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

[Locket]

[gelenka]

I too have faced your quandary. Though I mourn the death of my brother, I do not miss his temper. [Or the abuse. That's hard to miss.]

2!!

[demotion]

[altaïr isn't necessarily stalking lara, he's just...around her. he's been slipping in and out of rooms as quickly and quietly as he can manage, steps light and silent on the floors. how she even manages to have the ability to notice him, perhaps he will never know, but he turns around, his own hand resting on the hilt of his sword. his eyes dart to her weapon and his brow arches. she must know her way around a fight to use something like that.]

What is it that you want?

[his tone is flat (though somewhat demanding) as though he truly has no interest in her answer either way.]

[wipedclean]

There is.

[He scratches his head, a little uncomfortable.]

Not the best person to explain.

[crofts]

( 'know her way around a fight' would be rather a euphemism, sir.Lara bristles at the demand, brow furrowed and mouth caught in a frown. )

A way home seemed a bit optimistic.

( quietly sarcastic. She has dealt with too much already to bend to another's demands. Even before Yamatai had escalated truly into Hell, she had been appalled by Whitman's lack of resilience.

Her bow is strapped to her back, her rifle slung over her shoulder, but her hand stays on the axe.)

Who's asking?

( in fairness he hasnt done anything wrong... yet. )

[uneulogized]

[The dark-nailed hand is a little tacky, almost as if this guy is a try-hard. Weirdly, it's not the stupid horns or the stupid fur-lined jacket that tips Jason off. It's the nail polish. He focuses on them and does a meaningful lift of his eyebrows, as if he's giving off the idea of "judgement."

Deep down inside, he's still a kid. And black nail polish is just an element of something he's struggling to put his finger on.]

I handle it just fine. Do you? If you're so quick to not teach me crappy lyrics, how do I know you aren't giving up on me already? [If he had any strong attachment to this conversation, these words might cut deep into his own flesh.

But they don't and he doesn't. It's a new meeting, in a new place, and he's hoping to use it to his advance.

That he can find the words that would cut deep is just ... a side effect of it all.]

[sweetestsmile]

[Ronin remains thoughtful for a moment.]

In some ways, knowing is easier. But, I suppose, in some ways, not knowing who, but knowing that whoever they are, they will be the best suited is its own comfort.

[If it sounds like a round-about invitation to ask questions, that's because it is. Ronin is thinking about it, so he might as well share, but it's easier to share after a prompting to.]

loses all sense of balance and rolls over

[lycanthnope]

[ Not some kind of pack hazing then. They'd never endanger a-- a human, an immune, whatever she was, whatever he couldn't hold against her anymore. It hasn't been nearly as long since he's seen her; he's going on the assumption that they were all taken together or that she's a hallucination. But he'd better treat the hallucination nicely, just in case. ]

Lydia. [ she's appearing on this locket thing, which means she's alive and well. probably. that's all he needs to know. whether they're hot or cold, whether he's passionately curled up with her or sleeping in the metaphorical doghouse, jackson whittemore will make sure he never sees lydia martin in danger again. ] Who else would it be?

How did we get here?

[debts]

[ Dryly: ]

I'm a KGB agent working towards dismantling the lazy complacency of the American people. [ That's not being very nice. Natasha straightens, only a fraction, and shapes her mouth into a brief mue. ] Well, I was.

[ A nod. ]

1946? [ The year he's from. Trial and error, and it's not like Natasha's a history buff of the timelines concerning technological advancements in image mapping. ]

[lyorning]

Then your own country has a different manner of choosing its monarch?

[He knew some countries in the East treated kingship as another title, passed from parent to child.]

[selfimage]

[ everything about Loki is just a little overly dramatic and a bit tacky. despite Jason's obvious judgy face, Loki take the entire thing in stride. Jason gets a look right back that seems to indicate that he might be suggesting that he's offering a little bit of a pose beneath the scrutinizing gaze. ]

Ah—and here I usually come with a warning label. [ well, he doesn't anymore, but that's sort of the point. ] It's less to do with giving up and crappy lyrics and moreso with our dynamic.

[ there's a casual allure to his words. ]

Meaning I won't leave you to the metaphorical wolves if you sing off-key, but I would like to see the faces of those said wolves when you do.

[kyosu]

Oh, no. The shopping district is hardly...historical.

[ Like seriously. ]

I believe it's one of the most modern zones of the city. The Temple though, I do think one can learn much from its history and teachings.

[invisibletouch]

I'm not a fairy. [She was something much, much worse. But he really had no clue.

None of them did.]

You should stay away. [He seemed young, unaware of who he was speaking to.] I'm not someone you want to talk to.

[His one and only warning.]

[revenchier]

Your name amuses me, Grommash Hellscream. You may not know of me, but every being in Azeroth knows how you enslaved your own people. [ Sylvanas is aware that it was not an action Grommash did with full knowing, but that's besides the point.]

Yet they are not here, either. [ The toy (etch-a-sketch) remains in her hand, all but forgotten at the moment. The artifacts present here were curious, but her company here, more so.]

[fulminants]

Why, because you tried to kill someone?

