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 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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[alittlemorewit]

[She desperately holds on to what is left of her countenance having such a face shown to her. Nothing of the sort had ever entered her mind to be possible. The man before her was grievously injured but claimed to need no medical assistance. He had a red eye and metal in his face and were she made of the sensibilities of most women of her era she might have fainted. She almost did anyway, but for the knowledge that things were different here.]

Self-repair?

[ofloveandbeauty]

It's just us then?

[Minako lets go slightly after a moment, smiling happily.]

It will be like an all expense paid vacation! I bet the food is great here and we can relax a bit!

[She remarked with a happy excitement, jumping up a little. She hasn't forgotten why they're here but for the moment, there is no reason they can't enjoy this.]

[rustic]

It has its perks. [ like the eternal optimism only fairy tale heroes are capable of, for one. ] But I'm not sure I can say the same for this place.

[ it's said very nicely, considering it's a dig at their hosts, leaning on cautious observation rather than any hard sarcasm. david casts a glance back into the room before his attention returns to emma, and it's then that it occurs to him that things have gone more awry than he originally thought. ] You remember me.

[ captain obvious. but the implication's there: showing up here could just be a mistake of the curse breaking, but emma remembering anything about him and his home means the spell didn't work, either. ]

[upastige]

[ He looks somewhat startled for a moment before he gives Arthur a sort of cheeky smile, lifting his shoulders in a lanky, awkward half-shrug. He wasn't skulking, he had been walking around the same as anyone else. It's not his fault that Arthur was a total idiot and didn't seem to pay attention to the world around him half the time. ]

That's me.

[ He looks offended for a moment, crossing his arms. ]

I could ask you the same thing - I'm here to help people, aren't you?

[akito]

[ Akito doesn't approach, per se, but he does wander near the other boy in order to examine the area for any possible weapons. He makes sure to maintain a respectful distance. The food and drink is tempting, but he ignores it completely in favor of snatching up one of the serving forks and slipping it into his pocket. Better a sharp fork than a dull knife, after all.

If Nico happens to notice the theft, Akito will offer a shrug in response. Because, hey. Being kidnapped by a world where your main weapon doesn't work sure does suck. ]

king jas | cpt hook; adventures of a notorious youth

[floreatlibertas]

( o n e )

[ Jas is not worldly in the truest sense of the world. his experience extends from the edges of Britain to the fringe of Africa, the planks of the ship he grabbed as his own and the life lessons it has taught him. all else comes from the pages of books and the flourish of his own imagination. perhaps others would be more skeptical, being whisked away to a magical land filled with wonder and promise—

but James Matthew has been seeking magic for a long time now. of all men, women and children to be snatched by the fairy folk, his kidnapping would have been simple, because on the cusp of sleep he has dreamed of such marvels.

he isn't disappointed.

the feast is as grand as anything Shakespeare could have dreamed up, and the glitter in Jas' eye tells of great glee— though whether this is to the benefit of those around him or not, it's difficult to tell from the mischievous quirk of his lips. this isn't his Island, he knows because that place is naked and his to rule, once he gets there, but Jas is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. this is an adventure in it's own right.

he swaggers along the tables not like a boy who has been coaxed here, but as though he owns them, and the dark curls of his long hair swing against his shoulder as he leans over whomever might be seated to pick a golden apple right off the table. ]

What do you think? [ he engages conversationally ] Are we like Persephone, that in eating a morsel of this feast we will be trapped here for ever?

oh gosh hope this is okay!!

[laat]

[ Dragons do not like cages; even the gilded sort and it takes a few long, heavy beats before she can breathe without wanting to Shout as a dragon would, without wanting to burn it all away in her own anger.

Her soul - a dragon's soul - seethed and clawed against her being, coiled with injured pride that for the few moments of her arrival nearly made her vision white.

But the overlords of this land were not familiar to her, and while she had no doubt very little would withstand yol, ashes would not guarantee her safe return to a world she was meant to save. Bloody, damned little things couldn't wait, could they? They never could.

She took to the plains, to exploration, nearly as soon as she could, with the bow at her back and the dagger at her hip comfortable weights.

She wasn't sure if she heard the beat of his wings or felt his presence first. But that ageless soul rises on its hackles, drawn to something distinctly familiar yet not and the dragonborn raises her eyes to the sky, watches as the dragon - no sort she recognizes - lands not to far away, dust and wind and grass rising beneath the great span of wings.

And speaks in a tongue she understands.

Her approach is marked by tense shoulders and a breath eased to be ready to Shout if there is a need. ] Captured and coddled by some petty nuisances and you complain about a lack of sheep?

