eachdraidh

[ The first thing seen is a face peering down into the locket. It's not so much a curious one, as it is annoyed, considering Jake's intolerance for new technology and having to figure it out, and the fact that he's quickly come to miss the old one that he'd retrieved from the facility in China. These lockets, this new tech, this new world... It would take some getting used to, and Jake had to wonder how long that would take him.

Sure, he's pretty good at assimilating to new conditions, considering all the movement he would have to do during his time as a mercenary, and then being on the run from the Ustanak and its crazy controllers, but there's a difference between getting used to a new place in a familiar world, and getting used to a new place and a new world at the same time. Good as he may be at fitting in to these new places, there are limits for everyone, and it seems that Jake has found his in the form of imps, worlds and a war he didn't ask to be a part of. ]

My name's Jake, if any of you have to know that. I'm here to kick some ass and then head back home—

[ Or get his own ass kicked, which he doubts will happen, considering his own confidence. Whichever one happens first. Jake scowls into the camera, unimpressed by his own thoughts. ]

I'm not interested in the semantics of this war, or who killed who and why retribution is necessary or whatever. So long as I get to fight, get paid and get out of here, then that's all that matters to me. The rest of it, everything else — I really don't give a shit.

[ Let it not be said that he's not to the point. It's not as though he's going to hold his thoughts back or act delicately in the fear of insulting some new people. It's all about being as brusque as usual, keeping his head mid-level and fighting his way out of here, if that's what it takes to go back to his semi-normal life. It shouldn't be too hard, he considers. Most of his life has been spent fighting, so what's a few more how ever longs going to do to interfere with the usual run? (A lot, but he tries not to think about that. It'll just cause more anger over this stupid situation he's found himself in.) ]

Just, y'know, don't be a dick, and I'm sure we'll be able to get along just fine.

chromosomes

[ John is in a stranger position than he's usually in when he makes broadcasts. Sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, locket in front of his face, he looks- not relaxed, but at the very least less active than he usually is. On his back rests the head and front paws of his female saber-fanged cave lion, her toes flexing every once in a while as if she's kneading his back.

There's a loud sigh. ]

God damn, but this place makes me feel old sometimes. I'm in my thirties and here we all get triple the lifespan -- I'm way too young for this. Don't know how you elves and other long-lived people do it.

[ Granted, with his enhancements, John may very well be long-lived even without the lifespan boost of the Drabwurld... but that's not the point. ]

Of course, this could be part of what happens when you join the military at seventeen and see several lifetimes of war stretch out in front of you. Not that I assume the life expectancy for most shardbearers is that high...

[ And he's being morbid. He grimaces- and then swears again. ]

Buttercup, watch your claws!

walkingarsenal

[Fíli seldom uses the lockets to make announcements for all shardbearers to hear, still reluctant to rely on them without restraint, but there is something that needs mentioning even amidst the mounting tensions. He comes into view, beard closely cropped, and begins with a nod in greeting.]

Cothromach has housed us for some months, but my companions and I will be taking our leave of the city. Our lockets remain open to any who seek us -- that is, my brother Kíli, our cousin Gimli, and Mister Baggins.

[In the background, Kíli gestures wildly, making muffled sounds until his brother turns to look his way. Then his fingers move in a series of quick, precise motions, and Fíli faces the locket again with a small smile resting on his lips.]

Our cousin has friends and acquaintances all over, if we're not mistaken... Should you have a moment, Kíli and I would be grateful for any help in reminding Gimli that today happens to be his birthday.

[From Fili’s opposite side comes Bilbo’s voice, quietly surprised.] His birthday! My goodness that is a cause for celebration - a party may be too much, but I wonder if he would like a birthday cake?

-- And no Kili I do not need your help with the baking! Eru knows you’d only devour half the batter before I could even finish...

seidhe

[ The elf is found amongst the trees, so high as to be consumed by the foliage. He sits with a lap full of arrows to be fletched ( as well as one more important arrow set a part from the rest, feathers weather worn ) and scowl upon his lips. This is the first he as appeared in such a manner, and he does not do so with a smile and warm words. ]

Watching you all scurry around preparing for war is much watching ants; curious for a moment but boring swiftly after. [ Ants so easily crushed, decimated. Mindless drones in service of a queen, ha. ] Glosse, que bloed raenn aig a' cuislean dhe weddin. They will bleed you dry and the fault shall lay with you for letting them.

