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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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O-oh I didn't really know them, they were just the lions from the zoo. But animals don't usually talk, back home. Not the way you can!

I don't think my friends are here.

[It's sobering, to say it out loud. He's definitely not from, she thinks. Definitely not from her time period either. There's something about him that's reminiscent of Endymion and his men. Her shoulders slump, releasing some wary tension.

She considers arguing I'm not a child but she's not really in a fighting mood.]

I haven't tried outside yet - but ... I think I'm here alone, for sure.

[She rubs her arm - takes in a deep breath and then tries to give him her brightest smile. ] It's totally okay though - I have to go home at some point, right? And they're all be there to yell at me for being gone. I already know what they'll say, too. 'Usagi, you airhead, how many times have we told you not to wander off!'

[She wraps her knuckles against her forehead and lets out a big breath of air. ] What about you, sir?

A-ahaha, probably ...

[Pink in the cheeks, she bows as low as she can to hide them. One day, she might grow into some grace. Today is not that day. ] I'm very sorry! I just got distracted by all the computers. They're way different from the one's at home.

[This is no time for Roxas to just sit around and enjoy the merriment. Waking up was unexpected, although not unsurprising...except for the part that he wasn't viewing everything through Sora's eyes. No connection, no nothing. The unfamiliar setting aside, the Nobody's immediate reaction was to try to get some answers from the strangers around him. Drabwurld, something about the locket shoved into his pocket, blah blah blah-- no information that he truly cared about at that moment. How was any of this happening? Where was Sora?

If this was another hoax like DiZ's Twilight Town, he would be sure to whack the heck out of whoever decided to mess with him this time. To Hades' place and back, if he had to.

But now, it's time for recon, which is why Roxas has been pacing the hallways as well. More like jogging around, but none of the fae have troubled themselves to stop him. Names echo off the walls, "Sora? Kairi? Where are you guys? ...Namine? Hey, have you seen--?"...with no luck. Even when he enters the quad, Roxas barely gives his surroundings any thought because his attention catches on Thranduil as another target to question:]

Uh, excuse me? Have you seen a guy around about my height? Spiky brown hair and big yellow shoes?

[Jack isn't the only one out in the cold of the mountains. Although Roxas has no plans to climb much farther from his current position, he's really using the snowy landscape as a place to try ripping open a Dark Corridor. And with the first few attempts, he's so glad that he's in a somewhat secluded place considering how much arm-flailing has occurred. At least he's doing okay temperature-wise with his Organization coat, although the cold gusts of air keep threatening to push down his hood.

But the lack of portal popping up is becoming frustrating. A growl finally escapes when Roxas decides it's completely useless to try again, but he has a other things to try out. Holding out a hand, he mentally taps into his connection to his Keyblade, which immediately materializes into his grasp. At least that's something. The silver metal of the giant key is a welcome sight, for sure. Now for a test run on his magic.]

Something simple, right? What about... [He pulls his arm back, almost as if to cast a line--]

Fire!

[The magic bursts from the end of the key and promptly zooms through the air before exploding into a pile of snow. It's...definitely one of the noisier uses of that spell. If he's learned anything about Sora's adventures with Mulan, he should know to be careful about explosion around large amounts of snow.]

((ooc: 3 cuz woodland hippies need their blonds.))

[Somehow, Roxas has gotten himself into quite the predicament. Although many could argue about his current position. His little recon adventure landed him in the arms of one very beautiful and very naked tree spirit that seems to be having a grand time running her fingers through his hair. Roxas, sadly, is too much of a gentleman to scare her away and too much of a Disney-affiliated character to remove his hand from his eyes. Because she's naked, and that is embarrassing. He's not even really sure how he got into this situation. Apparently offering his coat (cuz naked) was an invitation for fawning over him? He never asked for this.]

Miss, could you...not? Urgh, I mean, I was just offering my-- no, they're not going to lay flat, okay?

[Welp, this sure is awkward. Would anyone like to chase off the Dryad and rescue this poor minor?]

Edited (then I remembered why I shouldn't change icon keywords) 2014-03-16 05:59 (UTC)

"Computers?" Is that what you call these odd contraptions.

