eachdraidh

[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.]

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Hey so.

Ellie here. Or Baroness Ellie, I guess. I'm over at Spire 7, the one near Nimh Gleanne that looks like a sweet fortress. If we haven't met or you're new, consider this a "hey, hello, nice to meet". We don't really get out much since there's the whole "hey Seelie people are just right across the border don't let your guard down" thing. So it's not really a place that natives wanna go hang out at.

But if you ever wanna train for battle or check out some weapons, we got you covered there. No magic, nothing fancy, but we have some of the best damn troops in the army to teach you to shoot or stab shit. Or I guess if you're looking for a quieter get away. We won't turn anyone away.

[A beat as if she's going over the words in her head to make sure that she's covered everything. Introductions are awkward. Usually "hey, I'm Ellie" sufficed in the past but not here.]

Anyway, to the important stuff, there's a shrine for the Shuck at my spire. I'm gonna go up to the north to Quendi and try to bring offerings that have been gathering there since it was built. So if any of you guys who are helping out the Banshees have stuff to drop off, let me know and I'll bring it along with me. Shit seems like it's a big deal so I figure we gotta cover all our bases. Plus the Shuck wasn't too much of a dick to me the last time we met so maybe I'll manage to get there and not piss him off even more than he already is.

[Then there's a quiet pause as she bites her lip and runs a hand through her hair. Despite any position of status, it's still unkempt like she's been running through the woods for days. Then she drops her hands to her side with a long suffering sigh.]

Once this is all over. I'd like to make a formal request for someone to teach me how to swim so I don't sink like a fucking rock and die if I ever come across water. And so enemies don't use it against me and all that shit. [Clearly someone has said told her those exact words in order for her to bring this up.] Of course, I'll use all my powers as a Baroness to reward anyone who is willing to help. I'm sure we can find something that you want.

So uh, thanks, in advance. And don't respond with any snarky shit about it.

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!))

gandere

[ It's late in the evening, but there's still a bit of light in the background as Rin sits outdoors in the southern part of Aghmhor. No doubt she's been tending to her garden in an attempt to keep her mind off of certain things (or people, in this case), but some things need to be addressed. Holding up a familiar piece of parchment, she waves it a bit in front of the locket and addresses her fellow Shardbearers with an exasperated tone that matches her image. ]

Now this is a good example of how a Baron should handle their affairs though I do have to question the matter in which Baron Sterling Archer conducted his will. [ Why she's even wearing a sign that reads PRUDE right across it... only after she was cursed into doing so. A small minor detail that no one has to know. ] So listen up new Barons--because I know there's more than one of you--but inside of your stupid spires is a device I created. If you want to know how to use it to communicate privately with other spires, you can ask your fellow Barons or you can throw a nice gift my way for a brief lesson.

Just... no more liquor. [ Throwing the piece of paper over her shoulder, she turns the locket around to show crates of varying quality. Mostly good as he did have expensive tastes. ]

I work at a coffee shop, not a bar. What am I supposed to do with this again? [ Drink it all? There's no way that's happening. ]

I could share it with whoever could do me a favor. I have a lot of things that need doing should you alcoholics need a fix while sober.

tacticalturtleneck

Alright, let's get a couple facts straight.

1st -> Fuck the Seelie. Yeah, which one of you asses are going to argue with me about that? It'll be a quick trip to the dungeons for you, King Louis XVI. That's spelled L-o-u-i-s but pronounced in a dumb frog way. Don't get me started.

2nd -> Get your ass over to Archer Point Military Academy. Seriously, learn how to be a good soldier. Girls love soldiers which means you can get some serious bed action as long as you follow what I say.

3rd -> Don't disrespect Darth Wark. He's my chocobro and I will let him remove you from existence if you do. Bros before does, right? [Yes, there is a loud WARK off the screen.] Are girl chocobos called does by the way? I don't even know. Quick, someone find me a bird expert!

