TEST DRIVE MEME

[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 grand feast is held in the Eaglais clearing. The food is good, the music is sweet, and the evening is lit by gentle fairy lights. All Shardbearers of all courts are summoned here under a universal truce for the evening. Nature itself has shaped itself into tables, chairs, and long couches so that the new guests can rest. When they’re ready to call it a night, Shardbearers are brought to their court strongholds in a one-way trip by fairies and imps. 02. NETWORK Take advantage of your Locket! The network can be accessed by any Shardbearer with a locket or shardless characters with enchanted devices, and is a quick way to meet new people and discuss the state of the world. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld! There are lots of places to go, and plenty of trouble to get into in them!

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Suou Tamaki || Ouran Host Club || Citrine Assembly || OTA

[courting]

THE FEAST

[Tamaki's eyes scan the room, taking in the strangeness and beauty of everything around him. His hand inches up towards a faerie he spots. When the faerie's light becomes brighter and its wings flutter, Tamaki quickly pulls his hand back. He looks around himself, hoping no one saw. He takes a few steps back and turns around, ready to move onto something else. His feet are two steps ahead of him. Graceful movements lead to wrong-footedness. Not paying attention to where he's going leads to bumping into a stranger]

Ah, sorry - [Tamaki almost starts to profusely apologize, but then remembers himself, remembers that even if he's in a strange place with strange people and nothing familiar to anchor him, he still has flirting. Whether it's man, woman, child, inanimate object, his own reflection, or countless other worthy subjects, flirtation and flattery make everything feel at least a little more comfortably familiar] My apologies. I'll save myself some embarrassment and skip right past the line about falling for you. With such penetrating eyes you must easily see straight through every cliche directed your way.

NETWORK/LOCKET - VIDEO

[There's a bounciness to Tamaki as he appears on the locket, smiling and restless as he sits in front of a window in his room] Hello. I've met some of you already, and for those I haven't met I'm Suou Tamaki. I have some questions for those of you who know the place better than me.

First, what kind of social activities happen around here? In our current situation social bonding can't be underestimated. After all, a court is like a family and...outside courts are just distant relatives or siblings who moved to the country or nervous in-laws. [more to himself, as if checking off a mental list] Dinners are a must. Game nights a possibility further down the line. Themed parties are always good, too. [remembering himself and smiling brightly] If there's anything you already do to celebrate and strengthen the bonds unique to this otherworldly setting, please let me know. You don't often get to dive straight into an unknown culture.

[he hesitates, a mental debate happening somewhere in Tamaki's mind] And I had another question. I can't help noticing that so many people here in Everwinter have dogs. Is there a way to get one myself?

WILDCARD

[As Shakira might say, whenever, wherever. If you have a scenario of your own go for it!]

just makes this as awful as possible

[babbylon]

[It would seem there's a rival for your attentions, Tamaki.

There's a man sitting at the end of one of the long tables, and a small crowd has gathered around him. Though he's no Shardbearer to speak of—at least not anymore—men, women, children, inanimate objects, reflections and countless other worthy subjects alike all sigh over him. He shines even brighter than a king of hosts as a King of Heroes, donning golden armor with eyes that are indeed as penetrating as they come.

And now they turn upon Tamaki, who's stumbling into someone else (of course Gilgamesh himself could never be so inelegant) and apologizing in such a melodramatic way that it draws his attention. So he does what is only considered polite...]

You there. Young man.

[...and whistles at him, making space at the table. It's considered polite for Gilgamesh, and it's accompanied by a crook of his finger.]

What's this about clichés? But doesn't a bumbling sort of romantic rank among the very highest?

[He's just having a bit of fun. Really. If he were being mean-spirited, those eyes of his would look quite a bit sharper than they do now.]

Come, let me get a look at you. You're so obviously lost.

[venefic]

[Excuse you, but the ASPCA has something to say here.]

Who will look after your dog? Have you ever trained or cared for one before?

