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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lancer | fate/stay night | court undecided

[cuchulainn]

( arrival )

[ as lancer muscled his way towards a table and tried to get himself a drink and some food, he hardly looked like someone rudely taken from somewhere without his consent. did he seem angry? no. confused? no. this was a fine situation in his book.

although, his acceptance of the situation wasn't the same as being foolish enough not to have any sort of caution. lancer was well aware this was no ordinary place. the manner of his arrival and the appearance of area and it's inhabitants were more than enough to reveal that, nevermind the talk of shards and so on. a quick, friendly seeming look from him would take in anything he needed to know about the people nearest him. so, he was on guard in a sense, but lancer wouldn't turn down free food and drink when offered to him.

well. in most cases.

so, dressed as he was, lancer stuck out as a sore thumb. despite that, his relaxed demeanor allowed him to mix into the crowd with ease. and if some of the people- and creatures -seemed to treat him with over familiarity, lancer merely let it wash over him.

if he had been here before, he had no memories of it. but those were the circumstances of any servant. well, most.

anyway, he probably bumped into more than one person in his attempt to reach one of the tables. ] Ah, sorry about that. [ he would offer quickly, followed by a grin.

later on, after leaving the tables once he's had his fill of food, he'll be easily found milling around the edge of the crowd. ]


( wildcard )

[ anything else you might want from this dope. ]

8) 8) 8)

[universed]

[ jostled from lancer's careless bump, korra's flawless in her recovery, and she glances back at this guy. ]

Watch where you're— [ ... oh spirits. ] You!

[ it's that guy. that guy merida liked. the guy with the weird name. well, two weird names. ]

You're.. [ crap, what did hiccup and jack call him?? it was something weirdly unpronounceable for her. some sort of... odd... thing. ] Choo-choo?

oh my god

[cuchulainn]

Yeah? [ maybe he was about to apologize some more, but any attempt at that was stopped before it began.

he could already guess where this was going. that was too bad. ] What about me?

[ ...or, maybe not. lancer squinted at her. ] Choo-what? [ ah. was she trying to say his name? the first thing lancer would like to ask was how she knew it, seeing as he didn't go giving that out willy-nilly but-

...choo-choo? ]

look it has to live on, ok

[universed]

[ ??? was she wrong? it had been several years since she'd seen lancer around, let alone used his actual real name. ]

Choo — no, maybe Khu-Khu... something, I dunno, it was some weird sort of name that I can't pronounce. [ like all the other places here. ] Usually I just called you "Lancer", it was a lot easier.

[cuchulainn]

Don't worry about it. [ he'd prefer it if she didn't use his name at all. ] Lancer's what I'd prefer to go by.

[ so long as he remained a servant and was unaware of his place in the scheme of this world, anyway. ] So, I have been here before, eh? And what's your name?

I apologize in advance, this is gonna get messy

[notyetlegend]

[It's the voice that catches her attention more than anything.

Merida feels her throat constrict as she hears it, then turns her head to look, eyes wide and looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her chest clenches, and for a moment tears prick her eyes before she realizes he's looking at her like it's the first time he's seen her.

This isn't the Lancer she knows.

And that hurts, possibly more than his leaving did, and she manages to smile, shaking it off. It's unfair, but the Drabwurld is an unfair place.]

It's fine. I wasn't watching where I was goin'.

[And there goes her heart breaking all over again.]

sdfskldfj i embrace the messiness

[cuchulainn]

[ well, then. stepping on some toes or jostling someone a bit too roughly surely didn't lead to that kind of look, did it? ]

You sure about that? [ it was lancer's natural instinct to worry over a woman in distress. it was probably one of his greater weaknesses. whether or not she was aware of that, lancer couldn't know. for all he knew, she had simply confused him for someone else.

because clearly, there was someone else walking around looking similar to him. ]

good cause it's gonna suck

[notyetlegend]

I'm sure.

[There's definitive proof in his reaction, and she wilts a little on the inside, tucking a war braid behind her ear as her cheeks tinge pink. This wasn't fair, but she took it to the chin, straightening herself and placing a hand on her hip near a sword.

Gods she didn't know whether to punch him or what.

For the moment, she settles for small talk, even as she feels the lump in her throat grow.]

Settlin' in well then I see?

