eachdraidh

[ Being a mother... isn't as easy as it sounds, Rin's painfully discovering. While the boy she adopted is a sweet little thing, he is also a boy and Rin is lacking in experience when it comes to boys that age. In Japan they were proper and didn't mingle much with girls so there's minimal experience from her childhood to go by. Growing up, there was a baby sister for a few years, but she doesn't like to think about those times either so it's no good. She's been a mother for a week and she's already crawling to her locket after asking around. Turns out most of her close companions either suck at parenting (thanks Saber for everything Mordred) or just planned to never have children at all (because that's helpful, Waver), leaving her in the dark. If only there were self help books available, but of course there's not.

Plus this gives her a reason to actually pester people. See what's been going on now that Caer Scima is rubble and everyone is scattered throughout the world. Let people know she's alive. Give them a chance to speak with her before she shut her locket for good. So here's one Rin, dressed tomboyish for her poking around for all to see. ]

Boys are really a handful, aren't they? No--before you ask--I'm not having relationship problems. I mean little boys. I'm not sulking, but it's really kind of hard to think of activities for someone his age-! [ She's brooding pretty fiercely by now. ] When I was seven years old, all I ever wanted to do was study, so why won't he?

[ Just in case anyone in Allaidh Darach needed further proof that Rin Tohsaka was a nerd. ]

I don't even know what to feed him since Emiya left. [ Yes, that's a public jab at his departure today. She's still a bit sour over it. ] He's a stupid boy, so he knows what boys need! What if I don't have enough of the right vegetables and his growth is stunted as a result. That can happen, can't it?!

[ There's a sound in the background that causes her to nearly drop her locket, the magus fumbling with it for a few seconds before it lands solidly in her palm. ]

Crap, crap, crap! What if he heard-?! Oh no, he's going to think he's an inconvenience and—[ Snapping the locket shut. It'll be a couple minutes to confirm it's clear before she replies to anyone. ]

graciousness

[ gwen is wearing her simply cottons, a dress in pale purple and a golden apron and she seems quite busy in her washing, hands dipped in water and soap. behind her, a pile of blankets and capes is forming. have a small smile which can easily be traced behind her messy curls and freckles. ]

To all those who hear this, I hope you are well and warm. These must be trying times for us all.

[ a deep breath ]

to all those who came here to the Cothromach, if you find yourself in need of anything, please call for me. My name is Guinevere and I shall be happy to provide you with whatever you may need. If you are cold, there are blankets and capes. I sew and while I was never trained by a seamstress, I trust these shall do.

[ she bites her lip a bit ]

I am not a sorceress or a fae, I am but a simple servant girl. But if I can send birds with blankets and capes to those in need, please tell me. I -

[ a little sigh. ]

I want to help. I truly do.

[ she'll rise to curtsy ]

thank you.

bethany_hawke

[The video feed shows Bethany in, what some might recognize, as Cothromach, though there are still effects of the previous attack and it's damn cold for anyone to be out and about.

However, it appears she's not alone. There's a small group organized to provide hot soup to people who are in need of something warm, as well as any blankets they managed to gather up for those who are lacking.]

I hope everyone is managing to keep warm. My name is Bethany Hawke, if we haven't met. I've been helping however I can here in Cothromach. If you're in trouble, please let me know so I or another can find you and help you. It doesn't take long for this weather to have an effect.

[A slight smile.]

Luckily, some of my magic has been returned to me, including a fire spell. It should come in handy if anyone needs to be warmed up quickly. Not to be cast on you, of course, but I think we could all do with a little thawing right about now.

falconkick

Hey, uh. Network. My name's Sam, for those of you I haven't gotten the chance to meet yet.

[ a small smile and a lift of his chin that both say he might genuinely like that chance to meet everyone everywhere at some point. but he's here with something serious today, so he moves right along. ]

I wanted to tell y'all something I like to keep in mind from day to day, but especially on days like the last dozen or so. I'm retired military - Air National Guard pararescue, for any of you that are familiar - but I enlisted a long time ago. Don't ask for a number, a man's gotta keep some secrets.

