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TEST DRIVE #6

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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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( Wasn't what? Intending to send dinner scrambling off into the bush? Lagertha can well-believe that. But upon closer inspection, this girl doesn't seem to know what she's doing out here. One, she isn't armed properly in order to hunt the sort of game she's observed in this forest. Two; well, her confusion.

No matter. Two pairs of hands are better than one. And if she's able to teach this girl how to survive out here, so much the better. Just like she will with her own daughter. )

Then you're about to become familiar with it. ( Leaning down, Lagertha draws her fingers over the tracks left in the earth, and then rises. ) It's heading east. Let's go.

( Walking light will be useful—later. Now, she is taking off at a light jog, not terribly keen on spending all night in pursuit of one boar. )

[ It's her.

He still has her picture from his first boon -- carries it around with him as much as he can without creasing it. But seeing her in person, just the way he'd seen her last (well, actually she looks a little healthier, but it's hard to tell if she's still limping when she's sitting down) by far beats just having a photograph.

It takes him no time at all to be next to her, to wrap her in a hug -- it's been almost a year for him since Olduvai, and their first reunion should have been like this, not the tension and terror it had turned into. He's not going to make that mistake again. She's his sister and as much as he does not want her involved in everything here? He's so happy to see her. ]

Sam.

( Lagertha stands her ground but swiftly brings her shield up to cover her neck and torso when the arrow is shot her way. It lands far too close to her for comfort, and she is in full battle-readiness as she steps lightly, circling wide around the glade, keeping her shield held up in the direction from whence the arrow had come. There is movement before her, as though someone has taken a tumble.

She doesn't ease, not yet. But she is considering the fact that whomever had shot that arrow hadn't meant it for her. Proceeding forth with caution, Lagertha advances as lightly as she might through the snow. With the sort of winter she is accustomed to in her homeland, a little bit of snow is naught to be concerned over. It cushions her footfalls, not crunching beneath her weight so long as she rests it upon the balls of her feet.

Emerging from the brush, she stops short and stares at the sight before her: a young girl, well-armed but currently in a heap upon the ground. A corner of her mouth quirks upward. Yeah, she'd been after the boar, all right. )

As did I. And now dinner is on the run like a cowardly thief.

( Replacing her shield at her back, Lagertha strides forward and waits for the young woman to right herself. She certainly seems capable, a fact which draws respect from her moreso than concern. )

You are unhurt? ( She doesn't appear so, but it never hurts to check. ) If not, let us be off.

[He hesitates, wondering what can of worms precisely will be opened with this admittance.] Aye, I do.

It's the latter, in truth. The Watch dwindles now when Westeros has need of it perhaps more than it had in-- [What had Sam said of the texts he found?] six thousand years. The warring is grave, but not half so grave as what comes down out of the north beyond. Not dragons in the East, either. [Dragons will only kill a man. The Others will make fell use of his corpse and set it upon his kin.] As to why you can't recall, I could not say. Magic is yet strange to me, and the fairies are not very forthcoming with answers.

Two! Were they small or large?

( Her children are not far apart in age from this boy, and yet the way he behaves is so markedly different. Do all Christians encourage such innocence in their youth? It's a cultural difference which she finds interesting, and most curious. She smiles at him, not about to deflate his pride. )

You climbed far up for one your age. It takes great strength to do such a thing. ( And it does. If there is anything she admires and encourages more in children than courage, it is strength. )

What is your name?

[She honestly wasn't expecting to see anyone else out here, let alone hunting. Many of the people she knew were from more modern times, let alone didn't know how to hunt and gather the apparent 'old fashioned way'. Still cursing the fall and the boar under her breath in Gaelic, she looks up when a shadow falls over her, eyebrow quirking before she picks herself up. In all honesty, she's glad the woman didn't help her. It would've just been another shot at her pride.

Merida dusts snow off her dress and her cloak, shaking her hair like a dog to get it out easier than simply brushing it off would have done. When she's done, she looks at Lagertha with a small huff, though a good natured one nonetheless.]

Aye, I am. Thank you for th' concern. [She flexes a couple of joints to make sure nothing is broken before she leans down to pick her bow up, sword rustling at her hip with the movement before she rights herself, hooking her bow over her shoulder with a sheepish smile.] My apologies, m'lady, I didn't mean to scare it off.

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I'm at The Barrel. [ Calmly said, as if it had been her intention all along to drop that on her. ]

This is my business.

Sort of. It belongs to an associate of mine, but I'm pretty much his partner when it comes to these matters.

