eachdraidh

[She's still disoriented. Disoriented and tired and feeling like a well-wrung sponge. She probably looks the part too, face having the ruddy, blotchy look of someone who's gone through a lot of upheaval in a very short space of time.

She barely understands what's going on, beyond the barest jist of things. For her, it was only a few hours at most since she was in the heart of the great gem before she was flung into this world, owing to ending up on a place in her world that was... temporally flexible... for those two while the gem did its work. And once she's taken some time to just sleep and gather herself... she can get started.

She still has Feathers. And Pathfinder. And even her locket. Which is as good a place as any to start.]

H-hey. I don't... really recognize where I am. He... that man said we were in the past I think?

[But this area honestly doesn't even look like part of the future world either. An entirely new location. She could try her corridors sure, but those only worked to places she's been before, and it seems risky if she isn't even sure whether those places exist in the past.

All of these time thoughts are giving her a headache. She reaches a hand up to rub her forehead. Behind her, a chocobo briefly butts into view to nudge the side of her head. She reaches the same free hand back to pat its beak absently.]

I'm sorry. [This must look so dumb.] I'm still really confused. But... we're all here, right?

[They're not all strangers again, starting from scratch?]

Locked to Compassnet

[With a more general address out of the way she goes for something a bit more targeted. He'd said the Seelie and Unseelie didn't exist yet, but after a few months of being wary of the lockets, she's still careful.

She pulls up Pathfinder's charm, the wayfinder that Riku had given her, and speaks slowly.]

Terra? Riku? Elizabeth? Sora? Merida? Um... I'm not sure who else is here.

[Who else of the people she cares about has access to the separate network. There's a nervous, almost pleading edge to her voice. Well if they were still here or not... this would make it obvious either way.]

notyetlegend

[It's been a crazy few months, but things seem to be finally settling back to normal. At least, as normal as the Drabwurld goes. Sometimes she has to remind herself that this is her world now, weirdness and all, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Luckily, her last gift from Solais is still active so she didn't remain lost for very long, teleporting herself to Leathann, to home.

But there are numerous, countless others that she needs to check up on. Merida sits with a hound or two by her side, the only new thing about her being the braids on either side of her head, sitting in her hair. War braids, that her mother had carefully interwoven into her hair as a last gift. She smiles, though it falters a little, and the choker around her throat feels a little tighter, hiding most of the scar that goes up to her jaw.]

This is Merida.

[Duh.]

It's been a while since I've spoken to some of you. [She remembers her last post and feels a little lump in her throat.] I'm not even sure how many I know are still here. Well, here being a relative term since it seems there's even more courts.

[One of the pups whines and nudges her side, and she reaches to give him rubs.]

I know that many of you might be adjusting, but I wanted to offer myself, should you need help. I'm shardless, so I'm not barred by whatever alliance your court holds. Angus an' I can fly, an' I can teleport myself, so transportation isn't a problem. Anythin' you need - trackin', magic, archery - I can do. [Her lips quirk faintly.] I've been told I'm a good teacher.

[Merida reaches for her locket, then pauses.]

Shuck knows we've been given another chance. I don't intend to waste it.

[The feed ends.]

wwjd

I am truly blessed to be here with all of you again. The Uaine Cridhe—a great Power on par with any God, the Sacred Gem, Creation—is Existence itself, and it would not have flung us to this new world without reason. If you possess a shard, or once held one beating within your chest, let us acknowledge our undeniable bond rather than fight further.

[A priest in robes stands before a sizable white church, the entire scene filled with early morning light and the backdrop of a beautiful flower garden. Children play. Worshipers pass by. Soft breezes waft through the trees and the distant rush of waves against a coast can be heard. He wears countless crosses and different pieces of jewelry, and the way he touches a hand to his own chest could, at least, be read to be sincere.

"Could be". Here's hoping you don't know him or anything.

But, he's smiling. That's not an expression familiar to Kotomine Kirei regardless of how long anyone has ever known him. He's smiling, and it's natural, and it never really leaves him.]

I rejoice in our second chance. The time has passed for staunch divisions of Seelie and Unseelie. We must have all been pursuing what we believed, in our heart of hearts, to be the best path. I apologize to those I may have wronged and seek to begin friendships anew. To those of you I do not know yet, I welcome you to everything that is mine or shall ever be.

