Attention!

[dream_is_a_wish]

[Dreamfinder appears on the feed, interrupting whatever anyone may have been doing on their Mirrors. He will feel guilty over that in a moment but he has to focus.]

Apprentices. Your help is needed in the Kingdoms. Someone is...murdering the Citizens of Main Street. It, will be dangerous but well, you all have something the citizens do not.

[Figment's head pops up over Dreamfinder's shoulder.]

Yeah! You guys have a got Sparks! And a whole lotta of 'em too! Plus, we have enough Sparks saved up from your mission to bring back two more Kingdom Spirits!

[Dreamfinder smiles, resting his hand on Figment's head (more a comfort for himself than the little dragon).]

Please keep your eyes open- I need to get things ready for the next step in freeing the Bayou- but....I can't do it without you. So please, be careful.

Yeah and let us know if you find anything!

Thank you, everyone.

[He gives a gentle smile before shutting off the feed, Figment waving until the screens return to whatever they had been on before.]

Comments

Voice

[creepyoldguy]

Where were you when they needed help? They went looking for you when you were gone.

[He was still pissed that “Dreamworks” didn’t go looking for Lydia when she’d done so much for him.]

Voice

[princess_weia]

He was where he needed to be. That's how come he could find out about it and let us all know, so we can do something. People who are in charge can't always go out and help people directly, even when they want to.

[As an actual princess, Leia is already learning this lesson back home, one that will be reinforced throughout her life.

Like right now; she might not be able to help with the investigation, but she'll still do what she can.]

Re: Voice

[creepyoldguy]

But, not even a word kid, not even a word.

That’s just a lack of interest.

Voice

[dream_is_a_wish]

I wish we coulda.

[It's not Dreamfinder, but Figment sounds honestly sad- unable to hide (or want to hide) what or how he feels.]

Re: Voice

[creepyoldguy]

Why couldn’t you have said something to ‘em? You guys brought ‘em here and then they were in actual cages, and no one says anything?

Video

[dr_riley]

[Suddenly up close and frantic, hair a little tousled, and wearing what appears to be an oven mitt and a cupcake apron because he was right in the middle of something, thank you very much]

WAIT! Excuse me, just a minute, aren't you- Y-

[But the feed has been cut]

DAMNIT! [turns away from the screen with his hands in his hair and a frustrated growl]

Video

[dream_is_a_wish]

[Have a tiny flickering light instead!]

Huh???

Re: Video

[dr_riley]

[He whips around at the sound and is suddenly up close and personal again, snarling into the camera, which might look more threatening if it weren't for the pleated frills along the edges of the apron]

You tell your boss we need to have a chat about a mirror when all this is over with!

video;

[prodigalmess]

[ Malcolm appears on the screen with a furrowed brow. ]

Hi. My name is Malcolm Bright. I work with the police back home and catch killers for a living. I'm willing to offer whatever help I can to try to catch this killer.

[ A pause. ] But.. I'm new here and I don't have any sparks. Is that going to be a detriment to my investigation?

[strangeandunusual]

He's becoming just as bad as Merlin and Hades now, Malcolm. He won't respond to you.

[bitter teen girl? her? NOOOOO. at least she only sounds tired and deadpan as she's gluing a picture frame together... the task she'd been interrupted doing]

Anyway, you don't need Sparks to catch a murderer... But you've at least got one, or you wouldn't be here. It's what makes Apprentice magic possible. At least, that's how he explained it to me when he still actually talked to us all.

[shade. SO MUCH SHADE.]

[prodigalmess]

So the bigwigs don't take questions anymore? [ Lydia's body language screams that she's upset by this. It wouldn't take a profiler to see. ]

Magic is probably what I'm going to have to work on most here because I definitely have no basis for it back where I come from. It's not real there.

Thanks for answering me though. You've been really helpful since I arrived here.

Re: video;

[dream_is_a_wish]

Y-you wanna go out an look for things? Uhm...it's gonna be dangerous.

[But if this guy did this back in his own world...even a limited, Spark-less magic would give him an edge...right? That...that was how it worked.]


Uhm, yeah! I think you'll be fine! We'd love the help and let me know anything that you can find. But try not to go alone....working together, that's the best way, yeah?

video;

[prodigalmess]

[ Malcolm smiles and shakes his head, the picture of confidence. ]

Don't worry about me. I prefer to work alone, but if it will make you feel better I can bring someone along with me.

[ Someone who's been here a while and maybe has a handle on how to use the magic in this place. ]

[strangeandunusual]

[those who heard a certain loud-mouthed demon will fully understand why Lydia isn't as gung-ho to respond as she usually is. there is decidedly hurt in her eyes when she does speak, choosing her words with care. there are more important things at stake than how betrayed she feels, than her teenage hormones and her drama]

Just let me know where to be when it's time to start the purification ... Dreamfinder.

[not Blair. he needs to earn the right to that again, she thinks.]

[voidalviera]

[Ah. Well, perhaps she should make her way over to Lydia's with some snacks in the near future. Rice's seen her other comms on the network, and feels like perhaps beating something up and then eating her weight in sweet foods might help. But also.]