[ONLY RESPONSIBLE PET OWNERS ALLOWED]

Locket

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[Luke is stuck in Everwinter too, though he's far less excited about it than this young man appears to be. But then, he's never really liked the cold and after Hoth... Still. Forget the snow and forget all the stuff about parties and social activities. The main question has to be asked.]

What's a dog?

David Nolan (Prince Charming) / OUAT / OTA

[fortruelove]

Arrival: Arrival for some was most likely jarring, not every being had the past experience of realm jumping. Charming was far from happy at finding himself here in this land. As beautiful as it was, as sweet as the air seemed to be. As nice as the feast and dancing were they all only made him want one thing. His wife, his family. Henry would love this place he thought as he made his way through the crowd. Pulled from the Enchanted Forest itself he fit in better than some new arrivals, maybe. A proper Prince from a proper Kingdom. Emma would be wary is his next thought and that lit his own wariness a tad higher. Charming as it all was, he had to find them. All of them and soon, he thought of Snow, her strength, her beauty, her heart. Who knew what would happen in his absence and while he had every faith that his wife would protect them all it did not make his need to be at her side any less.

So while he may greet those who made contact with an easy smile and caring blue eyes. There was an urgency to him, one that had his fingers twisted around his locket while he explored the feast. He could not say who had done this Regina, Rumpelstiltskin or some other villain come to harm him and his family. What he did know, what showed in the strong line of his jaw, matched by the height of his confident shoulders.

He would find them, he would always find them.

Locket: [It had taken more than he was proud to admit to figure out the locket, cell phones he knew, magic mirrors he knew. Magic lockets were a new feat for the shepherd turned Prince. Once he figured it out, his message is simple, blunt, like the man.]

I am looking for my family, if any one can help please, I have nothing to give at this time but I will repay the kindness.

<3 I apologize in advance for her likely smacking then kissing him.

[cinnamoned]

And find at least one of them, he does. He's probably not as surprised, given their habit and faith in finding each other. It's just that it has been a while on Snow's end. And she'd just come back from a brief visit home, not expecting to see him again here. Which is why she stops dead in her tracks in her own exploring and mingling when she spots him amid the crowds, staring and frowning even as her eyes widen and her face all but lights up in spite of herself.

Because he had found her. As he always says he will. It doesn't entirely dull the ache of missing him the past nearly two years, of course. But regardless of that, she is barely aware of her legs moving as she makes her way to him, ignoring the crowd in the process of progressing to him. Without thinking, she calls out to him. Actually giving him some slight warning before her hand swings to smack at his chest brief seconds before her arms then wrap around him fiercely. Tightly. Savoring this at the same time as it worries her to have him here too.

"Charming....."

Sorry I'm late dad!!!

[dreamcatcher]

Emma doesn't really see it in herself, but she's starting to blend better and better in the drabwurld. Even the past version of it isn't so different from the Enchanted Forest and all the other ridiculous places she's ended up. She looks like she might just belong here, after months of being trapped. Falling through time, wishing on the gem, nothing had been enough to get her home. She's starting to accommodate, as she always does. Looking the part isn't the same as feeling at home, though. She has Henry, she has Mary Margaret, but there's so many faces she misses.

So for a moment she almost thinks it's her head playing tricks on her, when she sees familiar broad shoulders. Emma remembers plaid more than cloaks and velvet, though. She steers a little closer because she's a bit of a masochist. Those that remind her of home hurt, but it's better than none at all.

Her eyes widen when the figure turns, though. It stings to look at him, and for a moment she isn't sure it could be real. "David...?" She saw a projection of him in the crystal, but otherwise it's been months since she saw his face. That's a pretty long time, even if she's gone twenty eight not even knowing he excited.

Evie Frye | Assassin's Creed - possibly Diamond

[meetmyblade]

Arrival

[Evie Frye believes in things that many people would simply scoff at as fantasy; she believes that ghosts exist, she believes in ancient civilisations who leave things behind for those who follow them, she believes that there are things that are beyond the realms of human understanding and she will never close her mind to the possibility that even the most unbelievable of things just might have some truth in them, somewhere.

