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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[akweks]

[In Connor's vast experience with climbing things, it's always better to start at a middle point instead of the ground. People will notice someone climbing a building from the base, because people stand around on the same level. But many people just don't look up, so jumping across, over their heads, is the better way to go undetected.

Usually. Most of the time there aren't people standing around on buildings already.

It's not without precedent, but he's still a little surprised. She appears to be a normal girl, not a spirit or something worse, so he takes her hand as a show of good faith.]

Apparently I am not the only one with this idea.

i'm thoughtful of your hipster ways

[scarfbound]

[ Stealth isn't held in incredibly high regard back home. Sneaking past Titans could be all but impossible. Taking men down without the element of surprise was simple enough. Heights helped there, too.

Worst case scenario, someone unsavory would follow her up. And she would knock them back down.

But this man doesn't seem all too offensive, considering he trusts her enough not to change her mind and stamp on his face or something. She takes a firm grip and helps draw him up, taking a rattling step back before answering. Her voice is soft, and the sheathes at her sides are a touch noisy like metal is wont to be, but she comes across clearly enough. It's quiet here. That's nice too. ]

I'm surprised there aren't more.

[ Had there been more soldiers from home, she'd expect to find some here. Maybe in the nearby trees. She smooths a stray strand of hair back behind her ear, glancing towards distant sounds from the banquet leaking from a lower window. ] What's to find there?

[ Empty celebrations. Empty answers. ]

yes thank you

[akweks]

[At times, Connor has been accused of being too trusting. In the wake of betrayal after betrayal, he has sloughed some of the habit off -- but at his core, he believes in the honesty of people. It's something he's found to be both a hindrance and a benefit: most people seem to be too clouded by paranoia to see opportunities.

On the other hand, he could have just gotten stamped on the face. He's glad that he didn't.

Connor eyes the... boxes... at her hips, but doesn't say anything. He's seen strange things even in his short time here, and he imagines it'll come to the surface sooner or later.]

Nothing of any importance, I think. Distractions. Attempts at hiding the true nature of things.

[scarfbound]

[ He's strong and fast enough to traverse a tree and scurry up the side of a building. He's built in a way that suggests he isn't weak. But that didn't necessarily make him a threat, and Mikasa seems at-ease enough to turn her back and study a nearby wall.

It's only another second before she starts to climb. Not so deftly as someone who basically makes a living of it, insert pointed stare, but it may as well be like the unwieldy boxes at her hips are welded there. If they cause any discomfort or awkwardness as she pulls herself up by a divet in the wall, it doesn't show as she speaks. ]

The truth won't be up here either.

[ Judging from the staid tone of her voice, it's not an attempt at philosophy. If anything, it sounds like she's agreeing—there just isn't much to find anywhere. Not much of value, anyway. (Not if she's really alone.) Her feet steady and perch along a thin, outwardly jutting row of bricks as she observes aloud. ] You handle yourself well.

[ That's your cue to explain the parkour shenanigans, guy. Or maybe the get-up. She's not picky. ]

[akweks]

[Connor watches her climb for a moment or two in a clinical way. He's been climbing all his life -- first the trees and ridges in Kanatahséton, and then the buildings in Boston and New York -- and so it's become somewhat instinctive for him. Just by looking at her, he can tell she's not as used to it as him, but she is used to the height.

It's interesting.

When she's halfway up, Connor looks over and takes a different route along the wall. He doesn't want to show her up or anything like that, but he still has a goal in mind. It's politeness that draws him up along decorative embellishments instead of the more direct route she's taking.]

I have been trained in it. For years. [He pulls himself up to the top of a buttress, crouching on the balls of his feet.] I've never seen a castle like this before, but walls are all the same.