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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[bythewaves]

[ He startles at the hug, before slowly and shyly the once-scarred hand closes on robes and he nods ]

Where my Lord leads me, I will follow.

awwwww

[songcrafter]

[Eru stood at the agreement, bringing Makalaure up with him. Taking care enough to not dislodge that hand that had so recently feared to reach out from it's hold. And he led the way back out, and on through halls at an unhurried pace, content to continue to spend this space of Time with Makalaure.]

screeeam kamala - feast!

[starspangled]

I think you're the first I've ever heard say that.

[There's amusement in Steve's tone, a little smile on his lips as he stops beside her, over six feet of Grade A American hero beefcake. Except he's not in uniform right now, just in a a plan t-shirt and pants right now, so he looks more like just...beefcake.]

People put bacon on everything these days.

[It's the start of one of his back in my day... stories. But he doesn't understand it. Bacon used to be something of a luxury, especially for him, unless the butcher was feeling especially generous. Now people use it like mustard.]

[the_whip]

No friends or allies beyond one another. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he tipped his head toward her, murmuring in a low rumble, "And that's enough."

He dipped his chin, an invisible acknowledgement of her chiding. But his eyes gleamed, hungry.

"Nothing like a change of scenery to whet one's appetite."

[fulminants]

I'd totally rock the green tights and the funny little hat.

[ Johnny's grin is cocky, entirely at ease with the fact that he could totally pull off the spandex. His uniform might be hidden inside his shirt and tie right now but c'mon, there's nothing in the world he hasn't worn the hell out of.

But that thought flitters quickly away when he gets a chance to study him better, his curiosity about the man's bearing holding his attention for an inordinate amount of time (see, it's strange, he's not usually interested in dudes, not in that way). But hey, he wants to see a pretty light show, right? And Johnny, well, he's never gonna pass up a chance to show off. ]

Magic.

[ So Johnny rolls up his sleeve again and snaps his fingers, letting long, thin threads of flame swirl up, twisting and twining -- it'd taken awhile to master this little trick, and his grin turns into a smirk, his eyes almost glowing. The twining flames reach higher, and he can't help a flair for the dramatic when he sends it shooting upwards in a great burst, startling a couple of others nearby. Oops. ] What can I say, don't try this at home. You in charge of this place?

enjoy it, quite literally osse & uinen are the only other people he reacts like this too XD

[bythewaves]

[ He follows, shyly content to simply be allowed to stay by his Maker's side, and does not speak, content to simply listen ]

[aslandish]

[ Not one to lean against stone or wood, Aslan sits in the grass and contemplates the other openly. It is a rather odd sight, perhaps -- a man clad all in gold, and a lion whose appearance may very well match it.

His tail swishing lightly, a soft rumble sounds in his throat. He has felt it also, though he can see far less than he would under ordinary circumstances. ]

There is great power at work here, the likes of which I have not seen.

[ To seal a world thus - it is indeed concerning. ]

My world is no stranger to visitors -- Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve who came from a world like unto your own. They came by magic or doorways that connected our worlds together.

In the past, I have opened such doorways and shown them the way home. [ However: ] I cannot do so here.

[ The way is shut. ]

[fulminants]

[ Oh, Johnny Storm is trouble, what can he say? He gives her a quick once-over, lazily appreciative. Pretty, relatively no-nonsense; and dropping a stranger's name into the mix, what? He tilts his head and smiles, holding out his hand. ]

Nope. Name's Johnny Storm, or you could call me the Human Torch. [ He shrugs easily, taking a sip of his drink. ] But let's say I'm this guy you said I'm not. What kind of trouble would I looking at?

[fulminants]

[ Well, this is interesting. The guy's staring at him like he's seen a ghost; has definitely lost whatever little color he has going there, and Johnny can't help but be concerned.

Definitely shouldn't have startled the man, obviously. ]

Whoa, buddy. You okay there?

[aslandish]

[ If his name was to appear anywhere, it would be the Book of Life, not Death.

Aslan considers Sabriel openly but does not discourage her from touching his mane. It is soft, softer than one might expect. ]

I have been many things to many people.

[ A cat. A lamb. To answer her question more directly, however: ]

It is the form I have always had. Though I may take others, this one best suits the purpose I was given.

[wipedclean]

[He asked a question and he hasn't received an answer, and his first instinct is to grab the man and slam him against the nearest solid object until he gets an answer, but he's not... he can't... he shouldn't...

His one free hand squeezes into a tight fist and relaxes as he tells himself no no no no no and takes a deep breath.]

Who. Are. You.

[aslandish]

[ It is well that he can sense the difference. Aslan does not especially care for Tash or the Witch who believed herself Queen, but he is not blind to the differences of other worlds.

Aslan tilts his head slightly, something of the brightness of his person shining through for only a moment. It is honesty he appreciates, and he will speak plainly with Lucifer so long as she does him the same courtesy.