But even she has to admit that she's surprised by this turn of events as she finds herself in a wooded glade, surrounded by the twinkling lights that belong to countless actual fairies.

Were Evie six again, she'd be having a field day, and probably triumphantly punching Jacob in the arm.

She isn't though, which is why her reaction is slightly more reserved and better suited to an Assassin who has spent years learning not to rush in blind, not to act until she's covered all of the facts and considered every eventuality. She's quiet, cowl cast back from her face, kukri holstered out of sight and Hidden Blade snugly fastened in her gauntlet, hiding, like her, in plain sight.

It would be a lot less unsettling if she wasn't completely on her own and blindsided, but she has to adapt and she can.

And she's also pretty hungry.

She's well read enough to know that nothing good comes of eating food from fairies or the supernatural, look at the Hades and Persephone myth. Would she lose all trace of herself, or become stranded, or even find herself addled and dancing with no idea how it had even happened?

Evie hovers by one of the laden tables and appears to be considering whether it's safe to take a pastry.]


Exploring

[What does an Assassin do when they're in a new environment? They get up high and learn the lay of the land.

And that is what Evie's doing in the city she finds herself in, following narrow streets and gravitating to the rooftops, aided greatly by the rope launcher affixed to her gauntlet. Every now and then she'll stop at the highest point in the area and crouch up high, staring intently at her surroundings with sight beyond most people's.

Sometimes she sticks to the streets, and it's there she walks around, casually listening to conversations and trying to gauge the atmosphere.]

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]



{ooc: I'll not go into any spoiler territory with her as I appreciate the canon's still very new, and I won't be looking to app her until the round after this as per the rules.}

exploring eyyy

[survivra]

[ Katsa may not be an Assassin and she may not have Eagle Vision, but her Grace provides for her spatial awareness almost as well. She's been doing her best to follow Evie from below, her curiosity grabbed when she'd noticed movement in her periphery as Evie had launched herself into the air with help from her gauntlet, wondering why she'd not have chosen to remain on the ground. Not that Katsa thinks it's so unusual—so apparently there's more than one person here who's allergic to doors and to walking anywhere like a normal person.

But patience isn't exactly one of Katsa's strong suits, and with Evie's having captured her attention it's only a few minutes before Katsa decides just to ask her a question herself. So Katsa climbs, too, her parkour not as smooth or practiced but performed with the confidence of one who's comfortable climbing higher. But she only gets to one of the lower rooftops before she finds herself standing just behind Evie. For a moment she only stares, her mismatched eyes reflecting lights from the streets below, before asking her question. ]

Are you looking for something, or are you preparing for the ground to give way if one more person stands on it?

MAKO; LEGEND OF KORRA; GARNET

[lightningbend]

( PARTY )

[ three years is a long time. three on top of two more, even longer, and as the memories reintegrate themselves, everything seems a little more distant, a little more difficult to put in order. and coming back after all of that bullshit back home... ugh. it's a lot. good thing there's a party to distract them with! he can mingle, and without having to tail wu's annoying accident prone, embarrassing... wu-ness the entire time, he might even enjoy himself?

at least, he'll have fun after he gets some food. with one arm basically mummified and held up by a sling, he's having a good bit of trouble with the food, both serving himself and... well.. making things bite sized. is it too much to ask to make a reasonable meal that you can eat with chopsticks?? apparently.

please have pity on him, he looks like he's having a rough time. a cranky lil cat baby. ]

[universed]

[ mingling with him now that things have calmed down a bit, is korra. she stands on his bad side to make sure no one accidentally jostles his fried arm — though mako had assured her otherwise, she accepts responsibility for what happened to him. he may have made the decision on his own in order to help her, but she feels she owes him at least this much.

it's not a lot; truthfully it's the very least she can do. ]

Look what they did with the tree roots. [ what with the whole turning them into couches and stuff. ] I haven't seen anything like that outside the Spirit World.

