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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[lastoftheline]

Slowly, Celebrimbor shakes his head, continuing to stare at Maglor. "It is not the Everlasting Dark. Nor is it the Halls." He slowly loosens his grip on Maglor's arm. "It is another place, unknown to any of our people. And there are many others here, some faces familiar, some not." He shakes his head, but his gaze devours the elf before him. His family had always been a difficult subject for Celebrimbor but in this strange land, seeing the uncle who had been kind to him, momentarily pushed those difficulties to the side.

"I escaped, Maglor." He added softly. From your Oath perhaps, only to fall into a curse of my own making.

[rekhyt]

Not quite sure if it's intended to be a punishment, but if you're set on making yourself miserable I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for it. Life is always good at providing that sort of thing.

And if by 'escape' you mean 'get home' then there's nothing I can do for you. Or anyone, at least that I've found. I suppose it's possible that there's someone out there who's figured it out and scarpered, but if they did they don't seem to have left the formula. Might be just as well, in some cases.

As for hiding.

[He smiles again, wide and wicked and as though Maglor is a little slow, spreading his arms.]

Take your pick. I don't have any particular boltholes, there's usually not time to get to them anyway, but I always figure that some direction away from the fighting is the way to run, if it's what you're interested in doing.

[whereyoubegin]

[ The pinch hurts like a pinch should, and Kami feels a tremble of relief. Sometimes she has that niggling fear in the back of her mind, that maybe Jared is real but maybe Kami is still crazy after all. You can't live with someone else in your head and in your heart for seventeen years without it twisting you up a little inside. She'd thought - okay, magic is real, hyakume and wood spirits and sorcerers are real, so why not fairies? If one story is real, surely a hundred must be.

But other...other realms, other worlds, other places entirely - and that's what this girl Alayne and the things she knows and the things she doesn't means - that's something else. It could the kind of story a person would make up all on their own, if a person is crazy enough. ]

Maybe we are. From what I remember of fairytales, the fae didn't exactly inspire a whole lot of mental stability in the people they touched.

[blackhand]

Not so bad yourself.

[To receive a compliment from him is rare, the smirk coming with it showing he's impressed. You left a good impression on him, too, Corvo. He won't ever admit to giving it, he's too proud to, but it's there nonetheless.

It's a good thing Basso isn't around, otherwise he'd hound Garrett endlessly for it. Probably try to hire Corvo, too.

There's silence for a moment, and Garrett uncrosses his arms and looks over the other again. Definitely not someone who would stick out, but not a forgettable face, either.

With one foot pulling him back into the shadow, he lets out an amused huff.]

A small tip: Stay on your toes.

[Because they'll meet again. He knows they will. And when they do, it may or may not be just like this encounter, or something entirely different.

You never can really tell, with people such as them.

Garrett's eye flickers briefly, as if to signal a sign of approval somewhere, before he pulls up his cowl and is swallowed by the darkness once more. A second later, and he's gone, a shadow the only memory of him ever being there in the first place.

Until next time, Corvo.]

[aphrodisiacs]

[ she shrugs. ] Just a little …

[ a whole lot. it's not every day you die and end up at a feast. she wonders if this is what happens to nathan. does he get himself killed just so he can be disgusting and eat? ]

Haven't really turned into anything, yeah? [ she wrinkles her nose. ] Doesn't taste any different to food back home, either. Guess it's all right — but dunno why they'd do something to the drinks and not the food.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha seems to liven up. this is a rant she's practiced multiple times before. ]

Not real, proper superheroes. None of that Batman shit, yeah? Just … stupid pricks who think that they can somehow save the world by destroying it. [ she shrugs. it's a simplified version of her community service: these so-called "stupid pricks" try to kill anyone who have superpowers because they're insecure little freaks. ]

It's complete bullshit. None of them even get dressed up. [ that's what makes you a proper superhero, right? the stupid latex and underwear worn on the outside? ]

[weightofthedead]

Before the Tevinter Imperium, before the elves bred with humans and began to quicken their lives were endless-

Eiridan blinks the memory of that line in that ancient text, re-focusing upon Celegorm. His hand reaches up, and strokes for a moment at the old scar at his ear, gently tracing the notch. He did not recognize the word Ainur, unless it was another way to describe the Pantheon of the Dalish gods.

