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

i'm pretty sure it's cheating

[akweks]

Not so. Many things can be seen from these angles. More than just by climbing stairs, anyway.

[wholesail]

[The usual surprised swear of Isthar's cunt is not exactly the right swear to let loose in front of the person in question. Of course Sua knows the stories, they were written down too. There's differences, probably, between what's true and what her family wrote down.

The basics are the basics.]

Several of them. They found their way here before you did. Two...nearly three centuries ago.

[Finally, Sua reaches for the wine, takes a long, long sip. This is like dropping a tonne of bricks down, and she needs at least a moment or two to process the absolute surrealness of the whole situation. And who she's talking to.]

[with_a_smile]

A hint of a more honest smile softens her lips; of course, when transported to a world that shouldn't even exist Francis would horrified by presentation. Her eyes traveled over the beast, and her smile turned tilted.

"I rather like it. Suitably barbaric, don't you think?" A long finger taps at her goblet and her eyebrow quirks, and experimentally, she takes a sip from her until now, untasted wine. "A shame about the wine." She admits, conceding his point. "But I think we need our wits about us, don't you?"

[cockade]

[Shush, let your assassin boyfriend worry over you. It's just something he does. He blinks a little before shaking his head.]

I was only making sure. The imps can be playful, it seems.

[A sigh, because this is a lot more than they both ever expected.]

I take it you've only just arrived recently?

[babbylon]

Ah.

[...

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Close relatives of yours, I'm presuming?

[Walked right into that one, that you did.]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Yeah. Yeah. Expertly blah blah blah pbbbt.]

You be careful.

[She takes out her knife and cuts the rope from the dart and then. Yes. Ties the rope to an arrow. It's completely different, okay.

Aim, fire. Perfect hit onto the wall. She'll tie the other end to the tree and Humphs at him in triumph!]

yes thank you

[akweks]

[At times, Connor has been accused of being too trusting. In the wake of betrayal after betrayal, he has sloughed some of the habit off -- but at his core, he believes in the honesty of people. It's something he's found to be both a hindrance and a benefit: most people seem to be too clouded by paranoia to see opportunities.

On the other hand, he could have just gotten stamped on the face. He's glad that he didn't.

Connor eyes the... boxes... at her hips, but doesn't say anything. He's seen strange things even in his short time here, and he imagines it'll come to the surface sooner or later.]

Nothing of any importance, I think. Distractions. Attempts at hiding the true nature of things.

oh my gods Gil you don't just say that to a lady

[notyetlegend]

[It's a good thing she doesn't have a drink on hand or she would've spat it back out.]

What's that supposed to mean?!

[akweks]

[LADY those things aren't cheap. Okay.

Connor just watches with a very gently simmering annoyance. She could have just... climbed over...]

Now what.

[bindsthedead]

I'm honored to meet you, Aslan. [It's not a name that stirs up pages from the Book of the Dead- which is probably for the best.]

You're... you're not just a lion, aren't you? [Or was he a lion at all? Sabriel reached forward carefully, resting one hand on his mane.]

[respired]

[With a little amusement in his tone.]

Define 'troubled'.

[babbylon]

[Finally. One appropriately awed by his presence and showing proper acknowledgment of his station, though he'd expect no less from her. Smiling, he settles down with a drink of his own with an expression that could be best described as coy.

Or alternatively, making no disguises of intent. He's stroking along her opposite wrist with his thumb without a care in the world for that silly mortal notion of boundaries.]

You seem to know your way of this land. I would hear more of your travels, and repay such fealty accordingly.

[respired]

You would fight in any battle you're told to? Like a dog? Because that's the question I've put to you, you realize.

elrond | tolkien legendarium | seelie

[elvenwise]

Feast

[ It is no small thing to be invited to another realm; it is, in fact, something of an honor to know that one's skills are valued far from home. It is another thing entirely to be lied to. Elrond's arrival has not been exactly smooth. He is incensed to find out that the fairies who begged him for healing skills left out some very important information.

Namely, that they are in the middle of a centuries-long war.

He's done that, he's put in his time as a warrior, and wants no part of bloody conflict. But the healer inside of him is less certain. How can he abandon the civilians here to the mercy of their respective rulers? He cannot.