[ There's a pause, because her quip was secondary, really. She looks at him, in sort of familiar wonder, and her dragonblood resounds, pinpricks in her fingertips. ] You are not from Skyrim at all, are you?

kira yukimura ϟ teen wolf

[vulpixed]

one.

( she stops in one of the castle’s hallways, takes a deep breath to calm herself, and then squares her shoulders and lifts her chin. this isn’t her first rodeo—and it’s the first time she can say that, is that a good thing or a bad one?—and so she tries to keep calm as she makes her way down the hall. there’s definitely a spark of nervous energy in her—her eyes are darting back and forth, trying to take in everything, and occasionally she murmurs something under her breath, a question or a reassurance. mostly, however, she tries to duck around people and squeeze through as quickly as she can. )

Excuse me—sorry—I just need to get through—

( she’s trying not the get in anyone else’s way, but occasionally she’ll back into someone or step on a few toes—literally. and while she’s sorry about that, she knows she needs to find out if any of the others are here as soon as possible. magical creatures who like to play pranks? yeah, they’ve definitely seen this before. and next time, she’d like to wrap up one magical misadventure before launching straight into the next one, please and thank you. )

kahlan amnell ♬ legend of the seeker ♫ oo1.

[confessing]

{ the mother confessor is no stranger to magical creatures, beautiful and various, but this... the likes of these creatures, these beings, she has never had the pleasure of seeing. they are strange, beautiful, elusive... she will have to see if there is literature, or perhaps someone willing to speak with her about their customs and values. she would like to know their history as well, of course, but all things in due time. she is patient. for the time being, she drinks her surroundings in with a soft smile upon her face, though she remains alert and ever vigilant in the case of any potential threats. she wants to be as friendly as possible, just in case there is cause for potential allegiances... but she is carefully studying each person she comes across, for their truths, to see if they have deceptive hearts or honorable ones. the festivities seem to be well-meaning, without much for ulterior motives, and it isn't long before she finds herself in a position to allow the slightest indulgence of one goblet's worth of wine. she chooses not to imbibe much, as a rule, but there's no sense in avoiding the enjoyment of the revelry while there's still time to do so. she senses something heavy in the air, something that speaks of battle and danger, and she realizes that it may not last long. }

[loveordeath]

[And Mathilda has been lying all her life. To get out of trouble, to get into trouble, to talk to strangers, to talk to her family. Truth never came so easily until Leon came along, and even then only he got to hear what truly went in her heart.

Little white lies aside.]

I can show you my license.

[There's still zero concern in her voice. She's so sure of what she's saying she could probably sell it before an audience.]

[oursavinggrace]

I'm pretty sure most people wouldn't be. So even shadow traveling doesn't work?

[shit.]

[lightcatcher]

[It's fortunate that he's been here for a while now and gotten the hang of things, or his reaction to finding Radagast around these parts would have been a lot uglier. As it is, it's simply hostile and displeased. Because really, chances are anyone from Valinor is not on his side and is a potential threat.

And here he thought he'd get a day out in the woods to himself. There is company that he would prefer to being alone, but none of them are here, and certainly not the man that he just came across. He stops where he is, a good number of feet away, body language alert yet imperious, inherently distrustful and distant.

He barely remembers more about Radagast than his name and affiliation, but that is enough for the moment.]

And what is it that you have to offer your "friend", in the confinements of your hat? [His question is biting. Finally, a familiar face, and it is not one of those that he wishes to see so dearly. It makes his mood even worse.]

HELLOOo

[loveordeath]

[She's seen girls life Effy before. She almost knows exactly who she's talking to when she speaks up, neutral lips, observant eyes. When Leon died she went back to the school for supposed troubled girls to live and learn, and that was when she saw the worst in the world could bring out the best in people after all.

When they weren't total bitches, that is.]

Thanks.

[The cigarette is pinched between small fingers when she leans back. It's already going in her lips when she watches Effy, drumming her other hand on the cold surface of the table.]

Yeah.

[loveordeath]

[Truth be told, Mathilda has seen more than anyone's share of shocking things. An entire family dead, the chalk outline of her little brother's body on the floor, drug dealers bleeding out next to a window - you name it.

But apparently none of that prepared her for the gore-show happening on one half of the Terminator's face.]

Holy shit. What happened to your face?

[actually112]

You can understand what animals say? That's amazing!

[And he jumps off the branch. Jumping from that high should really end with a broken bone, but he lands lightly on his feet in front of Radagast, a gust of wind blowing outwards from where he touches ground.] Can he say what he is? He looks like squirrel toad or a pheasant squirrel, just... without the toad or the pheasant. [The fauna are weird where this kid comes from.]

