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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[revanisms]

...this war has gone on long enough. We all have better things to be doing and there is nothing to learn from this place.

[Said while walking. Revan considers uniting the galaxy against the Sith Empire a better thing to do. Even though it means wiping out the Republic.]

I've only been here a few moments and my mind is made. I'm going to bring this world under one rule and then return to what I was doing before so interrupted.

Since you're from Corellia, it means one of two things. You're a gambler or you're a soldier who gambles. Which is it and what do you plan to do?

[individualist]

Do you think me a fool? I won't accept those same lies Heaven so oft whispers into the ears of humanity.

God is always one step behind me. Do you honestly believe I would accept that here, for no apparent reason, that trend would change? Your timing is just a coincidence?

[SHE'LL GET USED TO HIM BEING A GENUINELY GOOD PERSON...eventually. Hopefully.]

[unknots]

I'm a demon... or a spirit - friends try to make me a person, but I can still see past your face.

[His expression's changing minimally, but he's interested right back, if in a current of winding air at the moment, as it were - and that something-different... Could it perhaps be the Fade she smells...?

And he doesn't mind, but she wouldn't care if she did, he takes it; animals usually "are", not that met any that had an element of Fade to them while being real in the way that animals are - the changing, that is. An element of magic, wherever and whyever the magic dwells here, with the mages...

On that note - in the tone of lightly catching the question asked, bending it with hands naturally in the action of turning it back, soft emphasis on the article of address and the last word - ]

Are you a mage?

I haven't seen any of the mages here float yet... [And that last bit was rather just a thought out loud. "For" him.]

[allures]

[better. she tips her chin just slightly at him. she's safe, as far as she's concerned. if she's not, at least she has a knife hidden in her boots. carry it everywhere, she's learned.]

Effy. [she glances in the direction of the great doors to the halls, not bothering to ask his name in return,] Library's got better answers than most people here.

[her eyes find his again. she's scouted that library too many times to count. if he wants answers, he's going to need to be more specific.]

kamala khan/ms. marvel | marvel-616 | seelie

[kamalleable]

[ arrival feast ]

[ She's only half paying attention to the guide offering descriptions of the food and upcoming festivities in the Seelie court, too entranced by the way the tables avoided bending under the amount food loaded onto them. It reminded her of the nights when she'd break her fasts with her family, table loaded with almost double the amount of food with the sole intention of spending the night with your family.

Sure. Okay, she can handle this. It's not much different than accepting she belongs in a world where guys like Tony Stark and Wolverine are actually around her, that she's one of them. Well. Almost. She can handle being around faeries and living in the woods and castles and pretending she can belong so long as no one asks her about the fact that she's deliberately avoiding all the meat items on the plates, preferring instead to pick at the obvious salads and vegetarian type things.

Things no one ever told you when you become a superhero: you still have to ask if the food is acceptable to eat. Kamala lingers over a roast pig, her face contorted into a mix of disgust and awe, taking her time to inhale the smell. ] It doesn't smell as good as I thought...

[ later | misc. ]

[ Faeries. She got dragged into the forest, castle, thing by faeries. The shock didn't linger for too long once she realized it was much easier to interact with them once she wasn't ten times their sizes, forcing herself with some additional concentration to shrink down.

To anyone who catches sight of a faerie gathering slightly on the outskirts of the party, you'd notice someone who clearly doesn't belong: Kamala. Dressed in her costume, mask obscuring her face, Kamala is completely different from the rest in her blatant blue & red, the lightning bolt easily visible as she sits on the edge, legs swinging back and forth.

Occasionally as someone walks past them, she'll throw up a hand, concentrating her attention on it to force it much bigger and much more noticeable. Sorry if she accidentally hits you. ]

[psalmed]

I fear I have not read any fairy stories in many years.

[Not since she was young enough to believe in such things but, well, here she is and perhaps she should have believed more in them.]

I am new. I am finding it very different from my home.

[But she hastens to add.]

Which I do not believe to be entirely a bad thing but I am a creature of familiar comforts. How long have you been here?

[idealistic]

[ oh. well. he supposes that would make sense. except a fork is clearly the better utensil to use, since it can grab things better.

(don't listen to Lloyd Irving) ]

Why didn't you say so? Here, let me just... [ and he's gonna go ahead and rrrreeeeeaach on over and pull the whole platter closer to her. have fun, Eiko. ]

[sfoils]

[ There's nothing to learn from this place strikes Wedge as the same kind of haughtiness displayed by the Empire. They just got here. To dismiss the entire planet's worth, just like that, strikes Wedge as short-sighted.

