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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locket

[smithwork]

'Reliable pieces of information' is a broad spectrum to ask the Drabwurld to delve into. You might get something interesting or the fairies could always send you a cookbook of their favourite cake recipes because they think those are incredibly important.

[ Things are video on this side, not voice. Hiccup can be seen with a wintry forest behind him, and just now is when a big black something moves behind him with a growling grumble low enough to put the bass on an R'n'B track to shame.

He ignores the creature completely, continuing. ]

I've been here a while, I can try to answer your questions if you have any. No charge.

Woah, bigby.

[ashenfashionable]

Thanks. [The troll was not expecting that, and it catches her off guard, but she's still polite enough to thank him!] I can't keep wearing it forever, though, and I don't seem to have a wardrobifier here. So alternatives will have to be made.

[She shakes her head.]

Trolls in the racial alien sense. Not in the mythical human fairy tale sense.

[She has read a lot of Rose's wizard books.]

the station

[leloup]

[it's hard to ignore the panting of an excited dog and doubly so if you're, ah, intimately familiar with the sound. luckily, she doesn't have to expend too much effort to be noticed by Bigby, who only has to glance down to see her sitting by his feet.]

Hey there.

[he doesn't sound perturbed or irritated at all — just very lightly surprised, maybe even pleasantly so, and more than a little intrigued. even a little embarrassed to admit that he didn't hear her padding around, though that's to be expected from a wolf; even lumbering can be dulled into something more manageable under careful paws. there's no mistaking what she is, but...

the more he takes in her markings, exotic and beautiful as they are, the more he finds himself wondering what she isn't. of course he's drawn to investigate. what kind of detective would he be if he didn't follow his curiosity?]

Looking a little winded, there. [he reaches a hand out, offering it to her to sniff.] Or maybe excited?

[if she takes his scent in, she'll discover something that might be of some interest to her: it's very much like her own, lack of divinity notwithstanding.]

locket!

[smithwork]

Who's Jackie?

[ Ask and ye shall receive, friend. You won't receive much because he's using the text function to dictate while riding a dragon at 80mph, but. ]

I know "The" Jack Frost, if that helps.

[leloup]

Point made. If it were up to me, I'd be wearing the same thing every day. [he scratches the side of his face, a little awkwardly.] Kinda already am, so. Might as well keep the trend going.

[—ah. that answers one question.]

That accounts for the horns. I was wondering if you were from a certain tribe. Evidently the point— [went way over my head, the gesture he makes — an open palm cutting the air over his skull — finishes.]

1 slams into this late bc of work, sobs

[firith]

[ He makes every effort to be at the Seelie feast, time and again. Not only is it a precaution against rogue members of the Feanorionnath popping up and having to document those Elves, even just by sight, but he hopes to meet interesting individuals with whom he can strengthen his realm here, tradesfolk and rulers that now mean more to him than they have before in the Drabwurld. Even the kings without a throne can be useful, if appealed to correctly.

He absolutely doesn't expect to see the most notorious of the throneless bunch right there when he turns a corner.

Thranduil's approach is measured without being slow, giving Oakenshield time enough to spot him (and that isn't hard when the Elvenking is dressed in glinting silver, flanked by four armed guards) so as not to spook him. Unblinkingly, his stare rests on the dwarf until he can come to a spot a couple of feet away, letting everyone keep their personal space, and even with that short distance between them the noise of the party seems to fall to the wayside. ]

Your sister-sons have need of you.

[ More than anything else, more than wondering what exactly Thorin remembers, Thranduil tells him the most important details first that he assumes he will want to know, his voice low and unhurried but not without earnest. I held your Shard in my very hands, he privately wonders. Yet here you stand. ]

They are to be found in Cothromach, more often than not. A city away east of this castle.

[smithwork]

A friend of mine comes from that island, her name's Merida. She'd love to see you too!

