video » ( failed lock to the starks )

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[ The feed opens at an odd angle showing Nuala’s wrist and her other hand skittering away from apparently pinching it. As the communicator is lifted the viewer can see Nuada giving his sister a Look, one that registers between exasperation and savvy scrutiny. No, he isn’t really paying attention to locking this post. Not now, anyway. ]

Shall we continue or would you prefer to pull your hair, too?

I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nuada. Pray continue. ( her hands are neatly and ever so solemnly clasped in her lap, which — obviously — is what she was planning to do with them all along. suggestions to the contrary are ridiculous lies circulated by a ridiculous lie monger. )

[ Obviously. Nuada, being the gracious fellow he is, goes on. ]

It’s very likely best to call all of the Starks. Robb and Jon first.

[ Because, you know. Older brothers, etc. ]

( nuala does not say that she’s terribly glad she’s acquainted with at least one of the people he’s generously offering her patronage to, although she thinks it very hard, because such an enterprise — with humans! her brother! connecting with humans without the use of a weapon! — is to be encouraged. nevertheless. )

How many of them are there, brother?

Six, I believe, including Snow. [ He does a double-take, mildly suspecting … ] You needn’t be so pleased with yourself.

( nuala does many things she doesn’t need to do. pleasantly— ) We will return to that other subject later, you know. Call your Starks.

[ ‘Pleasant’ is a relative term when it comes to Nuada because there’s a note of facetiousness in the otherwise earnest, gracious widening of his eyes. ]

Certainly. Unless, of course, you would like to add to the list on your own count? Any strays of which to speak, sister?

In point of fact—

( no, it’s too soon; she might have some in mind, but not yet. the fact she reaches for his communicator as if to take him up on it is merely a pretense to get a rise, but what a pretense— )

[ The viewers are treated to a swerving topsy-turvy screen as Nuada tosses the communicator from hand-to-hand, giving Nuala little to reach for but his side as he tilts up and away. Hurray for height differences. Is this dissolving from a serious discussion at the speed of light? Perish the thought. Elves are, naturally, always serious. Always. ]

( height difference! it’s two inches, nuada, get over yourself— or over the grass, as the case may be, when his sister opts to stop reaching up over him and instead lowers her shoulder and knocks into him with the express intention of knocking the sassy wind out of him. )

[ Two inches of sheer win, excuse Tiny here. Snorting when shoved, he wraps an arm around her to make sure her balance is just as wonky, and his smirk hints at something genuinely amused. ]

How sweet of you, sister. Perhaps we should all sit around the campfire with our cups, banging away and making friends.

( that was not a hug, nuada!! ...nuala takes a leaf out of his book a moment later, rather than addressing how she was utterly thwarted, to turn huge gold eyes up with the most ingenuous of delighted smiles. )

What a famous idea, Nuada! And to think there are those who have called you unfriendly— for shame.

( can she keep a straight face. )

[ Can anyone keep a straight face here, really. Huffing, he snorts at those big round eyes. ]

Have you been at the wine? I’ll take my cup, if you so much as start wheedling that damnable song, and —

( this time when she brings her hands together, it’s to clap that damnable beat, humming if not quite working her way up to singing— )

[ Excuse Nuada, dear viewers, he has to drop the comm to the grass for a moment; one hand plants over Nuala’s mouth as he hefts her over a shoulder, promises of dunking her in the nearest stream echoing as he hauls her out of sight. ]

Comments

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[elvenking]

Paragons of grace and dignity.

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[disfavour]

[ — welp. Stronger than the urge to uphold his dignity (while soaking wet when he replies) is the urge to blame his sister. ]

Nuala started it.

private (?) @ nuala.

[darkart]

[ The question mark means he has no clue how to use this thing and is just ticking boxes so a toddler with an inflatable hammer could haxx this, also because uh, obviously Nuada will overhear just due to proximity. ]

At least the temperature is suited to it.

[ --swimming. ]

private (?) (twins+severus)

[favouring]

( nuala is precisely as drenched as her obnoxious, odious brother-- and she laughs. )

A considerate bit of unkindness, on my brother's part--

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[warandapiece]

When you put it that way, I don't know how I mistook you for Wraith at all. Not as graceful, for a start. When you're done with your reindeer games, I need my gun back.