( Babylon. Her people have travelled far and wide, and yet she knows naught of them ever having reached the shores of such a kingdom. However, the name itself is vaguely familiar, thanks to having a scholarly monk as a house slave, later a friend. She tilts her head, curiosity and the beginning of understanding lighting her gaze. )

I would agree on that score. ( His armour and finery are clearly the trappings of luxury and bespeak of a full treasury. ) We are not required to like it here. The others do not understand that there is no need to side with either party in this war unless there is a substantial benefit or incentive involved.

( She, herself, is not about to become a mindless soldier. ) Power can be taken with the sharp edge of a sword. Allies unaffiliated with these kings and queens might be made. I plan to take stock of every detail before I chart my course.

It seems we are of a like mind in that regard.

( Indeed, she understands. By the outcome of one battle, her husband has been elevated from a farmer to an earl. Life rewards the bold as much as it does those who understand how to navigate the tedious business of politicking. She smiles at him, and then takes another long sip of her wine. )

[He speaks. Daenerys is immobile; the thrill of his presence and voice - oh his voice - shocking through her like a bolt of energy. She swallows and rises to her full height, which is nothing compared to his size. Yet what else can a Targaryen do but show her pride in the face of a Dragon such as Draco?]

My name is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. It is an honor to be in your presence, Your Grace.

[Only a Dragon would merit such a title.]

Oh. Well, that's okay, I can be careful then. I'll keep that in mind. I'm just glad you're all right even if they made that mistake.

[But then she considers the fairies for a moment, pondering.]

Fairies usually have magic, right? Maybe they're going to help with this.....war too? I don't really want to fight.

[Not if she could avoid it. She has the Clow Cards, but even then she's no warrior. Which is what worries her, even if she's trying to stay calm about all of this as best she can.]

Brendan. [he realizes, a little late perhaps, that his manners have been missing and tries to correct it, mostly by calming down and looking less excitable.]

From Kells. Thank you for helping me up.

He had all sorts of visions, and he performed miracles, and founded monasteries, and tamed wild beasts, and...

And he was the greatest illuminator in the whole world.

[brendan pauses to let that accomplishment sink in fully.]

[it is John, and that makes things a little easier. whatever went and kidnapped her (and it is kidnapping, she can't think of it otherwise) took him too. they're in this together.

she hugs him back tightly, trying to figure out what to say at first. "what the hell is going on" isn't right, neither is "are you okay" -- she'd woken up perfectly intact, so that meant there was some sort of doctor in this place, and he looks fine, plus the C-24 should still be working. finally she settles for the obvious.]

Where are we?

[it's unlikely he knows more than her, but it's worth asking. just a name wasn't enough. not when they were supposed to be on the surface, going home.]

[ She's alive. She's alive and she's whole and she's here, and John all but clings to her. God, he's missed his sister. Not just in the Drabwurld but in the ten years before it -- but especially here, not knowing if he would ever see her again. ]

It's- a different universe. [ Science fiction fantasy shit, but after what they've seen? He hopes Sam's willing to take something on a little faith from her twin brother. ] The First World, they call it -- the Drabwurld, Allaidh Darach. A world of fairies and magic and it's in a war to complete a great gemstone that's really powerful. The reason we're here is because we have pieces of the gemstone- in us.

[ John wrinkles his nose a little as he says that, because- well, honestly, he thinks that's the hardest part to believe. ] It's... think of the gemstone as where the Big Bang happened. Parts of it went to various alternate realities, as far as I can tell, and where the shards of it landed? Those are our worlds.

... As unbelievable as it sounds, does that make sense?

Yeah, man, dragons! What, are you not getting the totally un-subtle D&D vibe? [Whatever Connor, he is so not deterred by your Manly Silence.] Delsin. So, where'd you learn to climb like that?

★ WILDCARD -- Outside of CAER GLAEM.

[ It's like walking into a dream, Sakura declares to herself, as she stares in awe at the fairytale in the distance. Even the ones on television pale in comparison to this towering, spired castle-in-the-clouds. Never could Sakura have imagined a place so wondrous. Smiling, faintly wistful, she thinks of how Tomoyo should be here to witness this. Oh how she'd love it! ]

There must be a king and queen inside. A princess too! [ Sakura clasps her hands to her chin, as a blush warms her cheeks.] A whole royal court with ladies dressed in beautiful gowns.

[ Sakura reaches a hand out, as if she were touching the castle. An optical illusion. But if she really were to touch it... it seems like she'd be brushing her fingers across a canvas. The way the sun paints the clouds. Or how the light illuminates the stones, as if the castle itself were glowing. It doesn't look real. It looks like magic.

If only she could just get a little closer... ]

FLY!

[ With a blast of wind and a twirl, Sakura summons her staff and throws out a clow card. Large wings appear on her back in a burst of feathers and light.

