EnsTren: (hi)
Edmondia: (allo - sorry couldn't get back ta ya last night)
EnsTren: (is okkie)
Edmondia: (*huggles* been thinking, I have)
EnsTren: (oh?)
EnsTren: (share)
Edmondia: (mmm. methinks the 'rents are gonna be hanging around - and eventually robin's gonna have to talk to big blue)
Edmondia: (I anticipate an emotional breakdown)
EnsTren: (Krobin or Trobin?)
Edmondia: (Krobin first - then maybe when Trobin calms down, a quiet convo b/w him n' blue boy)
Edmondia: (since Krobin seems to be... a bit unstable in some subtle ways)
EnsTren: (he is a bit unstable, and distinctly unsused to functioning anywhere but a planing room or a battle feild)
Edmondia: (precisely - and oberon knows who he is, wants to know what's going on, wants to know how he's faring - even if he himself is dead in the future, he wants to know how well his people are surviving... and Krobin's gonna have trouble talking about that)
EnsTren: (the fact he has a sword strapped on his back is gonna be a major hint, I think)
EnsTren: (and yeah, K is going to be...edgy)
Edmondia: (*snort* yep. and oberon's not stupid - he knows perfectly well that if he kicks the bucket, well... not many who'd be able to take up that role, ne?)
EnsTren: (and when obbie tries to pull that "smooth his hair" thing he's goning to get burned, litterally)
Edmondia: (I think that's a nervous habit of his or something O.o)
EnsTren: (is cute, but remember, K has a bullet in his skull)
EnsTren: (Obiee: *nervous* *rubrubrub* *!!!* Ow!)
Edmondia: (*snort* ie - Blink. "...you've got a bullet stuck in your head. How the bloody HELL did that happen?!")
EnsTren: ("I got shot, obviously")
Edmondia: (Obie: *rolls eyes* "Who, where, when? How much does it inconvenience you, have you ever gotten that looked at?"
Edmondia: )
EnsTren: (human, fourth and Bowery, depending on how you look at it, a few hundred years since or to, It fucks up my memory, and yes I had it looked at but because the damn thing is iron we can't get it out without fucking me up any more)
Edmondia: (*frown* *much more careful pat*) 
EnsTren: (*blinku* *folds his arms and pout/glowers*)
Edmondia: (*chuckle* You've grown up, little one...)
EnsTren: (Why do I still have to be shorter than you then?)
Edmondia: (*shrug* Wrong genes, I suppose... you're not that much shorter, now...)
EnsTren: (*mumble grumble*)
Edmondia: (*taps him on the nose* Don't pout - it's unseemly for a king to pout.)
EnsTren: (You slouched, and it's unseemly for a King to have his hair played with, ot to play with the hair of another king, or a traitor with a death sentance.)
EnsTren: (*mercrucial, isn't he?*)
Edmondia: (*muchly* Among family anything is allowed - and you never complained about it before.) 
EnsTren: (As I recall the last time I was vocal in my opions I had my magic ripped from my very being and a timer stuck to my head. But then, my memory isn't what it used to be.)
Edmondia: (A raised eyebrow. "Touche, little one. Bitter, are we?")
EnsTren: (Can you blame me, father?)
Edmondia: (He looked away. "...no. I cannot.")
EnsTren: (And, if I had been on Avalon, which I in all likeliness would have been if I had been permitted to scome and go as I please, nothing would have happened. Our home...)
Edmondia: (...what happened?)
EnsTren: (*presses his lips together and shakes his head, edging away.*)
Edmondia: (*folds his arms calmly* I already know I'm dead - and something like that could only happen if Avalon fell under attack, am I right?)
EnsTren: (...Avalon isn't under attack any more...)
Edmondia: (Tell me.)
EnsTren: (*quiet, a ghost of regrete hangs around him*)
Edmondia: (*quietly* Little one...)
EnsTren: (*stiffens himself* Avalon is no longer of any tactical importance because it can no longer support life with out extrem magical intervention)
Edmondia: (*draws a deep breath* I see... the land was poisoned, then?)
EnsTren: (Worse...far far worse, I..I don't want to talk about it.)
Edmondia: (*softly* Then don't. ...the Children? How do they fare?)
EnsTren: (Alive, not all, but we're alive.)
Edmondia: (A soft sigh. "Then that is all that matters...")
EnsTren: (so you say, so you think, so you are wrong.)
Edmondia: (*quietly* What could be more important than your people?)
EnsTren: (The state some of them are in, the fact we're at war, the fact our homeland is an iron dumping ground.)
Edmondia: (...tend the wounded, battle for your people, dig in elsewhere until you can give them space to breathe - in the end, your people are what you live for, what you must die for...)
EnsTren: (I know, you did)
Edmondia: (*a soft, sad smile* Something worthwhile at last... took me long enough, didn't it?)
EnsTren: (*nods, not looking up*)
Edmondia: (*gently* Little one?)
EnsTren: (mmn?)
Edmondia: (Are you all right?)
EnsTren: (I have a bullet in my skull.)
Edmondia: (That's not what I meant, and you know it.)
EnsTren: (*soft snort*)
Edmondia: (Don't make me play with your hair, little one.)
EnsTren: (I don't know if we can win...humans reproduce so much faster than us)
Edmondia: (...how many still live?)
EnsTren: (a few hundred, I think, scattered all around, more if you count the ones...not exactly alive, shall we say)
Edmondia: (How many still battle?)
EnsTren: (define battle)
Edmondia: (Is anyone fighting except you?)
EnsTren: (Yes, many of us. Though we usually use...less than honnorable tactics.)
Edmondia: (It's a war. That's allowed - that's encouraged.)
EnsTren: (Yes, But I wish we didn't have to kill everything else to get to them)
Edmondia: (...sometimes, you have no choice.)
