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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[burningdaylight]

Stranded in what feels like the asscrack of nowhere with no one but Kenny to turn to, Luke looks left and right and follows on his bum leg, hanging on his every word as they pull away from the crowd. He's not drunk enough for the sad excuse for an explanation he's given - but, then again, he wouldn't want to be either, not in the shape he's in. Not when his already-blunted reflexes mean walkers can get the jump on him, nevermind bandits. The noise should've drawn the former in droves by now and the more he tries to wrap his head around this lavish costume party, the less anything makes sense.

"Wha..." He shakes his head helplessly, his face screwing up into a frown. Maybe this is one of those pieces of news better taken sitting down. His leg would appreciate it, at least. "Wait, whaddya mean 'hauled off', exactly?"

[enervated]

He feels a little more at ease away from the bulk of the crowds. While he's adapted in his time here, found it easier to skirt through cities and their alleys, this is still just a tad excessive. And certainly, he knows there's no threat of walkers, it's always something that's just ingrained in him. Be wary, be careful.

Kenny snarls again, briefly, and rubs his right hand on his own left shoulder. Then his expression smooths out to something more neutral. "What's the last thing that happened before you showed up here?"

The limping isn't lost on him. The blood, the appearance of being pretty worse for wear. There's a thin window of time in which he had to have been brought here from, and Kenny wants to know before he's going to get any further in his explanations.

[burningdaylight]

For a simple, harmless question it comes like a knife to the gut and it shows in the blankness of his stare, the helplessness in it. He's not ready to revisit the place of animal desperation and loneliness he just barely escaped by some means he has yet to piece together. But the world never waits for anyone to be ready. His throat bobs shallowly in a few false starts and he gives himself a moment just to breathe, eyes closed, before he relays the facts.

"We were tryin' to cross the lake to the house on the other side," He begins, slow and as measured as he can make it. So careful. "But the ice started to give, an' then when Clem came after me, I-- there was nothin' I could do." A beat. A muscle flexes in his jaw, his expression darkening. "She was right above me an' I, I couldn't get to 'er. Couldn't jus'... push 'er a li'l ways up to the surface."

All he could do was watch her drift further away, too far, her body a silhouette hovering up above near the surface. Close, but not close enough. He blinks and his gaze snaps back to Kenny, an unspoken plea.

"There was still time -- someone, someone could a' gotten to 'er... "

[enervated]

He makes sure to answer that plea first. "She's fine."

But it's still nothing he wanted to hear. Luke should be dead, but isn't, and- he sets his jaw firmly and makes the decision that he's simply not going to think about it as he's been brought back from the dead in a distinctly non-walker form.

So he shifts gears. "Alright. It means when you got hauled off by..." he pauses, feeling like a jackass as he so often does when talking magic shit "either the imps or fairies or whatever the fuck right before you were about to fuckin' drown."

His nose wrinkles with distaste.

"And by hauled off, I mean." His voice gets a mockingly sarcastic 'pleasant' tone. "Hey! Congratulations! You got a piece of a fuckin' magical rock in you somewhere, and that means the assholes in charge of this joint think that you give two shits about their problems!"