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[Nico doesn't trust the Unseelie side. In fairness, he doesn't exactly trust the Seelie side, either. Of the two, he can at least trust that the Seelie side won't stab him in the back while he's asleep. He expects them to do it during the daytime.

At any rate, he decides to let his...allies (?) know at least one of his abilities. Two at most. The rest are best used as aces in his sleeves or whenever it actually comes up.

So, when the video feed comes on, Nico looks like he's up in a tree. He is because, man, he doesn't want his conversation jacked by Luke like in Jason's.]


My name is Nico di Angelo. The topic of transportation has come up a few times, and if the worms are any indication, then I expect that they're just the start of whatever we're going to be facing in this world. That's not even including the fact that we're most likely going to do battle with other people.

[A flicker of distaste crosses his face. Being a civilian in one war between mortals and a soldier in a war between demigods is just...not his idea of a fun time. Still, it needs to be said.]

I have abilities that don't include being good with a sword. I'm only comfortable with talking about two of them at this time. One is called shadow travel. It's best used at night, but the basics of this power is that I can go from one shadow to another no matter where it is. Distance and the amount of people I take with me have a very important factor in how much of an energy toll I get. Over seven thousand miles on my own will probably knock me out for a straight week, just to give an example. Even short jumps could leave me exhausted. I'm best used for emergency back up or just for emergency transportation if someone gets badly injured.

[Nico pauses, thinking about how to phrase the other one.]

The second ability...I'm able to affect the dead. I don't need anything special, it's just something that's natural for me. From spirits to the walking dead, I can either kill or banish them. Talk to them, too, in the case of ghosts.

[Okay, yeah, that's a lot of information, and hopefully it's useful.]

That's about it.
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I've heard that this magic device is the best way to address both the Seelie and Unseelie courts and their members. In the midst of all of this chaos surrounding these disgusting worm beings, I find myself wondering why it is that no one has tried to take a general census of the population. We're clearly, most of us, new arrivals. For whatever reason that may be, it stands to reason that we should at least talk to each other. Especially since it's likely that we all have at least one or two other people we know from our own homes. So, first things first. How many of you have come across someone you knew before you arrived here? Are they friends, or are they enemies? How are you handling things? ( Lydia has determined that she needs to take a survey, more or less, and find out as much as she can. See if she can discern any patterns in the population. See if she can find a rhyme or reason to what's going on... To why this place, why these people, why this timing. )

Secondly. If there's anyone else here from Beacon Hills... Speak up. Clearly there's something going on here that involves at least a few of us. I'm wondering how many more of us there are.
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[Drabwurld is treated to the sight of one Damon Salvatore, peering into the locket to make sure it was on, giving it a testing tap just because.]

Testing, testing... is this on? Really? Lockets aren't really my style. I'm more of a ring kind of guy.

[This isn't locked to just one side or the other, or anyone in particular since he's no notion of who's here, other than the few from the feast he'd met.]

Now that I have your undivided attention, I need to address a concern of mine. I have... certain dietary requirements that need to be met and I need volunteers. Well, I don't really, but I'm more curious as to who might be willing to offer a little of themselves here and there. The more the merrier, since I can be quite... insatiable, depending on my mood.

[Or how injured he might be. Or angry. Or... whatever. Damon leaned towards the mercurially mooded type, so it really depended on the day. Or minute.]

Nice little infestation you have, by the way. Good to know even fairies have pests. Giant worms. How... cute.

[He doesn't even attempt to hide the eyeroll, but he does end the transmission with a little wave and a smirk.]

Serious offers only. I'm not here to answer all your questions and do tricks for people who are bored. You want entertainment? Go piss off the minotaur.