I'm in the same boat as Malcolm, I don't have any extra sparks, but I do have what the kids call 'A big fucking sword'.

[If Rice seems more agitated and foul-mouthed than usual, that's because there are literal murders going on, and she had no idea they were happening to prevent them.]

I'll be there as soon as I can to start helping.

[strangeandunusual]

[the 'what the kids call' comment makes her laugh. bless, Rice. bless.]

Be careful, okay? If anyone gets hurt, I can come and heal you.

[creepyoldguy]

We could give him my Ma’s Netherworld’s Worst Boss mug. Other than some lipstick stains it’s good as new.

Voice

[dream_is_a_wish]

[Figment had the Mirror, but it was Dreamfinder who answered.]

The Pathway to Adventure. It...would be the safest route to the Bayou.

[Short to the point and a bit wavered.]

[connie_maheswaran]

MURDERING?

Ok. So we have to figure out who this is and stop them, right? We have any idea where they last struck?

Oh right...you're gone.

(God, NONE of these people were helpful. Fenton was the only one that gave anyone a bit of assistance).

I'll just go investigate then.

[dream_is_a_wish]

Yeah! Okay uhm....be careful? We don't know who is doing all of this but they're really mad and really, really dangerous.

Voice

[king_of_egypt]

Murder?!

[That word standing out to him more than any of the others. Not just encroaching on their safety or initiating a series of disorganized attacks- but actual murder?! Honestly, he's not even sure how Dreamfinder can appear before them looking so calm with accusations like that, but there it is.]

Of course, I'm sure we'll do everything that we can- but you're sure about the fatalities? Bod- [Not quite able to finish the thought he amends on the fly] Victims have been retrieved?

Voice

[phoenixwiz]

(The mention of murder alone gets Harry highly concerned and angry of whoever is murdering people.)

Well, that is just terrible. (He has witnessed people dying from the Battle back home) Sir, I was wondering. Is there anything we can do to help? Surely we can find a way to stop this person from-

(Then Dreamfinder cuts off the feed for now, leaving him no answers of what is going on.)

Oh bugger, talk about being in a hurry.

[voidalviera]

[She tends to keep her 3M open when she's in her room, pointing at her desk while she reads or makes a miserable attempt at cooking once more. When Dreamfinder of all people pops up and drops that bomb, she stills from where she sits on the sofa with a book on magical theory.]

What? Murder? Dreamfinder, wait!

[The feed cuts off and Rice audibly growls.]

^{Useless, Good for nothing quest information, piece of-}

[Her muttering becomes inaudible as she leaves to go to her room, though you can imagine the rest of it isn't particularly kind. She returns not minutes later in her armour and with her claymore on her back. She picks up the compact and- She looks tired. Angry and tired.]

I'll be going out now. I refuse to let even this sanctuary be tainted by a murderer.

[Are... are her eyes glowing red? Uh oh. Someone might have to accompany her, lest she let her anger and darkness seep out...]

Video

[beancounter]

[It's not possible to tell through his feathers, but Fenton goes sheet white at that announcement.] muh- muh- muh- Murders?!

[He's dealt with petty crooks, immoral buisinessmen, witches, FOWL and supervillans, but... even with all that, nothing like THIS! He found himself trembling from the top of his feathers to the bottom of his webbed feet.

Uhh... um... yeah. We'll be careful. Real careful...

[Fenton was afraid, but after Dreamfinder's announcement had ended, he found himself worried, too. Worried for everyone else on Main Street. Who had been murdered? Had it been anyone he knew? Was the killer still out there? Would they strike again? Was there anything he could do? He was supposed to be a hero, dangit! That meant protecting people... Fenton glanced over at his suitcase. Was it coincidence, or fate that his armor finally activated, when things suddenly got dangerous? He still hadn't given it a full test run, checking out what was working, what wasn't, but... ...it was still armor. He could still shield people with it.]

[Perhaps, at the VERY least, he could do a few patrols? Nothing big, nothing huge... and he couldn't do it IN the suit - it'd tire him out way too quick. BUT... if something HAPPENED, while he was out there, he could quickly put it on.]

[Fenton swallowed thickly, and shuddered again. Murders. Even the witches hadn't been able to actually kill anyone, thank goodness. It seems that... someone's amped things up, big time. Fenton shivvered, and hugged himself, fighting to calm down.]

[smilingarmor]

[As it happened, Sylvando hadn't been doing anything with his mirror at the time Dreamfinder's message came on. It had simply been sitting on the coffee table next to a mostly finished cup of cider while Sylvando was busy putting the finishing touches on his Halloween costume.

However, stitch work was forgotten upon hearing the news that a murderer was abroad on Main Street.]

Oh my goodness! Well of course I'll help find the culprit, darling! Can you tell us anything about-

[And then the feed is cut. He stared for a moment before gathering up his costume materials to put away. He could put the finishing touches on it later; there were dastardly deeds afoot, and potentially, no time to waste.]