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

[notyetlegend]

[Who said she was being sarcastic? For a moment she actually looks a little amused as she leans back, crossing her arms over her chest. Look at all this considerable not sacrificing going on here in her little hands, oh King of Kings.

There's no mistaking that face she makes at the part about the virgins.]

But if I'm so busy out there sacrificin', how can I tell you stories so you can lay your wee head down?

[She does pause though.]

What's with th' preferrin' goats over women?

[babbylon]

That would depend upon the quality of the goat and the surliness of the virgin.

[Or did he get that one backwards? Hm... though, really, he'd expected her to shy away from the discussion outright, so he supposes he can let up on the cajolery. A little. Maybe.

Look, if he's stopped with the sacrifice talk it probably counts as improvement.]

You run your mouth boldly, so I presume we are not yet acquainted, and you do not recognize your betters when you see them. [Tilting his head, one sharp red eye drawn to the locket.] Do I presume false, girl? Would you call me, the King of Heroes, a liar?

[notyetlegend]

I think you have that backwards somehow.

[She's not one to shy away from much of anything, let alone talk of sacrifices and the like. They still did offerings back home in DunBroch, and she left the occasional meat for the Black Shuck here, so she wasn't going to be up in arms about something like that.

At that...]

Never seen you before in my life. >[And look who continues to be bold tongued. Merida tilts her head back.] I don't bow to either of th' High Queens here, so don't expect me to get up, your highness.

[babbylon]

A fortuitous turn of events. I'd find it unfortunate were someone to cut you down where you stood.

[That someone of course not in any way referring to himself. But even Gilgamesh has his limits for wrathfulness, and who suffers the worst of it, so she can sass all she likes. Just so long as they've established who's in charge.

And they're both agreed it's not anyone currently calling themselves Queen. Camaraderie through mutuality is a start.]

If not to me, then why not to them? Have they affronted you in some way?

[notyetlegend]

They'd have to get close enough to do it first.

[Does she sound smug? Yes she does. But with good reason, if the quiver on her hip is any indication. She'll let him be in charge for now, until otherwise at least. This is probably the best worst accidental camaraderie she's ever struck.

Merida can't help but raise an eyebrow.]

Would you like me to start at th' part about bein' kidnapped from home or that they expect me to fight friends I've made here?

[babbylon]

[Ah. Quite the fiery lass, then. Gilgamesh chuckles and lets the show of ego slide; he fears no bow, no arrow, and no foolish girl that wields either, but he is a creature of many indulgences who lives for his entertainment.

And so far, he is entertained. Carry on, mortal, we are Amused.]

Oh? I simply found their offer quaint enough to accept. [Read: I was bored. Again.] I may return whenever I wish, of course. A pity you find yourself stripped of this privilege.

[notyetlegend]

Well you're a bit daft if you think you can just come an' go like that.

[Egotistical was almost said but she switched it out at the last minute, waving a hand with a slight roll of her eyes. Merida huffs out a breath, brow furrowing. He really didn't seem to get it, did he? A lot of people were in denial when they first came but this is ridiculous. She shakes her head.]

Let me guess, you don't fancy yourself takin' up arms for someone else?

[Not in the way she does, but in a completely different fashion she imagines.]

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh looks at her—through the locket's eye, anyway—as if she's just swallowed a frog. And spat it back out at him in the same breath. Not a good combination.]

I've entire armies to my name and to my legend. To dispute my power exceeds mere daftness and crosses the boundary into sheer foolishness.

[So that would be a no, Merida. Just in case any part of that was unclear.]

[notyetlegend]

[Oh Gil you sweet summer child. Though that look is a little unnerving, so she stares right back at him, although her own is less frog swallowing and more of a Queenly kind of stare. She's been practicing.]

Right. Pity your armies aren't here then.

[She rests her chin on her hand.]

I have to say I've heard a lot of legends but I can't think of one where th' king thinks th' sun revolves around his hide.

[babbylon]

I am one that has challenged the sun, and conquered all that its light touches.

[Ever so dryly, with an arch of his golden brow:]

Perhaps you should run about me in its stead, scorching little ray of contempt that you are.

[notyetlegend]

[The scowl that crosses her face right then.]

I'd rather be eaten by a wild bandersnatch.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh's face is nothing short of comical in contrast.]

...a what now?

[notyetlegend]

Bandersnatch.

[Pinching the bridge of her nose with a sigh.]

They're giant bear like beasts that roam th' lands around here. Some people use them as huntin' companions or rides.

[babbylon]

Ah.

[...

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Close relatives of yours, I'm presuming?

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

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?!

#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.

sweet baby Lugh

[notyetlegend]

[Wait what.

Her face, rather comically, turns several shades of pink before colouring a red that nearly matches her hair. Her anger drains and she's just left confused before she recovers.]

If I wanted to slay one I would've done it myself.

[Clearly the best comeback ever.]

[babbylon]

I will permit you to travel in my entourage for this endeavor.

[Surely the highest of all honors, at least Gilgamesh seems to think so. He answers so casually, the verbal equivalent of shrugging off a flea, that it seems less of an offer and more of a given that she would do as he bids and come along.]

So you may witness true glory and seek to emulate it, rather than...

[Uh...]

...whatever it is you're doing. Mongrel.

[notyetlegend]

If I come along, it's because I want to, not because you permit me.

[...Really, though, she's curious how someone too lazy to take up arms goes about hunting. Even though she crosses her arms again when he calls her that.]

Merida.

[It's an automatic correction, not that she thinks he's going to abide by it.]

[babbylon]

Isn't that what I said?

[Oh, look, it's almost like he's being polite, and not a pompous, arrogant, sorry excuse for a...]

Mongrel.

[...NOPE.]

[notyetlegend]

It's Merida.

[Even though she predicted that, there's just another nudge.]

[babbylon]

Right.

[Almost... almost...]

Do point out if I target your brother beast by mistake.

[...quit while you're ahead, Merida, quit while you still can.]

[notyetlegend]

[Never.]

Just because my father's known as th' Bear King doesn't make me a beast.

[babbylon]

Just how deeply do you intend on digging this hole of yours, exactly?

[Well... it's a valid question.]

[notyetlegend]

Deep enough to fill with your body.

[SO MUCH FOR TREADING LIGHTLY.]