[Notice how he doesn't say he was mistaken.]

In this new world, my churches are open to each of you, no matter your Court or alignment. The First Holy Church of Leathann is present on the floating island of the same name. The Eaglais na Solais, [And Kirei gestures to the opulent chapel behind him.] here in Mírean, never turns away a soul in need. There is the nearby Orphanage to Pol, where we provide for the children of both this world and the old. Should you encounter any orphans without a place to call home on your travels—of any species, because all are children of the Gods of this world—I bid you to bring them to us. They will be cared for generously.

[The tiny little black wolf pups and laughing children and... are those ducklings?... running across the grounds of the church should be proof enough of that. A puppy stops, sits, and watches the recording from a distance, tilting his head.]

To celebrate our new beginning, and as a gesture of goodwill for the future, I offer the power invested in me as a priest freely during the coming weeks and months. If you would like to have a marriage officiated, please visit. I am also available for healing, blessings, and to hear confessions, should you wish to absolve yourself of the sins of the past before advancing forward. I would only ever hope for the wellness of you and your loved ones.

[He bows.]

May the Gods bless you.

[[OOC: Open monthly log for church stuff is here!]]

keybearing

[When he uses the locket, it's easy enough to remember how to use it, once they are back. He wasn't sure if it might work with all the world hopping and travel earlier with the Gem, but now they seem to be back, it's worth a try. Sora's familiar spiky hair and blue eyes greet the audience, though he's lost more of that slight lingering chubbiness around his cheeks, his features more defined than they were before. As if some more time has passed for him. Which. He's getting to, after giving a wave.]

Hey everyone! I'm still not quite sure just what all happened there. Seems at least some of us decided to stay home rather than stick around here too. Or, Riku did. So he's taking care of things there while I stick around here. That and I know I remembered a lot more of what happened back home. I'm not sure if that happened to anyone else, but....I think that was possibly a good couple years I got caught up on there. Of course, I was asleep for one of them..... Who else is still around anyway? Terra? Xion? I guess I kind of lost track of a lot of people in all that. Everyone's okay, right?

[Or. He sure hopes so. It's hard to say, when some people might have wanted to stay home, or been reminded how much they might prefer the Drabwurld to home, rather than feeling more a sense of duty and curiosity like Sora. As much as he misses home himself after all this time away. He gives a shrug, rubbing at the back of his neck as he continues.]

But anyway, seems like a lot has changed around here. Gonna take a while to get used to.

[For all of them. Still. For now, it's something. A chance to adjust and possibly even change things for the better. "Your actions influence all.", that man had said.]

Still, together we can figure this out! I'm sure of it.

[So if he is a little nervous or worried, or even lost, he's not outright showing it. Not yet anyway. Instead he gives a resolute nod before ending the feed and taking stock of his surroundings once more.]

babbylon

[The feed opens to a bustling scene, and one on the move. Men and women in drab clothes are hard at work hauling packages, hammering away at planks, and hoisting up scaffolding. Gilgamesh had rushed to the aid of his beloved Leathann not moments after the great Gem spat him out, and there he strides now, observing the populace and doling out orders as he sees fit. He seems completely at ease and the citizens do not question him; there's no one left to anymore.

After a few minutes of this guided tour, Gilgamesh addresses his audience with a broad grin.]

Greetings, citizens of every stripe, including those I could not hail before! I hope that this new world, born of our wishes and dreams, suits you. It will take time, I suspect, for all of us to find a place within it... but as you can see, my place remains in Leathann, as its just and proper king.

[His not so subtle way of announcing I'm in charge now. But he doesn't dwell on it, immediately leaps into another, more pressing matter.]

As my first official decree, I'm throwing a party! A festival of sorts, doubling as a celebration of Leathann's artistic community. You're all invited.

[Gilgamesh produces a rose from his robes and winks at the feed. He scoops up a rambunctious child running past and laughs; he is with his people, he is happy.]

Join me a week from this date, at sunset. Dress to impress, as only our best will be on display! Your contributions are welcomed and appreciated.

[Gilgamesh gives a little nod of acknowledgement, means to sign off... then pipes up with something else at the last second.]

