TEST DRIVE #6

[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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[illuminatingbrendan]

[this child was raised to be extremely polite, but, hey, having your only living relative be an extremely hard-ass monk will do that.]

I don't know. I've never seen anything like it before.

[wipedclean]

[He stops and is silent for a moment before he looks back at Sam. He doesn't hold eye contact for long, but he searches the man's face before dropping his gaze and looking around the area.]

Always have to adapt to something.

[Every time he woke up was something different, different faces, more advanced weapons, different cities. And then he was out, with a head full of conditioning and a world he'd never had to fully navigate before.

Adaptation. It was a mission requirement. And now it's the only thing holding him together.

...that and Steve.

Not to mention everything going on in his head is more complicated and difficult than whatever he has to deal with in the rest of the world.]

[unknots]

[And tilt of the head the other way, just a trace - cue that it's heard and processing; otherwise blank. Too hard? Nay, thoughts just happen!

Murmuring again.]

And flying away would mean that you didn't feel like it - not that you couldn't.

[And, louder:]

-- I'm Cole.

[That is who he is, though it doesn't really address the rest.]

[valiantabsurdity]

[ And Lir... lightly tilts forward to peer at this frown, because interpreting a dragon's anthropomorphic gestures is always a struggle for the questionable of sight. ]

I suppose... if you're innocent, I suppose it would be an ugly feat to slay you, so well past your prime.

[ Because no young, active dragon is this. Big-boned. ]

[knockedaboutthehead]

They were all larger, heavyweights for the most part, and all different breeds, but there are some similarities: speech, flight, a fondness for snatching livestock... But in appearance and personality they can differ as much as humans. The last before I came here was Iskierka. [His entire demeanor changes when he begins speaking about her. There is pride mixed with exasperation and fondness and a deep longing to see her again. He sounds more like a man talking about his own child than a dragon.]

She's a Kazilik. Heavyweight, a firebreather, worth a small country, and the most stubborn, vain, bloody-minded, quarrelsome creature I've ever known.

[And he loves her more than he can properly say.]

[valiantabsurdity]

It's... [ And there's a long glance to throw well over his shoulder. ] A strange of place, isn't it?

[ Laughter, short. ]

I always think the shadows are moving.

[valiantabsurdity]

Maybe to have something to forget again.

[ A nonsensical adage for such a sober face - he delivers it plainly.

And then stares about, helplessly bemused. ]

I haven't seen a horse in some time. Or a deer, or a bear, or... or any large animal. It's all so quiet.

[badlysocialized]

[a frown, as muted as the rest of his expressions]

Men like me don't like surprises.

[depicted]

[how sweet]

That is why I recommended exploring.

[envoyoftwilight]

And he proved her wrong, which was a bitter taste on the tongue. Somehow she reeled that in, however, and a long pause at the rim of her goblet ensued. As she eyed him, she knew her gaze was more judgmental than she probably wanted it to be. But old habits died hard and even if he hadn't known who she was, she still would have looked at him like he was an insect to be crushed beneath her foot.

When she finally did set her glass down, she remembered that she wasn't the imp so quick to stir to anger. She could harbour hostility, but at the moment, there were more important things to attend to than revenge. Besides, hadn't the Hero gotten revenge for her?

"The nostalgia warms my heart the way Light warms the Light dwellers." It was inevitably sarcastic and as much as she wanted to say more, she didn't know what to say.

[badlysocialized]

[why is this man like talking to an amalgamation of root and shaw.

Dorian gets a long, blank look, before Reese summons his sweetest and most sarcastic tone:]

I would appreciate it if you could show me around instead.

[depicted]

[because homosexuals probably]

[Somehow, the sarcasm is even better.] Very well. I'll try not to trip you up.

[Dorian turns and starts walking, lifting an arm and giving a careless wave of his hand to indicate that Reese should follow. He chats idly, comfortably, no fear and nothing to prove.] 21st century, right? Same here. I hope the medieval elements aren't too difficult for you to adapt to—This way, it's the library. [And he turns sharply to walk through a door that looks like it should lead you into a drawing room, and indeed does, except that when you open the door after it you get into Caer Glaem's very impressive collection of books.]

[falconkick]

We do. It's the only way to get by in life.

[ in general. sam knows what barnes means, knows he's talking about the missions he ran with half a mind and a weapon in both hands, but the point stands. people gotta adapt to their surroundings if they're ever gonna get anywhere. barnes just happens to be a whole lot better at it, even if it's for unfortunate reasons.

still. he ain't jumping onto the 'hydra didn't break you' sermon right off the bat. start with the baby steps, like the world-destroying war hanging over their heads. sam gives him a sort of hapless smile, still overwhelmingly impressed by things he can't outright say to barnes just yet. ]

You look good, man. Might not mean a whole lot coming from a perfect stranger, but I think I got a half-decent basis for comparison. You're doing well.

