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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[rekhyt]

[There is a thing crouching in one of the trees, with glowing eyes and a twitching tail, a form spun of darkness. Its voice does not entirely match its appearance.]

Finally up, are you? Good, I was beginning to wonder if the imps had broken you on the way over.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor spins with a snarl, eyes bright and feral, hand dropping to his sword before pulling it away with a pained hiss (he forgets his burnt hands, the mental agony is so much worse) ]

Who is there?

[rekhyt]

[The thing, which blended in well with the canopy, tsked and jumped down to the ground, graceful as a cat.]

Hurt yourself? You'll find that's dangerous in these parts.

[bythewaves]

[ the left is only minor burns, as compared to the right, so Maglor draws the hunting knife instead and glares ]

What concern is it of yours Shadow-beast?

[rekhyt]

[It stretched luxuriously, fur like mist blending into the darkness.]

Judging things by their appearance, are you? That's a mistake, here. Anywhere, actually, but it's something that most people seem set on doing.

Oh, no concern of mine, actually. I just happened to see you getting dragged in and figured I'd stick around. It's also some of the friendliest advice you're likely to get in the near future, though obviously I can't make you take it.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor watches, wary and cautious - this is an unfamiliar place, and he is injured, heartsick and weary - but he has no wish to die, yet ]

What else am I to judge on, stranger?

[ Manners, Makalaure hums a whisper in his mind - the voices have been getting louder, lately ]

Although I thank you for the warning, I suppose.

[rekhyt]

I'd suggest not trusting anyone until you got to know them, if there's really no other way you can get along, but take me, for example.

[And with that the cat shadow thing turns into a tall, handsome young man with six shimmering white wings, two pairs folded and one extended. His eyes are golden and far-seeing, his skin glows golden, his dark hair lays heavy on his shoulders, a collar and strings of lapis lazuli lie against his neck and chest. His face is kind, and distant, but his expression is vaguely bored.]

I can look like this - or anything else you care to name - just as easily. This particular form isn't one I've actively used for a few thousand years, but hey, you look like you're in more or less the same boat, so why not?

so apparently this is cr I never knew I wanted?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor recoils instinctively when the form shifts - the only ones he has ever known to be able to do such are the Ainur. This being has none of the compressed power Maglor associates with them, but there is something about him abyway. Curiosity manages to spark beneath the wariness and pain ]

It might be said stranger, that there is no way of trusting anyone until there is at least some minimal knowledge of each other. Who are you, stranger, who wears many faces?

:D

[rekhyt]

[He changes again, settling into the form of a young greco-egyptian boy, dressed in dark clothing to match their surroundings. The white wings are a bit garish, and standing out like that seemed like a bad business when he was supposed to be in a war. At least, standing out for no reason, when as far as you knew you hadn't been spotted yet.]

You're from another world that doesn't go in for Magicians, are you? It's been rather heartening to find out how many of them are. The weird ones are the ones who claim magicians exist but aren't up to their usual tricks, but I'm starting to think anything really is possible in this place. In that case, to answer your question, I am a most noble and auspicious entity of the Other Place, who somehow got dragged sideways through the elemental seals and landed here.

[The boy shrugs.]

In other words I'm a spirit. Or djinni, more specifically, if you'd rather go with specifics.

What are you supposed to be?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is still wary, but less tightly wound, perhaps. Grey eyes still sharp and despite the pain, the blade in his hand does not waver. He isn't making any threatening moves, but neither is he dropping his guard ]

We had a Sorceror but no magicians that I know of in our lands. A djinni? The word is not familiar to me, your pardon. [ a slightly curious tilt of the head ]

As for myself, I am of the Eldar, those who Men have called Elves.

[rekhyt]

An elf, eh?

[He grins. He seems entirely unperturbed by the weapon - and he is, honestly. He's been threatened with far worse.]

Last I heard, I thought your lot were supposed to be up somewhere around the North Pole. Keeping track of all the good and bad little boys and girls.

[bythewaves]

So they call us.

[ a puzzled eyebrow goes up ] I fear I know not of what you speak, Master Djinni. My people have claimed much of Beleriand, but none of us dwell in the far north.

[rekhyt]

[He grins, hands casually stuffed in his pockets, and does not explain.]

That's another thing you'll run into often around here.

[bythewaves]

[ that eyebrow is never coming down ]

And what is that Master Djinni? Questions without answers, or those who will not give them? [ It is... a little like talking to some of the ainur, actually. That same refusal to give straight answers. Almost despite himself, a bit more of the tension seeps out of Maglor's shoulders, but he remains wary - the ainur were not all benevolent ]

[rekhyt]

Could be either! There's a good number here who are from worlds nothing like yours in the first place too.