Oh! And if you haven't visited Leathann already, simply utilize one of the fairy rings. Until then, I'll be looking forward to your visit, everyone.

aslandish

[ The video opens to the woodlands surrounding Caer Glaem. Aslan rests not to far away from a shrine to the White Hart, which is visible in the distance.

His expression is grave, indeed, but his address is made with poise. ]

To those of you to whom I have never spoken, greetings. My name is Aslan, and I arrived in the drabwurld approximately a year and a half ago by this world's reckoning.

I speak to you now, to those who may be unaware, of events that may be coming in the near future.

Earlier this month, I dreamed a dream like unto the visions that came to a number of individuals at the turn of last year. In my dream, I saw great beasts made of metal ravaging the lands with fire. They destroyed everything in their path, and the light of their eyes glowed like unto the very Shards we bear.

I cannot say when, but I believe this vision will come to pass.

I give this warning so that you might not fear, but prepare.

The End comes, and we must be ready to meet it.

[ He lets his words sink in a moment, then- ]

Be well, all of you.

[ With that, he ends the feed. ]

---

[ ooc: Please check out Aslan's permissions post if you would like him to know your character, and make a note in your tag so I know to look! c: ]

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!]

brainiest

HERMIONENET / COMPASSES

To anyone that owns a device that can read this notice:

Please return your device to me for additional protection and charms. This won't come with any charge, but it is something that needs to be done. It will make it so that no one but you can use your device and, should it be stolen, it will turn into a harmless little lump of fool's gold, with a promise of a replacement from me if you need it.

If you can't come to me personally for any reason then, please, let me know. I'll do my best to either visit you or send you information on the runes for you to perform yourself. Thank you.

SEELIE LOCKED

[ The video feed shows a harried, tired looking Hermione sitting behind her desk, head held high as she smiles, leaning forward. ]

As always, if anyone is in need of potions or charmed, protective cloaks for the upcoming battles, let me know. Artefacta will be happy to provide them, and we can enchant items you already own as well. Just let me know through your lockets and I'll arrange it all.

oathshackledbird

[If Diarmuid counts them all, he has something like half a dozen different communication devices. He stares at them in distaste. He should not have to go to so much trouble to contact those he cares about safely, but this madness is what the courts have forced on them. One-by-one, he sends the same short video message over each device. First his locket, then the brooch Hermione enchanted for him, next the necklace Rin enchanted for him, and then the compass network Rin made for those most trusted by Alyosha. Finally, he looks at the ring that is keyed to the commanders of the Red Hand. He could send the message to John and Javik through it as well, but he has a feeling they will probably see it in one of the other ways as well. The only device he doesn't consider using is the mirror given to him by Faolan. The spymaster is the one who gave him the quest after all, and Faolan has already told him all he knows.

It is a lot of work, but Diarmuid needs information, and he has never been one who does things by half measures.

He is sorry to those who get the message more than once, though...]

Greetings everyone. I know right now the focus of many of us must be battle preparations, but it has been brought to my attention that something strange is going on at the Pool of Souls. This place is a place of peace and healing and cannot be allowed to be defiled. As such, I am asking anyone who sees this and knows anything about the area--be it rumors you have heard or travels you have made there--to share that information with me. I do not want to go into this unprepared for there are many dangerous groups who play this game with us, and I have no wish to become their prey.

[The possibility that this disturbance is being caused by an Unseelie has crossed Diarmuid's mind, but he finds it a lot more likely an outside group like the Cult of the Fox is involved. If not the Cult of the Fox, it is just as likely to be one of the other cults that have sprung up since the Void started moving so much closer.]

No piece of information is too small, so please don't hesitate to share. I look forward to hearing from you.

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.

needmetoo

[Isn't it funny how she and Lightning had been talking about different options and the war not that long ago? Isn't it funny how Xion had expressed the opinion that the whole thing was wrong, that sacrificing Seelie worlds seemed counterproductive considering they were trying to save them all? And now here the are, faced with that war, and how it was coming, and soon.

She'd been told more than once before now to think carefully, and if she's going to do that, if she isn't going to make the decision now... She needs to figure out what to do with herself in the meantime.]

We really... don't have a choice about all this, do we?

[It's an abrupt sort of question, probably, and one she wonders if she should really be asking aloud at all. But it starts out her post with a tone of reluctance, one that never really fades away.]

Nevermind. Sorry.