[ honestly, he's not thinking about giving in or giving up. or sitting around and accepting that he has some kind of shard in him that makes up for being snatched and brought to some unknown world, beautiful as it may be. he doesn't think they're lying because he's definitely heard stranger stories. ones that took the cake for scarier and crazier. but Percy Jackson's not about to get very far on an empty stomach, he knows that much for certain. he can trust in that.

plus, there hasn't been a familiar face in hours for all his hoping. one side of him is grateful for it while the other says he has no right to be happy about it. how's he supposed to know that his friends are safe? that they're not imprisoned somewhere? how can he be sure they're even on the Argo II and not indisposed somewhere, waiting to be rescued?

the doubt weighs on him, pins him heavily in his seat as he glances off to the side, convinced that there's something he just isn't seeing once his stomach has stopped growling. only he's taken his eyes off of his glass and after years barely surviving the Hermes cabin, he should know better than to leave himself open to trickery. ]

[ Isabelle Lightwood likes to think she's well-versed in the politics of the Seelie court, at least more than most Shadowhunters who learned everything they know from a book. from lessons. she knows there's nothing more frowned upon than refusing a summoning from the Queen herself but it's not until after she's followed peculiar looking fairies into their kingdom that she's started to suspect that this isn't the same royalty somehow. this isn't the Seelie court that she's familiarized with and yet, that doesn't make her feel any more relaxed. fairies are the most cunning of all the Downworlders and while she has grace and courtesy when she wants it, knows how to utilize her looks, she isn't either one of her brothers. she isn't Jace especially and she can't be that effortlessly charming.

she almost wishes ( just for a second ) that the ruby pendant around her throat was pulsing. demons are the kind of evil she almost prefers to deal with. fairies are less predictable. that's actually the only thing that can be predicted about them.

but she's still smart enough not to consume anything. ] Thanks, but I'm going to have to politely decline. [ she dismisses a servant less carelessly than she might under normal circumstances, understanding how cornered she might actually be. if she doesn't eat something from their world, then maybe she won't belong here. maybe things will make sense like all the talk about these stupid shards don't. she immediately longs for Alec and all his attention to detail. he knows everything, she recalls, both with respect and irritation. he'd know how to get out of here. When the Clave hears about this, she starts and stops, because she has to wonder if they will.

she sighs and puts on her brave face, deciding that if she's going to get to the bottom of anything she's going to have to stop standing on the sidelines. besides, it's a shame to waste a perfectly good party. ]

Hey, you—! [ yeah, you'll do ] Want to dance?

[ The only thing that could get Aphrodite even more attention, besides being the only person around essentially in their underwear at a party (and isn't that a tame night, for starters), is the sight of this petite goddess shoving an oafish, six-foot man back by the forehead with barely any effort so he crashes backwards into the hastily risen embrace of his friends on the benches. ]

Ugh! Wine is no excuse, Mister! Now, behave.

[ Zapping him with a pink light, the warrior immediately starts cooing after his now somewhat startled companion. Beaming anew, Ditey sits herself back down and helps herself to a plate of chocolate strawberries. ]

You look majorly bummed, kiddo. Grape?

[ Standard Hello, really. Appearing beside the sulky teenager in a shower of rose petals and golden light would be one very blonde woman offering a plate of fruit as she takes form, already seated. ]

[ if there's anything he's learned it's that you don't jump when gods or goddesses materialize in front of you. no matter how good or bad the timing is. there's also no way to prove he hasn't passed out somewhere in the real world and that this isn't a really bizarre dream. ]

Thanks, [ he says, drawing it out. gee, sound more grateful, Percy! it's not like he's accepting grapes from Dionysus or anything. this can't be the worst idea he's ever had. ] What are you supposed to be, head of the Cheer Squad? [ because he met the welcoming committee and they suck. ]

[ How long has it been since anyone has ever called out to him like this? He doesn't recall exactly; elven memories are good, to accommodate the many long years of their life, but not infinite and not perfect; with time things they have seen or heard fade like everything else, particularly so those less important, less striking, making space for new experiences, new memories to be made. Legolas stops and turns to face the owner of the voice, head cocked by a degree in question, one dark eyebrow raised. There's nobody within the earshot beside him, so the woman must, indeed, be talking to him. How long has it been since he has been asked for a dance, he doesn't quite recall either. The prince of the Woodland Realm, rarely did he participate in the celebrations of his father's people and never had he any interest, preferring to run in the woods or practise his bowmanship to perfection.

