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!

Comments

[enjoymyatelier]

...Well, I'm sure it's certainly going to be a change of pace for you, then.

[Magic. Magic doesn't offend his sensibilities.]

What tales have you heard, then?

[deadrising]

[ So crystals are not the real oddity here. Which makes absolutely no sense, but whatever. She shrugs slightly. ]

I am. But I do not know who you are.

[ Excuse, her title is great. ]

[merelychewed]

Cole. [ Draco repeats the name, making a note to remember it, and then draws his head back up again, instead looking down at Cole from on high. ] Has anyone ever told you that you're very odd, Cole?

[ Very odd for a human, at least, but this place is full of odd people. He shouldn't be surprised. ]

[merelychewed]

A divine what now? [ He can imagine the other two, but wind? Wasn't that just breathing? ] Some had been known to manage ice as well as fire, though I am not sure about any of the others, not where I am from.

[psalmed]

Variety of beings?

[Of course. There are creatures here she thinks from storybooks. Faeries and faerie magic and she'd even heard talk of dwarfs. She startles a bit, dips her head.]

I apologize. I was not thinking at all of...where I am now. But why should you find it surprising, monsieur?

[merelychewed]

Ah, well... [ Meeting people. Here it was by chance, unavoidable, but actually making a point to meet someone? Scary. ] Yes, I imagine she would, along with far too many others.

[ But moving on. ]

And I would not worry about anyone hurting my kind regardless of who they are.

[merelychewed]

[ At that, he frowns some. ]

It must have worried him too terribly if he fooled himself into that. It could not have been an easy feat.

[merelychewed]

Do they have powerful mages?

[ Quite possibly, all things he's seen so far considered. His brow furrows and he wrinkles his nose, looking down at the sheep that may or may not cause him so much grief. ]

Pah, like there is any that do not think with their stomach first, even humans, but if it does rile them up so, I will take my hunting to the wilds instead.

[lyorning]

In the world I am from, each has their own kingdoms and empires, each with their own concerns based on their natures.

[psalmed]

Each...person?

[No, that makes no sense.]

Each type of...being? Would that be very many kingdoms that exist in your world, then?

[lyorning]

[Aerich shrugged]

For my people, there are three: the Empire of Dragaera, and two small island nations off its coast. There are many small kingdoms of Easterners, but there is no proper census. Such things change too quickly, as is the nature of Easterners.

Cat-centaurs organize themselves into tribes, for all they occupy land formally claimed by the Empire, and, as for the Serioli, they rarely speak to outsiders.

And your own world? What manner of kingdoms exist there?

[He assumed it was much like the East of his own, given he guessed Lia was whatever her world called an Easterner.]

[psalmed]

All of those words are foreign to me, I am afraid.

[Dragaera? Cat-centaurs? It sounds almost frightful and she is almost checking to make certain her new companion in conversation does not have hooves.]

There are many countries, indeed, but to be quite honest one is much like another. We are all the same species, it is only a matter of where we are born or where we marry.

[lyorning]

[the only clue is he's freakishly tall and has ears that are a bit pointed. Well, that and he's clean shaven, but maybe that's just being a good hand with a razor.]

I have been told that we have been brought from many worlds; I would not expect others to know of my home country. No more than, I'm sure, I know of yours.

[psalmed]

No. I doubt Versailles or France mean anything to you.

[And how strange that is. She does look at him, subtly, out of the corner of her eye because it is rude to do otherwise. At least, until she turns to give a little dip under the rustle of skirts.]

My name is Lia de Beaumont, monsieur.

II ► Brethil (Seelie)

[hersir]

[His breath hits the cold air, visible from the steady and quiet inhales and exhales that slowly draw from his lungs. His arrival in this world was unwelcome and it had come so quickly, so suddenly, a blur of motion. Despite ebbing curiosity about the current situation, he needed to find somewhere familiar, to reconnect himself, to level his own mind, to prepare. The woodland is comforting, it's a warm reminder of what was left behind. There were other activities he could be doing, involving himself within, yet he had simply found himself rooted to the ground, sitting beneath the looming branches blocking the light of the sun, his vivid gaze looking out into space. There was much to think about, much to consider and for the moment he is quiet, not even certain how long he has been sitting upon the soft earth, waiting, considering, weighing his options with the small lingering hope that if he closes his eyes he'll just be amidst a vivid fever dream.

No such luck though. At least this realm offered the ebbing conscious of familiarity; battle, conflict, political tension. These things are enough to keep him focused and after his minutes, hours, days wandering, he's considering moving out of the environment to study more of the people, the culture, the situation. His mind is busy, but aware, he knows this world is not without its dangers and uncertainties.

