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TEST DRIVE MEME #3

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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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seelie court.

[ she's lived too long in a hard, unforgiving world not to be eager to make the most of such excess that spreads around her - esteemed as she'd been, she's never seen such rife opulence. usually, her will to revel in it would get the better of her. right now, after the scant information she's been given, it leaves a sour taste in her mouth. if there's a war to be fought, surely such celebration is best left for after. perhaps it's to win over softer hearts and minds, but while Nabooru isn't one to back down from a fight, she's also not the sort to throw herself in to something she doesn't understand. certainly not now.

feasts, at least, provide ample opportunity to listen in, though it seems the majority assembled here are a little like her, out of place and uncertain. still, doing the rounds of the feast table, she tries to pick up what she can, get some kind of base for herself. it's hard not to be distracted by the sheer array of food before her, though, and she spends a considerable amount of time eyeing the platters in equal parts curiosity and supicion.

the wine, at least, has not proven to be poison so far. she who dares wins. ] It's quite a greeting.

station.

[ as it is, even after settling herself there remains plenty to learn, but it's a welcome way to busy herself. despite being given a brief explanation on how to use the laptop she's currently hefting above the table, Nabooru doesn't even have the thing open. instead, she's turning it over and over, mint tea going long forgotten in favour of studying the contraption. fairies have come and gone to offer suggestions, but she's not particularly interested in paint or purble place - she wants to figure out how such a thing works.

having surmised that the little pins dotting the bottom of it must be key to seeing the innards of the beast. wanting a look at the mechanics of it, she tries teasing the nails out with her fingers, tapping around them to loosen them, and banging the thing once or twice, because Gerudo craftsmanship is second to none but calling it delicate would probably be a lie.

eventually, she removes one of her heavy golden bracelets. with the corner slotted into the top of the pin, she thinks she just might be able to unscrew it. ]

Searching for lost treasure, Nabooru?

[The Station was considered neutral ground between the Seelie and Unseelie court, but this did not prevent the likes of Ganondorf from coming and going. He was long overdue to take a look at this place and was perversely pleased to come across Nabooru. Until now, they had only chance to speak on the lockets due to being aligned to different courts.

But for all he had learned, he was as ignorant of the strange decide as she was. He stood behind her, having approached quietly, proving that for all that had passed, he was still as stealthy a Gerudo as he'd ever been.]

[ though she tenses at the sound of him, there is no jumping to her feet, no lunging for a weapon, despite the reflexive urge to try and send the laptop across his face. if she managed to get that far it would definitely be its own reward, but she enforces a strict kind of calm on herself as she tilts her head to look at him over her shoulder. for all he will alays be looking down on her, she always maintains a haughty cant of her head.

and really, it's damned unfair that he can sneak up like that. it shouldn't be surprising - she trained ith him, ran with him, hunted and hid and stole with him, but the extent of his malice, his evil, his power -- such things she should be able to feel. alas, the Great King of Evil is greater in force than a single Sage.

even so, she considers spitting into his face, but she possesses wisdom and control enough to stay such wishes.

after a moment, she grins up at him. ]

Is that why you came here, Ganondorf?

[There was a time when Ganondorf simply laughed freely. But when he chuckled, as he did now, it was always dark and twinged with malice. He never seemed to truly and genuinely smile, even when he laughed. He was grim and aged far, with a tiredness that belied his enormous strength.]

Perhaps I have. But I've yet to see anything of value. Until now. [He smiles thinly, but the smile does not reach his eyes.] You've not changed at all.

[ what follows is somewhere between a huff and a hum, the sound amused, but desert dry. sitting back, she affects ease and nonchalance - in truth, where once she had relished his company, now the proximity makes her skin crawl. his presence is a constant reminder of her forced servitude looking up at him, she tilts her head, earrings jingling, but the expression is not coy, not on her. ]

For once, I cannot fault your sense of priority, Ganondorf. What brings you so far from whatever dark place you've holed yourself up in?

Curiosity. Many have traveled to this place and spoke of its wonders. I thought I might do the same.

[Briefly he caught her eyes as he looked down at her, but then he turned away with his arms folded behind him. He took a few steps as he raised his eyes to study the rotating fan on the ceiling.]

I read once that in the time of the Demon King, that our own land once flourished with not just life, but technology as well. Perhaps it looked like this place does.

[ when he looks away, the force of his gaze turned elsewhere, she isn't sure if she feels relieved or angry. a foot taps in agitation, perhaps impatience; Nabooru is brave, and sometimes rash, but she is no fool. she knows better than to attack him herself. but still the temptation strings tight in lean muscle - sitting easy in his company seems disrespectful to all she fought for.

but she allows a scoff, the sound falling hard from her mouth. ]

If any would be capable, it would be the Gerudo, [ once, she'd have said our people. Ganondorf is no longer afforded the honour. ] But it would have been a damn sight warmer, and with far less aimless wandering.