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[disfavour]

[ Oh, it's That Human. ]

I see no need to be graceful around my sister.

[ She'd probably die laughing, for starters, and then outdo him. ]

Your gun will be returned, provided you keep it out of the gardens. The next time you bring it here, I will cleave it in half. [ It would set Thranduil on edge, moreso than he is, and Nuada doesn't want to be responsible for that. ] It is at the forge, when you wish to reclaim it.

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[inafadingcrown]

[Siblings. Galadriel doesn't say anything, she just smiles and clears her throat rather loudly.

You guys, are aware this thing is on, right?

Right?]

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[favouring]

( immediately-- )

It was Nuada's device, my lady.

( two can play the blame-my-sibling game. )

[wolfinthesnow]

On what matter?

[disfavour]

Your family follows the old ways, do they not?

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[fertilefeet]

[Laughing so hard at you both tbh. Give her a second to remember how to breathe.]

Sister, Nuada? I had no idea you had a sister nor that she was on board.

[so rude]

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[disfavour]

She's quite the bully, as you've seen.

[ Luthien, send help. ]

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[bullshead]

[ not laughing not laughing not laughing ─

wait nevermind, totally laughed. ]

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[disfavour]

[ Like a wet cat over here, tbh. ]

Don't you have work to do?

action.

[tofindthesun]

[shaking his head watching them splashing around from the stream-side. :'| you two are more childish than he is. for shame, for shame.]

Frolicking in this weather? [tsk. never mind that it's pleasantly warm for frolicking.]

action.

[disfavour]

[ Up splashes a tide of water, right at Legolas's ... well, legs. ]

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[skjalf]

[ the temperature everywhere is atrociously hot, strange things keep popping up in her mirror and along the walls of her room, and a strange creepy lady wants to kill them all.

how easy it is to forget when she sees the antics of this brother and sister. it reminds her of her childhood, of when her little brother edward and little sister mary were still alive. before.. all of this.

elizabeth delicately covers her mouth to hide a laugh, but the mirth is there dancing merrily in her eyes. ]

That does look rather fun. Shall you exact revenge for that drenching, my lady?

[ directing this at nuala, obvs. she still finds nuada rude. :| ]

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[disfavour]

[ Oh, it's ... that girl. He remembers her as 'the one instructed to attend Nuala', and has no real venom or anger behind any of his correspondences, including this one; Nuada simply has a Way about him that is set to the default of a disinterested royal party. He hasn't been angry at anyone other than Morgoth, really, since he arrived. Humans are so touchy, however, he supposes that's why this girl addresses his sister first; he and her spoke short words together, but by Nuada's approximation it was nothing terrible. ]

If she tries, I hope to remind her how to swim in a hurry.

video » nuala's communicator.

[forgodssake]

[ Three deliberate, clear claps, more commending than musical, and the huff of a laugh that comes after is familiar. Having texted a potentially psychopathic ghostly entity, Charles now tunes in for some levity. ]

Really, you could both be in theatre. Feel free to post likewise more often.

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[favouring]

That sounds altogether too much like something fun, Charles! Nuada would never.

VIDEO.

[legionare]

A bath certainly seems like a good idea.

VIDEO.

[disfavour]

To wash out her mouth, yes.

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[ladymother]

[uh excuse me guys jon is not a stark!!]

Is there something I can help you with?

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[disfavour]

[ Who do you think you are, lady, their mo — oh. ]

You are their mother?

[ To be clear on that, albeit to the point. Succinct, Nuada is, without trying to be rude. ]

actually locked /shades

[wolfchild]

What do I have to do?

[ creeping on jon's and cat's conversations like a boss. ]

locked

[disfavour]

[ Nuada shakes his wet, thanks Nuala head. ]

Nothing, for the most part. Whatever aid we give to you, whether magical or otherwise, is not to be shared or taught to your fellows, but used solely for yourself. In the world I come from, Arya, the children are spoiled and selfish, they are not brave like you and your brothers. That, and the direwolves favour you already. These are good reasons to mark you out.

There is no pomp or ceremony. You must simply accept our claim on you above all other fae.