[ feelin' your age, wilson? his cheeky smile is short lived. ]

When I went to basic, I wasn't exactly itching for a fight, so I wasn't with the other greenies that were disappointed when we started with folding our own bed sheets. My ma raised me right, and the first time I picked up a gun, it was with all due respect to the power they were putting in my hands. I didn't wanna let all that go to my head and forget the responsibility that comes with carrying arms.

[ he purses his lips for a quiet beat, inhales shortly before continuing. ]

Wish I could say the same for the first time I shot a man. My country went to war right after I was accepted into the PJs, and when it was down to me or him, I chose him. Just - [ he makes a small pew gunshot sound, glum; ] - and that was that. I wasn't scared and I didn't feel guilty about it - and that was what stuck with me. I asked my unit, my CO, anyone that would listen. No one could tell me whether or not I was supposed to feel good about killing the "bad guys".

[ another moment's silence - half to find his next words, half out of respect for the dead. he scrubs a hand over his head. ]

Still don't really have an answer, and like I said, it's been a long time. Some days I think I might be close, and other days I ask myself "man, who do you think you're kidding?" Thing of it is - whether or not you think it's for the right reasons, taking someone else's life isn't easy, and it shouldn't be. That kinda thing stains your hands, and then you gotta decide how to live with it. For me, at least, some days are easier than others. And on the days when it's not, I keep looking for an answer.

[ finally, he gives a small, weary smile. the point of this whole thing: trying to get people to talk about it so they don't bottle it in. sam knows where he stands, and it's at the door, trying to open it for others. ]

If you've got any ideas, please, I'd love to hear 'em. Maybe we can trade a few around, see if we can't come up with something new. Either way, today's a good day.

[ dead tired, quiet, but sam still says it with a smile before signing off. ]

thequitecontrary

[Mary is on a horse, riding as though she's in a steeplechase that will cost her her life if she loses. She's not riding sidesaddle, because damn ladylike manners at the moment. She needed to escape Glaem as fast as possible and it's much easier to ride a horse astride. Trying to use the locket while doing so is proving difficult, partially due to the fact that Mary still hasn't quite gotten the hang of it. Whoever's viewing this video will notice her head bobbing up and down, wisps of hair flying about her face and a long braid bobbing at her shoulder.]

Please.. if anyone should hear this.. where might people from Caer Glaem take refuge?

[She's headed south, mostly because that seems as good a direction as any, so long as it's away from the monstrosity that had attacked the castle. She's sure that it was the Devil himself. Her horse barrels through the snow, the night frigid and her body shaking through the thin nightgown she's wearing. The only thought in her mind is to get away.

She wonders briefly if this is how women in the French countryside felt during the war.]

folklorish

[ Judging by the room's feminine decor, Nuada is not in his own suite. Blues and golds and pinks, close to the brilliance of an Irish sunset, line the walls and brighten the area around him. He is settled on the floor, legs stretched out in front, and back pressed against the side of a canopied bed. Pale fingers idly turn a shard over and over, as if the repetitive motion is capable of summoning its bearer back. ]

It is with much regret that I inform those who knew the princess, [ Nuada's voice is quiet, and as bleak as the black outfits he prefers. ] that my sister is no longer ... she is gone. My condolences to any who considered Nuala a friend.

[ He bows his head and switches off the feed. ]

survivra

This wolf is enormous.

[ Katsa can be heard before she's seen, her locket instead in the face of a fully-grown direwolf that's shoving his nose in front of it in her hands. She pushes him out of the way, backs up so that she can be seen in scale with the direwolf: her blue and green eyes are overbright, red-rimmed as though she's been crying, but her voice when she speaks is loud and demanding. ]

What potions or tonics would turn dark hair blue?

rangerandking

The King is optimistic!

{The musical lilt of the voice is caught somewhere between male and female. Further questions concerning the Fae's gender are introduced when they lift the Locket to peer into it playfully. Eyes the color of sparkling emeralds greet anyone watching until the Fae holds the Locket further back.

They are clothed in the finest of gossamer, yet it hangs just so to keep the mystery alive - not that Aragorn minds or is looking.

He is sitting on a rock nearby, sorting herbs - of the healing sort most likely - for his use should he need them in a hurry. There is a small smile on his face, though he doesn't spare the Fae a glance.}

Am I?

