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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[wolfskin]

Alayne Stone? [ robb's brow furrows with both confusions and hurt. stone is a bastard name and his sister is everything but a bastard. she is of noble blood, the blood of winterfell, of the first men, of eddard and catelyn stark. what would possess her to take up the name of a bastard from the vale? ]

Why? [ he does not understand. ] Why do you beg me to call you what are you are not? Do you mean to say that you are not my sister?

[ his words are sharper than he intends and guilt wracks his stomach as they fall. there must be a reason, he knows that much, sansa would not deny herself unless there were a reason for it. providing it is indeed sansa who stands before him.

but it must be, as dark as her hair has become her face remains the same. only painted with grief instead of laughter. ]

[whereyoubegin]

[ This time it's Kami's turn to blush; it's always nice to be complimented by someone prettier than she is. ]

Nice to meet you. I like your dress. It's very medieval chic.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is no wood elf, but the woods are soothing, irregardless. He does not know how far he has run or how he has got here, only that he is so very tired. Kaldur will find him standing by a cliff edge because the mundane is a horrible person singing softly about loss and pain and grief.

When Kaldur speaks he startles and spins, eyes wary and wild, hand dropping instinctively to his sword only to pull it away with a hiss of pain. ]

Who are you, stranger?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ back up, bitch. ]

I'm not upset! [ she is, though. is he calling her disgusting? why is she being overly sensitive to what rudy thinks of her? oh, right, she's sort of dead. she'd like to be remembered for good things, like … ]

[ we'll come back to that. ]

Just because you think the worst in people doesn't actually make it true. [ she'd cross her arms but coffee. she glances to rudy prime, nodding her head slightly in belated agreement at his comment, and then turns her guns back onto rudy too. ] You're being fucking ridiculous. It's just fucking coffee!

[bythewaves]

Maglor, for all his own distress, catches that flinch and curses himself - Celebrimbor, he must remember to use the right name, he hates being called by his nickname, he'd said so (loudly. and repeatedly) when he'd left.

"Celebrimbor" he corrects himself apologetically. "Lost? I..." Has it been so long then, since they left the camp of the Valar? It might have been, Maglor supposes - he really hasn't been in any fit state of mind to tell.

"I... no. I live. But... Maedhros..." he cannot bring himself to speak of Maedhros yet. "But why are you here? If this is the Everlasting Darkness - you, you escaped that." Pleading, please tell me at least one of us got out.

[rube]

[there's an awkward silence that settles between them when alayne insists on his home being something to be noted. sure, he was gonna take it over, but the workers came in and tore it all up. it's not special- it doesn't even exist anymore.

he stares at her, lips pressing together as he shakes his head in such tiny motions it's barely noticeable.]

Ain't there no more. Nothin' special about it.

[he gives her a quick once-over, but it's innocent- he means her no harm, he just wants to be sure she is, as she said, alright from the fall. it's a little delayed, but he's more than distracted with what's going on to be completely on-point.]

You got someone here with you?

[actually112]

"Well, sure, but I only just got here. I can't find anywhere better and I keep getting lost when I try to."

The boy perked hopefully and snapped his glider closed before leaning on it. It seemed that he was having trouble standing upright without support.

"Do you know anywhere better I can take off from?"

[wolfskin]

[ she does not deny it. she does not deny being his sister and relief spreads throughout his chest, mixing with the confusion that has settled there.

for her protection she assume the name of a bastard, and that alone sends his mind into worry. what happened in king's landing that caused this? what have the lannisters done? ]

I swear. [ his fingers curl into fists, leather creaking at the pressure. he would embrace her now if he could. ] I swear I shall protect you, whatever the cost. [ as he should have done. as he was going to do. ]

The Warden-Commander (elf mage) | Dragon Age

[weightofthedead]

[The dreams had been coming more and more often, the roar of the Archdemon intertwined with the synchronized chittering of the darkspawn. They were dreams he had dealt with for years but now, he strained towards them, trying to wake slowly in the morning as if he could retain more meaning from it that way. And everyday, it seemed like he did, the garbled gibberish slowly morphing into coherent speech.

His time was coming, that much was clear, the taint of Darkspawn blood slowly spreading to his mind.

Except that this time when he wakes up there's nothing but silence. His mind is clear and quiet and just his. Slowly he sits up, tense, because it's patently obvious that he's not in his bed at the keep; it appears that he's sitting at some table set up for a banquet, as he if he fallen asleep after too much wine.

