eachdraidh

[Waver has not made much use of the network’s public feed over the past few months, but if there is any time to take advantage of mass communication, it is now. His face is calm and collected, and in the background, some distant whirring can be heard. Wherever he is, there’s a collection of books behind him.]

Good afternoon. Over the past several weeks, I have been working on establishing a coffee house, which is now open. This place is called the Barrel, and it is located in Nimh Gleanne, where the Southern Road and Eastern Roads meet. I managed to find a low-technology method to make strong coffee, so those of you who are accustomed to espresso based drinks may find something of home here.

In addition, I have been fortunate enough to begin curating a small library which is open to everyone who enters the shop. While it does not have the towering grandeur of the court libraries, I have strived to include books that hold viewpoints that would not be in either Court. For those who are interested in comparing the histories that the courts versus other parties, the books I have here are very relevant to your research.

Should you have any questions for me, please ask them here. Otherwise I hope that our paths cross soon.

[With that, he turns the feed off, and gives a glance around the shop. It’s quiet, with Waver being the only person there. The silence will only last for so long, and that thought prompts a small, thin smile from Waver. It will change, and so will everything else.

For the remainder of the week, Waver stays within the shop as well, reading and keeping a careful eye on the door.]

[ooc: Details about the location are here. If folks would like an open log for the month of October, please let me know.]

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))

wilder

[The feed opens after this scene, as Zelos sets down his bag and accidentally causes the locket attached to open. They look to be in some area of the Station and Zelos is accompanied by what looks like grouchy black cat with a red scarf (who is no other than Mako who accidentally got turned into a cat by a feather). Also there's a baby dragon.]

Jeez- fine, Mako! I'll try! Stop giving me that look!

[Zelos sighs and tries to think how to do this. He's never actually tried to undo a curse or enchantment with magic before - he usually left that up to Raine. Just how was he supposed to do this? But he had to try something, so he makes a thinking noise for a moment before he snaps his fingers]

Okay, got an idea! Just hold still, okay? This takes concentration.

[He makes sure to be standing up so he can concentrate properly. Then, he starts channeling magic. Glowing light and glyphs appear around him. As he does so, water comes up from the ground, clean and sparkling with magic. The water starts to spin around the cat, until it forms a very large spinning bubble around him without getting him wet. Zelos meanwhile, looks like he's trying really hard to keep up concentration as he tries to recite the incantation he heard Raine say a lot]

Root of all creation...grant us the breath of- shit! Wait! That's the wrong one!

[And with that mess up, his concentration is broken. The glowing glyphs immediately dissipates and the sparkly water bubble? Well it immediately loses it's form and the water SPLASHES down on the cat. ]

MRRROOOOW!! [The cat freaks out, sneezing out a fireball in the process]

Whoa-! [Zelos jumps back away from the splashing water and FIRE, looking very startled]

...Oops?

illuminating

[ How had this happened? A sneeze? A hiccup? A belch? A misplaced thought?

Days ago, the birds twittered and fussed; cawed and clamored, and she had truly promised to do all she could, but she could only find the little ones. The small feathers, and who knew if this would help? But on she collected, doing her best. Then this had happened, two days ago, a day? She can't quite recall.

She's been learning to walk again, and her thoughts fly away with her mouth. A situation both wonderful and troublesome!

But here she is in the round mirror of the locket—woman or half-beast; a tiny girl materialized from sunbeam and breezes. She's wiry, more hair—full and framing and wisping at the temples; tangled with leaves, grass or flower-seeds, and burrs—than body. It keeps her modest, but barely: she's quite visibly nude and pale. The canines in her smile are too sharp: the wolf that won't allow itself to be suffocated under this trick. And the wolf boasts its ears through her mop of hair. Behind her, unseen, at the end of her spine it keeps its tail. ]

Hello, [ how nice it is to speak it. ] my body is different now. It does not keep the cold out. Is there someone—

I'm curious about clothes. I'll do my best to repay any help. [ Her narrow shoulders come up, then fall, as if she isn't sure what else to say. Starting conversation isn't very easy, and she's always been more suited to listening. ] And... conversation, I think, I would like that so very much.

bolincredible

[ GOOD…… late night or super early morning, network. Witness the amazing Fire Ferrets in their natural habitat, if a bit sleep-mussed and underdressed. (Understatement, tbh.) Come on, if your pajamas aren’t “be shirtless” or “in a sports bra”, you’re just not doing things Republic City style in this weather.