[unsolitary]

( rough time or not, he's a welcome familiar face, one that Clarke recognizes from quite a ways away. she's quick to move, darting around people, excusing herself between those that have gathered, and it's almost annoying having to move at a mortal pace when she wants to get there faster -- keeping up appearances sucks.

she can see that bummed arm and is incredibly careful when she collides with his opposite side, her arms moving around his neck easily. the idea that he's one of the people that won't remember is lost in her for the moment, too lost in her relief to actually worry about it. )

I'm going to be really sorry if you think I'm just some random stranger hugging you.

Manny | Constantine | Diamond

[guidance]

[feast]

[On arrival, his wings flare out, the mark of his movement. They fold inwards and then against his shoulders; they vanish. Manny looks around.

So many humans. So many non-humans. So many that can see him, although he has not chosen to allow it. He feels the great forces at play here, and he is left seeking one answer above all: what is God's will in this place?

His yellow irises settle on an apple. He picks it up. He turns it over in his hand. Is he required to eat this? His body does not seem to have that hideous craving it did once, so he may be spared from humanity. But what if it isn't?

Just give him some time to contemplate this apple k]



[ooc: As an angel, Manny sometimes Knows Stuff about people. Divine gig & all. Let me know if you're okay with him going infomode!]

plz go infomode

[wwjd]

[You know, it's probably only usual for a priest to approach an angel. Surely if someone knows something about God's will in this place, it would be him.

Having witnessed the wings, Kirei approaches the man with a polite smile.]

Do not worry. It is no temptation, nor is it enchanted.

[god jokes ha ha]

come at me infobro

[assalted]

I don't think the Evil Queen's gotten to that one just yet.

[He'd missed the wing show upon first arrival, but there was something about this guy that screamed "not human" at Simon, the way he'd been able to just tell more and more recently with other Downworlders. The fact that he can't place it at anything more specific than that is unsettling, but as always, he reacts to stress with sass.]

[lievly]

It won't kill you, you know.

[yeah, hi]

ahhhhh!

[bollock]

[Oh, this is novel! Usually, it's the angel who appears out of nowhere and gives him the sort of butt-puckering surprise that his little smoker's heart isn't overly fond of, but this time it's John's turn to show up at Manny's back, practically gleeful in an attempt to cover up how in over his head he feels. How out of his element. How unprepared. He has a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, a leaf or two sticking out of his hair, and the biggest mug full of alcohol that he could find. (Because when in Rome, right?)]

Don't waste your time with those, eh? Try the ale instead.

[What does John have against healthy foods? Same thing he has against most things that are actually good for him or might stand a chance of possibly making him happy, of course. An innate and bone-deep mistrust.

The sort of mistrust he directed at Manny for so long, but which has been chipped slowly away over time, turned into the sort of sneered sarcasm and sharp barbs that he doesn't... totally 100% mean anymore. When he's not angry.

He pushes that particularly traitorous thought away and gestures widely at their surroundings, sloshing lager over his fingers and the cuffs of his jacket.]

So. This your doing, old son? Or are you just along for the ride too?

Alyosha Hazan // OC // Angelite Syndicate

[muhafiz]

[[ Beneath the red beetle-like carapace of her form-fitting combat suit, Alyosha was a small woman, with skin almost translucently pale. Every follicle stunned to prevent growth (a matter of sanitation and efficiency for Terran soldiers), she was also utterly hairless, and neat rows of a few gleaming metal neural implants for pilot interfacing made two regimented, inset rows along the curve of her skull.

But despite her decidedly career-military posture, straight-backed against a wall, observing with dark eyes shocked wide, she seemed... ill. There was a burst vein in the yellowed white of one eye, and the sockets of her eyes were blue-black, almost bruised by internal damage to the vein.

