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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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[[ 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. ]]

[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?

[[ Her dark eyes did a quick up-down flick, assessing him as he drew closer, and her posture stiffened still marginally more; her hands folded behind the small of her back at parade rest. ]]

Civilian.

[[ It sounded half-reverent, rolling off her tongue, or like a high title. 'Your Majesty' could be uttered in a tone like that... though only by scraping servants. ]]

I cannot provide immediate diagnostics, sir; my tac-com equipment appears damaged. I have not yet been informed of where class 9 soldiers may report for routine dialysis and related medical services and am awaiting acknowledgement by superiors. Local computers are unresponsive to voice command or holo-interfacing.

[His eyebrows arch up at the subservient tone, disappearing under bangs carefully arranged to cover his forehead for Reasons, and his hands lift automatically in that universal gesture of "chill out, I am harmless and unimportant".]

Okay, that was a whole lot of a sci-fi babble and I actually understood maybe half of it. But I'm pretty sure electronics don't work here, if that's what you're wondering.

[Almost too casual, still with all a teenager's absolute irreverence despite everything. But in his defense, he was pretty sure trying to blindly mimic her soldier talk would just make him look like a tool.]

[[ Her unblinking gaze was trained on him very, very steadily. In the stillness, a muscle in her jaw twitched, and the line of her mouth tightened into a small, pale bud of impersonal agitation. ]]

Civilian.

Forgive my impertinence: interpersonal humor might be better served among your peers. Class-9 military bioproducts require such medical services...

[[ But almost as she said it, the words lit up some doubt in her, and though her facial features fought to remain impassive, a worried furrow creased her brow. ]]

... Is... Or is my obsolescence the issue, sir? Am I unfit for deployment? Until the issue of the civilian fleet, my record was above reproach, despite the issue of my age...

[He was oddly still himself -- still shifted with a human's surprise and discomfort, habits he hasn't yet had the years to break, but in the moments where he was unmoving it was almost supernaturally so, without so much as the rise and fall of breathing.

But for all his little oddities, his perplexed and vaguely concerned expression was so very human.]

Woah, woah, relax. You're not...obsolete, or anything like that. I have no idea what you're talking about.

[[ There was a significant pause from her, after those reassurances; but with a strange and almost childlike trust, she at length nodded, accepting his word at face value. ]]

That is... that is good to hear. I worried, have worried, for years. I am no longer... no longer efficient, I imagine.

[That seemed like a good sign. Simon's mouth twitched into a crooked half smile, like he wasn't sure if it might be counterproductive but he can't help but be a bit optimistic.]

I'm pretty sure anyone who actually worries about whether or not they're "efficient" is definitely more efficient than the rest of us.

[Translation: chill, you're doing fine.]

[ ...well. That is certainly a sight one doesn't often see.

Though he doesn't recognize the woman, the military posture is one he's familiar with given his own life as a SOLDIER. More than her strange appearance, however, she doesn't seem well, and that is enough to prompt him to approach.

A large blade hangs from his back, but his demeanor is gentle enough. She must be a new arrival, and he doesn't want to startle her. ]

Hey. Is there anything you need some help with?

[[ At his approach, one hand rose in a straight-pamled salute before the altogether diminutive woman fell into an obvious parade rest, chin high, back straight, shoulders set. ]]

Civilian Commander.

[[ The words of address sounded like a designation of rank; and by her stiff formality, one assigned to a far superior officer. ]]

I've been awaiting command and assignment to a medbay. None of my tac-comms appear to be functioning, and local computers don't respond to vocal commands.

[ Ah...

Zack considers the woman with curiosity as much as thoughtfulness. The rigidity of her stance and diction almost reminds him of automated prompts he used to hear back home when he still worked for ShinRa. He can't tell if she was made this way or if she was modified after birth.

Either way, it does tug at his heart a little. He smiles softly. ]

Technology itself hasn't advanced very far in this world so whatever you have isn't likely to work while you're here.

I could probably find a healer for you, but I don't think they have an official medbay you can go to.

[ A beat, then- ]

Have you ever known someone to use magic where you're from?

[[ Her own expression twitched towards bafflement, her hairless brows creasing into an uncertain furrow. It was a beat before she inquired further, the parade rest still unbroken, ]]

I... would appreciate any elaboration you could offer, sir.

