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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caesar silverberg | suikoden iii | unseelie

[thirdwisestar]

i. caer scima

[ Feasts are dull and so are libraries (or so Caesar would claim if ever accused of liking them), but at least with books he can learn something without having to mingle. He's been wandering through it for some time now and, hmm, might be lost, although he's not likely to admit that.

Worse, he's fairly certain something started following him at some point, but he's yet to catch any sight of it...

He'll keep going, though, stopping whenever a title catches his eye and paging through the book. He's in the middle of actually pausing and reading a page for real when the rustle of someone or something gets him whirling around, book held up like he might use it as a club. ]

Okay, that's it! Come out already! You've been following me for an hour, so just get on with it.

[ Whether it's what actually was lurking after him or not, well... ]

ii. locket; open to unseelie and seelie

So, was anyone ever going to mention dozing off in the library is a bad idea? Because I swear that stupid place just tried to eat me...

[ Large amounts of magical tomes, imps, and god knows what else all in one place? Of course that was a terrible place to take a nap in, but some habits die hard. ]

[revanisms]

[That's what happens when one faces a Sith Lord. Albeit, not the gibberingly evil one like Wedge is used to but it's a hard aura to get rid of.]

Come.

[Ignoring that statement, by the way, and motioning towards an exit.]

[merelychewed]

[ Draco is by no means near the size of most dragons Granby may be familiar with and most certainly no kazilik, but still very obviously a dragon. He's enjoying his meal in relative peace up until he notices the man, the one wisely keeping his distance, but watching him nonetheless. His chewing slows some as he watches Granby right back, yellow eyes narrowing, trying to judge what he might be up to. He can't possibly be the farmer, nor some brash knight, but then what?

He finishes what he was in his toothy maw and finally calls out, voice booming across the hills in the average dragon fashion. ]

You there! Did no one ever tell you that it's not polite to stare?

Aslaaaaan /o/

[merelychewed]

[ Most tables aren't suitable for either of them, to be honest. They're very... breakable. ]

Hmm? [ Draco pulls his head up from the sheep he's tearing into, blood smeared across his scales. Even though this is normal for how he eats, it's always a little embarrassing to be caught with a snout full of gore and fluff. ] Ah.

[ A talking lion. Of course, sure, that seems to fit this place. ]

Of course. A sheep tastes like any other sheep, so I hardly expected it to not be.

NICE KNOWIN YA

[lyriumwraith]

What the--get off!

[Fenris manages to get the imps off him rather easily--they don't like his pointy armor and all it takes is a hand through a chest or two before the others scatter, deciding that this one is so not worth harassing]

i. Preemptive apology for this.

[stickanarrowinureye]

[DRAGON.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.

Okay, but maybe not on her own. She's not stupid. Still. Have a small elf stalking you, arrow notched and ready to fire.]

hi candace hi - FEAST

[digophelia]

[ If only the feasts could take more of a serious note to them. As far as she knows, Caer Scima is already making preparations and Alice hasn't seen it this lively since Celegorm was alive. How fitting, considering the majority of the Unseelie she knows tend to easily jump into the frontlines. This would be one of the few last nights in Caer Scima, until Alice was going to head back to the Barrel, slowly relocating there.

It's a tense atmosphere, but the Unseelie have their own bravado and welcome newcomers with open arms. Especially one that would be more misbegotten than most. But none of that was Alice's concern, frankly, she was only coming out of her room to have a look around for the newcomers, just out of curiosity.

There's only so much crowds she can handle before shrinking away. The good thing about the feasts is taking non-perishable food and running back to her room, nothing more. Alice is busy and her mind is racing. The plus about being this small is weaving in and out of crowds and gathering fruits and bread into one of her bags (not the one with bones for the Outsider) and slip out. Her small stature makes her seem like a child sometimes, in addition to her attire. It belays the Unseelie title of "battlemaiden", hilariously enough.

Alice has rushed through with her head low, only glancing to the side when she mistakes a call for her name. Who the hell can be calling her at the feast? Unfortunately, Alice doesn't see who she walks into and is easily knocked over as soon as she walks right into him with a small curse. ]

Ah!

[ God, at least she put the food in a bag, she would have been angry with herself if she was carrying a plate. ]

[turina]

I think I could take a guard. Maybe two. [She handled herself fairly well before, and that was before Lincoln taught her how to fight. She just wonders if they have some sort of pesky magic to use on them... but she isn't 100% sold on the fairy thing anyway.]