How did you manage to pick up Palpatine's twin so soon, Wedge? He bristles at the assumption made by Revan—he is a Corellian who gambles and serves a soldier—not due to it being wrong, but because 1) he made it and 2) it's the same sort of superiority touted by imps against anyone they deem beneath them. ] I'm not CorSec. [ He shrugs. No Corellian stripes here. He'll never earn them either, the Diktat a yes man to the whims of the Empire still. ] I think it'd be premature to make a plan now.

[lifescratched]

[Connor looks over to regard the woman. Her allegiance isn't obvious at a glance, but her clothes, at least, are a lot more like what he's used to compared to the way many people here are dressed.

Still, even with that familiarity, his response is blunt.]

I was dragged here by some of those... creatures. [He gestures to a group of imps causing mischief on an unsuspecting victim nearby.] If that is considered as being lost, then yes, I am.

[pistolproof]

[ Jack knows that look. He knows that look all too well. He'd been on the receiving end of it too many times to even count between the long years of being Captain and First Mate, and during their travels that ended with defeating Davy Jones and Cutler Beckett side by side. It's a look that promises certain death to him and him alone, unless he immediately gets out of sight and stays there until the urge of murder has receded to manageable levels.

Which, considering this is Hector, is extremely unlikely to happen any time soon.

And so, upon catching sight of Hector, Jack subtly and causally (subtly and casually) turns around and, with all the grace and poise that he can possibly possess on solid land, turns around and begins to walk the other way, hoping beyond hope that Hector has not caught sight of him yet.

Even if he has, Jack is confident in his abilities to outrun the older man. ]

[deiform]

L-Lies..? [ he actually looks a little upset and definitely confused. ] .. Lucifer, you know that Father and I don't.. lie. I-- I mean-- [ he pokes his fingers together a little, color rising in his face. ] I guess I try to be a little roundabout about who I am when I'm on Earth so that no one really realizes, but that's because I'm just trying to be a.. normal guy there. And it's not like I'm really lying about it, I'm just not being.. open..

[ he's getting off on a tangent. he clears his throat, glancing back up, brows drawing together. ]

A-Anyway, ah.. I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot? [ he's never been the best with lucifer. between the constant attempts to tempt him into sin, the tsun behavior, popping up at inconvenient times.. and this one seems just as complicated in different ways. ] I don't think you're the Lucifer I'm accustomed to. He usually has a different body. And I'm.. pretty sure I'm not the same Yeshua you're used to..?

[ex_heirborn755]

They are bigger than I imagined.

[Like way bigger. Some are taller than Teddy himself. ]

You could drop in once to someone, you know, just so we know you're not in God jail or on the run.

[you big dumb. Teddy gives him a pointed look. It's a look that says 'one day we're gonna talk about our feelings, but I'm still mad at you so it's not today.' It's a very meaningful look. After a moment he looks away. ]

So, fairies. Do you have a plan or was the Station about the gist of it?

[revanisms]

The Republic then? It hardly matters.

[Certainly wasn't a part of his forces. Not in a getup like that. Unfashionable Sith Chrome was the only way to go.]

Premature to act on them. It's never premature to make them. Only those who are foolish don't have plans for the aftershocks of any major incident.

[thirtybits]

...To stab you in the back? Most people don't work that into their plans, but whatever you say...

[There's the sheepish laugh.]

Or if you're saying it's like an RPG, then I'm not allowed to come along anymore, right?

[lifescratched]

Six months... That is a long time.

[A painfully long time, in a war, though it might seem a short time in any other situation. It can take only a week of fighting, a day, an hour, to be cut down in battle. It's impressive she's lasted this long.]

The imps explained the situation here briefly. [Very briefly. They seemed more interested in teasing him than explaining anything.] What more should I know?

[sfoils]

[ Is 'lock s-foils in attack position' a plan? Sithspit, I miss my X-wing... Apparently, the Alliance Starbird emblazoned onto his jumpsuit didn't clue Revan in as to Wedge's political allegiance. ] Just because I'm not openly discussing my plans doesn't mean I don't have them. [ Shavit, I don't even know if he'll stick a vibroblade in me as soon as I turn around! ] We've been conscripted into a war that has nothing to do with our planets. That concerns me. And that's what I'm going to focus on. [ Because if these people can bag one of the rebellion's best pilot like a drugged womp rat, Wedge dreads to think what else they're capable of. Whatever happens, he must thread carefully.

For some reason, he thinks of Alderaan. It does nothing to soothe the growing pit in his stomach. ]

[thedominatrix]

Irene's smile only hooked harder, a sharp red twist, eyes slitting in what looked like real pleasure. Careully, she stepped away from the door, and towards the man snapping at her; "Or what? I'll trip and end up in fairyland?"