[ Single eye looks away from the locket, hands busying with his self appointed task. ]

I wonder, once the smoke has cleared which among the swine shall climb on top the pile of corpses and proclaim 'I win.'

[ Such a happy fellow, aint he? Ah, but before ending he picks up the separate arrow and holds it for the locket to record. ]

Your arrow, Elvenking. [ Inside joke, none of you will get it. ]

truesight

( cut for narrative! )

[ either way, after more than a few hours of reading, she finds an empty spot in the library so she can turn on her locket, stacking up a few books so she can leave the locket on top and keep her hands free. she turns on a video feed shortly after, showing a slightly weary but otherwise focused redhead with her hair pulled back in a messy ( seriously messy, untamed mass of curls ) ponytail. ]

Hey. [ she's not exactly whispering, her voice just isn't capable of whispering most of the time, it's a sad fact of being a big-mouth, but she's trying. ] So, alright. I know the timing is bad because of what's going on with the vampires and the elves, but I need some help finding information, if you guys are up for it. [ "you guys" meaning everyone that has access to this broadcast, yep. but she'll act like she's talking to everyone personally, one-on-one. it's easier that way. ]

I'd like to learn more about the Aellyn elven clan. I- [ she's not sure if she should be talking about this publicly, but it makes more sense than trying to navigate around it. honesty is the best policy, and all that. she'll just.. avoid stating it outright, as much as she can ] I've been asked to help them with something, something really important - to me, at least - but the things I've read about them don't exactly paint a clear picture for why I should do it. So, I guess I'm just asking for advice on this.

Judging by what I read, I'm not sure I understand why they'd ask me, a member of the Seelie court, for help. I know there's a lot going on with the different elven clans right now, but have they outwardly chosen a side in our war, too? [ she huffs ] I must sound so ignorant, I'm sorry. Um. [ moving on! ] The things I can do would explain why they'd like my help, and I know the Oracle herself didn't align herself with either side, but it still seems a little sticky, y'know? [ "sticky" is the best she can come up with after being in a quiet library for wayway too long ] And I'm thinking this is an even longer longshot, but - I've read a little bit about the first Seven Star Oracle, how her power manifests and that sort of thing, but I have a few questions about the most recent one, if anyone might be able to help with that. I'd like to know about every Seer that's held the position, but the most recent might be a good place to start.

Uhh- [ she's shifting books around on the table now, flicking through pages ] Prophecies! There have to be prophecies here, right? Great Prophecies, I'm talking about fate of the world stuff here. Did anyone actually hear the last prophecy of the Seven Star Oracle before she was killed? [ she actually winces after she asks, realizing she's probably getting too caught up in this, too fast. ] Gods, this is so- [ she huffs ] I just- I can't go there, to the Spire, and ask the people there for answers when they're going to be in mourning. As they should be, but-

[ ohhhh she's babbling, and she knows it. she shuts her eyes and shakes her head, squares her shoulders ]

I'm just looking for any information you guys are willing to give me. About the elves I might be traveling with, the history of the Oracle, any prophecies she's given that haven't come to pass yet. Anything that might help.

Thanks.

bethmoras

[ The feed flickers on, displaying an elf seated in one of the more comfortable seats that the library of Caer Glaem has to offer. Nuada is garbed in his customary black, pale hair hanging loosely over his shoulders, and stares straight at the locket. ]

Good day, gentlefolk. I seek the fell beast known as Greenleaf. If you are near the environs of Caer Glaem, my lord, I can be found in the library. I would like to meet you.

[ And now that the invitation (or challenge, depending on point of view) is out of the way: ]

I also seek stories, or information, from those who may share their worlds with my kind. My name is Nuada Silverlance, son of King Balor, of the Clan Bethmoora. Some of my people - our gods - fled from home many years ago, and I have long searched for their location.

Therefore, if anyone would like to share their legends, I would be a most appreciative audience.

[ The feed shuts off a moment later. ]

smithwork

Hi, everyone! Hiccup here, Unseelie Court if that ... matters to you. I was wondering if anybody else felt like getting to know each other. I'm That Guy With The Night Fury, also known as Why Are You Riding A Dragon and Is That Thing Going To Eat Me.

I'll start us off.

I've been talking to Jon about marriages and weddings, stuff like that. You can all settle down, me and Snow aren't getting hitched any time soon — I know you'll all be deeply disappointed to hear that — I'm just wondering how people do things in other lands.

