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end of june; video

[babbylon]

Kirei?

[The feed opens to Gilgamesh who, for once, actually looks busy. He's seated at a heavy desk with a stack of documents that he's pouring through, locked propped up off to the side. A frown has settled upon his features for whatever reason.]

Spare a moment, would you? I could use your ear for something.

video;

[wwjd]

[Kirei is absent from Leathann and somewhere near Caer Glaem again, and perhaps he hasn't bothered to share much news with Gilgamesh about where he is or why. He still finds the time to stop for Archer. He replies while airborne, answering his locket on the back of his cleg while he flies.

What is this all about?]

You ask for it, and you shall have it. What do you need, Gilgamesh?

[babbylon]

Why are you not with me, first of all? I do not recall sending you elsewhere.

[So much for follow your own path. Apparently it's a rule Gilgamesh abides only when it's convenient, and right now it isn't. He needs all the hands he can spare, including Kirei's, even if they're of questionable use.

But they are reliable, and that's exactly what he needs buried neck deep in this sort of disaster.]

Leathann finds itself in increasing uproar, and you're diddling away on some side venture. Explain before I lose my patience.

compass. text.

[fuga]

You live?

compass. text. ((ooc: can they tell the name of who they're talking to?))

[wwjd]

Yes.

[Why wouldn't he be alive?]

compass. text. (yes!)

[fuga]

You survived the forest. That is commendable.

early september, note and cross;

[babbylon]

[When Kirei awakens from his enchanted slumber, he'll find his cross waiting for him on the bedside table, along with a hastily scribbled note. The cross now gives off a faint golden glow, warm to the touch. The note reads as follows:]

I have slept for so long, so coldly; how frightening it was, how lonesome and terrible. I write this in exile. I am no longer among your Seelie. If you would shun me now, so be it.

But

[Much has been crossed out and written over here. It seems Gilgamesh may have had trouble deciding what to say.]

I won't miss you

you were a terrible Master

you've become something truly ugly I'll kill you and it's disgusting

your cross was around my neck. Were you watching? Did you come looking for me? Do you long for it still, what once was? If I am the devil that led you astray, you're surely a fool to seek me out again. I have no sympathy for you, Kotomine Kirei. Only despair awaits.

There is no more time. I will make a miracle happen in Leathann. Upon my return, hail me as a Hero.

It might be nice if you called me your Servant, just for a laugh. Just once, I would forgive your insolence.

Hearing those words from you... well, it might not be so bad, I suppose.

-G

/early September on convenient day

[vengeance_driven]

I have some things for those children. Food mostly. Should I just bring it by?

o/!

[wwjd]

... Hm? Of course. If I am not there, others will be. One of the sisters can greet you and take care of it.

Early September; the church

[cagedinflesh]

[Jekyll finds his way to the new church in Leathann he'd donated to some time ago. He doesn't know exactly why he's come, but even if it isn't a Christian church, which he hopes maybe it is, or serves in addition to others, maybe he should be returning to some semblance of religion. He sits silently in a pew, and loses track of time.]

[wwjd]

[The church is deserted. It's still new only in how it exists in an abandoned building left behind by those fleeing from the Void, and in fact, the orphans and other children who used to come here have since been whisked off to the safety of the orphanage as they should.

But the church's priest is around. He enters from the darkness of the pillars stretching towards the back of the building, he walks with purpose. The Void approaches, every day a little closer, but he is here.

And perhaps there's a hint of a hidden smile on his lips, before he catches sight of Jekyll.]

... Welcome to this place. You may stay as long as you would like. I don't know why you come, but the island teeters between hope and its last days, just as the rest of the world does.

8 August; a simple note

[depicted]

I have more information. Thought you'd want to know.

Ball's in your court.

~D.G.

about 2 seconds after he receives the note, voice;

[wwjd]

What would you like for it?

locket; voice (September 8th)

[uptowngirl]

Kirei? I hope it isn't a bad time.

[ In light of recent events--or rather, recent decisions--there are some things she needs to prepare better for. And given his position and the fact that he helped her activate her shard, he seems the best person to turn to. ]

locket; voice

[wwjd]

[Replying very shortly after...]

I am always available for a fellow member of the Seelie Court. Please, Miss Asami, speak freely.

AUGUST;

[knightscode]

Lancelot, Master at Arms, Knight of the Golden Cadre and Sword of the Sun, to Blessed Saviour Kirei Kotomine, Defender of Innocents;

Your devotion to this court's cause is plain, your faith unwavering, and so it is that I must ask you something.

