TEST DRIVE MEME #3

[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 Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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erik "magneto" lehnsherr | x-men movieverse | unseelie

[metalica]

THE FEAST / OUTSIDE THE COURT

[ Predictably, he doesn't waste any time. He's dragged to this place without consent and there are things he needs to do; he can already feel the tension rolling off his shoulders, making his fingers grip around nothing. He has no metal on him, either, which is enough to have his senses reaching out to caress anything he can find in the vicinity around him; broaches, rings, watches, anything that he can feel to centre himself, soothe himself. He doesn't bother with dragging them close or heating the atoms, of course, he just wanted the security of knowing that his mutation still worked here - wherever here was.

He wasn't going to wait around to be told about it.

Erik is all fire and rage as he storms through the feast hall, ignoring the food and the people milling around, walking through the corridors and trying to make his way outside. He feels vulnerable, not just because he's out on his own in a new world but because he has none of his armour, he doesn't have his helmet to protect him from telepathy (and, a voice whispers in the back of his head, to protect him from Charles. When he finds the door, or a door, he steps out and breathes the fresher air, reaching out with his mutation and getting used to the new feeling of this world's (place's?) magnetic fields. It's comfortable, then, at least more than it had been, and he relishes the moment of peace before he keeps walking.

If he's here then, surely, the others are too. Logan, Charles, Hank. The lot of them, perhaps even Raven. Half of him wants to seek them out while the other half dismisses it and tells him that it might be best for him to find the 'king and queen' of this place and demand to be sent home.

Instead of doing either he simply stands, watching the world with dark, focussed eyes, pondering his next move. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ A coterie of armored men are walking in the opposite direction... or... mostly-men. An elf walks forward among them, pale eyes hard, flickering over Erik. Beside him are what seem to be two human men, an orc, and something... else. With scaled skin and a serpent's flat face, slitted nostrils flaring.

They're wearing metal armor, carrying metal weapons, and have the efficient, in-time step of longterm military men. ]

Hail, mortal man,

[ Greeted the elf, slowing just a little, his wolfish assessment ended. ]

Did the feast suit you poorly?

[metalica]

[ Erik picks up on the metal almost instantly, feeling it bristle along his senses. He doesn't really seem at all concerned about the different skins and scales and shapes and sizes - he's a mutant, after all, one of his close... Allies had been a Russian teleporter that had skin the colour of blood. None of this really sets him on edge. The metal armour, though, the weapons, the pulse of it, that's enough and he breathes out, feeling it ring through his body. ]

I'm no mortal.

[ He glares, lifting his head, now looking put out; friendliness isn't his forte. ]

I don't do parties.