[He welcomes her to strike. There was once a time when she surpassed him at so many things. Perhaps he might never have surpassed her in speed, but time and dedication had allowed him to surpass her and everyone else in so many ways. He had even surpassed the witches in skill. There was still a boy inside who would welcome the chance to prove to her how far he'd come.]

Of that I have no doubt. [She may not bestow him that honor, but he still has his Gerudo pride. It defines him as much as it does her.] What is the aim of your wandering? Do you seek to shelter in the so-called neutrality of this place?

[ she stares at his back for a moment, then kicks her chair aside as she rises to her feet, one hand perched on a hip to saunter over to him. her line of sight tracks his. ]

You know me better, even now. [ it's irritating to admit, in many ways. ] This place is vast and strange. I will learn it, if they mean to keep me here.

You would do better to fight. [He at long last turns to her, his golden eyes fixed on hers. Behind his usual veneer of greed and power lust, there's a nostalgia to be found. He spent centuries without his kind and returned to a world where they were absent. Nabooru is that last remnant of his people. The last he might ever have.] We once fought side by side, Nabooru. Here, we have opportunity to do so again. It should be you commanding at my side.

[Once he would have been unable to forgive her treachery. But he'd had such a very, very long time to let some grudges die in favor of others strengthening.]

[ and she stares at him with something like disbelief and scorn and wonder painting her features. while she might be marvelling at his gall to ask her, a greater part of her is struck by the fact that he is asking. she'd laugh, but it doesn't manage to be funny. at another time, when she was better used to his presence and the changes time have laid in him, she might scoff at him, respond with a taunt - right now, she is simply caught too off-guard to toss up bravado.

livid and uncertain, she speaks terse but firm. ]

And what is it you're fighting for here, great king?

[He is satisfied to know he has her attention. He knows she will not join him willingly. With her in his grasp now, it would not be so hard to make her serve him again. There had been plans for just that before everything had gone so wrong. But he had no desire to do so. She'd earned her place as second in command for many reasons, but she'd kept it for so long for reasons more than just ability.

He looked away and though his features were older than they'd ever been, there was traces of the boyish ambition that had once made him exceptional and eventually led to his downfall.]

The conflict between the Seelie and the Unseelie is a petty and endless conflict. All that matters is that one side must win. Once the conflict has ended, the way home shall be opened to us. We will return wiser, stronger, and empowered to rectify what has went wrong. This War of the Shards is inevitable, Nabooru. You should choose the winning side now, before it is too late.

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[ though pragmatic, Nabooru does not have the scope of time and distance to dull the spike of recent events. anger, and that deeper sense of hurt, fan her pridefulness to white hot flame; Ganondorf could tell her the desert sky was blue and she might argue just for the sake of it.

she might be able to pick his argument apart, but there's a crude and callous kind of sense in what he says that she deigns to ignore. lip curling into a sneer, she folds her arms, looking at him evenly. ]

Which side is that? Unseelie? Or your own?

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It is a display that does not settle well with the knowledge war that we have been drawn to.

[ Kaldur settles closer to the wall, as is his wont during the welcoming feasts. The first he had been too wrapped in his own concerns and grief to have handled well, but the subsequent ones he had tended to avoid out of a desire to leave the crowd. Yet friends have come through during these times, so is willing to attend, sticking towards the shadows and edges to observe.

But the comment paired with his observation of her actions lends him to believe her somewhat of a kindred spirit, unsettled by the grandiose greeting for a war that holds far too few details to his comfort. ]

I am Kaldur'ahm, and even the time I have spent here since being first drawn has not served to make me any less apprehensive of such festivities, in light of what we are 'meant' to be facing.

[ glancing over at the speaker, she is warmed by understanding, reassured that not everything in this foreign land is strange and ill. inclining her head to him in greeting, she allows a smile, brief but bright - he's a handsome boy, but the matter at hand is not one for levity. ]

It'll take more than this to buy the services of the Exalted Nabooru, [ she remarks, wry, her introduction meriting a cant of her hip. what he has to say is deemed worthwhile; at the least, he has experience, but he seems sensible too. ] Wars are not won from feasts. Have you been here long, Kaldur'ahm?

[ Kaldur nods briefly at her introduction. This woman is clearly from a different world than his own, but many are such. She has had experience in battles, which is more interesting and far rarer, but also very welcome. There are many here who seem to not understand war, and it is a curious concept. ]

Four months, or thereabouts. And for all the searching I have done in that time, the reasoning of these "monarch's" seems no clearer than it did the day I arrived to a feast much like this one.

[ He has fought battles in this war, twice in defense, has fought the dangers of the creatures that dwell within this world, and he still has farther to search still. At least he is slowly gaining allies and friends, regardless of the courts so far. Gathering information from other places is vital, and he is curious to see how things unfold. There is something that seems wrong with this whole war, and Kaldur has every intention of discovering what it might be. ]

I do not like being told what side I am to take in a conflict that is not of my business.