"I have never heard of the Ainur." He replied, slowly, quietly. "So perhaps they have." He paused another moment. "It would not surprise me." He was silent for a moment longer before adding, "Perhaps the incorrect word, but I am surely not that." He lets out a cold, dry laugh.

"The march of time leaves you feeling like that? That isn't the purview of those with endless life."

Soon Brenn.

[bythewaves]

Maglor follows, trusting his brother, as he has always trusted them.

"We did. But... if they reject us? I do not know. I ... threw mine into the sea." Hence the hands.

"No" softer. "I am not alone any more." Can you guess, Celegorm, the words he does not say?

[weightofthedead]

[Eridan's eyes narrow as he watches Kaldur's smooth manipulation of the element, impressed. He reaches out, fingers sliding along the tattoos, bold and thoughtless, feeling the spark of power hidden within them.]

The magic that I practice has an elemental school, but nothing to the level of control that you possess. [In small demonstration, he light taps his staff to the ground and frost curls out from it the icy tendrils cutting through the grass.] The tattoos are a more familar concept, a Mage will often have a staff, [His fingers drum in his own] To do a similar purpose, to hone and focus our magic.

Can you manipulate any other elements? Or manipulate the world around you in any way?

[rekhyt]

[Bartimaeus had gleaned much experience in his long years, though not much was to his choosing. Some was to his liking, some not, but he took it and hoarded scraps close as long as it helped keep him alive. He took it wherever he could find, and would take it in this world as readily as that of the magicians, or the Other Place. Knowledge was useful, that way.]

In an ideal world it would be. Unfortunately I'm not sure those exist - I certainly haven't seen one, so even if they do it's not much use to me.

Ah. You're one of those, aren't you? An idealist. You'd do better to give up on your pretty ideals - they never last, in the long run. But I expect you won't. None of you ever do. [Too true - empires and regimes rose and fell again, all part of an endless cycle of decadence and corruption. He couldn't see this time being any different from Egypt, or Assyeria, or the Czech Republic. But he did not wish to make an enemy, so Bartimaeus flashed a cheesy smile.]

Well, that's me. Personally I couldn't care either way who wins or who loses, so long as my own skin stays intact. The monarchs don't seem to interested in forcing us to fight their wars, so I figure why ask for trouble where it's not needed?

[He hasn't heard of djinn. Bartimaeus cannot be surprised any more.]

Few enough people have, here. I suppose it's just as well - I'm starting to suspect that the only reason I only ever got summoned to the one was because nobody else knew about us. I can't imagine the workload that would have kicked off if more had - I mean look at this place. Brand new world, where as far as I know they've never had a summoning, and I get dragged in to fight in on of their wars. Only good thing I have to say about our current masters is that they seem to be largely incompetent, at least in the business of controlling all their new slaves.

(You're good! Here, have some tl;dr in return)

[13th_member]

[There's a long pause on Roxas' end, mostly because he's debating on how much he needs to explain. If he's obligated to or not, if people will think of him differently or less.]

No, not really. I'm...kind of different. [Even if, deep down, he desperately wishes that wasn't the case.]

If Sora was here, I'm sure he'd fly with you. [A small, self-deprecating smile begins to grow.]

[rapunzelf]

[She may prove difficult to cheer, for she does not know what she did, but assumes it must have been something. And how can she be cheerful in those circumstances? But she will go with the silver-haired girl just the same, because she has nothing better to do, and because Lady Celebrían wishes to be near her.]

I do not, I fear, know this place well enough to find anywhere like that.