Where's Clarke?

[indomitably]

[ You know Cullen, well here comes the female counterpoint, complete with exasperated expression and folded arms.

Nothing gets by Aveline.

... Okay. Except when it does but this isn't an instance of that. ]

That wasn't like that a minute ago. What did you do to it?

[stickanarrowinureye]

Nothing! Why's everyone always blame me?

Maybe you did something to it. Or one of those... small wingamathings.

[knockedaboutthehead]

[The fact that the dragon's first reaction is speech is a good sign. The fact that he has made no immediate move to have Granby as the second course of his dinner is also a good sign. Being boomed at and talked down to by a dragon is remarkably familiar and comforting in an odd way. He begins to make his way closer, still on his guard, but not overly so. It seems more polite than anything else.]

Many times as a lad, yet apparently it did me little good. Dragons here are scarce and vary greatly, and so I must adjust my manner accordingly.

[He has stopped at a non-threatening distance. Non-threatening presumably to the dragon and also out of apparent lunging/snapping/possibly firebreathing range which is good enough for him.]

MY DARLING DEAR

[trainable_lout]

Kou responds first with a boyish grin. A boyish, somewhat drunken grin.

"Go right ahead." He gestures to the seat and shuffles a bit in his own, self-conscious.

Connor (Ratonhnhaké:ton) | Assassin's Creed | unseelie

[akweks]

01. ARRIVING.

[Connor is uncomfortable. To all appearances, he spends the feast hugging the walls and being shy, politely waving off offers of drink. In actuality, he's observing, distrusting of this place and everything within it. Freedom and change are ideals that align with his own, but very easily can such things lead to chaos: as such, he's waiting for chaos to erupt. A court filled with people whose joint purpose appears to be a lack of purpose, it's only a matter of time.

Later, after brushing off attempts to get him to join the party for the fiftieth time, Connor leaves. He makes a cursory round of the inside of the castle before heading outside and circling it. Once he's satisfied that he's seen all there is to see, he effortlessly climbs up a tree in the courtyard and then launches himself to the side of the castle, beginning to climb the wall. Heights have always served him well.]

03. WILDCARD: LA LLORONA.

[Castles may be fine for some people, but Connor has always felt more at ease in the woods.

At first opportunity, he heads out with a horse from the stables, absently pleased to find that even here, in this world full of magic and spirits, there are things like horses that are completely normal. He thinks, anyway.

The woods themselves are shadowy and a little unnerving, and he's on edge as he cautiously guides his horse through knotted roots and twisted branches. There is noise in the distance, twigs and leaves crunching underfoot, and he stands up in the saddle, pulling his bow from his back and silently nocking an arrow. He was warned that there were things in the woods he didn't want to encounter alone. At the time, he wondered that if this were true, why would they build a castle in the middle of it all?

He aims toward the sound and waits.]

[cockade]

[It feels almost embarrassing, having her mention it to him, but he cannot help but smile all the same.]

Yes, well. You know how I am, always looking for trouble. [A beat.] It was bound to find me sooner or later, I suppose.

[Still, he moves forward to make sure that his first concern is addressed.]

You're not hurt, are you?

hey natalie hey!

[lifescratched]

[Connor stops scowling at everything long enough to look surprised, when he feels someone bump into him.]

Oh-- Sorry.

[He must have been standing in the way without realising, there's so many people here. He reaches and offers a hand to help her back up. She's just a girl, after all, and he's not about to take his frustration out on someone probably in the same situation as he is.]

Are you all right?

[sfoils]

[ Normally Wedge wouldn't obey the orders of a guy he's growing increasingly wary of. But when has a Rogue shied away from danger? And, most importantly, does he have anything more important to do than take out his sabacc deck and play cards by himself?

No.

So he follows, expression neutral. ]

oh sera

[merelychewed]

[ And here he was, just trying to have a nice lunch...

Draco's old, cranky, and, after having spent years of being jumped by would-be dragonslayers, incredibly paranoid. She almost gets by without being noticed, stalking up on him the way she is, but at some point he stops tearing into the sheep and holds very still, listening. The urge to lash out towards whatever is after him is strong, but, even paranoid, he's still not mindlessly violent.

