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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mahsa | oc

[venefic]

[feast]

[No. She won't have it. She feels the Shard in her chest with an aching consciousness, not feeling it for itself, but feeling it for what it represents. She asks a passing fairy what court it belongs to. Amethyst, it tells her. The court of freedom.

Freedom? The thought is laughable. There is no freedom in being claimed by any power other than one's own. She does not eat or drink, refusing it as a bribe to woo her to her chains.

Instead, she grasps hold of a person passing her by.]

You. Do you know how to be rid of these Shards inside our chests?

[network; a borrowed locket]

What magic do we have that connects to this communication network? Surely someone has found something more than these lockets. Not all of you can be content with your shackles.

I will trade in a fair exchange. If any of the invented devices have phone games, all the better.

/feast/

[erythristic]

[she is fairly gliding around the feast area, not eating or drinking either but taking the opportunity to see those who would join them. it's a habit she hasn't indulged in in months, but there's no reason not tonight - afterwards, she intends on returning to her work.

though a touch on her arm pulls her from her contemplation, and the question flung at her is something she hasn't heard from anyone in such a long time...

the smile she gives the woman is almost angelic - if not for that hint of hardness in the eyes.]

What a question, my lady...and it is one I happen to know the answer to, if you would permit me to lean close and whisper this secret to you.

[venefic]

[Mahsa notices the hardness, but she doesn't flinch back from it. In her millennia of life she has seen much of what humanity has to offer, known its infinite variety fall into bounded lines. Some things here exist beyond human, and this woman may be one such of them. But never does Mahsa doubt her ability to meet what is before her: in body or in mind.]

You may lean as close as you like, knowing that I answer all in kind: truth for truth, lie for lie, and even knife for knife.

[Mahsa smiles, and she tucks her feathered hair behind hear ear. She leans towards Grell before Grell ever leans to her.]

Whisper away.

[erythristic]

[ever so calm, the answer's practically breathed out.]

To remove your shard, all you have to do is die.

[and all around them, the feast continues on, and Grell pulls back a little, studying this woman to see her response.]

violence, body horror, & self-slaughter incoming. why

[venefic]

[Ah. So that's it.

She draws back. The familiar ache of her change runs through her arm. Bone cracks through skin at wrist, juts out beneath her palm like a secret knife, but there is no keeping it secret. It only grows longer. It stops at the edge of her fingertips, and she glances around.]

They're green here, so many of them. They've never seen violence. I should free myself right here to teach them the costs they are ignoring.

[But she does not. Instead, she looks on Grell once more.]

Lead me somewhere private. I'll do the rest.

[erythristic]

As you wish.

[Grell draws back, and her eyes are cool as she takes the woman's arm to lead her on. true privacy was impossible without some difficult feats, but she could at least draw them out of sight a little ways off and draw the runes on the air to give them silence and a warning if someone was to come too close.]

You are the first I have seen in all my time in this world to be so eager to relinquish your shard, my lady. Is it too bold of me to ask why?

[venefic]

Does one so scarlet question bloodshed?

[Mahsa begins to work her own magic. The trees around them grow thick and heavy, building fierce walls; sharp prickles and spines, cactus-like, form on them. A dangerous thicket that would put Sleeping Beauty's defences to shame structures itself around them.

She never looks away from Grell.]

I will not ask what your ideal is. Most throw those away at some limit, some thing they fear. Tell me in its stead: what do you desire most?

[erythristic]

[crossing her arms, she does not back down from this woman's unspoken challenge.]

I cannot say. Fate has blessed me with grace enough that what I might have said in response to that is rendered no longer in existence. Perhaps it is something as simple as an answer, or as grand as a destiny, or somewhere in between.