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TEST DRIVE #6
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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[(Viktor. Expanse of air, clever enough to catch the little bird, but when not seeking, strong and tall like a stone wall carved and climbing itself -- nothing like the boys who I love instead of like; those boys are my friends...)
It's a name that's been played with in the past, if unintentionally; he weaves through it in a quick-ish mutter and then:]
Hermione. ...Thank you. -- It's nice to meet you, too.
[Whether or not the being-acquainted will stick, in her memory. And... he almost didn't notice the hand! Head turns down, and, this is what people do - holds his own out tentatively just a moment or two before taking hers, lightly shakes his forearm.
Watches himself doing it just to be sure he is doing it and then back up to her face. Manages to let a bit of extra brightness out, too!]
-- And it was nice for many of the others to meet you. It isn't easy -- soothing stresses when they speak so loudly from so many sources, helping people know enough to right and ready them not to fly instead of falling -- even when you can tell, but, [His head tips to bob.] - you're clever, and you've been working hard.
A lot of people feel clearer, less confused, now, than when they first came into the court. -- It's still hard, but - easier because you made it...
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Their hands shake and she keeps smiling. ]
You're welcome, really. I, um.
[ There's a flush on her face, now, at the idea that she really has been making things easier. She isn't sure how he knows more than it being some kind of magic and she steps closer, careful, tilting her head and letting her eyes flicker over his face. ]
Is there anything I can help you with? I'm not sure how you know, but I - I have been helping, or trying to. If I can make things a bit less confusing...
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[There's a quiet dance to it; it's easy to hear how someone might slip and fall in it if they didn't know.
He meets the stare, though, brow lightly knitted and with eyes a little less focused than a stare back would be, since it's not the face but the why - unsettled. Yes. But... she's trying to settle it. She can tell. Or guess - other people can hear, too (people - like mages); knowing someone else has the key to the door can leave one unsettled but so long as they can't make anything move, good faith can hopefully keep it from sticking - just staying.
If it stays. They're still speaking - and that seems to have done even better. Good...!
He stands still when she steps closer. Lets his expression blank. Receptive.]
Confusing.
Confused?
[Thought out loud. Confused isn't necessarily the right word, but - not quite comfortable, curious. Unsettled. It all works. It doesn't work right, but nothing hurts, here, him or anyone else - not the way he's thinking.
His head tilts a little, eyes flick aside, idly "around", so it isn't insistent - same with the airy tone.]
Yes.
...Where I was before -- where I've been, until here -- magic didn't live with the mages; it - it lived with everything else that wasn't real until it was made so by a mind, made into matter by a mage. Memories, dreams, demons - [And peaking higher and sliding down into a hush, a conversational request to be told a secret.] - where does your magic come from, Hermione?
-- There is much magic here, but where I come from - magic lived with everything else that wasn't real until it was made by minds; it crossed across. There isn't a Fade here... [Lightly shakes his head, eyes open a tad wider.] ...no one misses it.
Even the mages.
[Which is good. Granted that mages don't miss anything if they become Tranquil, but they're still without. And without isn't what anything here with magic is.]