[Oh, he'd never claim benevolence.]

[bythewaves]

Worlds like yours, Master Djinni?

[ Maglor eyes him warily still but his wounds are beginning to tell his hands hurt and he's so very tired - there's a barely perceptible tremor in the hand with the blade ]

And ought I fear them, or you?

[rekhyt]

Like mine and unlike. There is a whole cosmos out there to choose from, and the people in charge seem intent on the choosing!

[He smiles wickedly at the question.]

Oh, certainly. But then a healthy amount of fear in the proper situations can be quite useful in staying alive, don't you agree?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor turns that over in his head consideringly - well, he isn't being lied to outright, nor is he being told that he is safe from harm. He is far past the point that any of his decisions have been good, but just this once he is so tired he will trust that he is not in undue danger now ]

It may be seen to be useful, aye - especially in circumstances of the unknown. [ the knife flicks back into its sheathe (the handle is marked with blood and Maglor cannot quite hide the flash of pain) and he drops his guard a little more ]

Are there so many worlds out there? I confess to finding it very strange indeed.

[rekhyt]

[It's not a bad decision, actually, at least this time - but even if it had been, a little knife wouldn't have been able to do much to stop Bartimaeus, not if he wanted him dead. How lucky that he didn't have any interest in killing him.]

We are at war - supposedly, anyway, though it's by far the calmest war I've ever been part of, even taking into account all the boring bits where you're just fortifying your walls. Then again, I haven't been around for as many of those. Certain of my masters preferred to keep their energy in reserve, and only summon me for the really bloody bits. But not our vaunted monarchs this time around, no sir. They haven't even bothered giving us any proper commands, as far as I know. If they have they hardly seem set on enforcing them.

[He notices the blood and the pain and makes a mental note of it, but it's not much use to comment on it now.]

More than I'd ever suspected, based on the variety around these parts. That's how the worlds are, though. Unexpected. Well, to a certain degree - after a point things stop getting quite so interesting. It was almost refreshing to get dragged here and find a few surprises again. Nothing on being at home, naturally, but a sight better than the usual servitude.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs a little, hollowly ]

Our patrons chose unwisely then, if they hope that a cursed son of Feanor will help them win their war - they should have taken another.

A long siege is not unfamiliar to me, alas, although it seems that it might drag as much for the lack of orders, by your telling. You speak of masters - by that you mean the King and Queen?

[rekhyt]

Oh, you don't need to worry about that. There are plenty of people who got dragged into this who are much more useless than you.

[He sounds surprisingly cheerful when saying this, and also quite matter-of-fact. He does not question Maglor's insistence that he's useless - he'd know best, after all. A good self-portrait of what you could and could not do was always a good thing to have.]

We weren't chosen for our combat prowess, but for some shard of a gem that we are supposed to bear. Apparently it materializes when we're dead, and we're supposed to collect them. All seems a bit rubbish to me, but there you have it.

That's the best I've been told or have seen, though admittedly nobody here seems terribly communicative.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor blinks in surprise at the cheerful insult and then shrugs ]

I can fight, if need be. [ if the sword and the knife and the bow and the armor didn't give it away ] I simply would prefer not to. [ It could also be said that I bring ill fortune to anything I lay my hand to he doesn't say ]

I fear I was not listening when they may have mentioned that part.

[rekhyt]

After a fashion, maybe.

[His voice sounds lazy.]

If that's the best you can do, though, you'd be better served finding some nice, quiet corner to hide in when the fighting gets started for as long as possible. Certainly what I'm planning on doing - I don't particularly want to die, and risking myself when I don't have to makes that significantly more likely.

[He looks - a bit pointedly, it must be said - at the blades Maglor is wearing, and at the hands that could not hold them.]

Well, I'm pretty sure that's most of what's relevant, anyway.

[bythewaves]

[ Just for an instant, that gets a flash of his old fire - the blaze in his eyes that makes him look, briefly, like what he is - a Kinslayer, dangerous and unpredictable. Then it fades and Maglor flushes, because this stranger speaks truth ]

Tis true I am not at my best, presently. [ Maglor acknowledges - both hands ache, the left moreso than the right (the right is burnt so deep that the nerves themselves are damaged - it hurts, but dully, he can barely feel it) - the burns are fresh, still, only days old, and he has not bothered to tend them. A terrible thought occurs to him ]

If the crystals are to be gathered - do our patrons then wish for us to slay those with them?

[rekhyt]

I saw. Looks nasty, whatever it is.

[He doesn't ask beyond that, because really, the cause seems irrelevant.]

That seems to be the idea of it. Now me, I'm just planning on doing what I can to not die, which doesn't include extra curricular fighting.