There are many Kings.

( Cut for Length. )

aureinsof

[Locked to Seelie]

[As much as Aster doesn't want to do this, it's important in the end. It might help him make connections.]

Hey. With everyone preparing for war, thought I would make an offer. Name a monster you want and I'll tame it for you. I need a favour equal in return. You want something simple, it's simple return. Harder and I need more for it. Make an offer if you're interested.

[Open to Both Courts]

[Aster opens the message up here, because he needs to know more.]

Tell me about the beasts of this land. I need to hear from both courts. What monsters do you know about? The more in-depth, the better.

[He considers saying thanks but he doesn't, just shutting off his locket instead.]

steeledskin

( SEELIE ONLY )

I -- [ hmm. sansa presses her lips together and wonders (briefly) whether it is a foolish request in the face of war. and yet she pursues it for an honourable cause. she wishes to gather certain tales for certain purposes. ] I want to hear stories. Stories of grand adventures undertaken by brave Seelie heroes. I cannot be the only one who's struck by such curiousity. Please -- share what you've learned.

[ and for every legend well-told and well-lauded she will make a point to include it within a very...pointed celebration in treun. perhaps encouraging even the shardless to think upon the bright bold tales of the seelie court will further endear that court to their hearts. it's a little like letting the right song be played at the right moment, falling upon the right ears. she wants to inspire treun -- or else certain parts of it -- to think more kindly on caer glaem. and she needs fellow shardbearers to help her. ] Tell me of the Seelie court's fabled champions and its well-mourned martyrs. What have you heard recounted by the hearth-side? Whispered on the road? Stories even the natives have told for centuries, mayhaps.

( BOTH COURTS )

[ some hours later in the day an 'accidental' feed broadcasts. it consists of the locket falling open and catching sight of a pile of books. sounds of rustling. a cleared throat. and at long last a mild: ] Seven have mercy. What a troublesome thing you are and how -- [ sansa addresses the locket she had flipped open on purpose, pretending to be clumsy. this is a quiet way in which to invite conversation with those she might not otherwise feel brave enough to seek out -- unseelie friends, soon separated from her by a roiling oncoming war. ] -- How stupid of me.

[ a novice ruse! however, she has such an earnest and gentle face it might just be worth believing by most, if not by all. ]

writeswrongs

[Richard Castle is coming to you live from the Seelie armory where he's been assisting in the process of organizing the weapons, shields and armor for the forthcoming battle. Since he honestly doesn't plan on riding out to fight with people he doesn't want to kill in a battle he doesn't want to participate in, he figures this is a way to still be helpful without actually risking life and limb. Castle, of course, has a different definition of "helpful" than most people do. In fact, the first thing one notices on the locket screen is Castle wearing an armored helmet. He lifts the face shield and smiles at his audience.]

Hey. So, I just wanted to draw your attention to the armory. If you haven't visited here lately, they have the latest medieval technology for all your fighting needs, including armor hand-shined by yours truly.

[He turns the locket around in order to show a panoramic view of rows of shiny breastplates and helmets, all stacked neatly and awaiting wearers, then turns the view back on himself.]

So come check it out. I might even fit you myself, if you're that lucky.

[With that, Castle flips down the front of his helmet and flashes a thumbs up to the locket. Then, as an afterthought, he quickly raises the hatch again.]

Oh, while I'm thinking about it... I've heard that it's possible to use guns here. If you have any knowledge about how to acquire one, even if it's, shall we say, an older model, I'd be very interested to hear what you know.

thole

[As Remus appears on the locket, he looks a little frumpy and disheveled, but that's rather par for the course, really. He smiles warmly as he opens his mouth to make his address. An address that, it would seem, is coming from the middle of the Caer Glaem library, in the middle of what seems like a good day's worth of research. Research, as the case may be, on the Dwarves of Cothromach and their culture itself. Also, on native defensive magic. Specifically on the subject of defending a structure, spells, charms, rituals to be had during or after the construction of a building. Hell, he's even looking into native hearth magic at this point. Remus is leaving no rock unturned, as far as he can help it.]

Hallo! I apologize for being another to make yet another address like this, but it must be done, and perhaps this one might catch your attention, at the very least?

