TEST DRIVE MEME #8

[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 not with mirthful revelry, this time around dear friends. There is a seriousness in the air, though the food is still hearty and the imps still mischievous. 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! Be mindful, though -- the monarchs are watching and cross court communication should be done with the utmost secrecy.

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[ragnarock]

[ She spread her hands and shrugged at the deflection, feeling slightly smug. ]

So you've changed your mind about feeding me my own eyeballs.

[tonedeath]

Che.

[ Another piece of meat gets stuffed into her mouth and then, probably as expected, she lunges at Ange the fork aimed directly at her right eye. Forks are a new weapon to Zero's armory, but that doesn't make her any less proficient at stabbing with them. ]

[ragnarock]

[ Ange leaned to the side sharply, the fork missing her face but tearing out a few strands of her gold hair. Her movement was jerky, not as smooth or as far out of the way as she would have gotten if she were standing, but it did its job of avoiding tines to the face. With a practiced and slightly more elegant gesture, she pulled the hunting knife from its place at her hip and raised it in front of her. Batting dinner instruments away was much better than having to nearly dive out of their way. ]

Bitch.

[ Tch. She'd misjudged this one, after all. ]

[tonedeath]

That's more like it, shithead.

[ A knife. That wasn't bad. It definitely trumped fork in terms of power and usefulness but Zero wasn't about to be daunted by a little knife. With a grunt she grabs the edge of the table, not putting down the fork to do it, and even though she doesn't look like a bruiser — well, being an Intoner gives one certain advantages.

She heaves in an attempt to slam the entire table into Ange. ]

[ragnarock]

[ Make that misjudged this one a lot.

Ange clambered out of her seat the second she saw the other woman going for the table edge -- annoyed at herself for having to scramble for safety, annoyed that the imps had kidnapped a woman who could lift heavy ancient wooden tables but hadn't had the good graces to snatch Ange at a time that she was carrying a gun.

Whatever. She'd make do with what she had.

Ange bolted backward as the table lifted, skittering back onto the bench and then the surface of the table directly behind her, so that she was standing in someone's bowl of soup. It was disgusting, yes, but better than catching a table in the chest. ]

What the hell are you?

[tonedeath]

Get cold feet all of a sudden? Or maybe you really want to eat your own eyes, fucking disgusting. Is that knife for show or are you going to actually use it?

[ Zero's lip curls a little in disdain. She ignored the question — if the other couldn't tell that she was an Intoner then there was no need to say it. The world here was different than home, with more unpronounceable names than necessary. It was so fucking troublesome.

She lets go of the table and picked up whatever was closest to throw at Ange. A plate, probably, or a goblet — and she throws hard. ]

[ragnarock]

[ She had hot feet, thanks, courtesy of the soup in her foot -- but there wasn't time to dwell on the insult when there was injury coming her way. Ange ducked the projectile, surprised by the strength of the throw, even coming from a woman who had just upturned a table.

Damn, she would have paid Jasmine a fortune for a gun and a few grenades right now, to say nothing of a Paramail. But Jasmine's armory was a universe away, and that meant improvising. Ange's eyes flicked from side to side for a quick moment, looking for wherever this irritating bowl of soup had come from. She spotted it a heartbeat later, a large, steaming bowl. It was a good start.

Ange took a few steps in the direction of the bowl, pulling on all of the hauteur she'd learned as First Princess to turn it into more of a dismissive, unconcerned strut, and flipping the knife in her hand to create more visual interest in herself than anything she might be headed toward. Just casual movement. ]

For show, my ass. [ Flip. Flip. ] Some of us don't get to rely on magic when we throw tantrums.

[ She tensed just before she moved, a silent but unavoidable tell. Then she darted down, picked up the big serving dish of soup, and heaved it and its steaming contents at the hell woman with super strength, aiming for the head.

The thing was, Ange didn't trust herself to hit this woman accurately with a small, normal projectile -- not throwing a knife, not with a goblet or most of the other servingware. If this woman was strong enough to flip a table, she was probably strong enough to jump damn clear of any small projectile. But with something that would spill liquid everywhere, something that would would cover more area, there was a chance that some of it would get in the woman's eyes, or at least make her close her eyes.

And if that worked, if she got the woman off guard for a second, that's when Ange would use her knife. ]

[tonedeath]

[ Girl had some life in her yet. That's good. While Zero had killed more people than she could count, it was always better when they fought back. Not because of guilt, she had long ago lost any semblance of regret, but because what was living if it wasn't a struggle? ]

For someone so eager to die you're thrashing about a lot.

[ Zero wasn't really a thinker, she didn't need to be. Everything was fuck, kill, survive to fuck and kill another day. But she's not stupid either. Well, to an extent.

She is the woman who yelled into snow covered mountains and caused an avalanche.

Which is to say that she doesn't even consider the soup to be a kind of threat and makes zero move to dodge it. She only raises her metal hand as if that would help keep the cascade off of her. And she does shut the eye that isn't full of blooming flower. ]

What the fuck!?

[ragnarock]

[ It worked... half worked, on exactly one eye. The fact that the flower was still in its place made Ange pause instead of attacking. ]

Even your manners aren't bad enough to make me want to die, [ she called, her voice ringing clear and dripping like hauteur. Without turning her back to the woman, Ange bent to scoop up two pepper shakers in her knife-free hand. The scattershot approach had been a good idea, she just needed to refine the organs she was targeting... ] There's no way I'll go out this far from home.

[tonedeath]

Then maybe you should look before you leap. [ Zero doesn't have a lot of patience for anyone, much less people who throw food. She doesn't mind being covered in soup either, beyond the general mess it makes.

And, even though she says that, Zero is the one to charge forward recklessly and aim a high kick at Ange's head. ]

[ragnarock]

[ Maybe she should have, but that advice would have been helpful a few minutes ago, not in the middle of a brawl.

Ange raised an arm to catch the kick on her forearm -- and damn did it hurt. She let out a shout of pain; she'd have a hell of a bruise tomorrow. She tried to bat the woman's leg aside with her forearm, but given her opponent's freak strength, she wasn't willing to count on it throwing the woman off balance.

Instead, with her free hand, she ripped the lid off the pepper shaker, and tried to throw the ground pepper into the woman's face. Super strength can't stop a sneezing fit, bitch. ]