The scene set in the rather large room is unnerving at best. Splashed against the background are scorch marks from recent firebending, and shadows are cast from the ripped and torn flooring — it looks like there was one hell of a fight. Off to the left, there’s a soft glow as Korra tries to heal a deep wound on her arm with her waterbending and Mako, holding a small flame in his hand for light, crouches over a dark, suspiciously person shaped thing on the floor. Next to it are two other suspiciously person shaped things, also not moving in a very “dead” fashion.

As Mako makes notes in a small logbook, he and Korra seem to be having something of a disagreement, with Korra hissing angrily and Mako trying to calm her down with steady, hushed tones. While they talk, he meticulously searches through the clothes on the things — let’s be honest, they’re corpses, three of them, lying on the bedroom floor — gathering the evidence he finds and apparently writing it down in his little book. He adds whatever he finds to a growing pile of trinkets... which at this point consists largely of knives, garotting rope, and other sketchy murderous tools. With a soft trill, the two cats who adopted Mako jump up on the bed, looking shaken and huddling protectively around a small green and gold snakelike creature. Naga, on the other hand, seems to be licking something from her lips with her long tongue, looking quite proud of herself, tail absently tapping on the mattress behind the kittens.

Bolin, looking suitably confused and sporting an oddly smug Pabu-scarf, is taking up the foreground and accepting the responsibility of having his priorities in place. Unlike some people, wow. ]

Uhhhh. Hey. So my name’s Bolin. Nice to meet you if I haven’t already met you. Nice to see you again if I have? [ You know, whichever. ] Got a quick question for anyone who could answer, it’d be great to have it cleared up: is there like a... running history of people getting a pet back for a boon, only then a month later it turns out that their pet can also grow about eight feet and tackle an assassin? Just. Just wondering.

[ He stops. Glances back at Mako and Korra. Purses his lips, and turns back. ]

Okay, so, one more question. About the assassin thing. Like… are they also a thing with a running history here?

[ in the background, the dead body rummaging and healing krew has finished their argument, and in the ensuing silence, you can hear their last snippy comments before the feed ends. ]

At least no one was kidnapped.

[ Mako says, completely deadpan. Korra’s eyes narrow and she shoots back: ]

Or arrested, huh Officer?

[ WOW, RUDE, KORRA. ]

wilder

[The video feed on the amulet shows Zelos sitting crosslegged on his bed. The room looks to be a rather comfortable room that's given to people of nobility in the Seelie court. Though other than what looks like a small vase of purple flowers on the nightstand, there's not much in the way of personal touches.]

Well what do you know, I've been here almost a month now! Which is a lot longer than I'd like, buuuut from the sounds of how long people get stuck in this place - I probably shouldn't complain too much.

[Though always going to complain some.]

Anyway! Since it seems pretty normal to ask questions on these locket - I thought I'd might as well throw in a few of my own again if there's any kind souls willing to answer! I mean, I always prefer to hear it from a lovely female voice, but don't worry- I can settle. ♥

[He clears his throat. For each number, he makes counts them off on his hand]

1. Just what exactly were those shadowy blob guys? I mean, other than the name I can't say. Any idea just where they came from? Are they like a normal thing in this place? Because seriously, talk about annoying and creepy.

2. Is there anyone who can tell me more about the Shards? Yeah, I already know they're crystals inside us that the courts want to collect- but why? What are they made of? How'd did they get into us? Honestly...any information would be of use.

3. Does anyone know where I can get more hair ties or supplies? Because I'm down to my last tie, and that's a serious problem!

