TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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eeee beleg

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[Celebrimbor felt much as Beleg does, interest and curiosity chased right at the heels of his confusion and discomfort, and his fingers itched to pick apart the works that seem to be so commonplace and taken for granted.

He's making his way outside to the patio, wanting a little fresh air when he sees Beleg sitting off to the corner. Celebrimbor paused, then his eyes widened as he recognized the figure as another elf. There's no hesitation as he quickly strides over, a broad grin highlighting his features. Running a hand through his short-cropped hair, he halted in front of Beleg.]

Though your face is not familiar in the traditional sense, surely you are Sindarin. [His eyes travel over Beleg once more.]

hiiiii i hope i live up to your expectations

[beleg]

[Unlike Celebrimbor, he had never been interested in the hows or whys a tool worked. As long as it did what it was made to do, and did it well, that was all that mattered to Beleg. The tablet computer he was told was a useful tool, at least within the station.

Seeing the other elf approach, Beleg rose from his seat and dipped his head in greeting. One of the Noldo, he could tell though it was not one he knew. Not that he knew many in recent times, since King Thingol had refused to have dealings with them.]

I am. Beleg Cuthalion I am called. And you are Noldorin.

im sure you will! I've heard great things c:

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Beleg? [Celebrimbor's eyes widened and his head dipped down in a deep nod that was far more respectful than his previous abrupt greeting. Indeed it was a rarity for the Feanorian to show such deference to another. But he had heard of the exploits of Cuthalion, Thingol's greatest marchwarden, and the respect was wholly deserved.] I am honored to meet you.

[The grin faded from his face though and he paused the intial delight of simply seeing another elf draining away in the face of the complicated, bloody history of their two peoples. His voice drew tight, and uncomfortable,] And I'm Celebrimbor. Formerly [His chin jutted out defensively,] Of the House of Feanor.

you probably mixed me up with someone else. But thank you!

[beleg]

[With the name Feanor, Beleg stiffened as well. As with his King Elu Thingol, Beleg has no love for the Kinslayers. And that name... He remembered very well Lady Luthien's tale of her time in Nargothrond. But for a Noldor, especially one who had belonged to the proudest house of the Noldor to greet him with such respect was certainly not what he expected.]

I admit that this is the first I have heard of one who would leave that House. And that they would suffer someone to do so.

<3

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[Celebrimor's breath slowly trickled out with those words in a puff of air too harsh or bitter to ever be mistaken for a laugh.] I never said they sent me off with blessings. [The burst of pain as his father's knuckles, hardened by war slammed into his cheek was a memory outlined in fire, and his uncle's curses rang in his ears, echoing the in confines of his skull. Weak-willed ingrate! Spineless coward, useless trash. Traitor.

Traitor

Celebrimbor blinked, and shook his head a little, as if to clear his mind of the memories that on bad days dogged his footsteps. His features hardened.]

But they could hardly stop me without killing me. And even Celegorm couldn't stomach spilling the blood of a nephew. [The hard mask spasmed for a moment before Celebrimbor got himself back under control.]

<3

[beleg]

[And that reaction, the nonverbal cues coming from the other elf and not the words coming out of Celebrimbor's mouth are what convinces Beleg that Celembrimbor might be sincere about repudiating his family.]

I suppose even Kinslayers have their limits. [Beleg dips his head briefly. While he might prefer his own company most of the time, he had never been insensitive to others.] Your pardon for bringing up unpleasant memories.

Re: <3

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[Celebrimbor was still stiff, but he nods back, breath easing past his parted lips. Quietly,] It's all in the past now and I can't blame you for asking. [He licks at his lips, a faint bitter taste at the back of his throat that he forces himself to ignore. His eyes cast down on Beleg as the silence stretches, locking on the tablet.] Ah! [Something to break the silence at least. And change the subject.]

Have you figured out how to use it?

[beleg]

[There was parts of Beleg's life that he was no more eager to share than Celembrimbor was to talk about the repudiation of his close kin.

So he too was happy for a change in subject. He would not have minded silence usually but the previous topic was a poor one to end on. Beleg picked up the table from the table and handed it to Celebrimbor.]

One side, the side that looks like it is made out of glass, reacts with light and pictures when I touch it with my bare fingers. Otherwise, no.

Gah sorry I was so slow

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[Celebrimbor turns animated once more, as the topic turns to far less dangerous territory as he picks up the tablet. It's clear that he's not wholly comfortable with it yet, and he cradles it in his broad, calloused hands, which seem almost too big for the delicate object. He taps out a simple command, pulling up a list of names and corresponding pictures. His brow furrows in concentration.]

I badgered one of the locals here to show me at least the basic usage of one these things. [He doesn't look up from Beleg as he replies, focused on the device in his hands.] It's incredible and I have not an inkling of how it works. But it can store information, can be used for communications...it seems endless really, the tasks it can accomplish. [He pulls his gaze away and holds it up for Beleg to see.] I believe this is a list of the inhabitants here.

[beleg]

[Celebrimbor was at least much more at ease with the table then Beleg was. Beleg had been afraid he'd crush it or scratched the glass by accident]

I see. That does sound useful. Is this their replacement for a book or parchment? [He leaned a bit closer to look at the list of inhabitants, casually memorizing a few names for later.]