When you're a Viking, you only ever get married if the other person proves their worth to you and it's unheard of for anyone to be pressured into it. You could be a guy or a girl, it doesn't matter. Women and men decide for themselves that that's it, they want to marry, do it, and then sometimes one of them might decide to divorce the other. Is that such a weird concept to a lot of people here? And, uh, on the subject of ... bastards — sorry about the language if that's also a thing for you, as well as the actual meaning — why is it that if one half of a married couple has another child with someone who isn't their spouse, everybody thinks said child is worth less? That seems insane.

[ Hiccup certainly looks confused, and a bit offended on behalf of said illegitimate children. ]

There are lots of cultures clashing in the Drabwurld and I'm finding out new things every day but this is fascinating to me, maybe because it's crazy and I've never explored anywhere far enough away to encounter such a weird way of thinking. Where I come from, no one gets to offer you a serious insult unless you yourself have done something to deserve it. You should be as brave as Thor himself and stand up for what you want, no matter what anyone else thinks.

Then there's this whole weird attitude about other people bothering to voice their opinions about who you sleep with, as if a guy choosing to bunk with another guy is a huge deal, or girls doing the same. Where does that entitled nosiness even come from? [ Hiccup snorts. ] Surely if you're not there getting down with them, it's not your place to even have an opinion on their bedroom shenanigans. My dad's friend Gobber would put his metal club-hand through the face of anyone who decided to get vocal about his private life.

Jon said that Berkians sound like the Free Folk where he comes from, because we do whatever we want and we keep our honour through our own actions, not the reputations other spin for us.

[ Sitting back against a snoozing Toothless, Hiccup toys with the strings on the neck of his green tunic, armour set aside. ]

Does anyone want to chat about their own lands, their people? I'm ... the only Viking in either court, I think, at least currently. A few of my gods are here — Sif, Loki, and I think Thor might be or was, and I'm still kind of thrilled that Elves and Dwarves and Trolls are real in the Drabwurld. The latter less so, maybe. If you want to ask me anything about my home or our customs, go right ahead! I'm probably going to be bugging people if they respond to this, so fair's fair. Sorry if I already managed to offend you somehow, I guess that's the sort of thing that happens regularly when lots of different people are stuffed into the same place.

I suppose I'm just homesick for that craggy, freezing, rain-soaked rock I call home. [ (Hiccup was always able to sit down and talk to Stoick at night about his day, or he was until this whole Chieftain Handover thing began to crop up.) He pauses as he remembers to ask one more thing before he closes the locket. ] Also, uh. Do you ever think about — about settling down here permanently? In the Drabwurld. With someone ... new? If we get three times our normal lifespan, it's worth it. Isn't it? Building a new life.

Anyway, thanks for listening. I know I go on. Feel free to talk to anyone else in this broadcast if they pique your interest, I don't mind.

[ Threadjack away, bruhs. ]

firith

( (cut for length) your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you )

orcsurfing

[ A video, again, from the resident chatterbox, though this time he will attempt to be more... ah, concise in his words. It's a delicate matter, after all, and he needs to be careful.

There's little reason to smile, all things considered, and so he doesn't, though his expression remains gentle and with visible concern to every line of it. ]

There are two that I seek. Two elves that do not bear shards, but that have been in my service nevertheless.

[ They are one and the same, but with appearances different and names also different. And so he skirts around the subject of Celegorm, though there are some that will know no matter how he poses his questions, how he gives the descriptions. ]

One of the name Andrion, with hair black as the night and sun-kissed skin, his face fair, his features soft, his attitude earnest and merry though wary of strangers all the same. Naruthir, a pup barely grown into adulthood now, was his constant companion.

The other is of hair fair, cut short at the nape, sharp featured and imposingly tall and broad in the way of a fine warrior. What name he would give a stranger, I cannot tell you, but he is a hunter through and through, a wolf trapped in the body of an elf.

[ His pulse quickens, though it does not show outwardly, and Legolas gives a small smile, the perfect cover for some nerves. ]

I would welcome any information on their whereabouts- [ A pause, weighed with little hope- ] or on their fates; and of course I could reward for it, should you desire so.