Men in suits making threats. Always, men in suits making threats. The cold and disdainful interest of a well-accustomed blackmailer raised its head within her like a lazy snake. At least from how he dressed she could tell he was no native of this place; probably a recent arrival, like her. She sauntered closer, lay the backs of her knuckles against his upper arm, very gently. There was something responsively feral in her; something wild and uncanny which strained her prettiness and seemed too large for her small frame.

"Relax, darling. The unthinkable has already happened. At least you didn't spill your drink, mm?"

[foraneye]

So were many of us, though I've heard rumor that some came willingly.

[She's not especially fond of the imps, but starting a fight by attacking them seems like a poor idea.]

I don't like it either. But here we are. I thought it best to familiarize myself with our surroundings.

[demotion]

[no, of course they can't. there are too many that doubt the ability to leave, but- france! he knows that land, has heard of those who have travelled far to reach it.]

Do you know of Syria?

Jack Sparrow | Those movies about pirates | Unseelie

[pistolproof]

01. - Welcome Feast

[ This isn't London. He's been to London before and he knows for a fact that this isn't it.

He'd been making his way there because he'd caught wind that one Joshamee Gibbs was going to hang for the mistaken identity of being Jack Sparrow. Who Joshamee Gibbs was definitely not, seeing as he is Jack Sparrow the one and only. And Gibbs has been a good First Mate to him, he hasn't mutinied him or thrown him overboard unlike some First Mates Hector Barbossa, and he doesn't really want to go through the trouble of finding a new First Mate once Gibbs was gone.

But this is undoubtedly Not London. There is no Gibbs to save here but there is a feast, with sweets and rum. There was also something about an eternal war, but he hadn't been really been paying attention to all that. He's a pirate, not a solider.

And so, bottle of rum in hand, he makes his way down to the deserts. Because chocolate is very hard to come by where he comes from, and he doesn't plan on letting any of it go to waste. You might want to stop him before he eats it all. ]

02. - Wildcard
[ Insert your own piratey adventure here ]

[cockade]

[Arno would be a rather poor Assassin to not notice Rider's eyes following him, but there is some comfort found, at least, in how he does not feel threatened. There is much gossip about the newcomers, words about what's been happening within the Draubworld recently, and even rumors of locations that would give answers to those who seek them out.

Still, when the man approaches him with his hand extended, Arno does not balk in surprise (certainly blinks at first, because even for a man like him who is at least six feet tall, being greeted by another who is much taller is always surprising). There are many youth and adults who he has come across in his time in Paris and aided them, and they have called out to him in delight whenever they see him once again.

Arno! What cheer, my friend?
It is good to see you again, Arno!
Godspeed, my friend!

Here, perhaps, are not the same people, but Rider's greeting reminds him of home all the same, and the Assassin can only return a smile as he looks upwards.]

Well met, monsieur. [He does not return the overly friendly tone that the other has, but he is no less courteous in reaching to shake the man's hand. He may be French, but even the French can learn to change their greetings for certain people.]

I would say I am well, but unfortunately this is my first experience being captured by imps. [Wry humor, at its best. It's what he uses to show he has some control over something in this whole mess.]

[lifescratched]

Were you brought here recently, as well?

[She makes it sound as if she was, so perhaps she won't have as much information as he'd hoped. But if she came unwillingly, too, perhaps he can at least trust her, unlike those here who are likely more loyal to the king and queen.]

[akweks]

[Wow. Generally speaking, Connor tries to be polite, but this woman is getting on his nerves. He bristles, adjusting his positioning so he can hang off the side of the wall with one hand.]

What does it matter to you?

gently touches

[starspangled]

[That feeling is more than mutual. Steve's had friends come and go, made new ones, but there's not another like Sam Wilson. His timing couldn't be better either. Steve feels like a little bit of foundation is firmly underfoot again.

Steve takes that hand with a smile, grips it, and then willingly goes into that hug. Bros before fairy woes.]

What war is that, the war of the bulge?

[Steve nods to that plate again. Sorry, he's just gotta give you a little more shit for that, oh Master of the Biggest Breakfast. But then his smile softens.]

It's really good to see you too. Good friends make all the difference here.

that's how we do

[akweks]

[Connor freezes as he's called out, because what the heck. He is obviously going to need to restrategise the way he climbs. Why do people keep telling him to use stairs... stairs are for chumps...

Rolling his eyes to himself, Connor climbs up a little further until he can perch on an outcropping, peering down.]

This method is usually a better way to go about undetected.