4th -> All hot women drink for free here. Considering there is an extreme lack of unhot women using these things, I'm pretty sure that means all of you. Using my bed while I'm in it is also free, hint hint. Psst, that means I'd bang you.

What else am I missing? Fill me in.

starspangled

Looks like we're getting the new arrivals again. My name's Steve Rogers, sorry I missed the feast. I should probably start by telling you that it doesn't matter which court drafted you into this war, and that it's not some shard inside of you that makes you important. But I think a lot of us already know that.

Another thing that I've learned is that you can get so focused on this world, you start to lose touch with the little things that you love about your own.

[The subject that he's about to bring up is also full of jubilation and heartbreak, love and victory and loss. And in some cases, betrayal.

He's looking at you, Dodgers.]

For me it's baseball. Does anyone else play? Because I couldn't help but notice that there's plenty of field around here. Maybe in the spring we could find a couple of bats, or even just toss a ball around for a little R and R.

See, the thing I love about baseball is that both sides get a fair shot. Everyone on the team wears the same uniform, from the manager to the rookie, and it's not over until the last out. It's for everyone, doesn't matter if you're a little bit smaller than the other players. If you can swing a bat or throw a ball, you might just make the hall of fame. It's about hope.

Plus it's a heck of a lot more fun than fighting.

[He gives a slightly sheepish smile when he's done, because Captain America waxing poetic about America's pastime, where's his handful of apple pie.]

So I guess all I really wanted to say is don't forget where you came from. You can even share what you miss about it, if you want. I'm not really much of a hunter, so I've got the time.

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Ellie exhales and stands. It was a dream. It was a fucking dream. This place was just fucking with her. She wasn't back home. She was still in wonderful, magical, fucking fairy land. She spits. The taste of blood is strong in her mouth from where she bit her tongue after being knocked to the ground. In her right hand, is still her pistol. Slowly, cautiously, she pulls the trigger. The barrel clicks empty.

She kneels and grabs the locket that had fallen out of her pocket in the struggle. She was painfully aware of the fact that it was on. She looks straight into the camera, as if daring anyone to ask what that all was, and asks-

"So. Forget magic and fairy shit for a second. Where can I get some more bullets?"

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The locket shows the face of a young teen, her face and hair are dirty and she's staring at the locket intently. Like she doesn't exactly trust it. When it clicks on her eyes widen and a grin comes across her face.]

Oh shit. It's real. Real magic locket. Alright, imps, starting to believe that you weren't totally fucking with me. You got me on that one. Not that I believe all of that shard stuff. You woulda thought people would notice something like that. [The locket spins on it's chain once before she grabs it again and observes everyone seriously.]

Alright so. Most important things first. Where's a girl gotta go to get cool magic stuff? The locket's not bad, but I'm talking the good shit. Like flying powder and wands and fire powers and breathing underwater. If they dragged us here, they better not hold out on us. I already asked the imps to give me a dinosaur to ride but they said I had to wait for "boons" or whatever the hell that is. I mean how can you drag me here and then make me wait? It never works that way in any book I've read and I've read every book about magic left in Boston. [An annoyed huff! It's barely an exaggeration. She really did read every book about magic left in the boarding school.] Those imps were dicks or else this is a major secret character test.

[Then her face drops into a more neutral expression, Like there's a lot bubbling beneath the surface but she's trying to cover it up as best she can.]

Okay, next important stuff. I'm looking for a guy named Joel. He's big, gruff, wears flannel, comes from the great land of Texas. [She even imitates a Texas accent for emphasis! It's terrible tbh.] He's probably kinda grumpy and stomping around right now.

[She's so clearly worried that the forced neutral expression isn't doing much for her. But still, trying to keep it together. It's hard with the conflicting feelings of "holy shit magic" and "oh my god where the fuck is Joel."]

...Joel, if you hear this, say something over the lockets. I know it's weird as hell but just. Do it.

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