A bizarre juxtaposition of youth and advancing age, smoothly fine skin blemished with age-spots, fine hands starting to go thin and frail-seeming.

She held herself well apart, back against the wall, unspeaking but when directly addressed. Quite clearly one of those who presumed this madness either a psychotic break or some other manner of hallucinated fiction. ]]

[assalted]

[She looked like something out of some sci-fi game Jordan might play, but somehow she still has that ageless vibe Downworlders sometimes had. And she also seemed sick. That much was being screamed at him by all his new instincts, little signs warning him away like a bad smell to milk might have used to, and a little shudder went through him at the still unwanted comparison of people to food.

But she looked more freaked out than anything, in that way that Isabelle or even Jace might have displayed it, stiff and hyper-alert like an on-edge soldier. And maybe his newfound immortality made him a bit fearless, so that he could approach this strange space-age woman like he might a wounded animal.]

Hey, you okay?

Tzilan // OC

[serpentking]

[[ Blend in. One must always blend in. Stepping into the anachronistic scene rose up the old panic in him, and in haste he managed to request a summer cloak, simply cut, the clasp cheap, brittle iron, and cast it on over the suit he wore.

His imperfect illusion wavered on the edges under the duress of it; one moment his ears might seem rounded, another pointed and bestial. Some moments he hid the pale marks of old scars from his face; others, they swam into vague view like shadows under water, dragging across the bridge of his nose, or in one place, darting across both lips and down his pointed chin.

And he never lingered in one place, instead drifting, pretending to eat of the grand repast set before them all. Plucking up glasses only to set them down at a different table, listening hard and furiously. ]]

screams

[enthraller]

[He shouldn't have been surprised. This was the past, wasn't it? And Tzilan had been one of the oldest. But he hadn't dared allow himself to think on it, to hope for anything when disappointment was always so much more likely.

So he wasn't prepared, and the shock of it nailed him in place, still and breathless and wide-eyed behind tinted lenses. And when a breath finally sneaks its way out, it carried with it the softest voice, a murmur escaping him unintentionally just as much as the breath itself had.]

Tzilan.

[Far too quiet for any normal human to hear in the middle of the crowded feast. But then, not everyone here was human.]

ada lovelace | oc | diamond/ota

[imperialheart]

a:
[the shores of Loch Caoidh are beautiful indeed, but beauty isn't the sole reason she's come here. it's the stories that pulled her here, of fantastic beings the likes of which she's only ever seen in pictures. who could resist when it was a simple matter of patience to see them? call her foolish, but to feel like a child again, giddy with the idea that unicorns are real - with nothing demanding her presence, Lovelace is too happy to have the freedom to go out and wait to see if she'll be lucky enough to catch sight of them.

and when she does, she's slow to get up, eyes wide in wonder as she starts to creep closer towards the creatures. she's certainly not that stealthy, but well, she's trying. even if the unicorns have already noticed how she's approaching them, and seem almost to be giving off a feeling of really? that's how you plan on doing it?

the horns are pretty sharp, after all.]

b:
[when the locket begins recording, the voice on the other end is calm, sweet, a voice with careful pauses meant to stay measured. the sort of voice that belonged to someone who might be very difficult to push into anger, if it came down to it.]

If this device allows us to reach across this world in a moment, then by all means I can accept magic as a new part of my life. I'm not going to ask the same questions I heard buzzing around when we arrived - no, what I want to say is something much simpler. If someone is out there who remembers me, who hears my voice and recognizes it, then let me hear you. Let us navigate this new world together than as sole ambassadors.

And to the others in this world who hear this, who do not know me, then I thank you sincerely for this little bit of time - and I hope that though we may not come from the same world, my sentiment is the same. Being displaced is only a horrible thing when you need to struggle through alone, and I don't think you have to. Our courts may not be the same, but does that bar us from making new allies? I hope it does not. Let me hear you, if you agree.

c:
[wildcard - anywhere, anything, let's go.]