The Northman's hands move to the dirt to slowly push himself up, it's the weight of his palm upon a small branch that snaps and when he hears the squeal, the sound of four legs hurrying throughout the wood he pauses for a moment before shifting his body to silently stand. If anything he has a good sense of hearing but the realm is eerily silent. Ragnar reaches to the edge of the tree, taking up his shield, his hand onto the hilt of his axe hanging off his belt. In all reality it could be his fault the creature fled, but he's not taking any chances and quietly he stalks past the trees. He's about to round a corner when he see's a figure out of the corner of his eye, and if has always been known he is not one to flee so he squares himself out and turns to face the silhouette half hidden by the underbrush.

When he centres his gaze, what he see's, is not what he is expecting in the least.]

ii (and i love you)

[illuminatingbrendan]

[the snapping twig is only a prelude. it's followed by more snapping branches, rustling leaves, and then a sudden scream as a very small monk comes tumbling out of a nearby tree. brendan lies still for a second, the wind knocked out of him, before finally, slowly sitting up and rubbing his head.]

Ouch.

[climbing trees still isn't his strong suit.]

[lyorning]

[he bowed back; not as deeply as he would for a peer, but it seemed Shardbearers had some status at this court]

Temma, Duke of Arylle.

[keystaff]

Really? I guess I didn't get much chance to try talk to them myself either. Not yet anyway.

[Which doesn't mean she won't at least attempt to try. If she can manage to communicate with the Clow Cards, perhaps fairies aren't....so different? Right?]

[psalmed]

Your Grace.

[She lowers a fraction more. She has manners. Trained into her for years. They might as well come to be useful here.]

Have you been here long?

Oh hello there! c8

[ex_halberd259]

( Holy shit, this thing speaks. This is neither horrifying nor startling for Lagertha; in fact, she is that much more taken with the object, holding it further away from herself to see how it catches the light of the sun. And someone's moving image inside. One corner of her mouth turns up into a wry smirk, because she is already wondering just how much this thing might net her.

But she catches his words, and weighs them before responding. Everyone has one? Well, balls. She snorts, considerably less impressed with the locket. though the little painted picture inside is still somewhat interesting. )

Magic is the province of the Gods. I'm only interested in weapons or a ship. ( Or both, tbh. Also, why is she responding to the talking object as if it's sentient? She's been here for too long. )

Who are you?

Cannot wait for the new season =D

[withbite]

Not sure about gods. Here it's all about kings and queens and the fae. As for weapons, wherever you landed yourself should have an armory. Go raid it. Ships... might be a little harder to come by.

I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore. I think the better question here is, who are you, gorgeous?

[That she wasn't throwing the locket away was a good thing. That she was talking back was another. Well, maybe today wouldn't be so boring after all.]

This is absolutely fabulous!

[ex_halberd259]

( He is interesting. Lagertha takes the full measure of him, and finds that he carries himself with a bearing that suggests authority. Like Haraldson, if he'd had thrice the tones he'd been born with. This man is used to commanding others. She doesn't need to try to guess as much; but whatever else there might be to him, she can't yet fathom.

That is what makes him worthy of note. In this foreign hall, he walks and sits where he pleases. As though he owns it all.

Something that to some degree, they have in common. Because she eats as much as she pleases. If it has been provided for all to partake of such bounty, then there is no need to stand on ceremony. Lagertha inclines her head, the ghost of a smile playing upon her lips, and raises her goblet to touch brims with his own.

The armour is fab. But if she's to be impressed, it isn't me fancy gear. )

Skol.

( The traditional toast of her people. There is no skull of some poor sap here to drink from, but the ornate glass will work nicely. Taking a deep draught from the chalice, she replaces it on the table. )

And thirst. As our hosts have seen fit to provide such bounty, the least we might do is partake.

[enjoymyatelier]

Ah. Well, for fairly obvious reasons, I've never been there, myself, but it honestly sounds like that's a bit fitting for the mood... are they terribly strict about taking books out?

[thequitecontrary]

[How strange that someone has never heard of Yorkshire before, although she's never heard of an Abhorsen before.]

I'm pleased to meet you as well. If you don't mind, I'm not familiar with the title of 'Abhorsen'. Would you be able to tell me what that means?

[Mostly so Mary knows how to address her.]

[thequitecontrary]

Even we fancy tits can have a sense of humor.

[Mama forgive her for the language, it was necessary to prove a point. And so as to prove another point, Mary carefully picks up a plate from the end of the buffet line and looks for the serving fork next to the tray of ham.]