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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[fells]

[ She hadn't expected anyone to know her name, so when she first hears it, her muscles tense as she makes a motion for her weapons- but she knows that voice. How could she not? Out of everything that pains her when looking back, the thought of her sisters is but one of the few she cherishes.

Alleria allows surprise to seep into her face, but she remains guarded. Hope is a dangerous thing in strange lands. ]

Vereesa? Is that really you?

[dragmire]

"It is its own kind of treason," he answered disdainfully. Were it not so frowned upon, he might have done in a number of rivals already. As it was, he had only been able to pick off those who were clearly acting in treachery. "You will find that whatever desire for vengeance you harbor will be hard won. I will not trouble myself with you, but should you be fool enough to strike first, I will find some new form for you that will make the imp seem a blessing in comparison."

[chestbeard]

"Possibly. It's a good place to start sowing seeds. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to, but I work better with some income and some contacts." He sighed wearily. "Maker, but I'm getting too old to start all over again."

[chestbeard]

"You've got me there, on both counts. I might actually need you. If I have to start over here, I'm going to need some capital to get things moving along." Varric had a merchant empire to rebuild. He needed contacts and money and merchandise. Who better to help him get started than Isabela?

[chestbeard]

"Those feasts are something else, aren't they? Not even the Winter Palace had a spread like that." Varric had spent a long time estimating what the cost of such feasts were and gave up when he saw how many plates were being refilled and how many servants were rushing back and forth to manage it all.

[envoyoftwilight]

"It is its own kind of treason."

Which meant to not do it. Midna's challenge was issued, accepted, and while not ignored, not bait to be taken. But to expect to lure Ganondorf, of all people, into a trap, was premature and foolish. He wasn't an idiot. If they hadn't been enemies, in another world, Midna imagined he would have been one very valuable asset.

"Who said I had any intent to disobey the wishes of our masters of strings?" she asked him with a transparently fake sweetness. "I was only asking out of curiosity. That being said, I like myself as I am. If it's treason for me to take action against you, I can imagine you turning me into anything is as much so." Midna shook her head, "You stay your distance and I'll stay mine. I think we can both agree on that."

[chestbeard]

"I'll take your word for it." He eyed the cigar, then the man himself. "You don't look like you're from around these parts. Sharded?"

It was a reasonable assumption. Not many natives had reason to come visiting the Station. It just didn't interest most of them.

ahhhh indeed

[fells]

[ Funny that Sylvanas is so concerned with Alleria being dead, or so that's the first thing that crosses her mind. "Are you?" is what she wants to bark back, half angry, half concerned, as if they were still children and Alleria had to scold her sister for some unwarranted mischief.

It couldn't be more different from that though. ]

Indeed I am. [ Okay, let's have some tact here. ] Sylvanas what- what has happened to you?

[dragmire]

"Agreed. On both counts. It would be a pity to see you changed." He was not a man ruled by carnal desires, but he had an aesthetic appreciation for her beauty. Certainly the red hair put him into his mind his own people, for whom he felt a great hole inside him for having lost them to war and greed. "I think we can both keep our distance and still perhaps both get what we want."

[envoyoftwilight]

His initial words left her unsure of how to interpret them. In a way, while she was vain enough to appreciate the attention, the person it came from made her want to loathe it. Conflicting, more or less, and she doubted this little exchange over 'passable' wine would be the last time she'd be presented with it. So she said nothing and opted for feigning that she hadn't heard it.

"And what is it that you want?" Because land domination didn't seem to be an option. What more could a tyrant want aside from power and sway?

[birdonym]

[Finch's mouth opens, and then he stops. It is the helpless look of a bird caught in his very own trap and now uncertain how to get himself out of it. Reese is really good at that.]

[After a moment, he looks down.] You understand that my resources are highly limited here. It will take time, but I will do my best to develop the means necessary for you to operate in your preferred manner. Please bear with me as I do so.

[HE WILL FIND A WAY TO INVENT A MEDIEVAL MOTORBIKE, OKAY? JUST DON'T MAKE HIM RIDE A FLYING HORSE.

