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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[powercharge]

[If this was an anime, Chie would get a sweatdrop on her head right about now.]

Uhh... right. I didn't even know there was something called that, but I'll remember.

[This guy's weird.]

[conservationist]

[wow rude]

Anyways, even if we don't have to worry about a time paradox, we still don't know how to get home yet. Let's focus on that. I'm sure time will work itself out somehow.

[merelychewed]

I will have to take your word on it. [ Draco can't fit into any library, after all. The title she gives him gets an amused snort, at least. ] And I did not realize I was anyone's Grace, lass.

[enjoymyatelier]

[...okay did he look at this servant funny where he could see it during the apparently ill fated Holy Grail War that may or may not be El-Melloi II's timeline

what the fuck is wrong with you, Parallel Kayneth

how did you fuck up so bad]

...Second Magic, I'd presume, as I don't remember dying at all, so you'd likely be from a world where I'm apparently a complete idiot, apparently...

[auuugh he is going to need to fix his foot when he's done with this, thank God for healing magic.

...was that other question rhetorical or genuine interest

...more importantly, would this fuck seriously get away with killing someone at the goddamned feast.....]

...and it's all interesting, so I really wouldn't care either way.

[enjoymyatelier]

...hah, then maybe you will get impressive quarters. Really, though, I would hope they would account for sapient nonhumans in the ranks, given the mix we have already...

[...actually, he's kind of surprised there aren't more. that... is a bit surprising, though. He's not entirely sure how he feels about it --- on the one hand, non-magical sorts getting magic is offensive to his sensibilities, but on the other hand, she's a centaur, so...]

Ah, well, I think everyone here can learn a bit of magic regardless of their origins. It might have to do with Shards and whatnot, though I'm not entirely certain.

[merelychewed]

An awfully high title to be giving a tired old lizard, Daenerys Stormborn.

[ Not that Draco is terribly shocked by it. In better times, he'd been addressed as Lord Dragon more than enough, so it got a smile out of him. ]

And to what do I owe the honor of such company? [ For he must assume that House was a capitalized one, though that could mean anything from minor nobility to royalty. ] You are surely not here for the sheep.

[merelychewed]

Well, is it literally a wind? Of some kind?

[illuminatingbrendan]

Over two hundred years ago.

[...plus a good thousand or so to get to connor's date of origin, but hey, who's counting?]

[babbylon]

[Doubtless enough narrative space even exists to convey how badly you fucked up, Parallel Kayneth.

But you fucked up pretty damn badly. Just for the record.]

Your "Magics" do not concern me, mongrel. Don't change the subject.

[Adding insult to injury, Kayneth's hopes are dim for rescue. To the onlooker, it just seems Gilgamesh is smiling at a private joke and inflicting this poor man beside him with ill humor. Never mind the real threat of immediate expulsion—from this plane of existence, that is—and the infamously bad temper of an infamously volatile Servant.

But if Kayneth is, indeed, not a complete idiot, he may note that Gilgamesh is... hesitating. Or, to use a better phrase, refraining from lashing out for some reason. It's definitely malicious intent wafting off him, but it's controlled. Contained. Cautious.

He might live to run away another day yet.]

You truly do not remember? [Eyes flicking over the rim of his goblet, narrowing.] If that's the case, they've done you a most terrible cruelty.

[knockedaboutthehead]

Not entirely. It's more a manner of roar...

[Granby scratches the back of his neck, trying to figure out just how to explain Temeraire's abilities. It isn't the most dignified display for a captain in the Aerial Corps, but then, Granby isn't a very dignified person to begin with, no matter how expensive a coat Iskierka puts him in.]

A roar so powerful that it can splinter trees.

[dragmire]

He chuckled and shook his head. "Princess Midna, you overstate how invested I am in what you think. It does not matter what you think I am. You might be right, you might be wrong. What of it? I only tell you what's true. This world is a small and dying thing that exists only to be a battlefield. If you care anything for your world, you will do as I do and be glad that you do not need to oppose me here."

He leaned forward on the table, draping his right arm along its edge. The Triforce symbol was dull upon the back of his hand, but by his will it began to glow. But it did not glow with only one symbol as it did for him before. Now there were two where there had only been one. He was missing only one aspect.

[second_time_around]

[He wasn't wrong to be concerned, he thinks, when he sees that blank look on Maglor's face. Calm and distant, and entirely too controlled. But a puzzled look crosses his face at Maglor's words.]

Came back?

[Has he been here before? Or does his son mean from... well. The last time they saw each other.]

[second_time_around]

[Fëanor studies the boy, watching the fear cross his face. It's an expression he's not entirely unused to, especially when people are looking at him. Still, he's not so far gone (or is he?) that he would frighten a child purposely. So he leans back in his chair, a small smile on his face, doing his best to look unthreatening.

He's not entirely sure he'll succeed at that, but he tries.

And he's impressed with the boy's determination to stand his ground, and the pride in his voice when he answers.

Still. This child is not an elf.]

And how did you come to be a member of this house? Surely you were not born into it.

[bythewaves]

[ Still with that carefully crafted politician's face Maglor nods slowly ]

You were here... before. For a while.

[ As if to prove his point, the clock chimes the hour. In perfect Quenya. In Feanor's tones ]

Some do return without memory.

[ You left me again! say his eyes ]

[invisibletouch]

I'm not doing anything like that. [Though she did wonder how he had found out, given all the noise that was going on.]

I've never eaten anything like this before.

[She said, finally picking up some of the food. Prisoners didn't particularly get lavish meals.]

How could you tell that I was hungry?