She looks up at the giant of a pine shading her. Catch her before she flies to the very top of the tree, or join her up in the air, should your character have the means to fly. ]

[She allows herself a smile, though her posture remains as it is, by no means getting comfortable or relaxed in the least. Even if he hasn't already left such an...impression, she would not want to seem presumptuous.

At the correction, she tilts her head curiously.]

Do you mean to say you're some sort of deity?

[There's a lot of things he could mean by that, but she'll just shoot high, here. It seems safest.]

[alternate universe is so out there that it makes the most sense out of anything. ask Sam not a week ago what she thought about cross-universe kidnapping and she would have dismissed the very concept of it. but she doesn't think John is lying. if he was, he would have tried to make it more realistic. she slowly nods, though her tone's still skeptical. you're asking a scientist to believe in magic, John. not happening yet.]

...Yeah, it makes sense. [but it's definitely unbelievable with some kind of proof.] Though I'm wondering why if we have a piece of this gemstone inside us we didn't know about it before. I mean, it should have shown up in a test or something back when we were kids.

[an x-ray, at least? but it explained why those little things called her "shardbearer".]

Mind showing me wherever or whoever gave you all this information? There was nothing like that on my end.

[so many questions, already. if she keeps on assuming John's not lying, then there's so many things she needs and wants to know.]

[ a quick, understanding nod -- he's never one to waste gesture when he doesn't need to, all efficiency as he is. with his various papers against Eren's gathered experience, he thinks (wryly) that he must seem rather old. but study helps to back up personal accounts, and Erwin's always had a fondness for maps anyway, especially of new, strange places.

still, he doesn't want to tarry long, and that's partially because of Eren's presence, partially because there's so much more to see, and partially because this forest is unsettling in a dark, insidious way. it sets his nerves on edge in a way the forests beyond the wall never could, deep and towering and dangerous though he knew them to be. back there, even though they'd known so little about their enemy, about their world, they'd had expectations to run on. here, in the gloom of La Llorona, he has no such security.

Eren is a far cry from the squads and captains of the Survey Corps, it's true, but he still brings a piece of it, and a companionship that Erwin is glad of right now. ]

I imagine that was in your best interests, [ he says eventually, folding papers and rising to his feet. he turns to look at Eren directly. ] Solo exploration of this place is likely inefficient. [ definitely unwise, but he's learning that could be said for so much of this land.

it doesn't detract from the thrill of discovering it, however. ]

His nostrils flared. He thought (only briefly) on the supreme inconvenience of having one's head suddenly engulfed by rough sack-cloth. It wasn't how he'd been brought here but -- oh, Lord -- he'd been brought other places at other times. He felt an imagined phantom pain across his ribs and a twinging in his cheek, just below his missing eye.

"I was...recruited," Snake answered carefully. Recruitment was such a touchy topic for a man who saw no worthy existence outside of war. And he had not yet decided if the Boss would approve of any of this. Some nights (tonight) he felt like a coward for leaving the problems of the Cold War well behind him.

[ Erwin's head is practically on a swivel. He'd make a joke about it if there were anyone to make a joke to, but he didn't know any of these people around them. So he settles for not making the joke— a wasted chance— as he approaches the other man's side.

Levi's already reaching for whatever food is in front of him to heap onto the small plate in his hand, carefully examining the food as his hand hovers. He's already wary of these fairies and their tricks. ]

I think you'd better check that glass before you take a swig of it again. Pretty sure I saw someone getting too close and leaving too smug.

[ It was good to have a familiar face or two around, anyway. It's too much hassle waiting for new people to get used to his personality. Making friends is hard!! Finding good company is even harder!! ]

Faerie. I know that world. The countries to the east call my home Empire the 'land of Faerie'.

I take it you don't have maps where you're from. Or compasses?

[He figured asking about yacht tours was probably a no-go as well.]

Somehow, I'm not entirely surprised.

[She gets a smirk.]

I never said that. If a little tussle beforehand is what helps get you... interested, I think I can provide that.

Truth be told... Midna only knew as much about Ganondorf as the stories had said. That he was once the great King of Evil who had been sealed away to solidify Hyrule's golden age of providence, for such contentment could not exist with him still in the big picture.

"Would you now," less a question and more scepticism, but she couldn't exactly call his bluff on it either. It was possible that once upon a time he was an entirely different kind of man. It wasn't as if people were at one constant through the entirety of their lives and she knew that. Even by looking at herself she was aware of it.

"Care to enlighten me or is that a jewel you intend to keep to yourself?"

Divine Wind. It's... Well, it's a devil of a thing to explain.

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