[decked]

[isaac catches her disappointment, his lips tugging down into a small frown before it disappears.]

It's cool. I'm Isaac. Nice to meet you.

[because the circumstance isn't exactly nice, but isaac is trying to be polite; that's what matters.]

What does he look like?

[actually112]

Then you probably have been trying to find your way back home, am I right? [Aang's smile fades as he glances around the party.] Do you know who we might have to talk to for that to happen?

[mdma]

[effy blends easily into a party. it may not be the type of party she attends -- ever -- but a party is a party and she knows her way around one like it's the back of her hand. she watched a few people with drinks and food for a while, being sure that there were no strange side effects, before she found herself partaking.

she's light on her feet as she makes her way through the crowds easily, taking a few moments to pause and look around, being sure that her friends aren't here. a part of her is relieved that they haven't been dragged here, too. she stops beside arthur and, though she knows there's someone beside her, she doesn't acknowledge his presence until he speaks.]

Then don't.

[she barely tilts her head to look up at him, eyebrow just barely quirking up as she waits for his answer.]

dovahkiin ( elder scrolls v )

[laat]

[ No words would ever be apt enough for the irritation she felt. No words in the tongues she knew, though she was nearly certain Paarthurnax would know a few fitting phrases in the dragon's tongue (a language that was meant to be her's too, but was not).

She stood in silent wonderment, at how exactly did she find herself in such situations. What angered her most was not the untimely interruption those imps had caused, but that she had been given a side rather than choosing one. It was not a question of whether or not she would've chosen the opposite side, but the lack of a choice in the first place.

(she did not want to consider the possibility that it was her previous choices that influenced this outcome)

A civil war had pricked back in the world she was supposed to be in, and she had purposely stayed out of it, because it was a headache and not her problem. Keeping the world from being devoured by an immortal menace of a dragon - deity even - had seemed more purposeful. And well, important. Hell, helping a talking dog still seemed more rewarding. Horrible master aside.

And yet, here she was instead. With no say-so.

Nearly, nearly it felt like a chain, with a way back firmly shut. And dragons did not take kindly to being held and her soul was no exception. For moments, she stood cleared away from the crowd while that dragon blood of hers seethed and when her vision no longer swam white from frustration she headed outside. Her disarrayed hair, nor her weapons and armor seemed to fit into the sickening glamour of it all anyway. So away she went, with the urge to Shout still scratching at the back of her throat.

She found a small niche, slipped her bow and quiver from her shoulder, and started picking at her arrows. Counting, straightening. Muttering. ] Can they not handle their own problems for a change?

im sure you will! I've heard great things c:

[lastoftheline]

Beleg? [Celebrimbor's eyes widened and his head dipped down in a deep nod that was far more respectful than his previous abrupt greeting. Indeed it was a rarity for the Feanorian to show such deference to another. But he had heard of the exploits of Cuthalion, Thingol's greatest marchwarden, and the respect was wholly deserved.] I am honored to meet you.

[The grin faded from his face though and he paused the intial delight of simply seeing another elf draining away in the face of the complicated, bloody history of their two peoples. His voice drew tight, and uncomfortable,] And I'm Celebrimbor. Formerly [His chin jutted out defensively,] Of the House of Feanor.

[mdma]

[effy reaches for her lighter in the pocket of her jacket and holds it out for mathilda to take. she spares a glance to a nearby woman, a tiny flash of curiosity in her eyes before she looks back towards mathilda expectantly for her lighter.

effy is never one for a real conversation unless she's drunk, and even then, it's unexpected. she isn't about to sit down at the table with the girl and talk about how fucked up this is.

instead, she taps out another cigarette from the case and places it on the table.]

Here.

[unabatedly]

Many would lay their lives down for glory and honor. If nothing else, this place will attract the fighters and the treasure-seekers. The others? We'll see.

[She doesn't trust such powerful creatures and whatever promises they may have. Being told that they are 'special' doesn't sway her much; instead, it only gives her more cause to be wary.]

But you still came willingly, didn't you? Why?

[unneeded]

Now I know the pleasure is all mine now. [He gives a cheeky grin and offers her his elbow.]

[marksqueen]

[she smiles, resting her hand there like a proper lady should. There's no harm in walking with him, after all. He seems nice enough, and there's certainly a lot to explore]

[akito]

[ he lets out a small hummed note in the positive. ] Mm. I don't think anyone around here will have any answers for us though, if how much effort they went through to get us here to use is any indication...