Sayo Yasuda | Umineko | Spoilers likely!

[tragedyinabottle]

a:

[Sayo was a quiet girl in public. Always a maid and nothing more, she had never been invited to parties as fancy as this, and as such kept to herself most of the time, silently taking in the atmosphere and looking almost depressed she did.

Truly the magical world around her made Sayo feel almost inadequate. She was supposed to be the Eternal and Golden Witch, she of a thousand years who held the island of Rokkenjima in thrall and master of magic beyond mortal comprehension. But here there was magic of a different kin, a variety that was very very real, and that made her feel rather uneasy.

At some point, she would find a chair to sit in and nurse the awful feelings dancing about in her mind and stomach. She looked pale, and muttered to herself more often then not, negative things barely audible to human ears.]

Why me?

[venefic]

Why not you, girl?

[A witch of another kind stops before Yasu, eyes sharp and attentive. One hand rests on a hip, the other remains free to gesture freely. As forward as her speech is, she is not condescending, or at least not exactly so. It is more a sense of aggression: of encouragement that comes as a push.]

You can speak, can you not? You move, you breathe? You have that power.

[She sits beside Yasu then, and her voice grows quiet.]

You are able to do if you so choose. That is why each one of us is here.

Mikleo | Tales of Zestiria | OTA

[touchyfeeleo]

( ARRIVAL )

[ Everything is so completely different to what he's used to that Mikleo needs several moments to take it all in when he arrives at the feast. While the Celestial Record held countless wonders, this was something else entirely. With Sorey nowhere to be found, Mikleo instead ends up commenting to himself on the strangeness of everything, hypothesising how something like this is even possible. Magic!? But what kind!? And how!?

... He's... not exactly used to being seen by other people. Right now, he assumes he might still be invisible to others. Whoops, wrong. ] I wonder how they got the tables and chairs to look like that? It looks kind of like something an Earth Seraph could do, but even then, it'd take someone powerful. And I don't think they can manipulate plants like that... Even in the old legends, Seraphim didn't create things like this. Wow...

[ Excuse him while he geeks out over the furniture for several minutes, talking to nobody in particular. Somebody come embarrass him. ]

[ex_deeds185]

[ A familiar face!

Alisha was doing some geekery of her own, admiring the chairs and tables, when she spotted Mikleo. She was standing far behind him, but she would recognize him anywhere; seraphim had a tendency to look distinctive, after all.

She's... not used to being able to see him outside of Sorey's domain, though, so she can't quite contain her enthusiasm when she approaches him, quickly and quietly. She barely hesitates for a moment before laying her hand on his shoulder. ]

Mikleo? Is that truly you?

John Constantine | Constantine (TV) | Amethyst

[bollock]

[John Constantine is a barely contained hot mess wrapped in a tan trenchcoat and a very sloppily tied... tie. About thirty seconds into his new Drabwurld vacation, he abandons the cautious approach and makes a beeline for the drink tables, flirting brashly with any of their hosts flitting about, trying to weasel useful information out of anybody that he can. As much as he knows, as much as he's seen, fairy feasts are brand spanking new to him. Trans-dimensional displacements by cagey old men with cups of good tea, too. It's a deal more pleasant than most of the weirdness he stumbles into by virtue of being John Constantine, though, so there's that.

He sprawls out on one of the couches made up of trees and planets, propping his feet up on it without regard for the grime on his shoes, and fishes a slightly squashed pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his black slacks.

He cocks his head up towards the nearest person a-wandering by his resting spot even as he places one of the cigarettes between his lips, letting it hang there so he can employ both hands in the task of patting down his other pockets. Apparently the effort is useless, because he huffs out a laugh and flashes a smile up at whoever stopped nearby.] 'Ello, love. Don't suppose you've got a light?

[erythristic]

And if I say I do?

