video; un: !!! RIOT !!!

[machismost]

[ The camera blips up into the curious and earnest face of a teenaged boy, cherry-red hair hanging lank around his face and a slightly different shade of red eyes; his right eye seems flecked with an almost unremarkable scar just above its eyelid, thin but slanting up to nearly touch the brow above it. His expression splits in a little smile, almost sweet except for all his lips hint at the points of serrated teeth beneath them. It's understandably difficult to feel at ease with a smile full of shark's teeth. ]

So this might be a pretty dumb question, but what kinda magic's involved with styling your hair to the point, like, you want it to stay somethin' else? It's gotta exist here, right? I saw a cliff make itself into a bunch of arms before I even got here and bunnies burst outta a flower... So you guys can definitely turn hair colors and freeze it into a particular style, right? Anybody?

[ Listen... a lot of other newbies have been putting out some big questions and it'd be a lie to say Kirishima isn't digging through them, along with talk about war. Still, he feels like maybe a bit of levity is needed.

That isn't to say he doesn't sincerely want someone to tell him spiking up his hair might be a permanent, dyable possibility... cuz he does. ]

voice (Posted At Night); un: stranger [WAR, what is it good for!?]

[eightfoldfiend]

[cw: sounds of NPC murder in background, talk of war, Yuber will probably be gross and say violent things in comments.]

[There is a slight rustling of footsteps before Yuber speaks. His deep voice, which last month was sometimes half-crazed from his first time experiencing illness, is silky and calm.]

Far too many people here seem to genuinely think that a subtle hand is needed to deal with Celliwig.

Why?

Negotiating with the Queen of Elphame by trade could take years. Offering ourselves for fae rituals and trials could take centuries or more. Those are centuries that we do not have.

The barrier holding back the calamity could collapse before we make any inroads in establishing a working relationship with the fae nation--ah.

[Someone nearby seems to speak to him. Their words are not clear but it sounds argumentative.]

Please give me a moment.

[More rustling as Yuber tucks his phone into his tightly fitting suit jacket. With the device's microphone against his body sounds are muffled now. There seems to be a terrified shout and a thump but maybe it's just ambient noise from the city? Surely the other person, if there indeed was another person, is okay...

The rustling gets louder as the phone is pulled out again.]

Hmph.

As I was saying a show of strength is the only path forward. For centuries Camelot has failed to earn passage to Celliwig, why would this change now?

Stop beating around the bush.

Take the city, bring it to its knees and prove to the Queen that we are not a nation content to dance on puppet strings any longer.

voice; un: dark_wings

[originaldragoon]

[It has only been a month since Rose was dumped into the lake and arrived at Avalon. And has it ever been a whirl wind.]

Soa, are things always this- [Crazy? Insane?] Interesting here?

When I first arrived here, there were vines in the forest that would snatch people up. [Which obviously led to even more trouble later on.]

Now there is a minotaur throwing rocks at the city and it did something unspeakable to the water supply to one part of the city. On top of that there is a possibility of war lingering in the air. [A conflict that she hasn't been around long enough to full understand the full story behind it yet.]

Do things ever slow down?

[She gives a sigh.]

At least it is not constantly raining anymore...

[thearchitect] image/text

[emet_sulk]

[ The photograph attached to the post depicts the front of a small shop called Polydegmon's Lapidary and Brew. It's got that 'new store' look, where everything looks pristine and nothing has been touched by grime or dust settling in the corners yet. It's not the most terribly modern-looking place (look, the rent was cheap).

He wouldn't even be advertising it here if a certain someone didn't bug him to. Honestly, he could do without the publicity... ]

I am now accepting commissions as a goldsmith and alchemist. My hours are from midday to six, weekdays only. Or whatever it is you call them. No, my prices are not negotiable.

[ Attached beneath the above terse remark is the address to the store. ]

Additionally, I will NOT accept requests for items to use in warfare of any sort. At all. If I find that you have done so then I will make sure you regret it for the remainder of your days.


(ooc: Please respect that a character will suffer some kind of IC consequence if they try and use his products as IC war propaganda or in serious IC war efforts. Doubly so if they deceive him for it.

[CW: Discussions of warfare in certain threads. Please use discretion when reading.]