And this sort of attitude stayed with him. Legolas came willingly to the Seelie court and he came as he were at the time, in the Woodland Realm's greens with only hints of delicate silver fabric sticking out from under the fine leathers. Unlike his father, he wasn't dressed for a party. Never really was. He came in with weapons as well, though those he left in a spot he has been assured repeatedly to be safe. ]

If you wish, though I should apologise for I am not dressed for the occasion.

[ Legolas offers his hand, a graceful gesture, all long fingers and white skin in the way of the elves of Middle-Earth. Considering his purpose here, it would do him well perhaps to befriend, or at least get to know, the others who have been summoned. ]

Please. [ she says, with the sort of disdain for apologies that implies she isn't pleading at all. ] Your outfit will do.

[ Isabelle's big on fashion and dressing to impress. she likes standing out and she expects the people she's seen with to do the same. but right now in a mid-thigh length black dress, fishnets and knee-high boots, she doesn't have much room to disregard anyone for their ensemble. her weapon, on the other hand, is coiled up her arm like golden bracelets, ready at a moment's notice to transform into an electrum whip. the dagger's in holding though.

she can't help thinking how mismatched they are. their similarities, she believes, end with their fair complexion. she has thin, light white scars and thick black marks everywhere, both of which mundanes shouldn't be able to see. Isabelle's quite positive he's neither mortal or that the Seelie court will keep her hidden. she doesn't dip her chin in shame of them; she's as vibrant and confident as ever when she takes his hand and leads him through a throng of people. they part in front of her, either intentionally or because they're spinning and she doesn't blink in amazement. crowds always give her the floor. it's not until they've stepped onto their portion of the floor that she truly answers him. ]

I'm usually much more prepared for a party than this myself. [ she hesitates, if only for the second it takes to ponder giving an alias or not. ] By the by, I'm Isabelle.

[ Whether or not he sees the mark, Legolas doesn't let on much. Her attire alone is enough to throw him for a loop of wonder and confusion, enough to drown him in unfamiliarity like so many other things in this court; her attitude, so, so direct and more in the way of the dwarves, perhaps, or some of the hobbits he had known. And to think the elf prince had already considered himself relatively well versed in the oddities of the world, in the comparably short time he travelled beyond the borders of his home, known as Mirkwood at the time, but this isn't Arda and it brings a slew of wholly new things to see. A feast for insatiable curiosity, a trial for the way elves crave change slow or none at all.

Beyond most subtle changes in expression, a twitch of an eyelid, a tremble of a lip or the corner of the mouth, he upkeeps the easy composure, as if unperturbed, as if never moved by anything.

As they walk, he spares last glances at the couples already twirling on the floor, having watched them already before and familiarised himself with the motions. If out of nothing but curiosity for customs that were different and strange to him. The music, at least, is soft and pleasant on the ear, if entirely foreign. ]

The summons came so suddenly, it is no wonder that none of us were prepared for what lay ahead. [ He rests a hand on the small of her back, warm and gentle, arm curled around a narrow waist. A subtle, kind smile on his lips at the introduction, which he returns. ] A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, Isabelle. I am Legolas.

[ Unhurried, Legolas waits for Isabelle to give a sign she's ready. ]

[ seeing a familiar face should to be comforting in theory, unless that person happens to be peter hale. and this fact extends to even his own family, how sad. leaning on the walls of the elegant hallway, lydia stands with her own locket hanging from her neck. she hasn't been there very long herself, but when she scans her surrounding and catches a glimpse of peter, she doesn't know if it's worth it to approach him.

hmmmmmm. probably not. but if he can smell a bitch plz look (yes i did it), he's bound to notice her eventually. ]

Yes, I would enjoy that. Thank you, Mr. Fro- Jack. [That will take some time to get used to, most definitely.]