His back straightens, and his mouth thins, but there's also the reassuring weight of his staff over his back, and he reaches back, almost idle, stroking at the worn wood, reassuring himself of its presence. He can still feel the hum of his own power as well, another comfort. He glances up at the table again, and none of the others celebrating seem to make note of his presence, as if he had always been here.

So, he is in an unknown land, plucked away and dropped down, with no knowledge of how or why.

But he could no longer feel the taint, and despite himself, his lips curl up in a smile.]

It could be worse. [Quiet, muttered words, almost to himself.]

Re: The Warden-Commander (elf mage) | Dragon Age

[avisionofwar]

The elf seated across from him is handsomely attired, finely brocaded tunic, his long, pale hair gathered back into an elegant, thin silver clasp. He's bright-eyed, sharp-chinned, the slightest, most subtle aspects of his posture and gestures broadcasting casual regality.

Hearing Eiridan, he lifts the well-cut champagne flute in his hand, wordlessly toasting the sentiment.

"To hosts who free us of our demons."

Re: good morning!!

[bythewaves]

"My hands?" Maglor had almost forgotten - he can barely feel the right, anyway (somewhere he knows this is a bad thing) but he lets Celegorm see them. "Later. You... Turko...Celegorm, how came you here?"

[avisionofwar]

Celegorm flinched visibly at the first syllables of his father-name; he had forsook all reminders of their home in Valinor with the readiness of one who was only ever pained by the memory of all he'd left behind.

"No, not later. I wouldn't leave any hound of mine with wounds like those; I certainly won't let my brother!" One of his hands gripped Maglor's shoulder, while the other lifted, the pad of his thumb neatly brushing away all sign of his brother's tears, smoothing the salty wetness into the skin of his cheeks.

Then he turned his brother, guiding them along the hall. He seems to know the way he walks.

"I was lured here while hunting north of the pass, by the... strangest of fell little creatures. I thought I might capture one to take back with me; but instead, through darkness and mist, they led me here. If you are here also, then you too must possess a shard... tell me what you remember."

[actually112]

So... your spirit?

[He knows what Roxas is talking about, but he hasn't ever heard it referred to as a heart before.

Goosebumps start rising at the description of heart-stealing.]

Yeah... yeah, it does. It sounds a little like what Koh the Face Stealer does. [He shudders.] You think they're telling us to steal people's spirits? [If asking them to kill wasn't bad enough, this is sickening.]

[rube]

[to make himself even more clear, he takes a small step back to create distance between them, hands being held up in a mean-no-harm way for a brief moment. the last thing he wants is to create a scene.

as he drops his hands back down to his sides, he shakes his head once more. ben hasn't been paying attention to people he didn't know. he's been too focused on finding a way out, or catching a glimpse of someone who looks similar but is not someone from the carnival. that's really the last thing he needs, though. he'd prefer to be here alone than have carnies trudging through this mess alongside him.]

No, sorry.

[he means it, though his voice is somewhat strained. there's another funky silence between them after that; ben doesn't have anything else to offer alayne concerning her question, and he doesn't have anything else he really wants to ask her. she's just about as clueless as he is.]

[weightofthedead]

Eiridan looked up at that voice, locking eyes with the man in front of him. His eyes widened as he took in the features; pale and perfect, but what arrested his his attention was the tips of his pointed ears.

An elf...but at the same time, how could he be? There was none of that servile nature, no attempts to shrink back from attention. Instead that was this cool, confidence, and the way he looked upon others was like a lord to his subjects, not a servant to his masters. Not even the Dalish projected such a manner, they seemed to be more defensive and wary than anything else. This ...elf before him was used to power, that much was clear.

Eiridan lifted his glass in return, his gaze sharpening on the elf before him with something akin to hunger.

"Who are you?" His voice is quiet, but vibrates with intensity.

[whereyoubegin]

You know, medieval, the Middle Ages, circa CE 600 to CE 1485. The time between the collapse of the Roman Empire and the ascension of Henry VII to the throne of England.

[ Kami flounders a bit hopelessly. How does anyone not know what "medieval" means - unless she's actually medieval herself, and not some kind of performer or revivalist who merely likes the aesthetic of stays and princess gowns. ]

[notruejudge]

[There's a brief pause before Basch nods.]

So too thought I, and yet...

[He meets Gabranth's gaze, the end of his sentence writ plain upon his face. And yet here you are. There's a twist in his stomach as he looks at Gabranth, a dull ache for the old days when they were close and for his inability to save his own brother. For Reks, and for Lord Rasler. An ache for those who've died too young and the inexorable march of time that widens the gulf between them.]

