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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Wrathion | Warcraft | Unseelie

[deathstiny]

FEAST;

[A black dragon is one who tends to mingle and learn a kingdom's secrets by blending in with it and using deceit to his advantage, though Wrathion is hardly a normal black dragon. A self-fashioned Prince, and a young one at that, he is perfectly content to sit and watch from a perch where he does not necessarily belong and pass a genuine smile that is just a touch too sharp to ignore.

His avatar of choice paints the picture of royalty, though its his glowing red eyes that stand out the most. In spite of them, he comes off as a warm yet powerful figure even a midst a court of equally magical beings. Clawed gauntlets tap out a rhythm against stonework, and he stays partially removed from the action to await approach. After all, it was easier to stand out when you weren't in a crowd, and it was always his belief that one learned more when they asked directly rather than playing someone else's riddle games.

That didn't mean that he was exempt from weaving his own, of course. It surely would not take long for an interesting individual to cross his path, to which he would call out:]

You look almost as lost as I am, traveler. From where do you hail?

[ooc: wildcard option accepted as well! canon point is somewhat ambiguous.]

wildcard!

[damnsel]

[ There was so much in this world to explore and understand; although more cautious than he might have been a few months past, there's still a glint of excitement in Anduin's eyes as he sets out to observe the Station firsthand. The amount of people from other worlds is truly startling -- it would take months to properly meet them all, he thinks.

But despite the technological marvel of the Station, Anduin spots a familiar figure apart from the crowd, equally as fascinating as the situation -- and significantly more dangerous, he reminds himself. But still, Wrathion has been nothing but a friend -- if a very strange, rather unsettling friend -- so he shuffles through the crowd in the street to make his way closer. ]

I'm glad to see a familiar face in the crowd, even if we're far from home.

[deathstiny]

[The Station is most certainly a curious place, and Wrathion a curious creature, though atmosphere leaves much to be desired in his opinion. Even as a creature of Earth, he finds himself a bit constricted by the prospect of this sort of future and frowns lightly whenever he marvels upon something he can't quite wrap his claws around.

A challenge for another day, perhaps.

The Prince blinks owlishly when Anduin's voice makes its way toward his ears and he straightens his spine to turn and behold with his usual pleased smile. Any trace of puzzlement or displeasure is immediately wiped from his person.]

Ah, good afternoon, Prince Anduin. Quite far, yes, if I do say so myself.

[damnsel]

[ He has to imagine that Wrathion is at the Station to figure out the mysteries of this world, with the pensive look on his face before they chanced upon each other. But that curiosity can wait for a bit -- as much as he wants to know if the dragon has discovered anything of note in the Station, it's always best to have your pleasantries first. ]

Are you well? I didn't see you when I arrived, but there were so many people.

[deathstiny]

[Wrathion's smile stretches by degrees, enough to show off his sharper canines when Anduin finishes his question. Anduin did not see him because he did not want to be seen -- at least not right away. No point in correcting him on that front.]

As well as one can be, of course, being that we are here.

[It was hardly a secret that Wrathion worked so diligently to prepare Azeroth for the doom he knew was coming. It was not a comforting feeling to be taken away from his work, no matter how curious the world.]

And you, Prince Anduin? I trust you've found ways to amuse yourself already.

[sfoils]

[ There's a plate of hors d'oeuvre that look like mini-ryshcates so Wedge's willing to chance it. He finds out they're not ryshcates, but rather something spongier and caf-infused. It's not bad. He's yet to die. That bodes well.

He's on his fifth caf-esque cake when the red-eyed stranger approaches him. Wedge swallows quickly. ] Corellia, a Core world. Ever heard of it? [ Probably not. So far, no one here had. Wherever Wedge was, it really was outside of the known galaxy. ]

[deathstiny]

[Wrathion doesn't answer back right away, instead observing his snack of choice. He picks up one of his own to examine with an eye that is far too critical, flaking at its crust with the tip of a clawed gauntlet.

It is set aside shortly after in favor of offering his new acquaintance with a disarming grin.]

I'm afraid I have not. That does not mean I would not be interested in hearing more of it, however. What does a "Core world" imply?

[sfoils]

[ He tries not to be disarmed by the smile, but it's difficult when the man's red eyes glow with a life of their own. ] In physical terms, Core worlds are planets closest to the center of the galaxy. In cultural and economic terms, they're the most prosperous planets. Location certainly helped.