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

[unclebob]

[The little that can be made out in the dim light is not much. Just a man, tall and well-muscled....and the dim glow from a red eye that flashes in the dark. As he takes a few limping steps forward, the torchlight glints off the metal parts of his skull able to seen through the torn, bloody patches of skin.

He stares at David, appraising him with the cold eyes of a machine used to making decision through logic rather than emotion. No weapons, at least none that he can see. Good build, might try to use physical force. Overall threat analysis: minimal.]

I am not your enemy. [He says in a broad Austrian accent, trying his best to sound non-threatening. It doesn't really work.]

wow minimal threat how rude

[rustic]

[ if the man's appearance wasn't enough to give david pause, the strange introduction is. it's more the actions that do the trick of lowering his guard, just slightly— the man's still, keeping some distance. the stare doesn't win any points, but it's hardly the most distracting thing going on at the moment.

the fact that the guy's bleeding profusely and appears to be falling apart, that's distracting. the metal and the red eye is probably tied. there's a notable pause while david stares right back, tries to gauge the appropriate response. ]

You're hurt. [ and also metal. but he's seen people turn into wood and various animals, so who's he to judge. there's a trace of real concern in the observation, though it's given weight by a heavy dose of wariness. ]

Rude, yet honest. >:}

[unclebob]

[Hurt. What an interesting word. It's not one he would have chosen to describe himself, as it implies that he can feel pain. He limps forward a few more steps, each one hitching up. The source is an exposed knee joint on his left side.]

I am in need of repairs.

[He'd found someone earlier to help him temporarily fix his arm, but the rest of him looks like he's been put through the wringer and back again. He's not exactly bothered by it, but it feels cumbersome, a condition he's unused to being it.]

:')

[rustic]

[ there's a quick glance to the injured knee, and then another few moments of consideration before david relaxes. sort of, anyway. he's still in a strange castle in front of what appears to be a robot, so maintaining some caution is just common sense. ]

Repairs aren't really my specialty, unfortunately. [ he's not totally useless, but there's no point in pretending he's got any idea where to start with something like this. still— ] Is there anything I can do to help?

[unclebob]

My knee. [He gestures to it with his head.]

There is something blocking the joint. It will not move correctly. [He would take care of the shrapnel piece himself, but at present, he's only got one arm, and the fingers on it are too big to properly fit inside the small area. He was built for fighting, not for being able to repair himself. Most Terminators merely keep going until they are forced into a shutdown.]