And... [He taps his chin] I think that's it! Huh! I thought there would've been more! Oh well!

showmeyourwreath

[Flora is outside, sitting on what appears to be a swing, but in place of chains are woven vines. As time passes, little flowers bloom along their length. The locket is not on her person, it hovers in front of her, and the view shows her wearing what look like a white overall dress over a pink top and work gloves. Several fairies are flying around her, braiding her hair, or sitting on either shoulder. She waves before gently taking hold of the vine chains.]

Hello everyone, I hope you're well.

[Her voice is more deliberate with the well wishes, and her smile is kind, knowing. A lot's happened--when isn't it--but she does hope everyone has come out of it for the better, somehow. It's no meaningless platitude.

She moves to put her finger to her lip, remembers she's wearing gloves and thinks better of it, and instead cants her head thoughtfully. Her voice is gentle and curious.]

There's something I've been wondering about for a while now, and don't quite seem to understand, just yet. [There is a slight upturn to her lips. She is a patient girl, but she can't say she likes not understanding things. It's what she always seeks to do, if she can.] I've heard of some things from other people that were kind enough to answer me [mostly kind, anyway. Zelos was a little rude.] but with so many people from so many places, I'm curious about the similarities and differences.

[She looks directly at the locket.]

What exactly is a God or Goddess? Or what would you say make one? The same with angels. Is this something that has some sort of set criteria or is it more malleable?

[One might notice that she doesn't ask about demons, but that's because she doesn't realise there's a need; they're the same as monsters to her.

Flora dips her head in thanks and smiles, once again.]

Please, I would very much like to hear what anyone has to say. Thank you.

( Locked to Seelie )

metalica

[ The post comes across with a name that, really, no one will recognise. It's one word, simple: ＡＤＬＥＲ. Thank goodness for the text option so he has no need to attempt to hide his voice or face; for now his name is enough. ]

Tell me about your world. Your wars. Your powers. Tell me about the things that you fight for, what you continue to cherish even here.

Educate me.

masterofmystery

[ It was just over a week ago that he was at home. Just over a week ago that he'd been doing things with the other Aurors. Just over a week ago that he'd arrived here and had his world tossed on its side. Things changed quickly and after a message he's kind of just flopping around his room. Okay, so maybe he was a little better than that.

But he had a lot to think about and, unfortunately, thinking and him didn't go hand-in-hand. It just led to thoughts he was better off away from. He was better at doing, not sitting around, and that's what led to the sudden video.

...Or maybe the video coming on now was partly accidental because at first you get a very good image of a cat getting teased with a piece of meat before it disappears off screen. Now the screen shifts as the young man on the other side of the video tries to figure out how to set it. He's definitely eating the food (that's rude, Ron).

At least he's used the locked a few times before... but he still looks fairly awkward when he finally settles. ]

Uh. I'm Ron, Ron Weasley. [ A beat. ] Yeah, my sister was here 'til a bit ago. I wasn't here when she was. Know Harry and Hermione, too. Not that that much matters much to most of you, but figured it's worth saying since I was asked about that already.

[ Okay. Now what. How do you talk to people? ]

There seems to be loads going on here. Which I guess is to be expected, you know, with a war. And monsters attacking-- 'Though that's something different. I'm not even sure what it is. Er, well, if there's anything I can do to help with that--I'll try. Not that any thing seems to be working for it.

But I'd like to. Try, I mean. Even if not that. I'm rubbish at most things, but sitting back while everyone's doing everything isn't very useful. I've gone to school and I'm an Au--something like a pleas--policeman. That's got to count for something. I help my brother in a joke shop sometimes, too, so there's always a good laugh.
[ . . . ]

So. Yeah.

[ . . . Another pause. ]

I was told to find some bloke named Mako, too. If any of you know where to find him.

fiercestwarrior

[ The video shows a young woman, her face framed by slightly wavy hair the color of rich soil. Unseen is the weight of many centuries that lie upon her strong shoulders, and would make her ancient rather than young in the eyes of some.

Her large, hazel eyes are sharp as those of a bird of prey as she fixes them upon her locket. ]

I am Lady Sif of Asgard, my allegiance is to my king and my home, and much as the rulers of this court seem to wish it, that will not change simply because they imagine themselves to have some manner of claim on me.