[bythewaves]

Not the Darkness and all the tension seeps out of Maglor's shoulders in relief. So he has not failed his family, then.

"I am glad one of us was able to escape." Because he is, and that was why, despite the screaming hissy fits arguments and the hurt, he had not protested Celebrimbor leaving them overly. Let at least one of us go free.

"I will not say I am not glad to see you again, but I wish it was in better circumstances, perhaps." Next question: why is Celebrimbor in this court and not the other?

[redsea]

[ Honestly, Kougyoku was just curious of what was so great about the station. Oh, right. The Station. Sorry. Isn't it just a place with a lot of metal? She lets out a yelp when Kami appears out of nowhere, bringing her arms close to her chest as if to protect herself. ]

I, um, well— [ This is very overwhelming. It almost makes her want to hide behind her silk sleeves. ] P-Peter Pan? [ What kind of name is that? ] Um, blood sport isn't what I'd call it... [ But she would sure treat it like one! ]

yes that too

[breadmaking]

[He's totally expecting something about the name. He's always expecting something about the name. That's just a side-effect of being named after the most ridiculous bodily function. It's a decent surprise (and relief) then, when her question is...not actually bad.]

Uh, no. [He shakes his head, but perks up a little now that things are...mildly less awkward.] But I don't think most of us are, from what I've heard. I mean, are you?

[breadmaking]

Er. Right, noted.

[MENTAL NOTE MADE. Thank you, Jack Frost, for making sure he doesn't accidentally make himself out to be a creep.]

You sure, though? You don't have to show me around. --I mean, I would appreciate it, but.

[But he'll start walking again anyway, because he's sure not going to turn down the offer if it's real. ...Even if he's pretty sure the guy was just riling him up for the fun of it.]

alll good! I'm full of late replies.

[onetruealphatorulethemall]

[He nods.]

Dude, I'm fine. But you're right. This is a little messed up. Mostly just... [He scrunches his face] Weird.

Despite werewolves and banshees and whatever else, I never would have thought that faeries and stuff were real.

[Stiles would have a field day with this, he was sure.]

[onetruealphatorulethemall]

"That's.... good." It was a relief that he could eat the food without turning into anything strange. Admittedly something he hadn't been worried about until she said it. Now he was, but looking around, she was right. No one was turning into anything strange. There were some pretty strange things about though.

"You're right, though. We'll get this figured out. At least we're here together."

He reaches out to take her hand. It's experimental. They're still experimental.

[onetruealphatorulethemall]

Yeah. Crazy, huh? Faeries and all.

[He glances around the room at the people around them, and the winged creatures flitting about. That was going to take some getting used to.

After a moment he turns back to face her.]

You okay?

[overdraws]

As well as I can be, all things considered. [ She nods a little, watching him. ] What about you?

[onetruealphatorulethemall]

[He shrugs.] Oh you know, mildly freaking out. Trying to wrap my head around it.

[Shaking his head.] You'd think I'd be used to this kind of thing by now.

[overdraws]

[ He earns a small laugh at that. ] Nah. This is totally different than someone turning into a giant lizard monsters. Jackson never managed to sprout wings.

[onetruealphatorulethemall]

Thank god! ['Cause if that had happened Scott wasn't sure what he would have done. Possibly had a major freak out.

He takes a bite of something off his plate, then holds it out to her offering her anything on it.]

I think I can handle faeries over lizard things any day. At least they're... friendly? [He was pretty sure they were friendly at least.]

[overdraws]

[ She hesitates after a moment, and then figures, why not? So she grabs what looks to be a slice of some kind of fruit, and takes a bit. ] Friendly enough, anyway. I mean, it's not every day that kidnappers throw a party for their victims.

[onetruealphatorulethemall]

No kidding. I feel like I need some, I don't know, princely clothes? What do princes even wear? Tunics?

[The food hasn't done anything weird to him yet, so it's probably safe. Not that he even considered that it might not be. Alpha he may be, but forward thinking is still something he needs to work on.]