I recognize that most of you who are planning to take part in this battle are busy training for such an endeavor, and if you are, then I will leave you to it. [There's no way Remus himself is lifting a finger to fight against anyone. Not when there are people he knows - people he loves even - who would be considered the enemy in this fight.] For those of you who are looking for something else to be doing with your time, however, I might have an offer for you.

I need some helping hands. Not for supplies, but for a much grander project. [Perhaps you've seen the beginnings of the White Citadel already? Thanks for that reveal, Hiccup.] Talent in construction is more than welcome, but we'd really just love some able bodies on the job. Away from the fighting, but doing something I'm sure we will all agree is equally as worthwhile with our time. [There's no questioning the fact that he is or at least once was a professor as he continues to clasp his hands together in front of him and asks:] So do I have any volunteers?

Oh! [Another thought comes to him.] Another question, for anyone who's had business in Cothromach. I'd be interested if you could speak to me about the dwarves? I've heard that they're quite handy with such things.

graciousness

[ in the midst of the talk of war, have a serene image. guinevere is sitting on a bench in the bailey of caer glaem, lap filled with leaves and flowers while clever fingers work diligently on this. she looks as if she's about to say something when a rose comes falling into her lap.

a bit of a scolding look upwards towards what is probably a fairy ]

I already made one of roses, there is really - no - need -

[ spoken between more falling roses and this will go on for a few moments until she'll she reach into the pocket of her gown to pull out a few small pieces of honey cake ]

there you go and - thank you -

[ looking around herself, well this was interesting. ]

I wanted to say thank you to all those who have been so kind to greet me as they have, unseelie and seelie alike. This world is filled with kindness and it is this kindness that will one day see it more peaceful times, I hope.

[ looking away towards the fairies who seem happy with the reward. ]

--- They really love cake, don't they?

gandere

[ As it's still early in the day, Rin's at The Barrel finishing up her packing. The past couple days have been busy, full of codes being cracked and opinions being shattered thanks to Lady Alyosha's information. Now that she's had a chance to look outside, she notices something has gone missing. So popping her locket open on her desk, she continues to sort through her precious gems and minerals while addressing everyone at whole. ]

Hey, it's Tohsaka here.

Has anyone seen a boat? [ She visibly cringes with a quartz in hand at how vague of a question that is. ] It isn't very large, has a brightly multicolored sail, and was a gift from the monarchs. Overall it's a very nice boat.

[ Only Rin Tohsaka can lose an entire boat that was previously in her back yard. Revel in her misfortune or don't. Maybe help her locate the stupid thing. That would be a lot more helpful than laughing at her. ]

I figured with how many of us are traveling for the holidays and various other reasons that someone was bound to see it. So could you just let me know?

There's no reward because it's just a stupid boat. It unsettles me that it's gone missing, but if someone wants to hold it hostage, don't expect me to actually pay anything for it. Thanks, I guess. [ This is the last thing she needed before heading out!! ]

indomitably

[ The feed comes into focus on the background, before it's picked up by the user of the locket. A stern woman -- not one seen in a long time appears in the foreground. She nods, brushes a strand of hair from her face. ]

Greetings. I can't say that the timing of my arrival here has been... kind. But seeing as I have been here for a few weeks and it looks that I will not be going anywhere again -- I have no wish to sit idly. I was a leader before, Captain of the Guard of the city I served in. Even if I am not so by name here, for this effort I thought I had best help as I can.

[ Even if she does not entirely agree with the idea of the war -- and getting involved. ]

My name is Aveline Hendyr, and I was here before. Much has seemed to have changed in the time that I was away, however.

Another thing. I offered to teach any interested parties residing in the Seelie castle defense before, to train with a sword -- or to anyone who is already knowledgeable and wishes to have someone to practice with -- that offer still stands as well, now.

[ With another nod, she switches the feed off. ]

curser

[Maleficent appears to be at the Falls as she makes one of her rare broadcasts, seeming to also be calling from her nest. Interwoven branches and greenery were her background and her soundtrack seemed to be the echo of the Falls interspersed with birdsong.]

