eachdraidh

[Recently, people within Caer Scima may have heard the sounds of a piano being played often from within someone's personal room. Whoever has been playing seems very talented. Yes, that was worth noting.

The locket shows a very pale Elliot making his way down a corridor. He doesn't look like he's doing well, but regardless, he's in the process of walking.]

Does anyone know how busy the doctors still are after that attack? I think I need...

[Just then, his eyes close and the image moves quickly for a while, but from the sounds it's safe to assume Elliot collapsed and the locket clattered to the ground. Luckily enough, its final resting spot shows him cringing against the floor.

While he's still trying to collect himself only a few seconds later, another sound is heard. It's a loud rumbling, and it sounds a lot like a stomach growling.]

W-Wait, how long was I...?

[His face manages to turn an interesting shade of crimson despite still being pale.]

DAMMIT!

[He reaches out and quickly closes the locket.

He will be sitting in the corridor for a while longer should anyone in Caer Scima happen upon him.]

scanningutterly

[Orlando had turned on the video first, finding the idea more natural, even if he's using his real (real?) body instead of speaking through a sim. But the idea of talking about this face-to-face, face-to-face with strangers, made him freeze up. Death is a pretty personal thing, especially your own. So he switched to voice, trying to give himself a layer of distance. Personal as it may be, he'd still like some answers on this.]

So... [There's a pause as he takes in a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh. So much for a strong start.]

How many of you are dead? I mean, died in your world, but...came back here?

It can't just be me, right? [He tries to make that last part sound like a joke. It doesn't really work.]

nobleminded

( Late memory because I have great timed vacations. CW: fire, decapitation, and death of relatives )

fell_to_hell

[Nico opens up a video on the Locket for the first time since the memory-sharing incident. He still looks like he’s going to be sick, and is still tired from his summoning the dead stint during the battle a few days ago. At least he’s more alert and not fighting to keep his lunch down today.]

I wanted to share at least one story from my world, gods know there are plenty to tell, and I had some…encouragement.

[He looks off to the side to give an annoyed look at a certain someone who happens to be in the room with him. That someone happens to be Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and moral support extraordinaire.]

Also...when I’m done, I suppose I’ll answer any questions people have regarding my powers. I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer all of them, but I can try.

[Within reason. He’s not about to give away his weaknesses to potential enemies.]

( Story Time!!! )

dappergent

[ Oscar had been out of touch for a good few weeks thanks to traveling and doing a little bit of one on one reconnaissance in a nearby village. It was just a few farms, an inn, a tavern or two and of course a few tradesmen. Towns liked to spring up near a castle after all and Oscar was getting a lay of the land!

... and also sampling a few wine bottles but that just helped get the tongues wagging, you know. But then he woke up one day and rolled over and remembered he had a locket and it wasn't some fair lady's locket but rather his. After a brief moment of scrolling, he suddenly bolted out of bed and rushed out of the inn, calling for his companions to follow him with jacket in tow and his shirt sleeves half buttoned!

Struggling, he turned on his locket and attempted to make a call to his friends and failed completely, broadcasting it to all and sundry. ]

What news of this army have we heard? Is it a large group? How many days before they reach the castle? Gilbert, Elliot, Alice! Please tell me you're safe!

[ And, you know, not mixed up in this mess because odds are, they're all right smack in the middle of the whole dang thing. Curse your noble hearts! ]

((ooc: Due to hiatus, Oscar's been doing some snooping into how the general populace feels about caer glaem and the war (general) for the last two weeks and so he hasn't been checking his locket too often because he's been busy. Feel free to action it up at the village if you like or while he's enroute back to the castle! I figure he's probably at least a few days ride out from it. ))

prinsects

If I might ask, has anyone ever tried requesting the return of a lost loved one as a boon of our fairy hosts?

I do fail to see any reason why they cannot do their precious guests the favor of so much as trying.

[It sounds neatly closed for a few moments. And then Alexia goes back in, as a lazy afterthought.]

While thinking over what I might like from home, if ever I had the occasion to request a token, I merely found myself puzzling over the rules our requests are to adhere to.

[She doesn't sound bitter, no - or really upset, not at all; it isn't really fair to be exasperated when one doesn't know the supposed reasoning, after all, and, well, she hasn't tried and thereby gotten an immediately exasperating response. Peering on the edge of scrutinizing the fact, on the other hand...]

ofmisfortune

[ The feed begins with a young man's blissfully slumbering face - his long and mussed blond locks settling as though he's just tossed over, or perhaps even fallen there, in what appears to be a soft bed of grass and barky roots.

