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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[icy]

A loud thump! bangs on the patio roof, closely followed by a laughter (Alright, that's enough now! Stop!) and footsteps — yes, definitely someone moving around up there — before a wash of fresh ice pours down a support-pole. Icicles lengthen to the size of pencils as the footsteps get louder, then they abruptly stop growing as a young man hops lightly to the ground in the wake of a chilly breeze. Vigorously rubbing the back of his hair free of leaves, Jack squints up at the lip of the roof where a troop of fairies are giggling and clutching at petals and blades of grass. He glances down and does a double-take when he notices someone sitting up ahead, directly under his landing zone. Whoops?

"Sorry, the little beggars were playing." He hikes up his staff and waves it at them, sending a rush of snowflakes skyward that scatters the annoying creatures. "Shoo, go on!"

Turning back to the stranger, he offers a mildly chagrined smile and ducks his head in a shrug. It's still weird that everyone around here can see him, after all, and dealing with people besides children is a new experience. The Guardians don't exactly count as anything more than a test-run in that regard, in the grand scheme of things.

"Did I bother you?"

[rekhyt]

[He put his feet on the ground and leaned casually against his staff.]

You're really serious, aren't you? Well, after five thousand seventeen years worth of experience, I guess a new world would be about the only place left to run into something new.

Uh-uh, now you forgot to say the magic word.

[icy]

[ Five-thou— Shit. No, he'll be astounded later; right now, Jack narrows his eyes at the former-shadow-turned-doppelganger. That arrogant attitude, the dismissal that Jack's been real until now —

Can't say he likes him, whoever 'he' is. ]

Change back now or we'll take this outside.

ginny weasley | hp

[hexuality]

o1.

[ There's a lot of this that isn't entirely new to Ginny Weasley. Sneaking through castles are old hat, by now, and feasts are something of a comforting reminder of home. Even the imps suggest familiarity—something a bit like the house elves, or even the gnomes she was just in the middle of flinging over a hedge—and that more than anything makes her think that this could be a dream. It's not entirely outside the realm of possibility, right, that they... Merlin knows, ganged up on her after years of being tossed through the air? Maybe? So she's gone and cracked her head on a rock and Mum'll come running out in half a second—

Well. That's what she thought a few hours ago.

Wariness bred by a few years at war has made the revelry difficult to accept. She hasn't spotted anyone she recognises, no flash of robe or glasses or ginger or wandtip. But the young witch is friendly enough to anyone who approaches, smiles when offered food (she is a Weasley, after all), but tips it out when she thinks no one is watching or carefully Vanishes it off her plate with a twitch of her hand. (Thank Merlin she's still got her wand.)

... though, really, she'd scarf it all down if she knew for certain it was alright to. Merlin's beard, she's hungry. ]

[rekhyt]

[Bartimaeus sounds unspeakably weary.]

Are you really going to try to resort to violence when all I asked you for was a simple 'please'? Manners cost you nothing, you know.

[He's not too worried about the threat - this Jack is only one person, or, erm, thing, and Bartimaeus has survived fighting whole armies.

Frequently with help.

Often, when that help was not available, by running and hiding in the nearest tomb.

But he was still a veteran of many battles, who had faced worse than this stripling, whoever he was. He was nearly positive.]

[icy]

[ Irritably, he starts to feel like he's talking to Pitch. Woe is me, I'm so old and clever and no one has manners. Oh, Jack, you always make a mess, tsk tsk. Fern-frost unfurls around his feet. ]

It won't be violent when you're a popsicle. I'll go on with my life, trust me.

[rekhyt]

You're pretty quick to assume you'd be able to carry out those threats of yours - trying to defeat me is a pretty tall task. And you have no idea who I am.

[mulletrock]

You're talking to the wrong guy. My brother, he'd be all over this. Me? I'm not exactly wise to the technology hype.

[He could do with or without it. It didn't change anything about his job. Just made tracking down solutions a little easier sometimes.]

I wonder what a one way ticket outta here would cost.

[icy]

I don't care what you are, you're mostly an asshole.

