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TEST DRIVE #6

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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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[Oh, boy. This should be interesting, but Flora is always perfectly polite until she's given reason not to, and even then she doesn't really have it in her to be really rude.

As such, she will actually dip her head before speaking.]

And which king might you be, Your Highness?

Edited 2015-01-06 04:25 (UTC)

[A wise move on your part, Flora. Gilgamesh bows his head to no foe and no fairy, but he acknowledges the show of respect with a relaxing of posture. More flies with honey still applies, even with Gilgamesh.

Perhaps especially with Gilgamesh.]

The king that fought the sun, defied the heavens, and ruled everything in between. King of Kings, King of Heroes, he of legend who tends the infinite garden of his realm and yields no trespass, brokers no insult, and entertains no challenge to his ultimate authority.

You may call me Gilgamesh, and I am king of all that I gaze upon, and all that I desire.

[This includes you, if you're wondering. On both counts.]

[She grew up under a monarchy and is used to dealing with several, she will not deny someone the titles they've right to. That's just Rude.

Also, she's a little concerned because, well, the sun can be a lot of things and people and she likes them all. Wolf!mom, for instance. :c

But colour her curious, though that's not hard.]

They sound like tremendous feats, though I must admit to being curious about fighting the sun. Why would you do such a thing? And do you mean the sun itself, or a deity, Your Highness?

[She is actually wondering.

Is he being literal here is this grandiose metaphor, she just doesn't know. She's come across big egos, like megalomaniacal levels of big, but lets just err on the benefit of the doubt.]

And what is it that you desire, if you don't mind my asking?

[Flora no.]

Everything.

[Sorry. Points for the thoughtful inquiries, but one word illustrated his point better than several. Though given how much he's demonstrated he loves the sound of his own voice, you might get more of him, assuming you're foolish enough to ask for it.

Only the supremely foolish or the supremely deaf ask for it.]

[Flora blinks before her mouth purses for a moment. She does not feel the need to ask for elaboration at least on that front, because this is starting to sound incredibly familiar.

Why is it always "everything". It's never something small. Goodness. But, her tone of voice remains calm and even.]

I beg your pardon, Your Highness, you'll find all sorts of people here from just as many places, and so I must say I am not familiar with your legends.

[The best part, is that she's being quite genuine. She is still curious for curiosity's sake, but she'd also like to have a better idea of who she's dealing with.

Oh, but another thing.]

My name is Flora, by the way. I've been remiss in giving it, and for that I apologise.

[2 busy asking bout u bro]

Edited (whoops forgot about names) 2015-01-06 06:17 (UTC)

I did not ask for your name, mongrel.

[Ouch. Well, at least introductions have been established. Sort of. And now the manners are simply starting to grate, so he waves them aside. She's still obligated to bow her head, of course, as is everyone else, but after a while the bootlicking becomes exasperating.

As for legends, though... that much he can oblige her.]

If you have ever heard of heroes, the term was coined for my exploits. Their legends are my mine, their legacies born of my blood, and therefore you know well of me if you know anything at all.

[Arching an eyebrow. Well, do you?]

[She's not surprised, it was a 50/50, but that doesn't mean she has to like it, and boy she does not. Flora isn't hotheaded and even now her voice is still calm, but there's edge there that wasn't before. She won't take being disrespected so easily.]

Well, I gave it and cannot take it back, and I am no mongrel. I've heard of heroes, and know plenty, just not of you. You're not from my realm.

[They definitely would have covered him in history class if so. In a "Do not ever be", she'd hope.]

[Fine. He'll humor her. If only because the mounting indignation promises amusement and a welcome departure from that sickeningly sweet Your Highness.]

What realm? I'll entertain your claim... briefly.

[Sorry she has manners!! But she might be ditching them altogether. Mostlytogether.]

Linphea is where I was born. I don't know where you might be from, and even if I did, not only are people from different worlds, they're from different times, dimensions or different iterations of the universe.

All worlds have heroes, tales of valor and triumph. And as I explained but moments ago, all of these tales originate from one source.

[His eyes narrow before the locket, particularly bloody up close and particularly nasty.]

Strike this foolish concept of "yours" and "theirs" from every thought, from every fiber of your worthless being. Those too belong to me, and so could only rightly be called "mine", the property of the true King of Heroes.

The source is different for me, and I'm afraid it isn't you.

[It's unsettling, but Flora does not cow easily, especially not when he's being so charming.]

Where were you born, anyway?

[Since his kingdom is apparently everything and everywhere ever. But if there's some truth to what he's saying, he has to be at least a little old.]

Edited 2015-01-06 07:36 (UTC)

[This was, perhaps, a wiser conversation to pursue. Eyes turned slit like a snake's soften hearing her ask, and for a moment his mind wanders off to that very place, where the sun always shines and where the sand scorches even the hardiest soul's feet.

But not his. Never his.]

Not where. When. The dawn of humanity and the dusk of a darker age.

[In a breathy, reverent word...]

Civilization. You may mark my birth there, following such glorious advent.

[...very old, indeed.]

So, Earth, then?

[That's what she's guessing, since he mentioned humanity. She doesn't care for a lot of things about him, to put it incredibly mildly, but she's curious and a nerd, and also wary. The more she knows, the better on multiple fronts.]

Not that that isn't impressive, [There is a "but" coming, but she does give what precedes it some genuine consideration.] but not everyone here is human. There are beings far, far older than humanity.

[Still, she takes a moment to think She and her friends were guardians of the people of Earth, which involved learning about them, something that needed no prompting from her, even if she would not call herself an expert, either.]

So...are you from Mesopotamia?

[Hm... it's a good guess. And an accurate one, of course. Not even Gilgamesh would deny the undeniable truth, for he sees no reason and no need. At the very least she seems to have earned a small bit of favor, as there's a slight easing of that natural sharpness in his tone and he doesn't glance quite so hatefully at the locket as before.

It's progress. She's just got a very long way to go if she's interested in earning not just favor, but respect.]

Indeed. [But he will correct her on one aspect, as he so enjoys doing:] And I am not a being who walks among men any longer.

[She allows herself a smile, though her posture remains as it is, by no means getting comfortable or relaxed in the least. Even if he hasn't already left such an...impression, she would not want to seem presumptuous.

At the correction, she tilts her head curiously.]

Do you mean to say you're some sort of deity?

[There's a lot of things he could mean by that, but she'll just shoot high, here. It seems safest.]

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TEST DRIVE #6

bless you, friend. vidya/locket

I believe we're already acquainted...

omg who are you dont u do this to me

it is a mystery.gif

calls the scooby gang

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omg are you going to app him

nope it's just all one big golden ruse gomen (I may already have one done)

i might have looked at the beautiful l'oreal gif

stare into the endless abyss of superior haircare... forever

i almost did like "shit, i got stuff to do, but oh...so hypnotic"

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good lord sorry for late. life sucks.