[ Done with his request, he snaps the locket shut before his features twist in pain, from the way the scar on his chest flares up with a dull ache of memory. ]

judicatus

[ When Gabranth takes a moment's rest from the hunt to address his locket, it's without his helm in sight...or much of his plate at all, really. There's little need for the clank of his armor to make this task any more difficult, after all.

No, he's opted for lighter gear this time, though not so light as to afford little protection against the cold. He's leaning back against a tree, cloak pulled tight about his shoulders, while a large chocobo — dark black in hue, down to its very beak — fluffs its feathers and preens itself behind him. ]

Two months have passed since first I found myself in this Drabwurld, and yet still it presents me with unexpected turns... Long have I known war, and long have I taken part in it. Yet not once have I ever known of any faction that would bid its warriors to take as their greatest priority a ritual so arcane as this.

[ He pauses for just a moment, mulling it over. The chocobo behind him seems to have taken notice, and is now watching the locket with keen interest. ]

But I do suppose what would be seen as exceptionally unusual in Ivalice could hardly be considered so in a world such as this. Not where gods and creatures of legend are demonstrably known to be far more than that — mere legend...

[ If he intends to continue on that line of thought, he doesn't get a chance, as the chocobo shoves its head past his shoulder in an attempt to snap and bite at the locket. ]

Stop that. [ He clucks his tongue, holds the locket out of reach with one hand, and shoves the bird's head away with the other, to which it responds with an agitated wark but makes no effort to resist.

Gabranth gives the locket one last, brief address before he snaps it shut: ] My apologies; I'd best be on my way, before this one grows even more restless.

( ooc: if anyone wants to action it up with him in the woods, please feel free! )

noirant

Gracious, one might almost believe that we were playing hide-and-seek.

[ Felix drawls. The words are carefully picked with a leisured scorn, but they don’t do much to hide his growing flush ... or the twigs and leaves tangled in his hair. A fat green caterpillar inches its way across a shoulder, and something chitters from out view.

The heavy trees of La Llorona droop dark over the little path behind him, their branches like so many grasping fingers. He can't be very far into the forest, but the way is overgrown, and the trail plainly disused.

As far as Felix is concerned, it’s still the ninth month, and he’s still traveling to the Station with a troll and a god in tow. ]

As my erstwhile traveling companions appear to have taken the maps, supplies, and horses along upon their game, I find myself tasked with troubling assistance from any amongst you with more familiar with —

[ A yelp, and the locket drops. A few moments later, a visibly more harried-looking Felix scowls back into view, his eyes shot wide. An enormous, hairy leg twitches feebly from the edge of the frame, trailing a hazy line of green smoke. ]

— The forest, and its bug problems.

-

[[ OTA for action, as well! ]]

brainiest

So much has happened in the last few days and I've been a little busy. Is there anything I can do for anyone? I can travel fast, heal, brew potions for sleeping and nursing. Please, let me know. I want to do what I can to make sure we're all safe an taken care of.

My name is Hermione Granger, for those that don't know. I don't care where you are. Please let me help.

( PRIVATE TO HERMIONE'S CLOSE CR )

I'm awake. I'm tired and I feel like something is tugging on my heart no matter what I'm doing but I'm awake and the thing is done. What have I missed? Let me know.

firith

( (cut for length) hold onto this lullaby, little boy, even when the music is dead and gone )

orcsurfing

( private to Thranduil; )

( private to Celegorm; )

public;
[ It is the lush room appointed to a prince that's visible behind him and Legolas looks far more bright, lighter and more at ease than he had the last time he addressed his fellow shardholders. His hair is unbound and so very long now, longer than it has ever been in all his life in truth. And this is already after he had cut off a fair amount. The mass of it spills down his shoulders, smooth and akin to threads of pale gold more so than hair. It gleams in the pale autumn light that filters into the room through the window. His face too, fair as is the way of the elves, delicate almost, is alight from the small smile that has always been the most default expression to him.

Legolas looks a carbon copy of his father, indeed, but far more delicate and gentle in appearance and manner. ]

There is much that I have missed, though I have awoken to joyful news that the moon has been returned and so all is right in the world once more. The scent of autumn is so strong on the air already and a mere glance beyond the windows of my room tells me it is for a good reason. [ He glances briefly outside that window then, a sense of longing to be travelling again, to be among the trees, slipping through. ] The green is nearly all gone, replaced by garb more fitting to the season where all land readies to take its rest.