[ Praise be there aren't any children around. He's stubborn and offended, and willing to start freezing things if he needs to; the whatever-it-is admitted it can only heat things up, but Jack's almost positive he could make it too cold for that to fly in a fight, especially in closed circumstances. ]

You're pretty quick to assume you're anything more than full of tricks yourself.

lmfao And nobody is surprised

[deathdiduspart]

[Nico can't really blame him for that one. She usually comes up with solid plans.]

Then you're going to have to get into the habit again. I plan on getting out of this city and take a look around. Maybe I'll find something.

[13th_member]

Huh-?

[Wasn't exactly expecting that, but at least it's not an avalanche. And while he does dodge on instinct, some of the shower still hits its mark, making Roxas flinch as ice encases the silver metal and encroaches the guard. That doesn't mean he's going to lower his defense, just in case there's going to be another attacked. His stance shifts into almost a crouch but still poised for a fight, and there's a spark of light in his free hand as he readies a potential laser array.]

Sylph, what?!

[Seriously, he thought he was alone, and now some random guy is shouting? Not that he knows what a sylph is either, but he doesn't appreciate almost becoming frozen. Frostbite is also not welcome, which is why he eventually dismisses the keyblade to make things easier for himself and to calm down the situation. (At he's not powerless-- he still has his light manipulation to work with if Jack tries anything funny.)

Ugh, what a mess.]

Sorry, I didn't-- ['mean to shoot at you, I just didn't see you"?] I didn't think anyone would be around here, okay? It's not like I can practice magic in the middle of the streets either.

[rekhyt]

Yes, well, I did fight in the battle of Al Areesh, nearly singlehandedly freed occupied London from the forces of Nouda the Devourer, fought on the walls of Jerico and Karnak, and watched Prague fall to the forces of Gladstone. I have been in wars for or against everyone from Assyria to Great Zimbabwe, so you'll forgive me if you don't strike me as terribly intimidating. I have seen a thousand masters come and go, and have survived them all. You're still in denial that we're all here as slaves.

[He says this more seriously than he has been - he's bragging some, of course, comes with the territory, but also does mean what he says, especially the last bit.]

[notavirtue]

Most do not consider armor or poison to be meat, spider. At the very least you will not go hungry wherever you go.

[He crossed his arms over his chest, apparently quite content to watch a glowing spider go about her business. Javik wasn't one for conversation most days, but eventually his curiosity got the better of him.]

Yet you are very small for something that eats so much.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili grins when Fili finally acquieses and replies, though the way he obviously checks Kili's leg makes him wonder a bit.

If it was a dream, then the damage to his leg wouldn't matter, right? Neither of them would care. But Fili looked at it and the relief in his eyes was so obvious that it makes something stir uncomfortably in his stomach.]

Come sit. [He moves over to make room for his brother, patting the bench.]

[excessivehubris]

It would be a lie to say the sudden wash of chilled air, followed by the high pitched giggles and then the appearance of a young man, hadn't been a surprise. Charles was sitting up in his chair, tea mug held safely against his chest as he watched the events unfold but rather than looking bothered, he wore a curious and even friendly expression.

This was actually one of the more normal encounters he'd experienced so far and he gave the young man a reassuring smile.

"Hello and no, not in the least," he responded, paused and then his smile widened into a low chuckle.

"Well, perhaps a little bit but that is more my fault than your own. That's an amazing skill you have there. Would I be right to assume that the," here he motioned to the support pole, with it's ice and icicles. "state of that post is your doing?"

[icy]

Yeah? Well, I once froze a Starbucks solid and everyone had caffeine-laced icees all weekend, but you don't see me going on about it.

[ The staff levels, as does Jack's tone from purposefully belligerent to something colder. ]

I didn't ask for a sermon or your endless wisdom because, frankly, I don't want it. I asked you to shape-shift out of my body, unless that's too hard for you to understand, what with how many other things must be cluttering up that big brain of yours.

[icy]

His tentative smile flares into something brighter when found to be welcome. Jack affects a careless wander inside, leaning against the post in question.

"I was trying to get them to stop dropping dirt and leaves in my hair. I don't mind them having fun, it just gets a little much every single time I fly."

His staff, crossed over a shoulder, taps the floor and sends swirls of thin, glittering fern-frost over to the stranger's feet.