[ Bucky's discomfort doesn't escape his notice, and Johnny's words are not unkind. The man looks pretty ill at ease, and he wonders why. Were they very good friends, this guy and him? Or --

He scratches his head. ]

Did you have to do that because of this war, or?

[wipedclean]

[He rolls his eyes and snorts.]

No.

[That had nothing to do with here.]

Just... haven't been here long. Not good at explaining.

[uneulogized]

Our dynamic, [he repeats, almost incredulous. Is this guy for real? Given how he actually poses, Jason figures that he has to take him at face value, which is a little ridiculous.

He might be casual and mocking, but he's adding a whole new layer to this that Jason hadn't expected. The more he plays with it in his head, the more he's not sure he talked to the right guy.]

Well, warning labels tend not to make it over trans-dimensional jumps. [It's a poor recovery. He throws his shoulders back.] But I'm sure the wolves can handle a little bad singing. Don't worry about warning labels or censoring things. Or making this all a little more weighty than it has to be. It's just some carousing, right? [He's trying to angle it toward that, to make it clear that he isn't interested in any warning labels.

Later, he'll look into them. If necessary.]

[of_the_lake]

You cannot presume to know such a thing of my, Miss. [Were she a demon or phantasm--he imagined it would make little difference. He wasn't supposed to back down from anyone or anything.]

Were you to strike me down now, that would only spell my weakness, wouldn't it?

[bloodhaze]

Then it would be best if you stilled your tongue then, wretch. Or the next story involving my name will be how I cleaved Azeroth's Banshee Queen in two.

[Who knew they would get along about as well as she did with his son.]

Which I would call a mercy. [The last thing he would want is his men forcibly dragged to this place.]

[revenchier]

One would think that you would have learned your lesson by now, in bleating on that which you know nothing of. [ The tales of Grommash's strength were known even amongst the Forsaken, but Sylvanas would not back down. She was formidable herself, even if her strength came not from raw power.

A bit worse than her relationship with Garrosh, even.]

Then we are both without our people.

[bloodhaze]

[She speaks and talks to him as if he is some sort of child, and that angers him to no end. Already he could hear the whispers of demons in his ear from his cursed blood. He could tell from her armor-- or lack there of-- that she is no warrior. Her armor and slender frame is fit for mobility and fast movement. She would be hard to catch, but if a simple swing of his Gorehowl connects with any part of her--

No. This was not what he had learned from Thrall. He failed him once-- multiple times even. He would not start again.]

If only you were aware of just how quickly your arrogance almost caused an end to this vile "life" that's being held together by dark magic and a corpse.

However, in comparison to slaying a God, a queen of dead, forgotten spirits is hardly a battle worth fighting. [Even though he hadn't killed Mannoroth yet, him and his Warsong still slew Cenarius. He was pretty proud of this!]

[envoyoftwilight]

At first she said nothing. In another day and age under other circumstances, she could recognise the traits in him that would have made him an intriguing person to be around. A misfortune that things had to be the way they were.

"I would never let you forget me," she replied, as composed as he. Beauty and brains, Midna had them both, and to some extent, both were admirable, she supposed. "Because I certainly won't be forgetting you." She couldn't. For everything he'd done and would do, Ganondorf was worthy of a spot at the forefront of her mind.

[revenchier]

[ This time Sylvanas does laugh, though it's bitter and short.]

You insult me as if you think I do not realize what I am. Such petty insults mean nothing to me. [ If there was one thing Sylvanas was always aware of it was this: that she was undead, a creature that would never truly be welcome amongst the living.

To the rest of his retort, she tilts her head, waiting for him to finish.]

This queen of the dead enslaved a Dreadlord, rather than fall into slavery of one. [ The fact that Varmithras ultimately betrayed her is a moot point here. ]

[louder]

"Adam's here, too?"

The thought gave Blue plenty to pause and think about. If she was here, and Ronan was here, and Adam was here, it stood to reason that Gansey and Noah would be, too. She wasn't sure how or why Chainsaw would be separated from the Kerah she loved so well, but if Adam was already looking for her, she and Ronan could focus on finding the others. And maybe Maura...

She blinked and shook her head quickly to come back from the space she'd zoned out to. "Do you even know where we're going?"

[sweetestsmile]

We do. A new Queen can be chosen only when the full moon and the summer solstice coincide. The current Queen travels to the appointed place and selects one of the specially grown pods, and once selected, that pod will be filled with magic and bloom in the moonlight, when the full moon is at its zenith. That magic passes the Life of the Forest into the new Queen, whoever she might be. Though, I'm not certain exactly how the new Queen, or the pod itself, is really determined.

Apparently it's "all about the feeling."

[Though he's smiling, there's something heartbreakingly sad in his eyes.]

[demotion]

[he doesn't dare remove his cowl. he doesn't trust anyone here not to kill him, and even if templars are not visible yet, he assumes they are somewhere

still, she addressed him first and it's as though she's making it seem like he approached her.]

If there is a way here, there is a way home. [it's only logical, isn't it?] My name is Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad of Masyaf. Who are you?