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!

Comments

FEAST

[enjoymyatelier]

[That was a really awful time to take a drink before looking over at one of the new people, because it resulted in a lot of coughing and looking very undignified because good lord it was that fucking Servant.

Well, it was positively grand that he was on Kayneth's side and not the other side, but still, given the attitude he'd displayed during the godawful nonsense that was the first confrontation of Servants, Kayneth suspected he'd need a plan to deal with this one. He would really just have to subtly exit stage left and hope that particular Servant didn't notice any of that...

...but really, if he had any luck at all, he wouldn't have summoned Lancer.]

[babbylon]

[...oh. This insect again. Which he's now decided to classify as "cockroach" considering how often and how hard it gets stepped on yet just keeps crawling along, as if immortal in its inferiority and unrelenting in its insistence on stinking up the place.

Gilgamesh just sneers smugly at Kayneth and fixes eyes upon him. And that's really all that needs to do, isn't it? All he has to say, and yet not say, to hold his attention, because they both know the instant he commits the abhorrent sin of offending yes, this fucking Servant, it's straight back to the garbage bin with him. In pieces.

By all means, keep trying to scuttle away, Kayneth. He's just going to fetch himself another appetizer by the table yonder, suspiciously close to where you're trying (and failing) to subtly exit stage left.

The man had some luck, Gilgamesh would argue. He wasn't dead yet.]

[enjoymyatelier]

[hey now king of heroes that's a little inaccurate, cockroaches can actually survive without their heads

don't insult them like that!!

...and ah, he clearly noticed. welp. so much for catching his bearings before he could deal with this nonsense... right, well, should he approach or be approached? Honestly, it seemed like the only way to win was not to play, but that wasn't an option at this point. He'll... just talk to this other non player character he noticed, pretend it was all intentional, and do not engage until he has a better idea of what to do.]

[babbylon]

[That might even have been a feasible plan of attack if Gilgamesh didn't decide to just ingratiate himself in between Kayneth and his hopeful scapegoat, but alas. At least he no longer needed to decide how to handle the situation, since control has once again been wrested from his hands before he ever got the chance to latch on.

In a room full of people, Lord Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald may now in fact find himself more alone than ever. How unfortunate.]

Lovely celebration, hm?

[...especially when Gilgamesh pours himself a drink about an inch or so away from him, grinning like a particularly hungry cat. Not a healthy range to linger in with the King of Heroes if survival's on the menu.]

[enjoymyatelier]

[...ah. Is this... more or less convenient? It's really, really difficult to say, especially when the Servant is looking like that...

...well... time to just wing it and hope for the best]

Yes, very lovely. They really always do a fantastic job of things, so I'm not surprised by any means, but I always feel like they outdo themselves every time.

[JUST... GO WITH A NORMAL CONVERSATION MAYBE IT WILL TURN OUT ALRIGHT]

[babbylon]

Quit embarrassing yourself, mongrel.

[But hey, at least



Gilgamesh makes a point of uncomfortably stepping upon the man's foot. More of a purposeful crunch, really.]

I don't smell your lapdog nearby. Where is he?

[One Lancer accounted for, but as for the other...]

[enjoymyatelier]

[...it's really tempting to lash out, even though he knows he'd just die --- even in the unlikely circumstance that it wasn't now, it would most definitely be later. So he takes a breath that's sharpened by the pain, but... well, if he wasn't used to dealing with pain, he wouldn't be a mage, so he is able to continue the conversation on without making a scene.]

...he's somewhere or other, doing something noble, I'd imagine. Given the change in circumstances, I can't really say I care one way or another what he's up to, honestly.

[maybe someone else will adopt that poor dog...]

[babbylon]

Something noble. Unlike yourself.

[Gilgamesh only relents enough in pressure to prevent him from outright screeching. Not because he cares about making a scene, but it would degrade him by proxy, standing so close and breathing in his filth.

And he is close. Gilgamesh is very, very close and seems content on remaining that way for however long this interrogation lasts.]

Have they wrangled you into obedience, as well? Or is it simply your nature to schmooze with your betters and hope they don't notice the pig in their midst? [Another long-winded way of insulting you, just in case you were uncertain.] I suggest you start explaining why you're not a corpse right now, before I correct that mistake.

[enjoymyatelier]

[...okay did he look at this servant funny where he could see it during the apparently ill fated Holy Grail War that may or may not be El-Melloi II's timeline

what the fuck is wrong with you, Parallel Kayneth

how did you fuck up so bad]

...Second Magic, I'd presume, as I don't remember dying at all, so you'd likely be from a world where I'm apparently a complete idiot, apparently...

[auuugh he is going to need to fix his foot when he's done with this, thank God for healing magic.

...was that other question rhetorical or genuine interest

...more importantly, would this fuck seriously get away with killing someone at the goddamned feast.....]

...and it's all interesting, so I really wouldn't care either way.

[babbylon]

[Doubtless enough narrative space even exists to convey how badly you fucked up, Parallel Kayneth.

But you fucked up pretty damn badly. Just for the record.]

Your "Magics" do not concern me, mongrel. Don't change the subject.

[Adding insult to injury, Kayneth's hopes are dim for rescue. To the onlooker, it just seems Gilgamesh is smiling at a private joke and inflicting this poor man beside him with ill humor. Never mind the real threat of immediate expulsion—from this plane of existence, that is—and the infamously bad temper of an infamously volatile Servant.

But if Kayneth is, indeed, not a complete idiot, he may note that Gilgamesh is... hesitating. Or, to use a better phrase, refraining from lashing out for some reason. It's definitely malicious intent wafting off him, but it's controlled. Contained. Cautious.

He might live to run away another day yet.]

You truly do not remember? [Eyes flicking over the rim of his goblet, narrowing.] If that's the case, they've done you a most terrible cruelty.

[enjoymyatelier]

[jesus. fuck you, Parallel Kayneth. Kayneth Prime is so glad you're dead.]

But ---

[...no, don't argue, that's a terrible idea, because yes, he can read the mood. Instead...]

--- wait... what do you mean?

[...does he even want to know? Actually... perhaps he does, because if he plays his cards right...]