[Deep breath. It's been a day or so since the call went out, with Xion already conveniently back at Caer Scima. And she's been observant in those 24 hours, for all that it's helped.]

Almost everybody I've seen already seems to know what to do. Back home, I did missions and things all the time, but I only really had one job. And it's the one job that I can't do now.

[Can't because she refuses to. Sure she may have occasionally done other things, like recon, but her primary mission was always collecting hearts and fighting heartless, especially while Roxas was asleep. And now that she knows, fighting people, destroying their worlds isn't something she really wants any part of. Especially now that she has friends on the other side, ones that've helped her like Riku and Terra and Dick and Merida and Korra. But it's something she knows the monarchs would say she definitely should do. The thought is sickening.]

I don't really know what I'm doing here. Not... right now at least.

[Both in general and for this war effort. She hesitates for a long time then adds one last question.]

What can we do? For now, at least.

[She isn't so sure she wants to know what people think about her opinions on the whole war.]

starspangled

For anyone who doesn't know me, my name's Steve Rogers. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to meet many of you at the feast. Things came up, but I at least wanted to introduce myself.

[For reasons, curiosity. Maybe he's a limited edition but he's definitely not one of a kind.]

I also wanted to talk about something else. Some of you might remember Sam Wilson - in fact, if you ever met him, I'm willing to bet that you do. Sam served two tours in the military, so he could definitely hold his own in a fight. But what he really loved to do was help people. My entire world had turned its back on me, and Sam took me in, made me bacon and eggs. That's the kind of friend I hope to be to anyone who'd call me one.

[Emphasis on 'anyone'.]

Sam's gone now, but he started working on something before he left. It's a clinic, he called it The Nest. There's some medicine and stuff there, but it was more than that. It was a place for people to come if they just needed to talk, or if they needed to rest. I never realized it before, but sometimes in a war people need that as much as they need bandaging up.

[Steve pauses there to take deep breath. Here comes the hard part.]

This is my friend's legacy, and I've tried to keep it afloat. The problem is, I don't know how. And it's hard for me to ask for help sometimes.

[He can barely even maintain eye contact. But the same thing keeps going through his head, fuels him on: for Sam.]

But if you have anything to offer...if you have medical knowledge or if you're just a good listener, even if you want somewhere else to stay. There's a place for you here.

I guess that's it. Again, welcome, and try to watch yourselves out there.

skjalf

( Today, she is beautifully dressed in a gown of dark green, and her hair is braided in a crown about her head, with some loose curls falling past her shoulders. Appearance is everything today, when she has such a request to make. It is not as humbling as she might have expected, to be in such a position as to need to ask for aid; perhaps it is because it is not for her, personally.

But rather an endeavour which may benefit all. Carefully, at first, she smiles, an expression which gains warmth after a few seconds. )

I greet all of you well. And pray that all of you are doing all right. Sadly, as we are all keenly aware, such a state will not long be enjoyed by many of our native brethren. The Void would consume Leathann, and I commend the great efforts being made by all to keep it at bay.

Yet the isle of Briste to the north is in similarly dire straits, and I would make a great effort there to see their people saved from death, if the Void is not stopped ere it might swallow the isle. I know not if raising it might be viable option; rather, I have struck up an overture, a dialogue with their Council of elders.

My hope is this: that we might relocate the people to a settlement on the coast of the mainland here. If I might secure their trust and blessing to do so, I will lead their people to the head of the North road. There, I propose a settlement be built, which may in time grow into something greater.

I would do this myself, but I lack the funds to. Thus I appeal to you all: please, aid me in this. I will either repay you in turn or owe you a favour later, for certain. I would not ask for donations unless it is within your wisdom to provide one. Either way, you would bear my eternal gratitude for this.

These people may be hesitant to trust us, but they deserve a better fate than that which awaits them if we do naught.

notyetlegend

I'm sure by now we're all aware of th' Shuck's decree.

[Sup, Drabwurld? It's your resident princess coming to you live from the back of a flying bison. When Korra had asked her if she wanted to go to Quendi to see the Shuck, she'd jumped at the chance, and now her friend was holding her compass and her locket for her so she could talk while they flew there.

As excited as Merida is that the ban on interacting with Unseelie has been temporarily lifted, it doesn't mean that she'll get to see everyone that she's missed, or that they'll be happy to see her. Instead, she focuses on what she wants to talk about.]

