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

[illuminating]

[Oh, another mother. If Amaterasu knew this, she might have been a little less surprised by Athame's previous warnings. When she drew near to investigate her, the wolf god too elongated her neck to sniff in turn, tail not raised to wag, but swaying behind her legs as if intent to show she was amiable and meant neither of them any danger.

Following this up, her gaze settled on Javik and his open hand, and she moved toward him without any hesitance, unsurprisingly. It had been quite a while, though perhaps it felt even shorter for her—what with the difference in time between Nippon and here. Her fuzzy cheek rested itself against his palm, her ears tipping back docilely with a contented whine.

It was good to see him again.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor trembles, caught in too many emotions. A low whine escapes him, and then he stumbles to his knees before his Maker, hands raised in supplication, head bowed ]

Fo-forgive me Lord for I have sinned.

[songcrafter]

[So many emotions and yet Makalaure's light was there and real, even if faded. Eru watched the form in supplication for a long moment, listening to his minstrel's Song. Then took those raised hands and brought them up to kiss before tugging Makalaure to his feet.]

You are forgiven, my Child. Loved. Cherished.

[bioterrorize]

[When Connor gets all the way up to the roof, there's actually somebody already there. Or, somebody hauling himself up over the opposite edge of that particular battlement at almost the exact same time. Delsin picks himself up off the stone and starts to smack the dirt off the front of his jeans before he even seems to notice that he's got company.]

Whoa! Hey, uh... what's up? --Did you just climb all the way up here?

[He glances past Connor's shoulder, where he can't readily see a ladder, or indeed anything else that might have aided in his ascension.]

Because that's so my shtick, man.

[bythewaves]

[ He does not know when he started weeping, but he cannot seem to stop. He obeys the tug but does not lift his head, voice small ]

Even though I did so much wrong? Even. Even despite the Oath? I. ..I thought there was. ..I thought we were forsaken.

[songcrafter]

[It's enough, and Eru wrapped his arms around Makalaure to hold him gently.]

With every Light there comes Darkness. I accept you back with open arms.

[bythewaves]

[ Held in the arms of Love Maglor breaks, finally in the safest place he has ever known, and he crumples, clinging like a child, weeping as if he would never stop ]

I... I didn't want to! We couldn't. ..we didn't know how tostop. I'm sorry!

[songcrafter]

[As safe as Makalaure could ever hope to be, for Eru would not permit any to touch this Light that needed nurturing. That had been so badly used. That felt so keenly, the Songs of others that it wanted nothing but to join and help them, at all costs to itself.]

I know, Child. I know all.

[bythewaves]

[ he weeps himself to exhaustion, and for the first time it feels as if it makes him calmer, rather than more distraught. He curls against Eru tiredly, empty and utterly exhausted, Light flickering low but steadier thsn it has been since he wished away his heart ]

Is it alright to rest now?

[dirth]

It would, but it would be a great deal more unsettling. I'm glad they went without the violent option.

[ His lips twitch as he puts his hands behind his back, almost absently. ]

I was asked to come, as though they wanted me to walk with them in dreams. How unusual that your invitation was far less welcoming.

no.

[dirth]

And yet you believe they would, somehow, bring us here without leaving Thedas under threat?

[ pls. ]

[dirth]

Commander.

[ More and more of them are turning up, how interesting. ]

Sadly not. There also seems to be a lack of people with the capability to answer my questions.

[darkborn]

Then perhaps have the intelligence not to go around shooting strangers.

[ She sniffs, glaring at Sera. ]

At least I may be an arse with a brain between my ears.

[revolutionized]

[Ah, that's cute. Some of the worry smooths out of her expression.] That's nice of you, but it wouldn't be fair. I helped you out, after all.

I'm Utena. What's your name?

[selfpraise]

[DORIAN DISAPPROVES.]

Does not require magic, but perhaps you're too thick to realise that.

nah it's cool that loser won't dare try something

[selfpraise]

[After a few more carefully aimed hits he raises his staff to draw on spirits to terrify the imps into fleeing.