When he's done listening, he'll slowly turn his head so one great yellow eye is looking in Sera's general direction, a growl giving his warning a rumbling preamble of sorts. ]

I would advise against doing whatever foolish thing you are planning to do. It will not end well.

[ To... whoever is out there, this one and only chance to rethink whatever it is they're up to. ]

01! Oops oops that's what I meant

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Sera was outside herself, minding her own business. Not at all putting up another prank of any kind around these tight arses. And then tree climbing person comes. Yeah. Okay. WHAT.]

Hey! Weird! You know there's stairs, right?

[digophelia]

[ How embarassing. Of course, Alice's first thought is to grab her bag. ]

Ow.

[ In Drabwurld, she's been in two major battles, climbed on a dragon's back, been kidnapped, stabbed, and knocked out, but just this once, she'll whine. Once Alice has her hair out of her eyes, she glances up to the man, her lips pressing into a frown. Apparently she has a habit of crashing into very large men, too. Rather timidly, Alice takes that hand back up, only because that was a pretty nasty spill.

It's not his fault, she wasn't paying attention. Alice makes the unconscious dusting herself off. ]

I'm very sorry, sir. I should have been watching where I was going.

Frank Underwood » House of Cards » Unseelie

[the_whip]

a.

It felt like a dream. A nightmare; patently unusual. He despised sleep as a matter of course, but it seemed always to despise him too, never coming when wanted, always black and empty.

Not this.

His hand had snatched around the foul neck of one of the gibbering, strange-skinned imps while fending them off while they tugged at his suit. The twist came neat and clean behind the heat of his disoriented frustration, but the crack of bone was too real, the sound too familiar, too right. The others scattered at the sound, leaving him to straighten in the middle of the gala, eyes lifting to the crowd around him.

Some hideous themed party, disgustingly disorganised, none of the costumes made any sense... But his lucidity was growing, and for every flaw his cunning latched upon like a cat, plucking out logical fallacies in what might in fact be reality all in the mute moment he had straightened... a sense of dread began to well in him, faster and faster, like blood filling a cut.

"Take this, would you," he informed a passing server, setting the limp body of the imp on the near-empty surface of a silver tray. The other hand snatched a goblet from it, while the one recently divested of the imp waved the server impatiently away.

His face creased as he inspected both the goblet and its contents. And then the crowd again, hunting them for familiar faces. Or at the very least, someone else wearing something fucking sensible.

it ok

[akweks]

[Well. That's embarrassing. People aren't supposed to notice him when he starts climbing things; this is usually not something that happens unless he's being stupid about it.

Connor pauses, looking around from his perch on the side of the wall. He's pretty sure he wasn't being stupid about it.

He looks down.] Not to the roof.

i would go so far as to say golden

[deiform]

[ unsurprisingly, then, the feed winks out and jesus is suddenly perched in the grass beside aslan, leaning a little into his side. 99% of the time, jesus prefers to be human-- he'd been born that way, he'd lived that way his entire life, and people can relate to him as long as he's human. but around people like aslan, he can be a little bit more like his father, and that's just fine. ]

I like this shape, by the way. [ 'lion of judah' and all. he's partial. ]

[lifescratched]

It is very crowded. People bumping into one another is inevitable.

[He surveys her as she dusts herself off. She doesn't seem to be too badly hurt, whining or not, at least, although he is somewhat curious about whatever's in that bag she's carrying.]

I assume you are one of those here brought here to fight this war, as well?

>:3

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Way. To. Ruin. It.]

What?! No. No, you're not supposed to talk with words. You're supposed to growl and be scary. Fire and phwoaaar. No. Just. Shut it! And I'll stick you.

[She meant "or" not and. Probably.]

[merelychewed]

[ The joke's on him, there's no real way to be out of firebreathing range and still be close enough to speak directly. Not that it should come to that. The man doesn't run away screaming, which is a similarly good sign as Draco speaking first is. No swords being drawn is an equally good sign.

Though he'll still snort, nose wrinkling some. ]

Scarce as in all but gone forever, you mean, save the one of this land the Seelie do keep. [ Which is not himself. Suggesting anyone keeps him at all would be a poor life choice. ] So poor manners. Poor sense, too. Do you normally walk up and watch giant meat-eating beasts?