Twelve Jewels: Crystal Balls [Video | Mirror]

[destinedforrock]

[An image comes - not splashing, this time, but simply on, to a side-long view of Cinderella's stable. Cinderella is standing upright, herself. A portion of her water trough is visible along a wall.

A tiny white wooden table is set up in front of her topped with a little plastic lavender tea set.

Cinderella opens with a prim cough and a small shift. Softly pipes:]

Good morning, everybody! [Scrapes a hoof in the dirt.] Thought I might keep some of you posted; I think I'm getting the hang of some of this magic thing.

Ah, here! I'll see if I can get it right with an audience! But a moment...

[She shifts again, hums a quick scale, holds her head up high - and lights her horn up. Wrapped in blue light.

She inhales, and the little plastic lavender kettle lifts out of the set - wrapped in blue - off the table. Cinderella nods her head upward, and the top hinges open and holds in place. Shuts her eyes, turns her head, and swings it along a neat curve toward the wall along which the trough is laid. Dunks it in in another neat curve, and brings it around her stable flying closing the circle to her connection point.

The kettle is back over the table. She cocks her head with one eye open. After a beat the top shuts.

Pours into one of the plastic cups, then into another, and sets down between them - a tad roughly.

She leans in squinting - light spreads over both of the filled cups. Emits a squeaking grunt. They lift and not-quite "clink" together. With just the faintest splash.

And she drags out a satisfied voiced exhale. The cups drift down and the blue light around her horn snuffs out.]

And there you have it! No, it's not much, now, I know, but, I've been focusing on precision, dears, not strength, and I should think it is most certainly coming along there. [Pressed creaking:] Though perhaps I need to work on moving two objects with "precision". I sup-pose that comes next!

[And her next practice objective hardly needs network announcement - that's thin in a less-clumsy sort of trail-off.]

02 ♦ Video

[unelven]

[ The feed starts and Teagan looks a bit bedraggled. It's merely in his expression though, and anyone particularly observant and familiar with his face might notice that his skin looks great. Almost as if he were wearing makeup to cover natural blemishes of age, even if his skin is clean and uncovered.

Anyway this is the look of a man concerned. ]

A few days ago, a wolf attacked my dogs and I. I managed to get away, but my dogs are still missing. They have gotten out before and come back in a few days, so I waited this long to bother putting out a word. They are two greyhounds, and they respond to Rhys and Freya. If anyone sees or hears of them, please contact me immediately.

friendship is awesome!

[darkhourdear]

Who: Phillip and Ben
When: Monday, after school
Where: Phillip's house
What: A playdate meeting amongst friends who haven't hung out in a while.

( especially when there's candy. )

013. action. closed.

[strikeraid]

Who: Skyler (strikeraid), Harper (duette), mmmaybe Dallen (decelerate), Chuck (swissarmyjesus), and Danny (gogoghostpowers)
When: Today, 02/17, around 4 pm; then today, 02/17, later in the evening; then tomorrow, 02/18, right after school.
Where: In order: Somewhere in the Business District, then somewhere in the Dead District, then like... at school or something I'M GONNA ROLL WITH IT
What: Someone tries to kill him (by accident), he tracks down a certain Key, he tries to kill someone (on purpose).

[ Someone is having a very busy Monday and Tuesday. Let us count the ways. ]

( THE ONE WHERE HE GETS PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY A PRECURE. WITH CHOCOLATE. )

( THE ONE WHERE HE TRACKS DOWN A KEY AND PROBABLY GETS MORE DICK JOKES THROWN HIS WAY )

( PLEASE STOP TRYING TO KILL PEOPLE )

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[sayhitobianca]

Even to the casual observer, there's so many fascinating bits and pieces everyone is uncovering. A magical ability here, a memory of a family member there, all mixed in with strange enemies and secret plots and missions to save the world. It's like putting together a novel by collecting puzzle pieces.

Is anyone willing to indulge a man who loves a good story and tell me what you've pieced together about your past life?

[Because he's curious. And also because he doesn't believe the majority of this, but it's at least entertaining.]

On another, more practical but far less engaging matter, it's come to my attention that a number of you are at risk of discovery by our esteemed law enforcement, presumed dead, or otherwise disinclined to call attention to your presence by using your real identity.

If any of you would be interested in procuring a new legal identity, please feel free to contact me at this number, and I can arrange something.

31st Howl [Audio | Backdated to morning, February 13]

[professorwolf]

[There's a somewhat frustrated, exhausted, and pained-sounding biology teacher on the network Thursday morning, before school starts.]

I am officially calling in sick until Monday. At least Monday. I went wolf last night. It wasn't the full moon, that's tomorrow night. I don't know what happened. If I ran into you... I am so sorry. I don't know what changed, but something did.

So. I'll be needing my clavigers tonight. It might happen again. If you aren't too busy. Friday is taken care of, but tonight... I don't think I can manage it.

Also, if someone could perhaps send one of the doctors over here... I believe I got shot at some point? Not that I blame whoever did it. But it is a little inconvenient, and my bandaging isn't as good as it could be.

[Apparently he's got a bit of understatement going on there. Inconvenient, indeed. At that point, he signs off, at least until people start contacting him back.]