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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[fiercefairyheart]

[His first instinct is to lie. He has a natural talent for it after all, acquired by both ancestry and practice. But this is not England and his status as a halfbreed bastard does not seem to have as much bearing. In fact, the creatures who escorted him to this place appear to have ascribed to him his father and cousin's princely state. What's the harm in a little truth?

It's obvious though that he doesn't speak this particular truth often and honesty sits awkwardly in his speech.]

I rendered a service to one of their princes when I became rector of Allhope. In payment he took it upon himself to discover more of my ancestry and later revealed to me that a cousin of his had seduced my mother some years earlier and was my father. After that I was often a guest at his house until he forced my hand by threatening several ladies of my acquaintance.

[Perhaps one of the more unsettling testaments to his peculiar background is just how calmly and offhandedly he can refer to the murder of his cousin.]

[mining_mole]

Peredhel.

[Half-elven. And yet not, he thinks; for would not elven blood impact the man's looks more, even if it makes up only half of the blood that flows in his veins?]

Or so might you be called in my world, if truly my kin and the Daione Sidhe are the same and only separate through where they hail from.

[He keeps his tone academic, neutral, though to learn this about the other... Not the exact nature of his blood, not the exact story, but some of it. He feels a sudden, strange kinship, and it is all that he can do to notice and control it, trying to store it away firmly.]

[fiercefairyheart]

[He has inherited his father's inhuman looks, but for his world, nonhuman ancestry is less a question of pointy ears and a glowy complexion, and more one of the slant to his eyebrows and suggestions of hauteur and coldness, cruelty and cunning, no matter the human emotions behind his face. That and the fact that he really is a very pretty man who has aged about as far as he ever will.]

There may yet be some kinship there, [since any relationship to humanity's out of the question] but thus far you have comported yourself far more calmly than any of the Sidhe which I have met or heard of. Rationality, or so I have seen it written, is not one of their strengths.

[mining_mole]

[He nods coolly; it is, in many ways, a compliment to him to be regarded so, and then it is not.]

We are not a people of one mood only; I shall call my father's kin dark and my mother's valiant, and yet her second brother is not so. The one thing which I wager all of kin, near and far, possess is a will which will not let go of what they have set their mind on once or what path they have stepped on, it should prove disastrous or not.

[fiercefairyheart]

That does sound familiar. My cousin could be possessed of a great singularity of purpose when it suited it him, though perhaps it might have been better if tempered with some degree of true human charity or thought for the welfare of others.

[His tone manages to just barely come off as nonlecturing. Whereas he implies that he, thanks to his mixed heritage, clearly combines the best traits of both. The ego is practically blinding.]

[mining_mole]

[Luckily, he is used to deal with that kind of ego, at least to a degree.

Primary strategy: Ignore. As in, stay silent and simply give them a dark look (but then, that is his reaction to most things, unless there is something that he wants. Which is the case here.]

Have you, then, seen any here who resemble me closely enough to be of my world?

[fiercefairyheart]

A few perhaps. Is there someone in particular that you are hoping to find? [Or avoid. Alessandro Simonelli may be a smug, self-serving (literal) bastard, but he's not dumb. If someone chooses to ask strangers about his own people rather than actively seek them out himself...]

[mining_mole]

A man, Turgon, who resembles me closer than others and his daughter Idril, a woman with blond hair. [The second of which is actually in the drabwurld.

He hesitates only a heartbeat to announce their names; if they are here, they will hear of him soon one way or the other.]