How do you like that display of necromancy, Fenris?]

Now where were we?

[selfpraise]

The Game may be an Orlesian indulgence, but it had the right idea of keeping your cards close to your chest.

[Her words are telling.]

You must be with the more boring court then, the people here seem far more encouraging of bold acts.

[songcrafter]

[And Eru stood there, holding him without fatigue. Never waivering. And when Makalaure was done, he picked him up and held him closer. When it came to Iluvatar, appearing weak and fragile meant absolutely nothing.]

Yes. Rest and restore yourself.

[He didn't need directions to take Makalaure to the room the elf had been keeping, and that was where he took him. And he stayed right with him, cradling him, for as long as his little Light needed him to.]

[sfoils]

Perhaps you're too thick to realize some people come from worlds without magic. Threatening to set people on fire isn't going to endear you to a lot of people you'll have to fight with.

[bythewaves]

[ He sleeps, and for the first time in centuries, he does not dream, and in sleep he curls close, clinging to Life ]

[metalica]

[ Good man, he says, and it would be enough to make Erik laugh if it didn't remind him so starkly of another gentleman that he knows, instead, he shakes his head, watching Dorian with a carefully measured expression. He seems far too casual, hands still in his pockets and eyes roaming the other man, but he's memorising every moment of this conversation. ]

There are innumerable words for the powers people have here. Magic is only one of them.

[ That's another thing he's sure Dorian will keep in mind. Erik is still rather reserved on the idea of magic vs. mutantism, the idea of being born with magical talent rather than a mutated gene that offers you some kind of intense power no one else can quite compare to -- he distrusts magic as an idea, which makes the Drabworld all the more unsettling.

Still, he shakes his head, watching Dorian and letting his lips quirk, nodding his head once. Are you asking him on a date, Dorian? ]

You're welcome, and it would be my pleasure. [ He's used to sitting and drinking with Morgana. Different company won't change too much, he's sure. ] You can use your new trinket to contact me.

[selfpraise]

I accept ignorance. What I don't accept is ignoring all societal norms.

"Are you a chef? Can you cook something for me right now?"

I see no reason to get along with rude fools.

[He might be more understanding once he's had a chance to cool off, but for now he's just working himself up.]

[sfoils]

You're right, there's no reason. [ Sith knows Wedge's told a couple of general to 'go to hell', which is pretty gutsy if they choose to pull rank. ] But there's no reason to insult a bunch of people that had nothing to do while at it.

[metalica]

[ Touchy and on edge. Plus, you know, the whole almost genocidal thing. ]

No. I was not.

[ Still, the idea of Pietro always being grey gives more to the theory that Peter and Pietro are one and the same. ]

Consider yourself educated.

[lightcatcher]

It does not. [His arms remain around her, tight and secure, afraid against all reason that she will be gone if he lets go of her, if he does as much as loosen his embrace of her.] And yet here I am, and here you are, and we are united again long before I would have thought to see such wonder again. For a wonder you are to my eyes, always, and shall ever be. [They fought viciously and harshly, and yet he has never ceased loving her; to separate for different wishes and goals does not mean the end of a love or marriage for their people, and that is, in the end, what he considered their separation and his departure to Middle-earth. A few centuries, perhaps, is what he thought; an age at most, and then they would be united again. Once the war upon Morgoth would be won and their realms established, she would follow. Or if not, he would return for her and speak to her until she would come with him, come to be reunited with her children, too. That they would be separated until the end of the world, or close to it, was never something that he thought might happen, and certainly nothing that he wished for or planned on.

And to see that their separation did not last that long...] A wonder beyond measure, and more so still for a reunion that I had not considered possible ere the world should end; a wonder that could not be more joyous, and full of gladness. [He turns his head to place a soft kiss on her ear, chaste and daring at once.] And breathtaking, for the most gorgeous of wonders you are, most stunning among them all. [Another kiss to her ear, and he wants to continue in the same vein, but then his mood shifts abruptly.] Our sons; are they with you?