[[ The faintest uptilt of tone at the end almost made the statement a question. But if the unwavering quality of her attention upon him was any indication, she wasn't at all disbelieving. ]]

[ Zack nods once. An elaboration it is, then. ]

Magic is a sort of energy and power that can be channeled to achieve what wouldn't ordinarily be possible.

For example- you can use batteries or electricity to power different devices. With magic, it's a similar principle only it comes from a difference source. It can come from inside a person, or it can from the world around you.

[ Raising his arm so she can see, there are several, glittering orbs about the size of a marble, all different colors. ]

Where I'm from, people have magic inside them, and they channel it using these. This one [ he taps a red Materia ] creates fire, and this one [ he shows her a blue one ] creates ice.

There are others that do a variety of other things, and you can do a lot with the runes here, too. It just depends on what you want to focus on.

[[ Respiration, oxidation; she knew well enough that organisms were powerhouses of energy as a matter of course, and his scant elaboration gave rise to suspicions that perhaps these people had simply... learned alternate means of harvesting that energy.

But... one point stuck. ]]

You say... 'the world'. Are we... in orbit? Or... approaching planetary systems?

[ He's not a professor on this subject by any means. He would rather be concise when explaining things like this, if possible, and he hopes she understood most of it.

Her question, however, is telling. Zack shakes his head. ]

The name of this world -- this place, this planet -- is Allaidh Darach.

Once we arrive, we can't go back to where we came from.

[ Or at least, not by choice. ]

[[ Her pupils began to narrow; her nostrils flared, the only signal of a sharply indrawn breath. A flush began to crawl up her throat, and it seemed that, suddenly, she buzzed with tightly-contained energy. ]]

... You mean to say, sir.... You mean to say that we are on a planet? Atmosphere, day-cycles, landmasses?

[ ...well, that certainly is a puzzling reaction. His brow wrinkling slightly, Zack nods once. ]

Yes. There's a map I can show you, if you'd like.

[ there's something familiar in those sharp eyes, that authoritative stance, the curve of her jawline, and korra narrows her eyes thoughtfully. for a second her head tips to the side as she inspects the woman from across the room, but eventually the familiar feeling (and desire to help others) wins out over her distance, and she approaches the small woman. korra's always been a big believer in destiny, so she'll follow her gut — she offers the woman a warm smile. the first thing she wants to do is help the woman relax, and then she'll concern herself with offering any healing she can.

holding out a hand, korra offers one of the two glasses of water she's holding. ]

Thirsty?

[[ Alyosha's posture tightened to a parade rest at Korra's approach, and she politely shifted her gaze to the middle-distance between them until addressed. But the question clearly took her off-guard, and she stared at Korra a long and hard moment as if expecting that the question were a jest at her expense.

But when nothing more came, tentatively, she inquired, ]]

... Forgive the imposition of a question, Civilian, but... aren't the offerings restricted to your caste? It would be... remarkably against protocol to allow a bioproduct to mingle at such a function. Especially one serving court-martial investigation and dishonorably demoted to Lieutenant.

[ ... wait. what?

korra blinks in surprise at the woman's reply, baffled by the use of the word "caste" and what that could mean for the world from where she comes. so taken aback is she that korra momentarily lowers the offered hand as she tries to think of ... something to say to that.

even though she knows people in the fire nation military, she was never enveloped with them and never picked up on the lingo. ]

Things don't work like that here. [ she's trying to pick her words carefully, not wanting to invalidate the culture she must have grown up in, but wanting to reassure her that she doesn't have to worry about stuff like that.

it... may or my not work, but hey! she's trying. ] Right now we don't have to worry about who belongs where; that's the great thing about truces.

[For Alexstasza, it does not matter who or what she is, where she came from, or why. All that she sees is a creature suffering and so the Dragonqueen is instinctively drawn, radiating an aura of warmth and serenity. Without warning, she reaches out to brush fingers alongers Alyosha's wrist. Even the slightest contact stirs life. Even the mildest touch serves to inspire.]

Dear one.

[Alexstrasza calls out to her, as if to summon her from that faraway space she's drifted into.]

What troubles you?

[[ Oh, she's so unfamiliar with pet-names that the address makes her double-take in dismayed shock, all the fine and faintly-damaged capillaries of her throat still working well enough to make her face flush scarlet as she made to assume parade-rest. ]]

I... Forgive me, you may have me confused for someone else? Before approved redesignation to Alyosha Hazan I was c9Rh-938384.

I am... awaiting relief and assignment.

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TEST DRIVE MEME

Alyosha Hazan // OC // Angelite Syndicate

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