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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[assalted]

[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.]

[muhafiz]

[[ 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...

[assalted]

[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.

[muhafiz]

[[ 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.

[assalted]

[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.]