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!

Comments

[redsea]

[ It's a chain reaction. When he blushes, she blushes. To cover up her embarrassment, she places the cloth in his hands before turning away and walking ahead some. ]

I am K-Kougyoku. [ She fails to mention she is a princess, but she would rather not, all things considered. For eighteen years, she's been one, and nothing good ever comes out of it. ] Who might you be?

[actually112]

If you think like that, sure it will.

[In one fluid motion, he's on his knees, his chin perched on her armrest and face upturned to meet her eyes. His voice is gentle with sympathy, but he's not withdrawing from her.]

How long have you been here? You can't have given up on home already.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor blinks in surprise at the cheerful insult and then shrugs ]

I can fight, if need be. [ if the sword and the knife and the bow and the armor didn't give it away ] I simply would prefer not to. [ It could also be said that I bring ill fortune to anything I lay my hand to he doesn't say ]

I fear I was not listening when they may have mentioned that part.

whoops sorry, life happened (and still is...)

[orcsurfing]

[ It is... the most bizarre experience of most so far in this strange land. Elves are not unfamiliar with a kind of telepathy, a sharing of thoughts among their kin or only with those able. Not unfamiliar with the ability of reading thoughts of beasts, whether clear as a day or simply muted impressions, or of plant life. But this seems on an entirely new level and it startles Legolas more so than the odd appearance of the beast.

He takes in what it says, but the arrow remains nocked, his bow remains raised. And his words are a quick string, a little harsh in his surprise. ]

What are you?

[beleg]

[Beleg's not fond of strangers grabbing him out of the blue like that. So he'll just slip gently away out of the hands, all the while keeping pace of Radagast. He lets out a sigh as they finally make it outside.]

Indeed. I do agree this is much better. [Beleg takes a deep breathe, enjoying the fresh air and the sunlight.]

[beleg]

[No one ever got his jokes.]

It was comment made in jest, my lady.

[silvergift]

[She can't stand to see this upsetting Luthien so she smiles brightly and reaches to take her hand.]

What better time than now for me to better know my mothers dearest friend?

apologies for the delay! life happened (and still is sob)

[orcsurfing]

[ The one who shows his face is kin, that much is obvious at the first glance. An elf will always recognise one of their own, but it is kin strange to him. Even with all his travels, even with all that he had seen already, he either hadn't seen all or as is the way of this strange world, it is kin of another time or another world, entirely separate of Middle-Earth, but all the same... in Legolas' eyes it changes nothing much at all.

He offers a smile, small and subtle, but easily reaching his eyes. The arrow returns to his quiver, bow lowered without a question. Wary he may still be, however, times of war - regardless of place - do not necessarily lend themselves to trust easily given. Had they met at the Seelie court, things might have been different, but alas.

Though in truth, not many of the Unseelie court would dare to wander this far south, beyond Caer Glaem no less and into the Great Greenwood. ]

My apologies for the harsh greeting. Times of war require a higher vigilance, though it is no excuse for my hastiness.

[ Soft tones, all polite and seemingly at ease, though his eyes remain fixed on the other elf curiously. ]

It is not a common occurrence to find one of a kin here in this strange world.

[rapunzelf]

[This is what happens when you're from the future. Humor evolves and then nobody gets it.

Lúthien blinks a few times in some confusion but lets the matter slide.]

As you say.

[She doesn't get it.]

[rekhyt]

After a fashion, maybe.

[His voice sounds lazy.]

If that's the best you can do, though, you'd be better served finding some nice, quiet corner to hide in when the fighting gets started for as long as possible. Certainly what I'm planning on doing - I don't particularly want to die, and risking myself when I don't have to makes that significantly more likely.

[He looks - a bit pointedly, it must be said - at the blades Maglor is wearing, and at the hands that could not hold them.]

Well, I'm pretty sure that's most of what's relevant, anyway.

[rues]

[ oh, clarisse knows it's a taunt. he's goading her into it and she's playing right along. she's not the type to back down from anything just because they want her to do it. no, she has too much pride for that. you ask for it? you shall receive. ]

Oh, you're on, Scarface.

[ yeah, that's right. she just called you scarface. and she is swinging at said scarface face with full force. no holding back this time, just pure unadulterated ares rage. ]

\o/

[orcsurfing]

[ Elven eye, however, is a keen one. Both in terms of simple skill: seeing farther and in greater detail, distinguishing details in busy foliage easier, but they observe better too. Perhaps because they are not quite as hurried as the children of Men, or as focused on only certain matters as the Dwarves.

Legolas may not recognise what exactly it is that he picks up about the upcoming boy for what it truly is, but he sees the depth within his look. A look that says other, if not what exactly. This is no elf, for sure, but something else equally timeless and with a great many years behind it. ]

You are not an enemy if you are of the Seelie court, you are not an enemy if you wish not harm upon me or mine.

[ But he does lower his bow, returning the arrow to where it belongs in his quiver. He dips his head in a slight nod. ]

However, I must ask if you are willing to share this much, would you be equally willing to share more about yourself? You look a child of the Men, but you seem a child of the elves never having reached the age of majority yet with wisdom of too many years lived in your eyes.

[rekhyt]

I don't know about you, but I don't feel particularly eager to risk my life for yet another cause I have no real interest in, and this time around nobody's here to make me. Seems as good an invitation as any to ignore the war that's supposedly going on, at least so far as I'm able.

[It was impossible to entirely, of course, but he was going to do his best. No reason not to, really.]

See that, do you? You'd be surprised how many don't. But I expect most of them have low expectations. You're right that I'm not human. Or an elf, for that matter, though I'm guessing that's what you are. I am a djinni.

1/2

[bigthings]

What?!