[cuchulainn]

Even if the trip here was a bit troublesome, being welcomed by a feast like this isn't something to get angry about.

[ he was content despite that. compared to his existence prior to this, being summoned here was a refreshing- and somewhat familiar -change. there were still questions that he had but they could wait for another day. assuming he was here for that long, anyway. learning that he had been here before led him to believe that could change at any time. ]

Though I suppose plenty of folks think otherwise. [ they didn't have the mindset of someone like lancer. that and he suspected most of them were ordinary humans. ]

Now... [ though she had insisted she was fine, lancer suspected this encounter would go downhill from here. ] Do you mind introducing yourself, little miss?

I apologize for him in advance...

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh sensed the man coming a mile away. He could try to blend in, keep his head down and stick to the very edges of the place, but as King among them all Gilgamesh knew well the energy of a fellow Servant. And he recognizes this one in particular, having met him once before.

The memories were not fond.

Gilgamesh approaches Lancer from behind after he's snatched some treats from the table, and for him he wears the traditional armor of his station, shining and gold and a distinct reminder of just and what he was. Just in case he needed one, or especially if he didn't.]

Hound.

[He tips his head up in a subtle display of dominance. He's expecting fealty. He's expecting respect. Pay up, Lancer.]

How good of you to return to us at long last.

LMDFK I LOVE GIL, NO WORRIES i hope i don't suck

[cuchulainn]

[ well, now the food had a sour taste. lancer spared a moment to wash it down before turning to face gilgamesh, a wary expression on his face.

ah, all decked out in his armor and with that expression. gilgamesh was in his element here, no doubt about it. this was going to be a problem. ] Now, there's no need to call me that. [ was his drawled reply. whatever gilgamesh was expecting, he wasn't going to get it. ]

Miss me, did you? Figured you wouldn't have anything to do with me at this point.

[ more like, let's not start a fight in the middle of some revelry. ]

NO WORRIES I welcome all my fatekin with open arms!!

[babbylon]

Dogs do not deserve names.

[Ordinarily, Gilgamesh was more cordial. The Drabwurld had softened his rougher edges and so he would greet most with a quick smile and a pleasant word. Lancer receives no such treatment for insulting him when last they spoke, and thus he will behave much as the man remembers him: a great, shining, golden pain in the ass.]

And I missed naught about you but your stench. Who invited you, then?

[Because mistakes were made. Gilgamesh may not look ready to fight, but he certain looks ready to spit at him.]

[cuchulainn]

I wouldn't know.

[ he was curious about that. it was one of the few questions circling through his mind. that could wait, though. letting his mind wander with gilgamesh fouling up the atmosphere would be foolish.

and if gilgamesh spat on him, he'd have more than a disgruntled lancer on his hands. ]

I don't much care, anyway, without someone claiming me as their Master from the start. I don't think it concerns you, either, Gilgamesh.

: )

[wwjd]

[It's once he's left the festivities, wandering distant from all gathered, that Kirei approaches.

From behind.

He speaks up loud enough to be heard when there's good timing for it, and he isn't foolish enough to expect a Servant not to pick up or sense him in the slightest, but Kirei at first makes no attempt to step out in front of him.]

... Heroic Spirit, welcome to Allaidh Darach. [He offers that greeting freely.

He can't help it. Something about this Servant—his appearance, his ease?—makes him feel like treating him so casually. (That's not really true; he'd act this way with any Servant.)]

We are lucky indeed to have another of your kind here. Though you have wandered far from the Holy Grail, this world has just as much to offer.

OH........................

[cuchulainn]

[ that voice was familiar.

if this was the time to materialize the gae bolg, this was it. but lancer held back. ]

Ah, so... [ as he turned around, he expected to see the same priest as before. but there were obvious differences to have him questioning his belief that this was kotomine. still, the sudden tension that ran though lancer's body would be obvious to him. ]

Would you be the one who summoned me, then? [ that would be more than rain on his parade. ]

he missed you servant #2 (tho he is pre-mullet so he doesn't know you)

[wwjd]

[Don't stab him through the heart, Lancer. you'll make a lot of Drabwurld churchgoers and orphans very sad. —Well, his heart isn't really beating or alive, either.]

How interesting. What do you mean by that?

[Definitely, the tension is unmistakable. That's so curious. Kirei is more than a little intrigued, and he decides he won't be leaving him alone, not yet.]

