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

[bythewaves]

I am sorry to hear that Master Djinni. I suppose at the least here our masters have hopefully less sway than yours appear to have had on you in your own world.

I wonder how easy it will be to simply walk away. If it is as disorganized as you say, they may not even notice.

[windowpain]

[ He had been thinking about nothing at all, staying alert for any danger, as is his training. But at her question, he stops short, and colors deeply. ]

I...

I am...

[ Everything he is, everything he was is gone forever. He has only himself to blame. His despair is unbearable, now that she has made him think about himself again. He can feel his tears falling again. He turns from her so she won't see. ]

I am nothing. I am no one.

1/2

[redsea]

[ Oh dear, this man is worse than she is. She waves a hand to calm him down and ease his worries. ]

Ah, it's okay, it's okay! Um, um—I know! You can be my...

[redsea]

[ This is one of the few times she's ever offered this to anyone, so she takes a deep breath. ]

My friend?

[ In the same way Kouen and Judar recognized her, ]

You are not no one if someone recognizes you. Am I wrong?

sorry about the delay! ;u; im super enjoying this, jsyk

[rube]

[ben stops in front of a door as javik questions him, and at first, all he does is give a small shake of his head (which is hardly noticeable) before opening the door to an office. it's empty besides the array of books and a few places to sit. the desk is unlikely to hold anything of importance, but ben decides to go in and check anyway.]

No. Only castles I've ever seen were in books. Where I came from, people didn't have money for this.

[he waves a hand lazily to motion to the room and, generally, the castle, before rifling through a few books left on the desk. they aren't important and he knows it.]

[ready_to_bloom]

I can only imagine.

[He's glancing around as they walk; there are certainly some different sights to see here in this place.]

Is this world anything like your own?

maybe they can fight zombies again :D

[ready_to_bloom]

Well met, Kili.

[Caspian thinks he'll do well to make friends in this place - it's so different from home, and if there's a battle coming, he wants to know who is on his side.

And Kili reminds him of home.]

Have you traveled between worlds before?

[marksqueen]

No, I'm afraid this is nothing like my world. We have stories about fairies, but they aren't real.

[boysknight]

[Fionna blinks, but gets to work on answering those questions almost immediately.]

I don't know. Is it still abduction if you choose to go? Who's Peter Pan? Once I had a dream where Cake accidentally ate the entire Candy Kingdom and I had to go inside her to rescue everyone only when I got there the only thing in her stomach was a burrito. A really good burrito. [Hmmmm.] I guess that wasn't the worst nightmare I ever had after all.

[Oh wait. Introductions.] I'm Fionna.

[fuckchild]

[He looks over to the door lazily.] I can if I want.

[wilmington]

[ mid-way through his approach to the table is when jesse takes more resolute notice of him. one eye somewhat wider than the other, his eyebrow lifting. all and all, an incredibly pointed and leery look. he's not only bent at the shoulders, practically at the waist too, with arms propped on his legs facing outward. the slouch of youth, of someone who might throw on the same clothes from the previous night, if only because it's easier.

in that short period, his gaze has traveled — darted — away from him and back again. that edge of paranoia to him surely won't go missed. half of him is trying to distinguish the real from the not-real, and the other is making a desperate attempt to pick out who looks familiar (if anyone). at least the station, over all, doesn't look entirely like something out of a bad dream, inspired by a combination of stupid movies and memories he's unable to shed himself of.

when he does sit, jesse swallows visibly, and by now, he has his full attention, though the nervous air to him only seems to intensify. it disperses into obvious, impatient annoyance, even before the question is entirely asked. don't think he hasn't picked up on that hinting tone. he gives the wall opposite an agitated, harsh stare, and thumbs the side of his phone after closing it. ]

Uh, yeah. Thanks. [ mobile pinched between the knuckle of his first digit and thumb, he holds it up to gesture with it. this dry response is coated with doubt, and for a bit, he nearly doesn't say anything more. drabwurld. he's glued himself to it, staring at the edge of the table before him, eyes widening steadily in spite of himself. sherlock receives another pointed gaze, but jesse still doesn't look positive of anything. of himself, or the stranger in front of him.

finally, he does angle himself to face him now, leaning toward the table. ] Yo. Um. You said, 'Drabwurld.' Where is that, exactly? I mean, like, what continent?

[ he'll eventually come back to the likes of us. ]

(not at all! it was lovely, i've been beaming over working out a response for you. i'm embarrassed to say, i'm super, super new with jesse, too! gah. so, please, if you can, excuse the clunk and clumsy of it. eee! i'm excited to thread with you, hehe.)

[300cycles]

[Faora eyes the stranger, unsure of what to make of her. Another in armor, though it is not, by nature, Kryptonian like hers. It could resemble that of a human's armor, but those she encountered were not of such bearing.

She looks out onto the banquet again.]

We are all in this unknown world, in this same situation. Useless, for now, and without a direction until we are given orders.

no worries! and so am i! (now to finish this app...)

[notavirtue]

[Not for the first time, Javik found himself annoyed by a human. Normally they were full of unwanted ideas or advice, but this one wasn't even trying to be helpful. The fact that he didn't match up to his previous experience with humans was what was more annoying than his actual behavior, though. So much for making heads or tails from this mess.

He hesitated before following Ben inside, finally running his hand along the threshold to get a feel of the place. It was old, certainly, but the people that had been through here were utterly foreign to him.]