Barely have I returned to Caer Glaem and yet this sight makes me wish to set out once more... To sit in the strongholds of rock and stone, it is dull and my nature is to wander and glimpse all that the world, this or any other, has to offer.

[ And he does not feel particularly at ease here, not anymore. Yet that's something he keeps closely guarded, but from a few. ]

Yet it is not all that I wished to speak to you, fellow shardbearers. I have thought a while on this, and my forced rest has delayed me further, but I must ask! A riddle? A question? Has any the answer as to how to harness the power that simmers just beneath the surface of the shards we carry?

I thank you for your time taken to listen.

[ He bows his head slightly in a gesture of thanks, but then a realisation dawns on him, causing him to jerk his head up once more- ]

Ah, but there is one more matter I have offered to look into for a couple of dear friends of mine. The dryads of Greenwood the Great they have all but vanished... a reason for a great concern of their sisters who have chosen to travel with me.

( ooc; alternatively an open log! )

rangerandking

There is a magic here that I have never encountered in all of my journeys across Middle Earth. I do not know what to call it or even where it originates. {His anger over having been taken from the final battle at the Black Gate has diminished. In its place, Aragorn looks solemn and paler than usual.} I can only ask that it returns me from whence I came. It is of the utmost importance that I do not -

{For the first time, his voice cracks and he falls silent.}

There is a battle. It will decide the fate of my world. If I do not fight within it; if I do not lend my strength to my men, more of them will perish. {Perhaps they will lose heart. Perhaps all of them will die in the face of their greatest fear. All of the possibilities are incredibly grim.} I must return.

My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and I am the rightful heir to the throne of Gondor. My place is with my people and my friends.

{No feast can distract him; food is naught but a texture against his tongue. Now isn't the time for joy and festivities. Rather, his entire attention is fixed upon that which he can't see anymore.

The Black Gate.

How far has he been transported? And by what sorcery? He holds onto his sword - the reforged Narsil - tightly, ready and waiting to draw it free from its sheathe.}

gloinul

[Not a video, just audio. It’s clear, however, that the person on the other end is inspecting the locket]

--hmph, thought as much. "Say a phrase and the magic will work", hm? Ridiculous. Who ever heard of speaking over distances with a locket.. Not even Legolas with all his fanciful Elven stories would have come up with something so foolish.

[More tapping and poking can be heard]

There’s nothing special about this at all. No gems, not even made of precious metals...and those creatures expect me to believe their stories? [A snort] I’d sooner believe there’s a man in Rohan afraid of horses! [He pauses, and then scoffs] Bah, listen to me, talking to myself. Legolas must be rubbing off on me more than I thought!

[Click goes the locket.]

kilimanjaro

Get it off, get it off!

[Somewhere in the background, Kili is howling and yelping in pain. There’s a flash of movement as a large black wolf darts in a zig zag pattern. A wolf that is currently aflame.]

Oh no, no- Kili- Kili! Stop, just-

[Bilbo is currently holding out his coat as he tries to use it to pat the flames out on Kili’s fur before he really roasts himself. He’s doing his best not to panic but it becomes a challenge when he can’t get anywhere close enough to the large animal to help.] Try rolling in the dirt! Running around won’t make it any better-!

[Immediately the wolf drops to the ground, squirming about into the dirt and still yowling. The flames aren’t quite so bad as he’s making them out to be, of course, but fur is flammable and he’s less than happy.]

If you hadn’t set me on fire we wouldn’t be having this problem! Some friend you are!

[Suddenly a blanket comes flying past and towards Kili. There's a dwarf attached to it – Fili – here to rush to his brother's aid. This he attempts by throwing himself on top of the writhing wolf, hoping to smother the flames. Kili yelps in surprise.]

[What had started as just a simple message for the network from Bilbo has now turned into a less than gigantic disaster. The poor Hobbit can only sigh weakly, dragging a hand over his face as he closes the locket after forgetting to do so earlier in the chaos.]

Fili, be care- [Click]

((ooc: blue is Kili, green is Bilbo. Tags can come from the dwarf brothers and/or Bilbo as well))

chromosomes

[ Having left Redgate on horseback with a promise to return when he can, John hadn't really had a plan. The war has become a hard thing to swallow, having seen the devastation the dragon had more or less accidentally done to the village. He'd given the funds Kaldur had sent to Alyosha, presented in front of all as a donation to help with restorations, and he hopes it helps. More than that, he hopes that being away from there makes it a bit safer.