2012? Heaven forbid... how is that even possible?

Edited (typo) 2014-03-16 11:21 (UTC)

[Lizzie had decided to go for a walk. It always helped to clear her head and allowed her to think away from the noise of the main house - or castle in this case.

Walking was very beneficial exercise, that was true, but the solitude seemed to allow for thought.

In this thought she lost herself and very nearly walked in to someone coming the other way.]

Oh! I did not see you there, I do apologise.

[If truth be told, it's not worth it. But Peter recognizes her perfume. He's perfectly attuned to the particular kind of animosity Lydia gives off when she's reminded of Peter's continued existence. It's like Christmas has come early. How lucky can he be, that of all the people he'd be stuck with he'd bypass Derek and go straight to Lydia instead?

Peter has always been fantastic at Monopoly, he thinks he shouldn't be surprised.

He's careful to move into a position where he can catch her eye and then very much the picture of friendly, lifts a hand and waves. ]

[ No one should ever accept anything from Dionysis unless they have a few days free to get wasted. Clever kid! Rolling her eyes, she works with the Cheer Squad comment. ]

No, Mr. Coolkid, I just got here in time for this bitchin' party like the rest of you, but if I was I'd say turn that frown upside-down. [ Munching away on grapes, she leans back on the table and folds her legs in a lay sprawl. ] There are enough weirdos in this hall without actual cuties getting their sulk on too.

[ An elbow nudges his side. ]

You wanna talk about whatever's eating you? I'm a good listener. Goddess's honour!

02. [The Station, a little slice of home? No, for Beleg this place was the furthest thing from it. From the odd lights overhead, the furnishings made of materials he had never seen before, the unfamiliar types drinks and food (though from the way most people are partaking of them freely he assumed they were safe to consume), and strange devices emitting light and noise nothing was familiar here. Not even the air was the same. He had been offered a room but as it was a tiny, cramped, and windowless space he had stayed out in the patio where the air was at least fresh and clean.

In his hands was what the locals called a tablet computer. Beleg turned it back and forth in his hands, upwards and downwards, a faintly puzzled expression on his face. A device created to access information and to communicate with others, they told him, but declined to explain how to use it when he asked for more information.]

[ It's a nice respite from discussing how it sounds, according to the library's tomes, like a whole elven race was wiped out long ago. He doesn't miss Legolas's mild exasperation, thinly veiled as it is with distractions aplenty from the forest, and raises his brows. ]

Not at all, they seem to be quite scared of me.

[ Legolas mirrors his father's expression, both brows rising with a curious, sideways, look he gives Thranduil. It's an opportunity for him, now, to divert the subject to a more safe ground that has nothing to do with his possible love life, or rather lack thereof. Legolas seems to have grown into and beyond the years of highest passion for the elves without as much as a single flame of desire. Many he was fond of in his time, but none awakened a passion or a love to last the many years of his life.

In any case, it is a chance to avoid a subject that's really a no-subject at all. ]

And yet they still approach you with such mundane matters? Surely it must not be quite so bad as you believe.

[ Already having heard the disquieted approach of the young boy, Thranduil's attention is already resting where he expects him to be when his company arrives to question him. ]

I've not. Does your companion have a name? Perhaps if I do find myself acquainted with him, I might point him in your direction.

'I wonder if Prince Legolas would walk awhile with me in the gardens, if he is so fond of the trees.' 'Ah, so he enjoys archery a great deal, then?' 'What are his favourite dishes?'

[ Quoting the maidens, Thranduil's smile deepens and he looks away to brush his hand through a splash of bright red flowers hanging from vines. ~~You sweet summer child.~~ ]

It bothers me but a little. A natural course of things, though none of the attentions I find a suitable match.

[ Relax, kiddo. Daddy isn't going to pair you off with anyone here. ]

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Roxas | Kingdom Hearts

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isabelle lightwood » the mortal instruments

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Beleg Cuthalion | Tolkien's Legendarium | OTA

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