It's but a moment before he shifts with an airy sigh, locket slipping from his loose hand to the earth below. It allows a glimpse of-- something above. A coiled tail that bobs as it drifts up and down in place, and is ended with the cutest little pink bow. Its pale blue blue body appears plush, with visible stitching along its seams, and even across the close lids of its eyes. A soft whirring of a clockwork motor sounds as the silver key in its back rotates, and... did you just hear a giggle, as well? No. No, that's simply your imagination.

To those that know them, it's none other than Vincent and his Chain, the Dormouse. To those that don't recognize either of these sights, perhaps they'll be able to identify the towering exterior of the Caer Glaem castle instead.

Vincent hardly belongs here, but after seeking out the Kow in a fit of frustration - (all that damned mooing would get to anyone who had their sleep disrupted for the third night in a row) - he'd had the superb fortune of simultaneously being teleported to the enemy's doorstep and thrown into unconsciousness by his trickster of a chain, while preparing to use his locket.

He'd intended to seek some advice on how to be rid of the ghostly beast, in case his gun failed him, but now... well. Maybe you would be so kind as to assist this poor fool, somehow. ]

nobleminded

[A very annoyed teenager is somewhere in Caer Scima. Over his right shoulder rests a sheath for a light blade, possibly a rapier. The handle isn't within view, but from the way it sits the sword is likely in there.]

These little Ainsel creeps or whatever they call themselves have been running amok for days! I don't think the leaders here have made much effort, if any, to do something about them, though! Is it this bad on both sides?! For claiming we're their guests or soldiers, they're certainly not treating us very well! I-

[Just then, a small pair of glowing red hands pop up from behind his shoulder and latch on to the sheath. Elliot nearly loses his balance before turning his head enraged.]

DON'T TOUCH THAT YOU LITTLE-!

[The locket goes dark, but from the way it was moving at the end it can be assumed that he ended the feed and let go of it to fight off the latest infected imp.]

dragmire

[Unseelie - Written]

With regards to my fellow members of the court, I will be taking my leave of your presence and riding out from Caer Scima to patrol the borders of the Unseelie lands and to explore the country that lies beyond these walls. With me will ride Celegorm and his command of soldiers. Whether you are warriors or not, I would invite you to join us. You will have safe passage among our number.

For those who do not yet know me, I am Ganondorf of the Gerudo, King of Hyrule. I have spent my life in the mastery of sorcery, swordplay, equitation, and survival. Those who wish to learn from me are welcome to do so. Others who wish to find favor with the High Queen will find it among our number. Those who wish to repay those who raided our castle will find satisfaction.

You Companion In Arms,
Ganondorf Dragmire

[Open - Voice]

[When he speaks now to both Seelie and Unseelie, his tone is calm and measured, almost friendly. He now practices the sweet tongue he mastered when he showed friendship to the King of Hyrule. He is as polite as he is generous, but his words are punctuated with a finality that does not invite objection. There is nothing cruel about his words, but there is no kindness in them either. He is delivering the truth, as he sees it, and damned be anyone who objects to it.]

Recently, one among the Seelie was caught within Unseelie territory without explanation for his intrusion. There may be more yet trespass outside their lands. If you submit yourself to me, you will be safely escorted to your own lands. On that you have my word. But should my soldiers come across you, I cannot make promises for your continued survival. My name is Ganondorf and I advise you that you act wisely in this matter. We are at war, but that does not mean we cannot act civil in these matters.

[Afterwards, he can be found in the stables of Caer Scima, where he is resaddling his large black stallion. Those who wish to speak to him in person may go there.]

thebreakingwave

[The video feed shows a young man, with messy dark hair and bright eyes standing outside in a garden. Behind him there are weeping willows, a collection of thorny bushes and some fine, purple flowers. It's fairly obvious just which courtyard he's standing in.]

Hullo, I'm Harry. I'm an Auror, from Britain. If your world doesn't have those, it's a sort of wizard that's a cross between an officer of the peace and a soldier.

[There's a tilt to his chin that suggests he is fully aware how young he is and has a voice choice words for anyone that would like to register a complaint about his chosen profession.]

I was thinking that I'd like to get to know everyone a little better and that I'm sure each of us has some unique or interesting thing they can do or teach. Either a language, a craft, or even just a bar trick you can use to get a free pint.

[locked to UNSEELIE]
And for anyone here at Caer Scima, if you're just learning magic or if you'd like someone to spar with that focuses on magical attack and defense, I'd be happy to help.

shadow_spread

What exactly do we know about this war?

And is there any way to verify that information?

Entries tagged with elliot nightray: pandora hearts

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