(good thing tbh)

[cuchulainn]

[ now it's time to wonder if kotomine really doesn't recognize him, or if he's just lying and happened to get a hair cut.

but, no, he did look younger.

what the hell. ]

Don't worry yourself over it. I'll go ahead and take that as a no.

edge of the crowd.

[counterfeight]

[ After running into that... odd Kirei, but the Gawain he knows, Archer is more than prepared for the discrepancies in the timelines, and the sight of this lancer... how odd. But "how odd" seems to be the theme of the evening, so it might not be that odd at all, by those standards.

He hasn't bothered to try any of the food or even to ease his way into the festivities, but he waits for Lancer to get close, rather than approach. They'll both know the other is a Servant, so why bother hiding it? ]

You're pretty calm, considering the situation.

dropkicks

[cuchulainn]

[ if one more person that lancer would rather see stabbed showed up, he was going to- ]

Same goes for you, Archer.

[ this is about as cordial he was going to get for the moment. although, they weren't necessarily at war at the moment- so he assumed -that didn't mean lancer liked him any more.

whatever; there was no point in bickering about it for now. ]

Enjoying yourself?

dickpunts

[counterfeight]

[ ... Ah, well if there was something he wasn't expecting, it would be for this version of Lancer to know what his class is... unless they really were summoned and he were the last to be accounted for? Gawain would be Saber, he would be archer, and now apparently, a Lancer... perhaps Drake is somewhere around here as well, and there'll be a small disaster as half the country side is pillaged.

Confusion flickers across his face for a brief moment, before he recovers, hides the emotion away behind a smug mask. ]

As much as one can, like this.

[ You know, summoned out of the blue, not having a master... Being served all this food which kind of sucks... Stuff like that. ]

[independant]

For a Servant known for their agility, you seem to have trouble getting from point a to point b without rudely knocking someone over.

[ What a lovely greeting from an enemy Master.

She doesn't appear a day older than the war physically, but the way she carries herself shows she has more experience than before. At least enough experience to wear a pair of gloves to hide her Command Seals and to not be pushed over by someone much taller than herself. ]

[cuchulainn]

I'd like to see any Servant who can get through a crowd this size without knocking some shoulders. [ honestly, though, he's not even trying. ]

You don't seem too shaken up, though, missy. [ no, rather, rin looked quite good. now that she was here, lancer was beginning to wonder where that boy was. surely shirou wouldn't leave rin alone in his company for long if he was around. ]

[independant]

[ As tempting as it may be to say something akin to Archer's skill in comparison to his own, Rin minds her tongue. ]

No, I suppose that I don't. [ Years ago she may have been at her first feast, but thankfully she had Archer there to help her through it. ]

I'm no Servant so afraid I'm incapable of relating, but I have to ask if you're used to this?

c:

[skjalf]

( To be thus jostled at a function like this isn't common in her experience. The chalice of wine she'd been nursing nearly slips from her fingers, some of its contents sloshing upon the ground. A little, wistful sigh escapes her at the loss, but she straightens herself and manages to greet his apology with a small smile. )

Worry not, I am unharmed. ( Ah, he's new. Elizabeth can tell not because she hasn't seen him before (and she hasn't), but because he has the tell-tale look of caution about him. Holding up the chalice toward him, she asks curiously: )

Here, take this with my goodwill, sir. There is always more where it came from. And I would also like to recommend the pheasant. It is particularly good.

[oathshackledbird]

[If Lancer's outfit makes him stick out like a sore thumb, then he is a sore thumb who is not alone. Diarmuid's outfit is very similar, except in green instead of blue. As far as Lancer servants go, he's a pretty normal example.

Except he's not. Most servants don't have missing limbs, and it is obvious that Diarmuid's silver right arm is a replacement even if it moves as if he was born with it. He also has three odd red 'scars' that start near his right cheekbone and travel down his neck before disappearing. When he speaks, the observant will notice silver fangs in his mouth. These are all things that mark him as very much no longer a normal servant. His years here have changed him quite a bit.

Yet, with all the changes, his smile as he approaches is gentle and welcoming. When he speaks, the words are not in the normal language of the world, but the language he grew up with. One he knows his fellow servant grew up with as well. Ancient Gaelic.]

Finally, they have seen fit to return the Son of Light to us. You have missed a great deal, my friend.