To those seekin' Him, I suggest takin' an offerin'. When talkin' to gods, you should always be respectful, while keepin' in mind that He can an' will kill should He feel it necessary. He is the god of death in this world, an' you'll do well to humble yourself before Him.

[With that out of the way, she clears her throat.]

Banshee are beings of lore in my world an' time. They're women who met with terrible fates an' wail when someone is to perish. Bean nighe we call them, for they wash th' blood from the grave clothes of those who are about to die. I've heard tales that they are spirits who died givin' birth, but that might not always be th' case. Sometimes they lose things, such as hair combs. Perhaps these might help them regain their voices.

[For banshees to lose their voice makes her worry. Is it to do with the vision that Ben had? With the sightings of the White Hart scampering through the cities a month ago with death on His heels?]

Help them. Aid them as He's asked, in any way you can. This is a balance that shouldn't be broken.

colecomfort

[Those who have been to the Llarona Ring may recognize the area. It's late afternoon, and the sun has not yet set, which means that the surroundings don't look quite as menacing as they could. In fact, there's an eerily bright glow to the air wherever the sunlight touches it... but the trees behind Cole still cast deep shadows.]

Too quiet, too still. Voices, somewhere, crying out to be found, but they are so far away. They can only whisper.

There are things here that want to kill us. Dark things, hissing and hunting. They wait in the shadows, under the surface of the water, ready to strike. And the shadows are deep.

I know the way to the walls of the sunken city. I can kill things that want to hurt you. I can stay awake and watch, so you can sleep.

My name is Cole. If you want to get to Quendi, I can keep you safe.

((OOC: Because this event lasts 10 days and travel takes time, the number of individuals/groups that Cole is able to lead to the edge of Quendi is limited. My plotting comment is over here if you want to snag a spot before threading it out!))

atoned

[ if you know zuko, his hair is always hanging in his eyes. pulling his bangs up, it's almost as if he's run a hair straightener through it to keep it raised above his head before it thinks to deflate and droop down over his scar. he's as exasperated as he feels, as defeated as he's always been; a little girl with short, dark hair and red feathers braided into it sits beside him in a red coat, threading together blades of grass. ]

[ with his knees pulled up to his chest, zuko holds his hands out, fingers curling into fists, as his voice is a little sharp and exasperated despite his attempts to calm down. his communicator happens to be leaning against a rock in the grass. he's thought this over pretty well. ]

Ugh! [ he almost smacks his forehead. almost. his knuckles turn white for a moment. ] How do you talk to animals? All they do is eat your food and grumble!

[ the little girl beside him laughs, a tinkling sort of sound, as she continues to thread her grass together. sokka leaving has left a rather big void in zuko's life. he's had to turn to his dragon to brainstorm things sokka would readily help him with — and druk sucks at brainstorming. (zuko thinks he's pretty selfish; he's run out of apples to feed him.) ]

gehennawind

[Good evening one, good evening all. We hope this embarrassing domestic dispute does not disturb.

Paloma doesn't consider herself a vengeful ghost. Conflict is a thing to avoid, not draw nearer to, not attract outside attention to. It's a private matter. Publicizing the enraged screaming of one Edward Hyde is unseemly and regrettable; something must be terribly wrong.

The sound on the locket kicks in mid-tirade. A man is hollering.]

--right mind moves a pile of shit halfway across the world for some petty prank?! Disgusting, worthless harlot! You had better hope that your body is never returned or I will be the one to rip out your throat and stuff it down the hole that remains.

[The (bad, thoughtless, petty, ill-advised, heartbreak-fueled) plan was to keep her mouth shut and let him shout himself hoarse, but Paloma cannot resist the target he's made.]

Call me anything you want. I haven't done what you've done. You're like a child playing with LEGOS. [He won't know what those are. She doesn't care, she's too butt-inflamed.] 'Oh, I'll take off a piece and... put it back where I got it!' Bodies don't work like building blocks! Listen to you. Who's frightened? Tell me you'll carve your name into my liver and feed my guts up my asshole. You've said worse. Go for it. Just go for it.

[There's some incoherent screeching, profanities and hateful noise, and then a thud near the source of the broadcast - something thrown across the room, hits the wall, and falls to the floor. (A shoe full of shit.)] I would rather the other way around, seeing as you are so partial to spreading fecal misery all around the place - why not give you what you so desire? After all, you do so seem to love taking it in your mouth already, you must have a fetish for refuse of all kinds!

