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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ahhhhh!

[bollock]

[Oh, this is novel! Usually, it's the angel who appears out of nowhere and gives him the sort of butt-puckering surprise that his little smoker's heart isn't overly fond of, but this time it's John's turn to show up at Manny's back, practically gleeful in an attempt to cover up how in over his head he feels. How out of his element. How unprepared. He has a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, a leaf or two sticking out of his hair, and the biggest mug full of alcohol that he could find. (Because when in Rome, right?)]

Don't waste your time with those, eh? Try the ale instead.

[What does John have against healthy foods? Same thing he has against most things that are actually good for him or might stand a chance of possibly making him happy, of course. An innate and bone-deep mistrust.

The sort of mistrust he directed at Manny for so long, but which has been chipped slowly away over time, turned into the sort of sneered sarcasm and sharp barbs that he doesn't... totally 100% mean anymore. When he's not angry.

He pushes that particularly traitorous thought away and gestures widely at their surroundings, sloshing lager over his fingers and the cuffs of his jacket.]

So. This your doing, old son? Or are you just along for the ride too?

[guidance]

[What's that? John Constantine? Here, in a new world, in desperate need of some

HEAVENLY TROLLING???




Guidance. We mean guidance.

Manny isn't surprised. Nice try, though. His eyes flicker to the mug in John's hands, and the sloshing over of the liquid, before flickering back to John's face. Not because he didn't notice it without looking directly at it. Just so John could know that he is disapproving of the entire thing.]

You know this would not be my doing, John. I only offer counsel. [And John looks like he sure is in need.] Regardless of where you are, your mission, your purpose, is the same.

[bollock]

[He scoffs, like he always does when Manny starts talking about the boundaries that he isn't meant to cross. It's all a load of bollocks, if you ask John. (Nobody ever asks John.)

In any case, he responds to the look of disapproval with a cheeky tip of his drink and a wink in Manny's direction before taking another pull, bringing his wet knuckles to his mouth afterwards so as not to waste any of the precious alcoholic liquid. He's pretty sure he's going to have to do a lot of drinking for this situation to start making any kind of sense.]

That so? [The question is defiant, even though he knows as well as anyone that he's probably always going to continue doing what he'd been doing no matter where he goes. He still gives Manny a look, all the way up and all the day down, before flicking his cigarette butt into the grass and putting the ember out with the sole of his shoe. In truth, there's a certain kind of comfort in finding that familiar face even as far away as... wherever here is, but like Hell John's ever going to admit that aloud.] How'd they manage that, anyhow? Takes some doing, I imagine: snatching up an Angel of the Lord.