Do not think me craven, I have no fear of battle, but I will not seek it out merely because a stranger tells me that it is my duty.

So I put the question to you now, my fellow recruits: Why do you fight?

died_a_virgin

Um...hello!

[She gives the locket a bit of a wave.]

I just wanted to let the people staying at the castle know that if you come into a room with a coffin in it instead of a bed, don't be alarmed! Its...actually my coffin.

You see, I'm a vampire. Yes, they do exist. No, I don't eat people or drink their blood. That's why I sleep in a coffin. So please, just let me sleep. It's really tiring to be up during the daytime.

And please don't bury the coffin. I don't want to dig my way out of the ground when I wake up.

Thank you!

sundroplet

how many people does it take to braid hair?

assuming there is a lot of it?

think before you answer this is REALLY important!

extramural

[ The locket is floating.

It’s the only explanation for the view that the item gives – a young man, out on the walls of one of the castles, the moon curved behind him. His arms are crossed in front of him, not touching the device as it records. Black eyes (all black, like the depths of the sea) regard it for a moment and then one hand moves, gestures at the locket. ]

Well, well.

[ His head tilts, and while his lips don’t turn up, one may get the feeling that he’s smirking. ]

I must say, this is an interesting turn of events. One that even I did not see coming.

[ His voice is almost monotonous, but there is something like music in it – like whale song. ]

To be pulled away to the Drabwurld, asked to take part in this war. I wonder if they truly know what they are doing. [ His hand returns, head moving back so that he can look straight at the camera. ]

I hear there was a battle. One should expect such things, in war. I suppose I should ask about it. [ He doesn’t. Instead- ]

Tell me, Shardholders, something... interesting.

pessimiskeptic

[Soren has been gathering information rather than being social with the rest of the newcomers at Caer Glaem. Now, feeling as though he's got enough knowledge of the Drabwurld to satisfy him for the moment, the mage turns to the Locket network. He's hoping that a certain someone from his world is here, but at the same time, he doesn't know if they're on opposite sides or the same one. Therefore, it's easier to not call him out and hope that the guy answers, if he's here.

He is at least going to learn something useful about the magic here, and possibly in other worlds.]

I'd like to know how different magic is across the worlds, as well as here. The limits, the necessary components, incantations, how you channel it, any other such thing you can think of.

[He holds up a red, leather-bound book.]

As an example. Tomes are for offensive magic. Knowing and speaking the ancient language it's written in allows communication with the elemental spirit of that particular tome. Good communication allows one to control the direction of the spell, while poor communication can lead to accidents with unfortunate results. Some end in death, but most end in grievous injury, depending on the spell.

wilder

[It takes some tinkering for him to figure out how to work the locket. But he's a clever guy, and not unused to magitech- so eventually he figures it out. And once he does, there's a video feed of a man with red hair and wearing pink coming onto your lockets]

Well what do you know, a piece of tacky jewelry that talks. What I always wanted.

[He then seems to direct the feed more now, clearing his throat and giving a smile]

Hello out there all you beautiful ladies! ♥ Oh, and all you guys too I guess. If you don't recognize my handsome face, I'm the great Zelos Wilder! But you can always call me Zelos too.

Anyway, I just got here last night, so I'm feeling a bit lost to what's going on. All I really know there's something about being on another world and some war going on with these tiny fairy guys. I can't say I'm eager to fight for some guys who abducted me, but if anyone can give me information, I think it'd be good to know!

[And then it seems the cheerful sass dies down a little on the next request, sincerity coming through instead. Colette had just been with him, and he had been looking for Lloyd already- so he's worried they got dragged into this mess too]

Oh, also- I don't know if they're here, but if anyone's heard anything about a Lloyd Irving or a Colette Brunel - could you let me know? ....Thanks.

Entries tagged with zelos wilder: tales of symphonia

Waver Velvet | Video + Action | Open to Both Courts | Forward Dated to 7 Oct

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