He answers quite simply, without embellishment. ]

I am a world maker.

<333 best mama and papa

[aslandish]

[ Alas, Amaterasu. Wagging tails only ever look so good on dogs, not cats.

Cats can purr, though, and Aslan may very well be making a sound somewhat like that when Amaterasu returns his greeting, only deeper, more resonant. He is smiling, eyes bright, and allows her to inspect him as she wishes.

After a moment, he asks: Your name if I may have it. ]

naaaaat! (and locket)

[starspangled]

You should be careful saying things like that around here. I know some people who'd love to change your mind.

[And settle her in for magic classes. He can just imagine Hermione now. Anyway, Steve's little face pops up in her locket, an easy smile on his lips paired with relief in his eyes.]

It's good to see you.

[Even if it would probably be better to see her back home.]

[aslandish]

[ Ah, Draco. He cannot fault you for that, really. What Aslan does isn't necessarily magic, but he has no love for evil witches. ]

I'll not keep you from it.

[ A dragon and his meals are serious business, after all. ]

Your name, if I may have it.

[with_a_smile]

"It was before, and it will be again." The harsh light in her eyes smoothed out, and she turned, brushing a cool kiss on his cheek, light, but lingering.

"Whet your appetite? But when are you not hungry?"

feast/courtyard

[wipedclean]

[It's really astonishing how well such a large, intimidating man with a metal arm (currently in a sling because thanks fairy magic and not liking technology) can blend into the background and be unnoticed. Most of the time these days he doesn't bother, he doesn't have a mission, he's not stalking anyone, technically he's not the Winter Soldier or the Asset anymore.

But then again, he doesn't really know who he is.

But he sees her across the room, and he recognizes her. There was the bridge, where he saw Steve, where the Bird was, but he didn't have wings at the time.

And her.

He follows her through the feast at a respectful distance. He doesn't want to corner her or interrogate her or attack her, he just wants to watch her for a while.

If she doesn't confront him, he'll follow her out to the courtyard, where he just finds a bench and sits down, saying nothing.

He's curious. About her, and what she'll do.]

[psalmed]

Even great change makes it feel an understatement, monsieur.

[But at least he'd added the great and she smiles a bit more genuinely. One does have to adapt fast, when thrust into a new culture. This isn't an introduction at Court after months of studying it.]

I live in Versailles, now. France. The Court of His Majesty Louis XV who is in God's grace.

[Well that is a mouthful.]

What of yourself? Where is it that you come from?

[fulminants]

[ Oooookay, the guy looks like he's about half a sip of champagne away from killing him (and is that really a whole metal arm? That's pretty badass). ]

Johnny Storm. You might've seen me in the papers. Or on TV. Or on those tabloids.

[elvenwise]

I have no doubt that some would be compelled to answer the call for help, even if they knew there was little chance of going back home.

[ Elrond does not mention whether or not he'd be one of them, and his tone is neutral enough to give no clues as to his thoughts. ]

[elvenwise]

[ Who cares if anyone else is looking. Let them. Elrond has absolutely no problem with clinging to the guy who looks just like him. It's been literally an Age (and a half) since he's seen his brother. ]

Minutes. Your sense of timing is impeccable.

[ He tries to smile through his tears. ]

A few hours, no more. I am so glad to see you, brother.

[wipedclean]

[It would be badass, but about 80% of its badass factor is nullified by the fact that it doesn't work and is being carried in a sling right now, but that doesn't mean he can't kill this guy but he's not going to.

He lets out a deep breath and shakes his head.]

No. Haven't.

[He hesitates, then figures he should... probably offer an explanation? Maybe? So begrudgingly, he adds:]

You... look like someone.

[elvenwise]

[ The pallor can be taken as a species thing. Some Men are naturally lighter than others, and Elrond does no wish to make assumptions until he has more facts. But the symbol? That is interesting. ]

Indeed. It seems many of our invitations left out pertinent details.

[ He pauses, voice softening. ]

There does not seem to be an easy way home, from what I have learned so far.

[mortalhalf]

[His thought exactly. Elros grinned again, pulling back just barely enough to attempt to see Elrond's face. Almost a mirror to his own, but unique in ways he knew well, even years since he'd last seen it. Even wet with tears that he knew also were mirrored on his own face.]

Good. [Finally his voice was steadying.]

Someone has to keep you from your studies. [Gentle tease, as if no time had passed between them at all. As if they were still children. Elros tightened his arms around Elrond again, as if the grasp could get much tighter.]

You have been missed as well. Dearly so. [Words echoed but needed not to be said to be heard between them.]

[elvenwise]

[ Decorum schmorum. She's allowed to cry and laugh and sing, do whatever she wants in regard to emotions, even if it's all at the same time. There is very little that Elrond will deny his only daughter.

But her reply is just a little worrisome. ]

Why can you not? Has someone threatened you?