[ between mindless killing machine and the guy that's doing his level best to have a normal conversation? sam'll carry pride for barnes if he can't do it for himself. it's not his place, not really, but. well.

he might do it for steve too. sam can't really help himself when there's someone that needs solid ground, and there's nobody that deserves it more than these two. ]

[monstrous]

So all of this, it's all a bit War Games, yeah? [because his point of reference would of course be 80s teen films]

[monstrous]

[He is all about the judging, judging so much right now] Is that what I look like? It would take a pretty disturbed person to jump right to that kind of conclusion. [of course nice men don't do that haha]

Sakura Matou -- Unseelie AF -- F/SN (Heaven's Feel True End)

[kyosu]

i. At the feast

[ It's pretty simple, actually.

Sakura is frozen in fear.

Feel free to drag her out of the way, because she's not moving anywhere anytime soon. ]

ii. Caer Scima

[ You can find Sakura by the entrance (whatever entrance, because she's certain she's not even completely out of the place and there's probably another gate ahead of her) sitting quietly. She's learned a few useful things since she arrived, but everything is still too new, too raw. ]

I guess...I really am stuck here.

iii. Locket

Um.

[ Have a frontal shot of a very wobbly purple haired beauty. She's trying really hard not to fidget. ]

My name is Sakura Matou, and I was wondering if anyone was familiar with the name Fuyuki City. If you are, please contact me? I would feel a lot better if I knew someone from back home is here.

[wipedclean]

[His gaze flicks back to Sam's face, and he stares at him silently for a long moment, something of a haunted look on his face.

You're doing well.

No. He's not. Because everything he does feels simultaneously like a step forward and a step back, because he's lost and the only things keeping him grounded are adaptation and Steve and he can't rely on those. Not when Steve's on the other side of the war and adaptation isn't really a solution for anything.

Because he doesn't know who he is or what he's doing or what he's supposed to do, because he feels like he's walking on glass all the fucking time, and he still can't even say any of this to anyone, not even Steve, because half the time he can't even fucking talk.

He shakes his head.

No. He's not doing well. Even the memories he gets are fractured. Everything's fractured. He doesn't have a mission, he doesn't have anything.

He shakes his head again and looks away, turning away and walking down a nearby alley and finding a corner to put his back against and slide down into.]

[monstrous]

"That's one word for it," Toby says, not quite as pleasant as Victoria, but doing his best to keep up the act. He stands shoulder to shoulder with her, gazing out at the crowd around them, not minding the fairy still on Victoria's shoulder. He raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. He leans closer to her, like close friends sharing some side conversation.

"So what do we think of this place? The natives seem friendly enough."

oh nooo

[akweks]

[This is unusual. Typically when someone notices him climbing a wall -- which doesn't actually happen all that often, thank you very much -- they yell at him to get down, or throw rocks. Sometimes they shoot at him, which always seemed to Connor to be a little excessive.

But still, the fact that this question is accompanied by none of these aggressive things give him pause. Probably it is not an extremely smart thing to do, pausing while scaling a wall, your back totally exposed. So he keeps moving, a little more quickly now, though he does answer over his shoulder, voice slightly tinged with exertion.]

Information.

ermahgerd hello friend fancy seeing you here (it's jae)

[badlysocialized]

[He turns the locket over in his hands, shakes his head, and accepts this new weirdness with the grace of practice.

It's easier with something that could be considered weird technology. Weird technology, and someone speaking his metaphorical language. His rusty voice tinged with amusement:]

Is there a magical spec-ops team I don't know about?

[akweks]

[Connor looks around for a moment, then nods in a different direction.] There's only one way to find out.

[Holding the dessert high again, he starts off to find a less crowded area, deftly snatching a serving knife off a table as he goes. They need something to slice it with, after all.]

[makestrouble]

[It's okay, Alice. She's not drunk. Tipsy? Yes, definitely. But she's filtering a tiny bit of the alcohol out of her system, and she hasn't had too much...yet.

Helen squints, looking straight back at her as she stares. God, she is so used to that, it isn't even funny. Still, she seems polite. Helen chuckles, bringing the glass back in front of her.]

Well, if you change your mind, this is the one I recommend you try out! It's awesome.

[illuminatingbrendan]

[brendan follows, keeping up a steady stream of chatter as he does and looking up at connor with no small amount of awe. he's been surrounded by monks his whole life and has never seen any man like him before. if brendan knew the term cool then he'd be quick to say that connor is probably the epitome of it.]

Maybe it's apple. Oh! Or berry! Berry is my favorite. I'll bet it used a whole hive full of of honey too. Uncle says we shouldn't eat rich food because Saint Columcille wanted us to lead simple lives, but it can't be that bad. Not if it looks that wonderful--

yay! also Mags has told Gladdy to look after Muscovy if something goes wrong

[bythewaves]

[ A small tip of his head ]

With my brother. [ because Maglor stays close to Maedhros, hoping against hope that he will stay, although he already thinks he will loose him (he looses all of them, eventually) ]

They brought Nyelafinwe here, not a few months past. [ he flicks a quick glance outside ] I can come to you - the moon is up, and I was granted a boon to allow me to travel vast distances by moonlight.

In case of accidental kinslayings?

[lightcatcher]

[Maitimo One son for another, and that he grieves, but then - he is not unaware that Maglor and Maedhros have always been close, and if this is why his second son looks better now, he can see no ill in at least Maedhros's presence, if not in Celegorm's absence.]

Can you bring another with you?

[He would rather see both sons that are currently in this world than only one, if he can.]