"Jack Frost, hi. I haven't seen you around here before, have I?"

[rekhyt]

You're a human, aren't you? Or were, once upon a time. You lot always get so muddled on that idea. That [he gestures to Jack] isn't you, any more than this [he gestures to himself] is me. Or this, or this, or this, or this, or so on, you get the idea.

[He's quite serious at this point, and as he speaks his form flickers to a gargoyle, then to a bull-headed minotaur with dripping fangs, then to a small greco-egyptian boy, then to a slowly rotating luminous orb, before settling down as a slinky desert cat, whose tail wrapped around its legs as it settled primly down.]

It doesn't change who I am and what I can do, what I look like, any more than it would change you. You won't change just because someone happens to look like you either. But you all do it.

[13th_member]

[Roxas simply shakes his head.] ...Sorry, I don't know.

[Welp, he dropped the optimism ball fairly quickly.] Traveling worlds, being brought into another world...It's difficult to say. Unless there's a Gummi Ship here, then there's not an obvious way to cross the boundaries between worlds aside from doing what they want. But their goal? Doesn't seem like it will end just with a few...shards. [Oh, he is QUITE suspicious of that. He's not going to be used as someone's tool again for selfish goals.

And he doesn't want that for Aang either. No one should go through that. Just thinking about it makes him tense, and Roxas soon nods to one of the more emptier hallways.]

Are you okay enough to walk for a bit? I'd rather not talk about it in here.

he really gets all the best nicknames

[oursavinggrace]

And you'll let me know if you do?

[you can't blame him for having to ask. you do kind of have a habit of knowing important things and not telling anyone.]

[icy]

[ Or were. ]

Shut up! [ Back-tracking a step, ice begins to peel down the lampshades and tables, crisp and sharp. ] Don't tell me what I am.

[ The gargoyle has his grip tightening on his staff for the duration of the metamorphosis, his guard well and truly up and ire needled. He knows who he is; the Guardians were all people Before. It doesn't fall to a complete stranger to lace Jack with Jackson in the dark, largely because it's such a wide angle to try and hit that he actively neglects to try first-hand himself. ]

I'm nothing like you, you don't know anything about me.

[ As stupid as it seems, he really doesn't want to attack a cat. Even if it's an illusory one. ]

[excessivehubris]

Jack certainly knew how to make an entrance. Charles was obviously fascinating as the delicate swirls of ice spun outwards from the staff and towards his feet. Rather than retreating, he set his mug on the table and bent over his knees to study the patterns more closely.

"That is absolutely remarkable," he breathed before looking up and remember his manners. "Professor Charles Xavier; its a pleasure to meet you, Jack and I've only recently arrived."

He moves to stand, to extend his hand but stops himself as if afraid to step on the fern-frost near his feet. Sitting back down, he leaned forward and turned his face upwards towards where the faeries had been.

"You can fly as well?" The question comes quickly and in an excited tone.

[icy]

"You too, Charles."

His pleasure subsides slightly when Charles retracts his hand, a momentary spike of panic inwardly worrying about his temperature being a nasty surprise, but then the professor reseats himself and the concern passes. By way of an answer, the wind picks up on Jack's whim and lifts him, light as a spider, onto the railing where he crouches with his staff draped over a shoulder, long toes keeping him perched there like a bird.

Charles doesn't seem bewildered or intimidated, so it's decided from one moment to another to admit the unfettered truth on a gamble.

"I'm the Spirit of Winter, or so they say." He certainly looks the part, sallow with a lilac tinge to his lips and hollow eyes. Blue as they are, however, they shine happily as he loses some of his edginess about sticking around. "Be a little inconvenient if I couldn't get from one side of the world to the other in a hurry, huh?"

[rekhyt]

Hit a nerve, did I?

[The tip of the cat's tail twitches, and its voice is quite even and serious.]

That's where you're wrong again. I know more than you'd think - besides, we're both here, aren't we? That's enough of a connection to be getting on with, if you ask me.

[icy]

If you know more than I think, then I'm being way too generous.

[ Turning on his heel, he stamps his staff on the ground and sends a nasty rush of ice at the couch on his retreat. ]

I don't have to listen to this.