[YANDERE SIBLINGS TIME LET'S GO. Kouha instantly whirls around, drawing his own sword, eyes searching for whatever's trying to threaten them--]

[bigthings]

[...and then he turns back to Kougyoku with a confused look while the banshee drifts closer to him apprehensively.]

What are ya talking about? There's nothin' there!

[orcsurfing]

[ Curious, as about so many things here, Legolas listens and takes in all the information offered; learning, always learning, much preferring to do so by experience and on his own skin, rather than by pouring through thick and dusty tomes in the library. And this world has so, so much to offer. ]

It is within your right, or ought to be, to ignore a conflict you wish not to be involved in. I, for my part, have come willingly for I too have experienced times when darkness threatened to overcome my home and I wish it not, not even a threat of it, on another. [ So many years past, the times of the War of the Ring were still clear in his mind, as if it all happened only yesterday. The threat that weighted on so many, that took so many... Legolas shakes his head, brushing the thoughts aside. ] But no matter I will not make an enemy when there is no ill will.

[ But he cocks his head slightly, gives a smile that's small and fond. ] It is no surprise, in fact. Many have only the patience to look, but not to see and many details escape when one hurries at all times because their years are not limitless. I am an elf myself, indeed, but I have not heard of a djinni before.

[ No denying the curious tones that sound nearly a question in his last statement. ]

( forever apologies for long-winded tl;dr... sob )

eheheheh cute things clearly- my apologies, couldn't help myself

[orcsurfing]

[ Many are gathered, some folk Legolas can recognise with a touch more ease than others. His eyes see a lot, yet in this strange new world he can't quite let himself be reckless and assume that all he sees is all there is to all those unfamiliar faces about him.

The elves of Middle-Earth are not too subtle with their... otherness, if you will, radiant with what seems an inner light in their pale skin and pale golden hair (at least in the case of this one particular Sindar) and standing tall and proud, graceful and ethereal; it seems like not much, compared to the subtly upswept tip of an ear that always easily gives away the descent of the individual, yet it speaks on its own all too well.

Or it tended to, back in Middle-Earth.

Legolas catches a curious sight with the corner of his eye. He turns towards the slight commotion and remains focused on it curiously. There, this man apologising to one of the fairies: something oddly familiar about him, yet all the rest, dress and manner, wholly unfamiliar.

With startling ease, much learned among the many thick and dense branches of the forest of Mirkwood - it is the same, for the branches would often move with the whispers of wind, Legolas weaves through the crowd, following where he saw the curious man disappear. There, this hall, and there he is walking farther along and away from the celebrations.

On the stone floor, his step is silent, perhaps only the soft fabric of his robes shushes quietly with the motions, with each swift stride, yet one wholly unhurried. Long legs simply carry him swiftly. ]

Are the celebrations not to your liking?

[ He asks once within an earshot, once he hopes he won't startle or frighten the stranger. Still a couple steps left before he can confirm for himself just what exactly it was that drew his attention in the first place. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Just for an instant, that gets a flash of his old fire - the blaze in his eyes that makes him look, briefly, like what he is - a Kinslayer, dangerous and unpredictable. Then it fades and Maglor flushes, because this stranger speaks truth ]

Tis true I am not at my best, presently. [ Maglor acknowledges - both hands ache, the left moreso than the right (the right is burnt so deep that the nerves themselves are damaged - it hurts, but dully, he can barely feel it) - the burns are fresh, still, only days old, and he has not bothered to tend them. A terrible thought occurs to him ]

If the crystals are to be gathered - do our patrons then wish for us to slay those with them?

[rekhyt]

I saw. Looks nasty, whatever it is.

[He doesn't ask beyond that, because really, the cause seems irrelevant.]

That seems to be the idea of it. Now me, I'm just planning on doing what I can to not die, which doesn't include extra curricular fighting.

[bythewaves]

[ Something almost visibly breaks in him at that last statement, and all the life goes out of his eyes. The laugh is closer to a sob ]

So! And this is to be the punishment for my sins! To fight in a war for the acquisition of jewels! O Fate thou art cruel indeed it seems. Better that Maglor should have died, than to find myself here.

[rekhyt]

You're welcome to fall on your sword or something if you really feel that way.

[Bartimaeus now sounds bored.]

If not I'd suggest you stop being dramatic before someone takes you up on your offer.

[bythewaves]

And the shard? What happens to them when we die? If they are to be of use, mine might be better served in the hands of another.

[rekhyt]

[He studies his nails casually.]

Those, as far as I know, we're supposed to collect and turn in. They're being used to build something, apparently. Or at least that seems to be the idea of it.

Fair warning, I'm not entirely sure how long any of this would last. They don't seem too keen on death here. Sometimes it seems to be more permanent than others. Not enough that I'm willing to risk it - besides which, it hardly seems like it would be pleasant - but if that's your kick.

Might be fun, even, for someone like you. Look at it this way - if you want to kill yourself and you do come back, you'll get to do it all over again. Double the opportunities. Or triple, who knows. Maybe even more.

[redsea]

[ Ohhhh my god, this banshee. Girl, you are so lucky Kouha's the nicest guy. Kougyoku still thinks she is out to eat his brains, though. Cue the angry stomping. ]

Ooh, it's there, it's there! Just—hold still! I'll deal with it swiftly. [ She raises her sword and water begins to swirl around it as she shouts, ] Vainel—!

[ Now's the perfect chance to dodge. Or throw Kougyoku off her groove. If left alone, more than one person will be getting wet here... ]

[bythewaves]

So. Not even death is to be my escape. A fitting punishment indeed.

[ Maglor sighs and then seems to make up his mind ]

You spoke of hiding earlier. Are there places where this might be done? Ways in which one might escape?