[ Everyone would, probably, just not with as much hyperactive glee as this guy. ]

Berk doesn't go in for warfare these days, we live with the dragons as peacekeepers. I know we're, uh, sort of weird as Vikings go but I swear I'd never hurt you or your kind.

[lightcatcher]

[...so he lost his heart again. MAGLOR. MAGLOR WHY. He'll have to talk about this with their son.]

I will shed no tears if both courts burn; and trust not their promises of return or staying. Powerful they might be, but cruel and lacking in honor as well, unworthy of trust.

[Which leaves two points on his list - when are you from, when is Maitimo from? and the fate of the silmaril that the Seelie woman held. ...the first question actually is kind of necessary for the second, because what if she's from before their making?]

What time were you and Maitimo taken from?

[lightcatcher]

I shall find him, then.

[After this conversation.

Also have bright grey eyes pin you to the next wall (not literally).] Your mother tells me that you lost your heart again, though it also was returned to you yet another time.

3

[knightscode]

The White Citadel is not yet fully finished, but it has risen quickly. Seelie troops do their best to help, and magic is rife in the area. Mages of all types sink runic magic into the stones, weave protection spells, help move some of the heavy stone.

Lancelot prowls around it anxiously, checking in with troops camped around it. Listening to issues and directing people. He's in the middle of another loop when he spots Merlin watching. In a time of war, nobody standing around watching a fortress is innocent until proven guilty. He rests a hand on the hilt of his blade, catches the eyes of some guards to draw their attention and makes for Merlin with a calm determination.

"I am Marshal Lancelot of the Seelie court. You step into protected territory. State your business."

[badlysocialized]

What if we need to travel far or fast?

[These are your points Finch he's just making them back at you.]

[mining_mole]

[Luckily, he is used to deal with that kind of ego, at least to a degree.

Primary strategy: Ignore. As in, stay silent and simply give them a dark look (but then, that is his reaction to most things, unless there is something that he wants. Which is the case here.]

Have you, then, seen any here who resemble me closely enough to be of my world?

[bythewaves]

[ a worried shrug ] I can take you to where he resides, but I do not know if he will see you. His mood has been very black of late.

[ I am going to lose him again ]

[ he nods, and his eyes flick down meekly, unable to hold his father's gaze ]

Yes. After the time you were here. That was the second.

[lightcatcher]

For what reason?

[Don't lose it a third. ...and he will speak to his eldest son. He doesn't even consider the option that Maedhros might truly refuse it. What worries him more is the phrasing when Maglor speaks of his brother's mood. Considering the younger brother's own fading...] What is it that you describe as "black" in your brother's mood?

[bythewaves]

[ something dark and ugly in his gentle second son's eyes, satisfied too, like a cat playing with a mouse ]

The Seelie Champion killed him. He bartered his life for the Silmaril. She knows better now.

[ he shrugs, and perhaps the level of unconcern is true, or maybe Maglor is just that good an actor these days ]

It hurt a lot. [ He says plainly ] I wished the Silmaril away, where none could ever lay hand to it. And then I spoke of my weariness to my friend, and the magic took it as permission and removed my heart again. It hurt a lot to get it back that time. [ Absently, he pushes a strand of hair back from his face and there is the briefest moment when the moonlight hits at just the right angle to seem to shine through him. Maglor no longer Fades, but reversal... ]

Maedhros... Nyelo is grim and ... speaks little. And... there is only blackness in his eyes. It is. Like after Thangorodrim. And after Fingon... Findekano was slain. He... hates it here so badly, amongst the orcs. But he needs to earn enough favor to get us out. I do not think he is sleeping. He barely eats. He only smiles for me.

[lightcatcher]

A number of emotions flashes across the firstborn elf's face.

Horror at the first, for there is a difference between losing one's life in the strife for a silmaril and giving it up willingly - and hearing of the death of a son of his will never be something that will not make him burn with dark feelings, though the nature of those will differ by cause.