Did you-- you did, you just called yourself a shithead! [Laughing bitterly. She hasn't begun to be ashamed of this broadcast, but she will be, and shortly.] There are names for selfish, faithless, unreliable, fish-licking poxed thieves like you in Srathmarbh, but why waste time when we can just say 'Edward Hyde'!

[Gods all bless, the feed ends.]

ofmyth

[If you've been so unlucky as to never run across Thor before, the man who appears in your locket may appear strangely larger than life. If you have met Thor, you know he is actually that large in real life.

He's looking rather pleased with himself today.]

Well met, residents of the Unseelie Court. For those of you I do not yet know - I am Thor, son of Odin, grandson of Borr, defender of Earth and Asgard, and god of thunder. [He inclines his head in greeting. Gotta make good first impressions right?.] For as long as I am here, I will lend my strength to the Unseelie cause, and see this Void overcome completely.

[How that's to be done? Well... let's not say anything that'll make the Monarchs mad, okay?

Instead, Thor wants to figure out how to get everyone working towards the goal in the first place. Y'all are a diverse bunch of misfits badly in need of a Breakfast Club movie, or at least a buddy cop/road trip flick.

You can thank Loki for introducing him to those tropes.

(speaking of Loki... a green-clad arm appears from offscren and makes bunny ears behind Thor's head as he continues.)]

If any of you wish to spar, or to learn how those of other worlds fight, I am willing to teach and be taught. This may be war, but there is honor to be gained on the training grounds. Moreover, I'll buy any fighter who can best me their weight in gold of ale!

[Bring it on, Unseelie. He'll honour his oath, no matter how many people beat him.]

And to any who outdrink me, I'll give a taste of the mead they serve in Valhalla. So potent, it makes strong men drunk with but a whiff!

(yadda, yadda, yadda, says Loki, owner of the bunny ears, now appearing in the background. He rolls his eyes, making talky signs with his hands.)

It is said to bring the favour of the Norns to any who can drink a full cup and walk the length of a room without stumbling!

[Thor holds a tankard into view, and toasts the cup to all watching. The feed ends.

That's the solution to disharmony, right? Drinking and fighting!]

survivra

Well, now that that silver nonsense seems to be sorted out, I think we need to start talking about things we can actually fight back when they attack us.

[ About as direct a greeting into the topic of this message as you can get. Katsa sits somewhere outdoors, cross-legged in the grass with her locket angled to show the sky clear behind her: fitting for the mismatched colors of her eyes, unusually bright green and blue. ]

I know our High Majestic King and Queen [ the titles spoken with a hint of irony ] don't seem to care always how old someone is or how much experience you've with weapons or fighting when they decide to claim you. Whatever you think of this war, whether you'd rather run right into the Void right now or wait for it to come to you, everyone here should have the skills to unlock their own strength. It's better that you've the ability to jam a knife into a man's eyeball and never have to do it than find yourself at the end of an attacker's blade with no way to get out of it. You shouldn't have to rely on anyone else.

So I'll teach you if you've no experience of your own. I usually teach young girls—children—but I'll not turn my back if you need it. That includes how to use your shard—the thing that Seelie will try to take right out of your chest.

[ She moves to close the locket—then halts, fumbles, and picks something off the ground to hold flat in her palm to show anyone watching. ]

And what in the name of the Middluns am I supposed to do with this?

[ WHO HAS TURTLE CARE TIPS???? ]

( dated after boon delivery on the 25th! )

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hermionenet / seelie locked

6 ✦ dual post

[Quest] Video (To Seelie, Hermione-Net, Rin's Networks, & Alyosha-Net) Trouble at the Pool of Souls

voice; unseelie.

voice; unseelie locked

Video (Seelie & Hermione-Net Compass)

♔ II ► VIDEO 【UNSEELIE LOCKETS + HERMIONENET COMPASS】

seventh arrow → VIDEO → Seelie / Hermionenet

Video; Unseelie Locked [Foward-Dated to Event: The Awakening]

4 ☼ VIDEO / UNSEELIE

(Unseelie Locked) AUDIO

video; unseelie

video; unseelie.

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