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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[debts]

[ That's not a lot to go off of, even for her. Natasha considers it, the way his gaze drops and shoulder tics, and decides to ask anyway:— ]

There are missions that don't involve kill orders.

[ She wonders if that interests him at all. ]

[wipedclean]

[That does get his attention. He looks back up at her, his brow furrowing in a silent question.

Of course missions involve kill orders. That's why he exists. There'd be no point otherwise. Maybe a mission is more along the lines of "stop this from happening" or "find out what is going on here" but there's always blood involved.

How can it be otherwise?]

[debts]

[ A silent question that she meets, eventually. But only after a beat of blinking at him, her own expression as unreadable as his silence. ]

Some are about reconnaissance or intel-gathering.

[ She points out. Not that she's an expert in doing that without bloodshed, either. ]

We're on one right now. Well— I am. [ Not a lie. But it's also something that doesn't cost her anything to give. ]

[wipedclean]

[He blinks, because, well, that doesn't make a lot of sense. To him, a mission is completed for someone. Is she working for somebody already? That's ridiculous, she only just got here. It's possible she's considering it a mission because she'll hand the intel off later, but that's still... strange to him.

He's always worked for Hydra. Everything has always been for Hydra.

So who's she working for now?]

Who for?

[debts]

Me.

[ Probably not the smoothest segue into the concept of agency, but Natasha didn't really plan for this conversation to take place in a fairy castle. Or for him to be lucid enough to have it in the first place. ]

[wipedclean]

[His steps slow to a stop as he stares at her.

It doesn't make sense. Everyone's always working for something, someone, some larger goal even. Without that, what's the purpose? There is no purpose.

But she says she's doing it for herself.

And... it seems like it should be a simple concept, but he struggles to understand it.]

...no.

[debts]

[ She stops. The mirroring of body language comes, for the most part, without much thought, and she stares back. It's not challenging, veering more on reaction rather than patience . ]

Okay.

[ Everyone always has a larger goal. She'll listen to Steve, and if the time comes, maybe she'll listen to the Unseelie. But she's her own woman, first, last and always.

Natasha ticks her eyebrow. ]

We don't have to get into it.

[wipedclean]

[He frowns and nods, his gaze shifting away. He's not sure he wants to have this conversation with her anyway, not when he's still not sure of her in general.

He glances back at her for a moment because... there was something... for a brief moment she seemed familiar in a way that didn't relate to the fight on the bridge.

But the moment passes, and his gaze shifts away once more.]

[debts]

[ The first glance is easy. The second glance is— more difficult, something she can't pick apart because she doesn't recognize it. Not shaped like that, not here.

She pushes past it. Her hand gestures idly in the air. ]

I think I'm going to go back to the feast.

[wipedclean]

[He nods. He's not sure yet if he wants to go back or not. He may have had his fill of being around people for the day. He'll probably go back to Ariadne's manor, despite the fact that there's a room in the castle for him if he wants it. He's more comfortable there, so far.

He hesitates, because this is Steve's friend, and maybe Steve's friend should know about Ariadne's place? Steve would probably tell her.

He lets out a soft sigh.]

I'm... going. Leaving.

[debts]

Okay.

[ She expected as much. Natasha rolls her shoulders back and straightens her spine — a physical tune-up, even if she doesn't intend to carry that body language all the way back inside.

She waves her hand. ]

до свидания.

[wipedclean]

[He blinks a little at the Russian, understanding it perfectly, but choosing not to respond. He nods instead, walking past her toward the main entrance. He's going back to Ariadne's. If she wants to follow, she can, and he won't care, but it's a long hike through dangerous woods. If she doesn't, that's fine too. He expects he'll be hearing from her sooner or later.]