Anger and sorrow and ire at the second, and a number of conflicting feelings at the third, and it is that that darkens his features the most, though what he takes up in words, unable to truly reply to any of it, is the second.] You "wished" it away. [He cannot feel anything specific towards it at the moment, not with all else that Maglor has said. With what else he knows. That will come in time. He would have desired to see it, yet...]

[bythewaves]

Mmhmm. [ careless, as if he doesn't care, and this, more than anything, must speak of how deep it hurts it, to bury all of it behind this playful, unhurting mask ]

How did I put it again?

That the Silmarils, in whatever shape or form they are brought to and resides still in this world, that they be kept safe and inviolate from all that would claim them, saving only my father. That this would be so forever, that none may again lay hand to them saving by my father's leave.

[ He slants a look at Feanor ]

Of course, Will maintained the magic, and he is gone now, and, I suppose, any chance of retrieving the Silmaril with him.

[lightcatcher]

[Will is gone. Well, one good piece of news among all these horrible ones. That is something.]

Did you lose your heart again ere he left, or after?

[bythewaves]

It was Will's magic. [ He shrugs, still with that careless, easy mask ] He thought it might help. It did, a bit. While my heart was gone.

[ He looks away ] The second time was an accident, but Will confirmed that he felt the magic act.

trying to believe in you sera

[dirth]

Am I to trust all strangers I meet, Sera?

[dragmire]

"Does it? I admit, I've scarce thought of you at all in this world." His smile was thin and neither cruel or mocking. In truth, she had been beneath his notice all this time. The Twili had only ever been a means to an end. It could have all easily gone another way, where she would have been his servant instead of Zant. She was not an enemy so much as a nuisance. But, in this world, she now had something of value: a Shard. "It will not please you, but here in this court we are situated as allies, for whatever worth that has."

Certainly he had no desire to work side by side with her or bring her into his own plans. But she could easily become a thorn in his side. It was all a matter of determining how best to work with or around her.

[lightcatcher]

The threat of it happening once more is banned, then?

[Perhaps. If it is rooted in Will's mind... yet if it is rooted in Maglor's, the threat is still present. And while in another he might not think of it this readily, Miriel and her seed have always had a mindset which turned their will into their doom, one way or the other, in small or larger ways.

Yet Will's "magic" seemed less bound to the will than one would expect, and perhaps his presence or absence makes no difference at all, in the end.]

[envoyoftwilight]

Unsurprising. If he had thought of her, Midna would have been immediately suspicious as to the reason why. In the end, Ganondorf had trumped her, much to her dismay. He had no reason to think about her or of her. Until now, at any rate. And truth be told, she didn't expect to cross his mind, except perhaps as a buzzing fly about the face just waiting to be smacked down.

She cocked an eyebrow as she shot a sharp look in his direction. They were to be allies. The man responsible for the ultimate loss of her throne. The man responsible for the plight that had struck Hyrule. Sure, he'd been ultimately overthrown, yet here he was. And she supposed that was for the better. For if Ganondorf was in this world, then he couldn't be in another.

And at least she could keep an eye on him. "Oh, are we now." Less a question and more an unamused 'is that so,' kind of response. "And how do they feel about inner conflict? I do not intend to cooperate alongside you."

[bythewaves]

[ A pause, the unconcerned mask dropping for something more real as Maglor considers ]

I... do not know. Will's power drove the magic, but the second time I had said no word to him, and yet it acted in any case. I have... been very careful with my words since.

[ As he's almost certain what his trigger phrase is ]

[aslandish]

[ Aslan smiles faintly, a hint of sadness in his expression. ]

He did not think it possible.

[ The tale itself over how such a thing came about is long and complex, but he simplifies it as best he can. ]</small. He had never heard a creature speak to him thus, and his fear led to unbelief. It did not matter what I said or how -- all he allowed himself to see was my shape, and he could hear nothing else.