EnsTren: (*sighs and nods*)
Edmondia: (How long have you been fighting?)
EnsTren: (...you don't want to know)
Edmondia: (Ah... what of your mother?)
EnsTren: (I've been tempted to let her out on more than one occasion)
Edmondia: (A snort. "Wrong mother.")
EnsTren: (......)
Edmondia: (I meant the one who raised you, not the insane one.)
EnsTren: (I know. She's alive)
Edmondia: (*quietly* Alive?)
EnsTren: (yes, she's alive, and she fights like a hellcat)
Edmondia: (A soft, fond smile. "I'm glad...")
EnsTren: (*smiles back*)
Edmondia: (What of her children?)
EnsTren: (...alive, the three are scryers)
Edmondia: (A soft snort. "Do you still not get along?")
EnsTren: (they ignore me now, they ignore everything but each other)
Edmondia: (...I won't ask why... what of the child)
EnsTren: (whom?)
Edmondia: (I've noticed a new redhead on Avalon. How did you manage to raise him?)
EnsTren: (That's Kyubi. He's...very good at what he does)
Edmondia: (...Alexander has grown up into a fine young man. My compliments to his teacher.)
EnsTren: (thank you.)
Edmondia: (I'm resisting the urge to ruffle your hair right now, you know.)
EnsTren: (...When have you resisted and why now?)
Edmondia: (Worried I might embarass myself and you by pinching your cheeks.)
EnsTren: (Gah! *jumps away*)
Edmondia: (*mildly* I said I was resisting the urge, little one. Resisting.)
Edmondia: (*even more mildly* Robin Goodfellow, let go of that chandelier this instant and get back down here.)
EnsTren: (...No.)
Edmondia: (You look ridiculous.)
EnsTren: (*glowers and comes down*)
Edmondia: (A chandelier? You could at least have gone for a rafter...)
EnsTren: (I'm out of practice okay? People usually jump because of me, not visa versa)
Edmondia: (Yes, you cut an impressive figure dangling from light fixtures...)
EnsTren: (Why Yes, yes I do)
Edmondia: (I see your ego hasn't suffered any.)
EnsTren: (I have to have one in order to deal with you)
Edmondia: (You wound me, little one. You wound me.)
EnsTren: (*smirks*)
Edmondia: (...don't think I don't remember where you're ticklish.)
EnsTren: (*bares teeth*)
Edmondia: (That ceased to be intimidating when you finally got over teething... at least now you don't chew on everything you pick up...)
EnsTren: (*growls*)
Edmondia: (*snickers* Robin...)
EnsTren: (*glowers*)
Edmondia: (*snickers more, darts over, scoops him up and ruffles his hair viciously, carefully avoiding ouchiness*)
EnsTren: (*crosses his arms and pouts* care to tell me why I'm not trying to hack you into bits?)
Edmondia: (*shrugs* Latent warm fuzzy feelings? *evil grin* *tickles*)
EnsTren: (GAH! *squirms*)
Edmondia: (Ha! A weakness! *tickletickletickle*)
EnsTren: (*pulls his hair*)
Edmondia: (*laughs* You won't escape that easily! *noogies*)
EnsTren: (*yells and fights him*)
Edmondia: (*laughs more* *fluffs his hair affectionately*)
EnsTren: (*grumble*)
Edmondia: (*chuckles* Now I know how to really embarrass you...)
EnsTren: (Don't make me kick you your ass)
Edmondia: (Don't kick mine... kick your mortal's. I think he's got the security cameras still running.)
EnsTren: (ZZOT!)
EnsTren: (Not any more he doesn't)
EnsTren: (Now, about that ass kicking.)
EnsTren: (*pulls his sword out from off his back with a playful smile* en guard?)
Edmondia: (*considering look* *pulls his sword out of nowhere* *mischievous look* Indeed.)
EnsTren: (let's give the mortals something to record *salutes him with his blade with a smirk*)
Edmondia: (*returns the salute* As you wish, little one)
EnsTren: (*taps swords with him and then attacks*)
Edmondia: question.
EnsTren: meh?
Edmondia: how do we write a fight scene?
EnsTren: use loose terms
EnsTren: in any case I have to go soon
Edmondia: ah
Edmondia: well, we can write a fight scene later
Edmondia: 'cause I don't know how
EnsTren: it's not that hard
Edmondia: ...if you say so
Edmondia: you'll notice how vague my fight scenes are
EnsTren: clashing together, slideing apart, elven steel on elven steal hissing as they dance
EnsTren: vague is good
Edmondia: yep
Edmondia: yay vague
Edmondia: who wins?
EnsTren: they decide a draw
EnsTren: is spar
EnsTren: they get each other winded, smile, salute, bow and put the sharp things away
EnsTren: then flop on couch
Edmondia: and chug mountain dew?
EnsTren: yes
Edmondia: cuteness
Edmondia: and what do the resident mortals think of all this?
Edmondia: talking, chandelier-jumping, tickling, sparring, flopping on couch-ness?
EnsTren: O.o #_% @_* ()_$
EnsTren: etc
Edmondia: hee. ^_^
Edmondia: lessee if we can get a bit more exact...
EnsTren: heh
Edmondia: david is... confused. aggravated. wary. uneasy. anxious.?
Edmondia: he's seen the cuddling/tickling stuff before, but puck's all grown up now
Edmondia: and oberon's... different
Edmondia: ne?
Edmondia: *pokity*
EnsTren: ee?
Edmondia: *tickles*
EnsTren: eeeek
Edmondia: .....
Edmondia: why is it always tickling?
EnsTren: dunno
EnsTren: you have fetish?
EnsTren signed off at 3:29:22 PM.