[illuminating]

[She sits like an impatient child, after following him in her line of sight, fidgeting, sighing heavily through the nose. But before much longer, he's returned with the savory treat, and she stands to greet him, tail waving behind her. Teeth set to chomping down in the center of the skewer and she tugs at it to loosen it from his fingers. Or snatch it, if he makes her.

Either way, she plops onto the floor and holds it between her paws to shear the meat free. When she chews, she gazes at him blissfully, contentedly, lazily. Even thankfully.]

[illuminating]

[Oh, my god (can she even think that way, technically being God?), it's really embarrassing???? She's a fucking dignified god thank-you-very-much, but holy— just— she whines in such an appreciative way it must be obvious that she sincerely, whole-heartedly enjoys it. But the baby talk makes a growl build up that pathetically devolves into relishing whimpering.

Careful, because she's trying to bully him through weight and pawing down to ground level with her. If she gets her way, he'll soon have wet dog-tongue to face. This is pay back, bub.]

[glacio]

[ she gives her a look, but it's all kinds of fond ]

Only by a few hours, it's hardly anything to be so jealous about. [ as if she's sure that Anna is very serious right now! but then she's grinning too ]

But seriously, even though the circumstances of your arrival are a little- crazy, the rest of this place... It's like home, in a lot of ways.

There's more magic. And there's the- war. But I have no doubt you'll enjoy it here. At least, I hope you will. I do.

[ which is probably a teenytinybut selfish, but she really doesn't like the idea of Anna being stuck here if she ends up not liking it. especially since, for the most part, this world has only given her good things. friends, a new confidence. practice in her power, and in her people skills, too. which is more important than she even realizes, yeah. but! yeah. none of that matters so much if Anna doesn't end up liking it here. ]

I can't promise you'll be able to avoid ice skating while you're here, though. There's a boy here who has powers like mine, and we may have planned a few snow days in the future.

you should!

[illuminating]

[Don't ask her for suggestions. In her future, she names her son after herself. Goddamn vain as heck god on your hands, Maglor. Her face tilts left and right while she blinks down at the little thing, and if she could hum her acknowledgement to Maglor's response, she would.

Instead, she simply throws her front legs onto the floor in that telling, playful way and wags her rear in the air, letting an array of grumbling whines. Her chin inches along the carpet as she waits for the baby varren's reaction.]

not at all!

[illuminating]

[Oops... Well, she's been often called careless and hard-headed, and she supposes she can at times be forgetful of her own strength. Sorry, new friend! Ears folding, she does her best to convey this by nudging her muzzle up under his fingers after her ruffles her fur. Which... probably.... makes it seem more as if she's only demanding more attention. Not entirely untrue, even if she's mostly being apologetic.

At his question, she groans and those furry ears flatten side ways, almost comically.]

[envoyoftwilight]

Vanity struck again, and yet somewhere inside of her, she knew very well that her thoughts and opinions mattered very little to the Gerudo. His only concern was his prerogative, something he wouldn't be sharing with her easily—if at all, and somehow she got the impression that he had very little intentions of ever gracing her ears with an explanation. She'd certainly done nothing to deserve it. And yet, two could play at that game.

But it wasn't as if she had any great plans set out for her. Just to survive, especially if things were as he said. A battlefield.

She watched him move with wary and suspicious eyes and when she realised it was done intentionally so, her gaze didn't miss his mark. Marks, she supposed. He had one, she thought. Only one. That was what the tales said. Did it mean... one of the others...

No. She didn't want to think that in the slightest.

"...How...?" she asked, unable to conceal her surprise as she brought her eyes back onto his face. "Impossible!" And if she'd been anymore stirred, she would have slammed a hand into the table. At best, it came out in a harsh whisper, as if she had to force the words out.

[illuminating]

[It's ears that prick first when she's moving the spoon slightly toward the pot, and then eyes quickly brighten after. Her head lifts and as far as answering, she squirms on the snowy earth, tongue coming free to lick her snout with an obvious huff.

Hot, cold, whatever. Please, feed her, precious, precious, sweet girl.]

[leloup]

[jeeze, why don't you take his fingers off, too? it's enough to make Bigby almost drop his own skewer, which he thankfully doesn't.]

...Okay, you're a fan of pork. Good to know.

[incredibly vital information to stow away for the future, obviously. that said, she seems happy enough. call him a sap, but that's enough to erase a good deal of the prior exasperation, which wasn't really even exasperation at all come to think of it. more like low-grade bemusement. it isn't every day you meet a brazen young lady who speaks your language.

and fuck it — he's getting hungry, too. the remaining skewer he's holding isn't getting any hotter, so it's with less enthusiasm that he starts digging into his, too. the first bite is euphoric in his mouth, dripping with fat and whatever marinade they cooked it in, which really does a great deal to get him going. soon, he's tearing chunks away with as much restraint as he can afford to keep it from turning into hungry abandon.]

how awkward i haven't missed you

[notavirtue]

All Unseelie are brought against their will, I have found. I was taken on the eve of a decisive battle.

[He sounded none to pleased about it, but that was how he talked about practically everything. Javik followed Tassadar's line of sight, crossing his arms over his chest. Athame walked past him, stretching out her neck to smell the newcomer. The Drabwurld was full of exotic scents, and every other month something new walked out of Caer Scima.]

I have not seen your kind here before.

[illuminating]

[Typically, she seizes up for a tense moment when it seems as if he'll almost lose his share, but when he doesn't, she relaxes visibly. It's such a pathetic trait. She doesn't technically even need food. Sure, if she has an Astral Pouch, collecting it will revive her, but this is for taste more than anything.

Even if she pouts, it's still better to share a meal with someone. For once, she's trying to make hers last, but teeth as sharp as hers are made for tearing and tossing, and it's gone within the matter of a minute or so. She grumbles and licks the skewer, not allowing a drop of taste to escape her.]