[A gauntlet-clad hand raises and rests lightly upon Gabranth's shoulder for just a moment.]

Even should I find that this is nothing but a fever dream, it is good to see you again, Noah.

because i promised i would / somewhere more neutral

[waterbearer]

[ The feast is not un-similar to the one Kaldur had been greeted with upon his first entry into this world, but at the time his thoughts had been too heavy, too filled with Tula and grief, and even some small longing for home, to think much of it. He is careful and quiet when he approaches, resting a gentle hand on the elder mage's shoulder to capture his attention. ]

Master Eiridan. [ He cannot help the formality, and he has not been given another title to use, yet. The other was too... afraid, seemingly, to find another mage who had wanted to learn. ]

You had asked that I meet you here, for training.

[ Kaldur isn't sure what to make of the drinking, though he can understand the desire to drown one's sorrows, whether it been in work or drink or some other distraction. He has known it well enough for himself. ]

[13th_member]

[Roxas may not know Koh, but that title of his gives him an idea of what happened.]

That may be it or not. I guess it's just a matter of time before we really find out. [Although it's not a good situation to be in, he's just glad it's him instead of Sora. But still...]

The best option I can think of is waiting on following out orders while looking for a way out. There's got to be one. [Reaching out into the air, Oathkeeper materializes into his hand in a flash of light.]

It's just a matter of finding the door, right?

[notavirtue]

[Javik stared right back, as if daring him to question that he was a prothean. Thus far the only species he knew here were the humans, and none of them seemed to share origins with him. Their clothes were wrong, their scent was off and everything about this place just rubbed him the wrong way. In all fairness, he'd probably been expecting too much from the human. At least he was used to disappointment as a fact of life.

Javik followed Ben's line of sight, focusing back on him when he saw nothing behind the man. The corner of his lip twitched in agitation at the attempt to get away from him.]

I believe that is a lie, human. If you are not familiar with this place, then where are you going?

[avisionofwar]

Celegorm had been among the first to be pulled through; the first to be acquainted with the strange plight of the shard-bearers, the different worlds. So there's no longer any surprise at the question, no more wounded ego to work out upon his servants. He neatly sipped his drink before setting the glass soundlessly back atop the table, the line of his mouth curving cattishly.

"Celegorm, son of Fëanor, Lord of Himring, and a dozen other titles that I see by your gaze will mean as little to you as the first. Hopefully you're willing to reciprocate the effort, however...?"

He sipped at his glass again, watching Eiridan over its rim.

[waterbearer]

[ Kaldur's hands go up, placating, though still closer to his waterbearers at the sudden movement of the other. After the flinch, his focus is on the injury, mentally trying to think of the quickest way to get the other to safety and healing. ]

Peace. I am Kaldu'ahm, of Shayeris, better known as Aqualad on my world. [ He looks to the other's hand again, his face filled with concern. ] You are injured; allow me help you.

[ The water in his pack is fresh, newly-refilled from a stream, but instead of directing it with his waterbearers, he dips a cloth in the cool water and moves forward, offering it outward. He knows enough first aid for this, that the burn ought to be covered quickly, and medical attention sought immediately. ]

[rube]

[ben is definitely a little put-off by that, and it shows. he crosses his arms, brows furrowing. he's feeling a little edgy, if not impatient, with how things are going around the building. not knowing where he is or what's going on is making him less patient than usual, and he doesn't want to put up with the guy's pressing questions.]

Stop that, I got a name- it's Ben Hawkins.

[a beat,]

And I don't lie. I gotta find answers, and that ballroom there don't got nothing for me.

[whereyoubegin]

Then we are oh-for-two, because I have never in my life heard of any...Aegon, was that it?

[ She rubs at her head, considering. Everyone knows who the Romans were, even Sobo, who grew up in a country the Romans never touched. ]

But you sound English. Pinch me, won't you?

8D

[weightofthedead]

[Eiridan flinches slightly at the touch on his shoulder, tensing for just a spare moment before relaxing as he realizes it's Kaldur. The skittishness is almost completely forgotten as he hears the title given to him, and the corner of Eiridan's mouth turns up; he can't help but be amused by it. He waves a hand, as if to flick it away, replying lightly,]

I told you I'm not a master. Certainly not here at any rate. [The half smile curves into something fuller.] I did indeed! [It is so pleasant to be able to practice magic away from prying eyes, without having to vindicate every bit of it.] I would love to see how you manipulate water as you do, and of course, if you would like me to teach you some of my magic, I can as well.

[If there was one thing the Blight taught Eiridan it is never too early to start looking for allies.]