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

2!!

[demotion]

[altaïr isn't necessarily stalking lara, he's just...around her. he's been slipping in and out of rooms as quickly and quietly as he can manage, steps light and silent on the floors. how she even manages to have the ability to notice him, perhaps he will never know, but he turns around, his own hand resting on the hilt of his sword. his eyes dart to her weapon and his brow arches. she must know her way around a fight to use something like that.]

What is it that you want?

[his tone is flat (though somewhat demanding) as though he truly has no interest in her answer either way.]

[crofts]

( 'know her way around a fight' would be rather a euphemism, sir.Lara bristles at the demand, brow furrowed and mouth caught in a frown. )

A way home seemed a bit optimistic.

( quietly sarcastic. She has dealt with too much already to bend to another's demands. Even before Yamatai had escalated truly into Hell, she had been appalled by Whitman's lack of resilience.

Her bow is strapped to her back, her rifle slung over her shoulder, but her hand stays on the axe.)

Who's asking?

( in fairness he hasnt done anything wrong... yet. )

[demotion]

[he doesn't dare remove his cowl. he doesn't trust anyone here not to kill him, and even if templars are not visible yet, he assumes they are somewhere

still, she addressed him first and it's as though she's making it seem like he approached her.]

If there is a way here, there is a way home. [it's only logical, isn't it?] My name is Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad of Masyaf. Who are you?

[crofts]

( Well, he was creeping around the corridors. Part of her almost hopes that this turns into a fight, that is spirals into something she can pour all her energy into that'll take her away from the fact that she's lost that precious handful of friends again.

There's a flicker of a smile, but it isn't especially friendly - it's too sharp for that. )

Lara Croft, of London.

( ... sort of, any way.

Masyaf tugs at her memory: castles, organisations aiming to preserve heritage and peace. It seemed the sort of place she'd always wanted to go. It was particularly famed for medieval castles, from memory. Masyaf castle was reputed to have Hellenistic, Roman and Byzantine architecture, built over and into one another. She tilts her head, looking at him more closely.

A beat. ) Well met, Altaïr. I have not visited Masyaf, but I've learned a little of its history.

( Because seriously, those clothes. And she did just recently fight some ancient samurai. She's curious, you could say. Of course, he could just be very interested in historical reenactment? Or something? )