There is an Unseelie Sorcerer of great power who has sought trouble with us. He has put himself to raid a grain cart travelling between Treun and Cothromach, stolen the contents then worked foul magic upon the drivers and their animals. They were made to melt into the mud, to form what I am told is called a homunculus before the thing was put to fire. The scene was beyond description, for which I am glad -- I would not want to trouble you with the visions I saw there.

His name is said to be Harry Potter, and he runs a group known as The Lean Ones. He styles his hair in the northern way, dark and ratty -- round of face and with one strange eye surrounding by a slight scaling.

He is already sought for other crimes, and this one I hope to make sure is his last. He has some in our court who know him from before this land, who may protect him, but he must answer for his crimes. Marchioness Hermione knew him once, and even she now in all her kindness is more than hurt by his actions. Treun is a place she strove to protect.

If in your travels you hear of anyone who matches his description, or hear word of this group, I would be grateful if you would take the time to send word.

AUGUST; reply letter!

[wwjd]

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Sir Lancelot, Master at Arms, Knight of the Golden Cadre, Sword of the Sun:

My loyalty to the Seelie Court only serves me inasmuch as I might use it, as a mere man, to further the aims of our great cause and combat injustices inflicted against us and our people. In that regard, I am bound to seek out this deplorable Unseelie magus—and my soul desires nothing less. You have my word, friend [Wow, that's weird and awkward to write...], that I will use all that is available to me to listen for information on Harry Potter and The Lean Ones, and that I will contact you immediately should any news reach my ears. The same holds true if I spot him in my sights.

I vow to you that I will do anything for the Seelie Court. Contact me further as you see fit, if the occasion should arise.

May God bless you and yours [your baby and faolan maybe],
Kirei Kotomine, Blessed Savior and Priest of the Eaglais na Solais

voicemail/locket; a few days after Leathann rises into the sky

[colorofthesky]

[ Zack has seen the man in passing in Leathann. He knows Kirei is a sometimes resident of Flora's house and that he an Gilgamesh are...close.

He also knows that the man has a church and that he preaches about the Void.

He's had a little time to settle, but there are some questions he wants to ask. ]

Hello. Father Kotomine?

I have some questions I'd like to ask you, if that's all right.

voicemail/locket;

[wwjd]

[A deep, steady voice answers. It is not hard to hear how it could be one people like to listen to when they're imagining religious judgment.]

Of course it is all right. I am always here for members of the Seelie Court. Please, ask your questions.

I will do my best to answer them.

[brainiest]

[ On the 19th, a gift is left for Kirei. It's a simple little thing; a golden rose, enchanted to stay alive and fresh. He loves the Seelie court, so why not give him the essence of it? Left is a note; 'Thank you - H.' ]

locket; voice (a day or so after they arrive)

[uptowngirl]

[ A part of her still can't really believe what's happened, but she's learned that in the Drabwurld, the unexpected always finds a way of...doing what it does best. Traveling back in time is one thing, but the amount of people that came along with her? That's even more surprising.

And there's someone that a few of the refugees are requesting by name.

Asami's just hoping this works... ]

Hello? Kirei?

locket; voice

[wwjd]

[It does. But she won't receive a response until a few precious days later, unfortunately.]

... Miss Asami. I am here, and I hope you are well. It comforts me greatly to hear your voice once again.

package.

[erythristic]

[a while after the time change, a plain metal box will be left outside Kirei's office in the Leathann church. it holds three of his Black Keys, the interior bearing runes written in ash and blood for purification, strength, and sealing, and atop the blades rests a note in neat script.]

I imagine you'd want these back.

[wwjd]

[It's an interesting present, to say the least. That they would have been carried over from that time is extraordinary. He doesn't recognize the writing, but he believes he recognizes the traces of his own magic, and in that there could be no doubt.

His smile grows wider.

Of course he'll hold on to the hilts. Why let perfectly good weapons cursed and blessed for the Void go to waste? Gripping them in his hands and suffering absolutely no ill effects, he calls to his own magical energy and the stiff blades disappear, retreating.]

yule.

[fuga]

[ Lauralae does not send much to Kirei for the season; he has much, she's already aware, and she has given her time and effort to him in the past.

What she does sent is fresh meat, for the children and the wolves, alongside a series of clothes - things she has found or stolen or liberated, somehow, and passed on to him to use. There are boys and girl's clothing, for a range of ages, and all come for a donation to the church and the orphanage.

Next comes a golden swan, enough funding to help pay for what he might need in the future.

The final gift is nothing more than a bracelet, a chain, with a single rune of protection on it. It would be a shame, after all, were he to die. ]