He's also going to have to figure out how to manufacture bullets. And grenades. And ammo for whatever else Reese brought with him because Finch is sure that it is a lot of firepower. (And some zipties.)]

[motherbase]

And you do look like you're from these parts-- Snake thought but had the good sense not to say. Not because he was polite, really. But because he didn't know the stranger so well as to express his own ignorance. His own uncertainty. He was an unknown variable.

"Sharded." He spoke in confirmation. But could not then say where he came from. Was he American? Did he even count as American any longer? Hnn. "And getting less and less pleased about it. You?"

[lyorning]

[The Dragaeran language had never needed a word for stars (or hadn't for a long time), but Aerich had studied countries outside the Empire. He had a loanword, albeit one he had to remember the meaning of.]

So, these are 'stars'. I could not say how the stars of my world dance, as they are not easily seen from the Empire.

HIIIII

[shewasvery]

"To your health," she replies, raising her own glass and smirking. "Thank you. Very nicely played." She offers her hand. "Victoria Lowell. A pleasure to meet you. Does that always work?"

[depicted]

Medieval, of course. Swords, longbows, crossbows, spears, et cetera. Nothing very modern, I'm afraid, but I'm certain you will adapt.

[shewasvery]

"It's quite all right. My goodness, it's been some time since I heard 'gentleman' used in that sense—if indeed I ever have, outside of books. It's a concept that's gone quite out of fashion in my own day."

(The idle rich never go away, of course. Victoria has little patience for idleness, herself; her family may be wealthy, but idle she has never been.)

[shewasvery]

Berserker? Victoria's long-practiced composure actually slips a little at that and her eyebrows go up in surprise—she can't square the looks of the gent in front of her with the...archaic name.

"Quite new, yes," she says, carrying on nevertheless. "I've only just arrived. You, I gather, are a more veteran resident?"

[survivra]

[ a snort of laughter. ]

Is there anyone who bothers to take forced summons well?

[elentiya]

Some people live to be kicked around, if you ask me.

[ Her tone speaks a lot of what she thinks of them. ]

[survivra]

[ a shrug. ] Some might not have the means to kick back.

Though others—might do little but ask for a good beating.

[elentiya]

There are those with power, and those devoted to lick the boots of those with power.

[ A disgusting truth, but the truth all in all. Well, her truth. ]

If everyone that deserved a good beating got it, most people would spend the days away bedridden.

[ Or dead. ]

[cagedinflesh]

Oh, no. He didn't think at all, he shouldn't have given that name, he realises, too late. But of course it couldn't be Jekyll. Still, the impression Berserker gives is hardly any better. He backpedals, the only option.

"Not exactly veteran, no, yet not so new as all that. -Once more you must forgive my ineptitude in introduction. It is a certain poor habit. Allow me to try again. Dr. Hastie Lanyon. It remains a pleasure."

[shewasvery]

"Likewise, Dr Lanyon." The name rings a bell, distant and barely audible—no time to dwell on it now, of course; Victoria expects that if it's particularly important, her subconscious will make the link on its own and notify her in good time. She smiles, lightly teasing. "You must have been quite a character in your university days to earn a nickname like that. Or do I presume too much?"

[cagedinflesh]

He begins to say 'no', of course not, a little over-excited, perhaps, an altogether unbecoming quality for one such as himself, but nothing that would earn such a nickname. But he sees the chance to explain away the title without any mention of magic and his association to it, so he stops himself.

"Yes, I must admit, I rather was a nuisance. But, well, we all clean up our act in time. Yet nicknames are never forgotten by old friends. Nor oneself, it would seem." Ignoring that he hardly looks twenty, some people age well, of course! There is nothing strange here, don't think about it.

[fulminants]

[ Whoa, hey, in presence of royalty! That's pretty cool, too. Johnny might have no problems bragging, but he's got no qualms about being impressed, either.

He leans forward after taking another sip of his glass, interested. ] Cool. Prince of where? [ He's actually only heard of the British royal family, and that royal family Grace Kelly married into, then there were the Japanese -- but is woefully uneducated about the rest.

(To be honest, Johnny would probably both end up burning Jack's room down and fill it with lingerie models; it'd be heaven with Victoria's Secret angels, baby.) ]