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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[fulminants]

[ Well, this is interesting. The guy's staring at him like he's seen a ghost; has definitely lost whatever little color he has going there, and Johnny can't help but be concerned.

Definitely shouldn't have startled the man, obviously. ]

Whoa, buddy. You okay there?

[wipedclean]

[He asked a question and he hasn't received an answer, and his first instinct is to grab the man and slam him against the nearest solid object until he gets an answer, but he's not... he can't... he shouldn't...

His one free hand squeezes into a tight fist and relaxes as he tells himself no no no no no and takes a deep breath.]

Who. Are. You.

[fulminants]

[ Oooookay, the guy looks like he's about half a sip of champagne away from killing him (and is that really a whole metal arm? That's pretty badass). ]

Johnny Storm. You might've seen me in the papers. Or on TV. Or on those tabloids.

[wipedclean]

[It would be badass, but about 80% of its badass factor is nullified by the fact that it doesn't work and is being carried in a sling right now, but that doesn't mean he can't kill this guy but he's not going to.

He lets out a deep breath and shakes his head.]

No. Haven't.

[He hesitates, then figures he should... probably offer an explanation? Maybe? So begrudgingly, he adds:]

You... look like someone.

[fulminants]

[ Aww, that's a shame. Johnny would happily point him towards those periodicals if they existed in this strange new world. As such, there's a locket at his neck that reminds him that he's right where no one he knows has been before, and this guy looks like he's seen a ghost.

Or, at least, someone he's got one hell of history with. ] Important question: is it someone you want to kill, or is it someone you like?

[wipedclean]

[He snorts. It's a good question.]

Tried to kill him. Not anymore.

[Someone he likes? Well... he supposes so, though he's not sure he'd say that. He thinks it might be a little more complicated than that.

But then, isn't everything?]

[fulminants]

[ Johnny clicks his tongue, grimacing at that. He can only imagine what it'd be like to have someone all decked out in leather with a badass metal arm coming after him -- he doesn't envy the poor bastard in this guy's crosshairs. ]

Because you killed him, or because you stopped?

[wipedclean]

[It really is kind of difficult to describe the situation, especially with his limited communication. So he goes with the very simple version.]

Stopped.

[fulminants]

[ Oh, buddy. If you think it's difficult to describe the situation, imagine what it's like for a complete stranger trying to understand it. Johnny scratches his head, contemplating that answer before gesturing to the sling. ]

So what happened to your arm? Did he do that?

[wipedclean]

[He shakes his head.]

Hydra put it on. But it doesn't work here.

[fulminants]

[ What's Hydra? Groupies? ]

Why?

[wipedclean]

[Yes, Johnny. That's exactly what Hydra is.]

Because they were making me into their weapon.

And because technology doesn't work here.

[fulminants]

[ ...Wow. Johnny looks relatively sympathetic, even if he doesn't know the dude. Also, complications. ] That sucks.

[ Understatement of the year, but Johnny's not sure how to commiserate on that particular level -- and he's no therapist, so. ]

Wait, it doesn't? So how do these -- [ He pulls out the locket. ] -- things work? Magic?

[wipedclean]

[He nods.]

Magic.

[fulminants]

Dude, that's weird.

[ He shrugs, setting the locket aside and making a mental note to test it out later. He's curious about this world, interested in all its workings, and has half a mind to search for his missing team-mates later. Party on first, right? ]

What's your name, anyway?

[wipedclean]

[He hesitates for half a moment. Finally he lets out a breath and goes with--]

James.

[If this guy starts calling him "Bucky," it'll just be to weird.]

[fulminants]

[ Blissfully oblivious to the more complex intricacies of the relationship between this man and some guy who (apparently) looks like him, he smiles. ]

Nice meeting you, James. [ He exhales. ] So, d'you know what the hell's really going on here? Is there really a war?

[wipedclean]

There is.

[He scratches his head, a little uncomfortable.]

Not the best person to explain.

[fulminants]

Why, because you tried to kill someone?

[ Bucky's discomfort doesn't escape his notice, and Johnny's words are not unkind. The man looks pretty ill at ease, and he wonders why. Were they very good friends, this guy and him? Or --

He scratches his head. ]

Did you have to do that because of this war, or?

[wipedclean]

[He rolls his eyes and snorts.]

No.

[That had nothing to do with here.]

Just... haven't been here long. Not good at explaining.