[ his response has her brow furrowing, both in thought and in frustration. arms folding, she studies him briefly, can see in him a wisdom that seems to surpass his age.

still, valuable as his words are, she doesn't much like what they mean. but idle conjecture goes against her pragmatism; Nabooru will get the answers she needs, of this much she is certain. ]

That makes two of us, then. [ at least. Nabooru doubts they are alone in this much. continuing, her tone turns airier:] Not that I can fault their choice. [ then she's set again, serious. ] Four months. What conflict has this place seen?

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There have been only two battles so far. [ which is a blessing, though small. ] The first was precipitated on behalf of the monarchs the second month I was here.

The second battle concluded only recently, in time for the feast by a handful of days. It was initiated by a member of the opposite court, due to a friend of mine acquiring a... gem that was considered theirs. From their homeworld, apparently, nothing to do with the "shards" we are meant to carry.

[ And Kaldur still needs to have words with Clarisse on that score, but it can wait for now. ]

The first month, both courts were beset by monsters. Giant worms that could only be sliced into pieces and burned. The third had some other trouble, though I had been busy trying to settle some of my own affairs, and could not tell you a great deal about what was going on. Rogue pixies, apparently.

[ He describes all of this flatly. The sort of tone a commander would have who has seen so much weird shit he's stopped questioning any more, and doesn't even pretend to have a clue what sort of junk is going down. ]

I confess I was hoping for something of a reprieve. I have a friend who is helping me make inquiries among all the different 'nations' present in this world, to get a clearer picture of the conflict. But when innocents are threatened, I find that I cannot stand aside.

[ He is telling her a lot, taking a chance on an extension of trust, and the way his eyes constantly flick back towards her as he surveys the action of the feast, paired with the relaxed but ready stance he takes observing show that he is ready.

Twenty-one and a leader of five years, sometimes he forgets how young he is, how young his teammates are, in the eyes of others. ]

[ if his tone comes as a surprise, it doesn't show; she listens to him with a slow nod, considering - there's no suggestion on her face that she doubts his report, which is true enough. in him, she finds only earnestness, and while she cannot understand entirely what his explanation means coming from him, she knows it's something to pay attention to. the respect of the Gerudo is hard won, but the Sage of Spirit is a little different.

knocking back a mouthful of wine, she sets the goblet aside and faces him directly. there's a flat kind of honesty to her tone as she replies. ]

I appreciate this, Kaldur'ahm. I don't like being signed up unwillingly for war, but I won't ignore a threat either. What can you tell me about this court? The people in it?

[ Ned stared a moment overlong at the stranger, her hawkish nose, her dark skin. He'd never had much opportunity to acquaint himself with foreigners outside of the mercenaries which flocked to the war.

If nothing else, his attention seems utterly innocent in its openness. ]

Aye, that it is. To be torn from home and kin and told you're little but a pig going to the slaughter, and have the matter celebrated.

[ The words were black, fell from his mouth like leaden weights. ]

[ quite used to men staring, she makes no fuss about it - usually, she'd be driven to tease him for it, to meet him with a grin and a quip. right now, the subject calls for a little more serious. Nabooru answers with a low hum of agreement - recently, she has not exactly been surrounded by home and kin, but she still understands, sympathises. ]

They seem to think a party will buy service. [ she scoffs. ] Such soldiers would be worthless for any real fight.

[ He'd love the opportunity to agree with her.

Instead, he sighs, shoulders sagging. ]

Not so, I'm afraid. Some moons I've remained here; and a good many of the soldiers gathered who are determined to fight are... skillful. Some genuinely good men; others young, eager for glory and victory.

[ But he dipped his chin, offered his work-roughened hand. ]

Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell.

[ her eyes narrow in distaste, and she casts a glance about them, not wary but disdainful. she is curious in her concern, wondering, because whatever action comes here she needs to know who she can count on, who she can't.

she takes his hand, shakes it firmly. Stark. Winterfell. cold words, hard words; indeed, there is something wintry in him, too. ]

Nabooru, Exalted of the Gerudo. [ her flat expression creaks into a small, determined sort of smile. ] You have been here some time, Stark. Tell me, what do you think of the king and queen I've heard talk of?

[ The skin of his hands is very pale against hers, nut-brown. And less clean, at that; he might have come to the feast straight from currying horses or handling hounds. ]

Hearing talk of them is near the most you will do, regarding them. They are passive, and near always out of sight. The Unseelie Court, I understand, is possessed of more active leadership.

I do not intend to linger much longer under the auspices of their protection.

[ Exalted though she may be, she does not seem displeased by strong, calloused hands. if anything, it wins a brief smile from her, earnest and glad. she doesn't know of many lords willing to dirty their hands. ]

Elusive leaders, placating us with parties. [ she scoffs again, hands coming to her hips; it's clear she thinks little of such authority. but her interest is piqued by thought of an alternative. tilting her head, she looks at him closely. ] What will you do?

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TALL GLASS OF WATER...LAD 8D

THEY MAKE 'EM FINE IN ATLANTIS

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ITS ALL THE OMEGA-3 IN THE FISH, I'M TELLIN' YA

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neeeeeeeeed ;~;

ahhh, I was worried I wouldn't have time to tag you! c: she'd be a great addition!

I'm really glad you did 8]

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