if I could trade one knowledge for the other we'd both leave a little wiser.

survivra

Each day that goes by that we're waiting for something to happen is each day the Void gets closer to all of us. We lost all last month to fight against it due to the Black Shuck's orders, and now we're left scrambling to make up that lost time. Isn't that a bit too convenient for those who would have us die against our will, to squander the little time we've left?

I can't shake the feeling there's something more that's happening than we're being told, and more we ought to be doing than simply preparing. The least we could do for now is try to figure out what that is. If you've no experience with self-defense, then I can help with that; and if you have that, or at least some experience in finding your way through the woods without getting lost and setting off warning signs wherever you walk, then I suppose I'm your lieutenant, if you wish to scout our borders.

Either way we know something is stirring, and we'd better be prepared for it.

erythristic

[when the feed comes on, Grell looks calm, put together, in more practical clothing than her favoured dresses. it's early morning, and the sunlight is illuminating the space outside where she is.]

Right then. The call to arms has been proclaimed once again, and I'm more than aware that there are those of us who either know little about what's expected of us, or who have let their joints rust over in the calm.

That ends today. Preparations at the Ward have been re-established for the month, and if you are uncertain in your abilities, wish to try something out, or need to know which end of a sword to grab, attend the training sessions that will be held there for shardbearers and natives alike. Beginner's sessions are in the morning like always, eight thirty sharp, and that's being generous. Advanced sessions are in the afternoon, but that's hardly an excuse to sleep in too late - if last time has taught us anything, it is that we need to be the sharpest we can.

Those that are confident enough in their skills that believe themselves capable of giving instruction, wherever you are in Allaidh Darach, please make yourself known to me - I can hardly carry out this task on my own. I'll be running on good faith, but if I hear that you can't live up to your claims, you will be ousted and I'll see to it that you know exactly what I think of you wasting students' time.

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