Your people have built greater things than castles of brick and stone.

[A bit gingerly, Javik picked up a book, frowning as its pages spilled open. It was pretty obvious he'd never held a book in his life.]

[windowpain]

My lady...

[ He bows his head — and, looking down, seems to notice for the first time that he is still holding her green mantle in one hand. His fist clenches.

He'd been about to protest that he is very much the last person she should look to. But it's clear, from what she has told him, that she desperately needs a friend. ]

My lady, the light is failing. We must hurry, if we're to make Caer Gleam before nightfall.

[ And he is the last person: they are alone, in the woods. Even if he can't protect her, if he abandons her now...

Just then, a twig snaps somewhere in the shadows of the forest, off the road. He seizes her arm and puts a finger to his lips. ]

[actually112]

Yeah, there... [Wait.

Give him a sec to stare at that thing.]

Uh...

What is that?

[actually112]

The boy cocked his head and blinked owlishly before giving a sheepish smile.

"I guess it's not really for most people, but I'm an Air Nomad. We jump off stuff all the time!" The smile quickly became more earnest. "And the best part is that using a glider means I don't need to move around my arms and legs to bend the air, so I won't hurt myself."

Or, well, he wouldn't hurt himself during the actual flying. Landing might cause trouble.

[redsea]

[ Kougyoku doesn't know if that's a yes, but it definitely wasn't a no. It gets her hopes up.

She obeys and stays quiet, keeping close to him. Could it be an orc? Or a bandersnatch? No, this forest is supposed to be safe. At least, that's what they say. She slowly pulls her metal vessel out of her hair—a golden hairpin. Should something ever attack them, she will be ready. ]

[ex_inconnu774]

[she shrugs.]

I assume you mean orders that make sense.

[faeries? courts? gemstones? please. none of those can possibly be real or make an ounce of sense -- she'd know if there was a shard of anything in her chest that she did not consent to have put there.]

[huge_egomd]

There was so much wrong with that statement. Worse, there were so many words in that statement whose meaning eluded him. Air Nomad? That made the kid sound like an ICBM, which House felt safe in assuming he probably wasn't. He didn't have the right aerodynamic shape for one thing.

He scratched his chin for a moment, allowing the crazier of his theories to sort themselves out to the bottom of the list, leaving him with...slightly less crazy theories. He needed more data.

"At the risk of sounding like a complete idiot--what do you mean by 'bend' air?"

[13th_member]

Huh? [Blink. Oh right, not everyone is familiar with weapons appearing out of nowhere.]

Heh, sorry. This is my weapon. It's how I'm able to beat up the Heartless. [He looks over the white Keyblade for a moment before offering it to Aang to hold.]

It's helped me through a lot of bad times.

[windowpain]

[ Another twig snaps, followed afterwards by a long silence. Then branches beging creaking, and leaves rustling. And then there is the sound.... of giggling.

The rays of the late afternoon sun penetrate the forest to reveal a bevy of maidens dancing naked in the woods. Dryads.

Kevin's hand is on the hilt of his sword, he had been ready to strike. But now he just stands there, goggle-eyed and staring. ]

[firith]

You know I would not.

[ The look he bends on him is amused, barely exasperated; he raised Legolas, after all, and knows his ways better than any other. His chin cants in what passes for a shrug, careless and facetious with the same undercurrent of straight-laced humour. ]

Currently, I haven't fortified the patience that would require waiting for you to keep pace.

[ #SHOTS FIRED ]

[actually112]

[Aang takes it carefully in his hands, weighing it. He doesn't usually work with weapons, but this one seems very lightweight.]

Wow. This is pretty cool!

[He offers it back to Roxas.] How do you make it appear?

[actually112]

"You--oh!" His eyebrows went up and he looked genuinely surprised for a moment. "Sorry, I thought every world had bending! I guess not."

He bit his lip, rocking on the balls of his feet. "Bending's like... it's... okay, it's pretty hard to describe if you haven't seen it. Just watch."

He put aside his staff for a moment and raised his arms, taking a breath before twisting and jumping in place. For a brief moment, there's and audible, visible ball of churning air hugged in his arms, and then he thrusts it downward before linking his hands together and sitting on it. He's literally sitting in a meditative position on a ball of air.

If House knew anything about martial arts and the different styles, he might be able to identify Ba Gua Zhang.

The boy floated there for a moment with a smile, then his entire body seized with pain, ruining his posture, and the air ball released itself with a powerful gust of wind in all directions, allowing the boy to land hard on the ground.

"Ow..." He groaned softly before there was another softer gust of wind, catching his clothes and pulling him up just enough so he could put his feet underneath himself and he was standing again. "Sorry... I'm usually better at that."

[13th_member]

[Oddly enough, Aang's enthusiasm is pretty rare for Roxas to experience. Summoning the Keyblade was always expected of him, so he can't stop his smile from growing.]

It's hard to explain, but I sort of just think about it. Kind of like magic. [Standing up, Roxas moves far enough to summon Oblivion safely. The dark Keyblade is more sinister looking compared to Oathkeeper with its appearance initially sparking with some sort of black electricity.]

Originally, I had one Keyblade, but these two are the ones that make me a lot stronger. [Going to show off a little by spinning both in his hands, creating streaks of light in the air.]