So the Lord of Rivendell wanders the great Hall, chatting with strangers, and finding out all he can possibly glean about the place called Drabwurld. Someone should probably make him sit down and eat. ]

Wildcard

[ choose your own adventure. ]

[bindsthedead]

With counter-necromancy; whether with bells, lesser instruments of power, Charter Magic, or other means. [Such as making sure necromancers actually die, instead of becoming Greater Dead.]

[respired]

[Sylvanas isn't his favorite person, either. In fact, she's basically at the bottom of the list, right there with the Lich King. He scowls.]

You.

[aslandish]

[ You're lucky this lion happens to have nigh infinite patience, Gilgamesh. If something untoward is meant by that comment, it doesn't show on his face.

He merely regards the other with the same poise that he has from the start. Thoughtful and unruffled. ]

I have been many things to many people.

[ A demon, a tyrant, a cat, a lamb -- the list goes one. It does not change who and what he is.

He tilts his head slightly at the question. ]

The In-Between Places of the World have ever been unique, though I cannot say I ever heard tell of this one.

I am no stranger to magic and those who wield it, nor the tides of warring factions. In that respect, it might be called a world like any other.

[ Might, save for the fact that he cannot leave it. That in itself speaks of power far great than any he's seen thus far.

His eyes meet Gilgamesh's squarely, and he states his answer plainly. ]

I see the hearts of men.

[ A great many others things too, but there's no reason to say that yet. ]

[conservationist]

Lemina, right? I'm Oreki. Umm.. Houtarou Oreki, but most people just call me Oreki.

I want to just focus on getting home right away for now, but if that doesn't pan out, I'll keep your offer in mind.

#can't be tamed

[babbylon]

It means I will slay this great beast and name it in your honor.

[This escalated quickly. Really quickly.]

And bring its hide to you, as proof of valor, so noble a king I might be.

[typemoonmoon]

[ Where others may tire of hearing him drone on and on regarding himself, she takes interest in it. Suppose it helps that she can go days without sleep and can travel in the light unlike others of her kind. ]

That's remarkable. I've never heard a man speak resolutely of his goals with as much confidence as you do.

[ ... mostly cause she doesn't pay attention to them. Surely there's a few idiots who ramble on about their intentions on the locket while she tunes them out. ]

[stickanarrowinureye]

Right so. Tomatoes and salt go to another punch. Salty. Reeeaaally salty. Still looks red, people trust the red, they drink it. Eugh salty tomatoes. Then red's bad and they go for the green. Sour! Some still drink the right red so people won't just stop drinking it. And...

It's perfect.

[She's so pleased with herself.]

[lifescratched]

[He nods his agreement.] I do not need any favours from a ruler I do not support.

But... Is it true that our homes are in danger, if our court were to lose?

[wholesail]

A map would help, I presume.

[She's cheerful enough with the statement, but it's more of an opportunity to reach for her portfolio, gently shrugging that hand off before it can get anywhere else. She's no stranger to overly friendly contact, but there's an implication of royalty that has her gut going probably not a good idea.

So, she carefully moves the plate aside, as to get nothing on the cover, and unbinds the string around it. The first thing that falls out is a map - not a standard one, but one marked with all number of trade routes, colour coded and covered with annotations.]

Our ancestor started out in this court, but moved south east out to Leathann, down here. [She taps the island accordingly. All of the routes extend from that central point.] Began a trading company, specializing in spices. That enterprise has continued for four generations now. I'm our primary sea captain of the fleet.

[benumbing]

[Jack had also noticed the triplets, but no more than he'd noticed most of the others gathered here. Not so long ago, he would've had one on either side of him, put on a show as a womanizer before finding some young man to take back to his rooms at the end of the night. A young man probably not unlike this one, truth be told.

But there doesn't seem much point in such a display anymore.]

You could always wear the green tights and the funny little hat anyway. I'm sure it would be amusing.

[It would amuse Jack. That's what he's really saying. He smirks before taking another drink of wine, but his eyes are bright and sharp on the young man by his side.]

What was that you were showing them?

[bindsthedead]

If the Dead are harming the living- or such an attack is imminent. Or if a necromancer is killing people and bringing them back as his servants- either by enslaving their spirits, or using their corpses to house more powerful Dead. [Sorry, for a teenager, Sabriel is used to assuming she's the most knowledgeable person around when it comes to Death and necromancy.]