Greetings to those who bear a shard and dwell within this land. For those not familiar with me, my name is Maleficent and I reside at the Hidden Falls to the southeast of Caer Glaem. I'm sure that by now we've all heard the... call to arms, as it were. I've made no secret of my desire to keep myself out of this war that I have no stock in. Fairy fighting against fairy is... well, it's an abomination. If those that reside here wish to clash their clans together, that's their prerogative, but that was not what I agreed to when I arrived.

I know there are others here who share my thoughts on this. Who wish not to fight or make war with those they might be friendly with -- or even related to. Asking blood to fight against blood is another cause I cannot support.

So I would offer the Falls as a safe haven of sorts to all those who would wish it. Seelie and Unseelie alike. Those that wish to pick up arms and join the fight, I only hope that little blood is shed. Those who have no heart for war or who do not know where to go, you are welcome here. There is no keep and no castle, but the climate is temperate and you are welcome to make a place for yourself here as you need it. All I ask is that you respect the lives of those that live here as well and do not cause strife or discord while here.

[With that, she gave a slight nod of her head, a signal that her address had reached its end and she waited for those that might accept it.]

vanyel_ashkevron

[A page of ornate script can be seen, but the sentences are broken thanks to how much has been crossed out:

~~Father~~Withen,

Our paths may never cross again. ~~I expect that brings you joy.~~ I am going to request that this letter be sent to you. The Fae are capable of magnificent deeds and

The text stops almost as if the writer couldn't think how to continue.

I haven't been the best son ~~and you haven't been the best father~~, however I don't regret having known you. I see now that my future is brighter than I ever imagined. I also see that holding petty grudges is a wasted effort.

~~As much as you may wish I were your bastard, I am not.~~

Each crossed-out section is legible. Unfortunately. The silver eyes of Vanyel are soon peering into the locket, his forehead creased.]

Am I allowed no privacy? [He balls the letter up in his hand and instead begins to write Lady Treesa at the top of a blank sheet of paper.] Are all families so difficult?

[No matter where he goes, what he accomplishes, there are certain facts that won't change. Withen in particular is like a stubborn mule when it comes to understanding him. He is only beginning to try in truth, but Vanyel knows it's far too little far too late.]

aliased

how do you kill a santy claws? [ because he's got a list. and he's stalking children. and he sneaks into people's homes while dressed in red. and he's clearly a drunk.]

wolfskin

[ Rob was determined to look as much like the king he is when he appears on the locket, but the nervous energy rolling off him in waves makes him looks little more than a boy. Behind him a mass of grey fur and yellow eyes paces around the room. ]

I have been lead to believe members of House Stark are among the numbers here, two boys and two girls. It is imperative that I speak to them. [ Has to know if they are here, if they are safe.] Please tell them Robb is here and needs to see them. None of you are under any obligation to seek them out, though you will have my gratitude if you do.

duodecimal

Imps.

[ it's a singular word accompanied by the image of a very unamused and unimpressed older face with eyebrows that even if you couldn't see his mouth might actually show off his displeasure all by themselves. it's clear that he thinks this entire thing is stupid and arguably not real, but then again, robin hood shouldn't be real and he certainly did run into him. ]

There's a planet or two like this. Populated only with small, very— annoying bug creatures. I hate those planets. [ see also: i hate here. ] Try to avoid them unless someone wants to go see them.

[ that's not actually the commentary he means to make about here, but he can't entirely resist it. he clears throat. ] Of all the versions of me to drag here you choose me. Have to wonder if there's something a bit off in your heads. Then again, there's imps and fairies around and involved. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised if there's something off.

[ he sighs. ] If you can take a moment away from whatever it is you're doing right now. I know it's important to you— but this is a bit important to me and it'll take a minute. And it won't kill you to take that minute to listen since you already are. [ he also doesn't entirely care what everyone else is doing right now, but manners, achieving the goal of actually getting someone to pay attention. ] I'm missing a person. My ca— Clara. Her name's Clara, about— [ he motions somewhere south of his shoulder that is a horrible approximation of her actual height. ] that high, wide face. Bossy little thing. Tell her the Doctor's looking for her and that I need to see her even if she doesn't want to see me. I need to make sure she's in one piece if she's here.

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