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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Cesare Borgia | The Borgias | Unseelie

[naytheist]

(I will likely add more options later but I sadly have an essay to write atm.)

(The Feast)

[Cesare is nursing a glass of wine, limbs relaxed, leaning into the back of his chair when he spots someone that he does not like. They look all too calm, too confident, too at home for his liking. It seems odd. To say that Cesare had been unhappy with being captured and transported against his will would be an understatement, but he had calmed down, at least somewhat, his brief but furious rage shifting into a silent focus as he decided that he was going to find out the best tactic in this place. He needs to get back to Rome. He has a kingdom to seize.

He follows the person, calmly slinking in behind them, not hiding but certainly not making a show of himself either until he puts a firm hand around their elbow and leans in against their ear, speaking, his voice low.

Tell me: what do you know that I do not?

[wipedclean]

[Oh fuck no.

He might only have one working arm (since the metal once doesn't function outside of the Station, it's kept in a sling everywhere else), but that doesn't mean anyone gets to try to sneak up on him and corner him.

He grabs the stranger's hand and twists it around behind the man's back, slamming him up against the wall.]

I know you'll die if you do that again.

[naytheist]

[Ok, so perhaps Cesare should have predicted something like that might happen. He makes a small attempt to free himself, but knows that there is little point. Pushed up against the wall, he relaxes his arms, showing that he is putting up no struggle, and smirks, impressed.]

Jesus Christ. If we were in Rome, I would hire you this instant.

[wipedclean]

[The man quickly gives up struggling, which is good, but he doesn't let up at all, keeping him pinned there easily. If he had use of both arms right now, he'd have one of his knives at the man's throat, but hey, can't have everything apparently.

He snorts derisively at the comment.]

Not available.

[allures]

[effy is not clueless-- being here has taught her more than to pay more attention to detail. she already has a knack for picking up on what others don't, and when cesare begins to follow her, she lets him. she sticks around people, lets him think that she doesn't notice. it's a little scary, but exciting all the same; he doesn't seem like much of a threat, not right now. he'd have to be an idiot to attack anyone so publicly.

the touch makes her frown, brow crinkling. this is interesting. still, she'd like to think she has the upper hand, so she stops entirely, turning to face him. personal space is not usually an issue, except he's new and uninvited.]

Get off.

[her tone is as firm as his touch, but her expression counters it; her eyes are relaxed and there is a small upward tug of her lips.]

[naytheist]

[Perhaps unfortunately for Effy, Cesare has a bit of a quirk to him: as a man with a style of tactile interactions, firm grips and quick movements, he has a propensity towards reading someone's body language over their words. A man should be judged by their actions, after all, and as such Cesare makes no attempt to retreat, doesn't even consider it, and instead looks at her, squinting slightly, his jaw gently clenching and the smallest of smiles forming on his lips.

He is still a gentleman, though, and as such he lets go of her arm, letting his hand fall to his side. This girl isn't a threat, he thinks. Suspicious? Yes. Interesting? Most definitely. But he can talk to her without having to guard himself against her trying to stab him in the neck.

He doesn't look away when he speaks to her, his gaze steady, confident and calm.]

What is your name?

[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.]

[naytheist]

[Cesare is sure that the library is delightful, a fascinating wealth of knowledge, but he has no interest in it. He is far more intrigued by the information that others have and what they think to be the most important. Besides, if Effy is aware of there being answers in the library, that likely means that she knows what those answers are too. In this instance at least, he doesn't think she's "most people".

He pushes a hand to her hip, slowly moving her so that he can lean on the wall, arm resting calmly above her head as he looks down at her. He's not flirting with her, not deliberately, but he is a man of powerful body language and intimidating leans. It's difficult for him not to use them now.]

And what of you? What of your answers?

oof im gross late

[allures]

[an eyebrow twitches upward as she momentarily glances down to his hand. her eye contact with him is full of purpose, as though she's searching for something in him that she hasn't seen yet. whatever he wants, he's going to have to work a little harder. she's hardly intimidated by such a gesture, and it shows. her shoulders are relaxed and she tilts her head, resting it against the wall.]

Depends.

[she enjoys prolonging odd moments like these; having the upper hand always feels good.]

Got to be specific, and anyway-- what time are you from?

[because that matters a lot.]