If nothing else, the birds seem to have followed him, chirping and squawking all the way along the road to Daonna's fairy ring. His horse hadn't been particularly pleased about it, and it isn't too pleased now, either, in the camp John's made for the night. He's in the wilderness, close to the edge of Loch Noa, and it's sunset -- John isn't particularly sure whether or not he wants to see if the stories about a ghost girl and her dog are true, but he had to stop somewhere.

There are long strands of fur left on his shirt and he plucks them off. They appear white, but are actually transparent -- polar bear fur. A hint of blue can, likewise, be seen behind him. He's been collecting feathers, and using them. ]

Anyone else looking for the feather thief? If you're in the area, my camp's open.

locked to the krew + legolas + clara + arya;
You all doing okay?

masterofmystery

[For a moment, the video of the locket filters on. It's the briefest of glimpses, but a glimpse nonetheless. The face on the other side is a bit dirty and angry, it's very obvious it wasn't a planned glimpses. Most notably, perhaps, is that the castle of Caer Glaem has been abandoned. Instead the video captures a forest, a part of one, at least.

But the video wasn't intentional and just as quickly as it shows up its gone. For a while there's nothing. Ron Weasley doesn't know what to say or even if he should say anything at all. He knew making anything public was a dumb idea, made worse if it got in the wrong hands. But did that really matter in the end? He was angry--it was an anger he's only felt twice before... Under similarly dire situations, at that. He had to be smart, though.

He waffles through words and thoughts. He almost doesn't want to say anything at all. Would Hermione even be happy he got other people in on this? Probably not. But there were people here that mattered to her and he had to find them. Even if he kind of... ran off on his own with compass and deluminator in hand, he couldn't have sat still then. But talking and dragging them along wasn't the same thing at all.

That's why the actual response takes much longer to come out then expected. And shorter then all that time spent considering it might suggest it should have been.]

[SEELIE LOCKED TEXT] answer this if a compass means anything to you. [/END SEELIE LOCKED TEXT]

[It ends abruptly more after that and there's another long, hefty pause. He doesn't want to ask for help. There isn't time to ask for help. That's why every time there's a pause now he's apparated somewhere else. ]

[SEELIE LOCKED TEXT] there's a girl you can't miss her she'll yell at you for no good reason and rattles off about anything she can get her hands on. if you know anything about her you should answer too. this is the only time i'm gonna talk on here for a while. i don't have time to bugger with this any more. [/END SEELIE LOCKED TEXT]

[There, better. Still vague enough while also addressing the issue he needed to get to. He knew she'd get mad if he didn't try to contact someone else. He needed to get to Harry, too. But fussing with figuring out how to send private locket messages right now wasn't worth it. He'd have to figure it out later. The longer he sat around chatting the quicker something could happen.

...So he finally ends it here:]

[OPEN TEXT] never use flying broomsticks for travel for more then a couple hours

[Now that he tried for a forced bit of humor, he has one last thing to say to the general public. Does he honestly care what anyone says? No. He had enough of this a few weeks ago. He wasn't about to start again. He was done, he was tired. And no one was going to hurt the people he cared about again.]

touch her and i will kill you [/OPEN TEXT]

vrykolakas

[If anything, the Brucolac's voice sounds worse than ever, painfully scratchy and distinctly weary. The reception isn't perfect; he's sitting in the garden of the fortress at Redgate, where the lockets work, but the blood granite is still causing some interference.]

What languages do you speak? And what language would you say I'm speaking right now?

Entries tagged with legolas: tolkien

1st shot ( video ) open to both courts

video | open to both courts

video | backdated to the 23rd

video ─ both courts.

video ][ unlocked ][ forwarddated to the night of the 16th

Video - Both Courts

( ✈ SEVENTH FLIGHT; video — both courts )

❧ VIDEO; 06 (BOTH COURTS)

( seelie + unseelie ) video. it's not giving up, it's letting go.

video; open to both courts.

Video || Both Courts;

( text - open to both )

❧ VIDEO; 05 (both courts)

( seelie + unseelie ) video. airy fairy nonsense.

{Video/After the Feast: Open to Seelie & Unseelie}

Axe 01 - Audio - Open to Both Courts - Forward-dated to October 2nd

video

video | seelie locked + some personal locks

second move :: text :: closed/open portions, slightly back-dated

ii. audio. after dark. both courts.

Links