[he's new, she can tell, because she would have remembered his face. she likes to come and see who the newly pulled ones are, just to find out who's noteworthy and stay abreast of current events - and that means that being sociable comes in very handy. not that it's any stress to do so.

reaching over without waiting for a response, she touches the tip of his cigarette with her finger, a small flame blooming between them, which she sends away when it's lit.]

I do hope that'll suffice.

emiya kiritsugu — fate / zero — court undecided

[brokenhero]

arrival.

[ He knew. He had his doubts, but being summoned here was certainly intriguing. He was reluctant to take the tea, but after tasting it... there wasn't any room for complaint.

If he had to be completely and irrevocably honest, the whole ordeal was peaking his curiosity, but that didn't mean that he was garnering enjoyment from it. Playing nice was hardly something Kiritsugu partook in, so he had to be brutally clear: he was up for the task but not because they asked, but for his own volition.

So it shouldn't be a surprise that he's standing entirely motionless, following the movements of the denizens of this place from a safe distance, trying not to draw attention. He chooses to ignore offers of food and beverages, choosing to keep himself as far removed from this affair as possible. The reason is simple: he preferred to inspect the place first before doing anything else.

Plus, there is a mild skepticism clinging to his mind as an afterthought. Alas, it seems like he has no other choice but to play nice, for now, at least. His arms fold across his chest as his eyes narrow slightly at the spectacle. There is no hunger or thirstiness invading him right now. Basically, anyone's free to engage conversation with him, or anything else. ]

wildcard.

[ I'm up for pretty much anything. So you're free to write anything. I'll ​likely answer to it. ]

[wwjd]

[It isn't a surprise. He can stand there. He can be as inconspicuous as he pleases, playing the role of a quiet newcomer while his true goal is something else, Kirei knows—scoping out his surroundings. He can refuse any and all offers of food and drink and think that the people or creatures that come up to him to give them won't bother him again.

Some people are just more persistent.

And in the wake of what he's been through, though Kirei's anger for Kiritsugu Emiya no longer runs quite as hot, there will always be a little of it present. Spotting the black trenchcoat from behind, he's almost tempted to stab a throwing sword right into his back as faultlessly as this man once shot a hole in his heart. Grail mud has leaked in to fill the cracks, and Kirei is still alive, still standing. He still remembers. If Kiritsugu Emiya would become a hero of this world—the universe—he is about to meet the man who worships the God that is its sworn enemy.

It wouldn't do not to give his fellow Master a proper welcome after everything, however.]

Kiritsugu Emiya.

[Kirei announces it a short distance from him. His deep voice carries. He is just out of his line of sight, beyond his shoulder, so he'll have to turn to see him.]

Welcome to the Drabwurld. Here I thought I would never see you again.

Francis Adeline Teale || OC || 01

[aheartoffire]

[Magical. It's all so... magical. The surreality of their fairy hosts is only compounded by the whites who don't bat an eye over the racial mix of the crowd. She sashays through the mingled friends and enemies, listening to conversations, sampling food even better than the finest restaurants Thomas takes her to. No bribes to get in, no ugly looks to ignore. There's a dizzying freedom in this gathering that half-convinces her it's a dream.

She spins, the gold fringe of her dress fanning out around her for a moment. She wants to God-damned-dance.

Frankie cups both hands around her mouth and shouts.] Say! Can anybody in this hoighty crowd play Sweet Georgia Brown?

[starspangled]

[Between waking up in the twenty-first century and then coming here, Steve pretty much knows how she feels on those counts. But after a couple of years there and a couple more here, nothing surprises him anymore - or at least that's what he tells himself until something does.

Hearing her call out that particular request sorta does. Steve pushes away from the tree that he was leaning against, mostly just watching the feast, but smiling a little now as he approaches her.]

I'll second that request.

[Steve doesn't want to be one of those guys, the older ones who are always complaining about the kids and their music these days, talking about how much better it used to be. But he's never letting go of his love for those songs either.]

I knew a guy who used to love that one. I haven't heard it in awhile.