TEST DRIVE MEME

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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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isabelle lightwood » the mortal instruments

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[ Isabelle Lightwood likes to think she's well-versed in the politics of the Seelie court, at least more than most Shadowhunters who learned everything they know from a book. from lessons. she knows there's nothing more frowned upon than refusing a summoning from the Queen herself but it's not until after she's followed peculiar looking fairies into their kingdom that she's started to suspect that this isn't the same royalty somehow. this isn't the Seelie court that she's familiarized with and yet, that doesn't make her feel any more relaxed. fairies are the most cunning of all the Downworlders and while she has grace and courtesy when she wants it, knows how to utilize her looks, she isn't either one of her brothers. she isn't Jace especially and she can't be that effortlessly charming.

she almost wishes ( just for a second ) that the ruby pendant around her throat was pulsing. demons are the kind of evil she almost prefers to deal with. fairies are less predictable. that's actually the only thing that can be predicted about them.

but she's still smart enough not to consume anything. ] Thanks, but I'm going to have to politely decline. [ she dismisses a servant less carelessly than she might under normal circumstances, understanding how cornered she might actually be. if she doesn't eat something from their world, then maybe she won't belong here. maybe things will make sense like all the talk about these stupid shards don't. she immediately longs for Alec and all his attention to detail. he knows everything, she recalls, both with respect and irritation. he'd know how to get out of here. When the Clave hears about this, she starts and stops, because she has to wonder if they will.

she sighs and puts on her brave face, deciding that if she's going to get to the bottom of anything she's going to have to stop standing on the sidelines. besides, it's a shame to waste a perfectly good party. ]

Hey, you—! [ yeah, you'll do ] Want to dance?

[orcsurfing]

[ How long has it been since anyone has ever called out to him like this? He doesn't recall exactly; elven memories are good, to accommodate the many long years of their life, but not infinite and not perfect; with time things they have seen or heard fade like everything else, particularly so those less important, less striking, making space for new experiences, new memories to be made. Legolas stops and turns to face the owner of the voice, head cocked by a degree in question, one dark eyebrow raised. There's nobody within the earshot beside him, so the woman must, indeed, be talking to him. How long has it been since he has been asked for a dance, he doesn't quite recall either. The prince of the Woodland Realm, rarely did he participate in the celebrations of his father's people and never had he any interest, preferring to run in the woods or practise his bowmanship to perfection.

And this sort of attitude stayed with him. Legolas came willingly to the Seelie court and he came as he were at the time, in the Woodland Realm's greens with only hints of delicate silver fabric sticking out from under the fine leathers. Unlike his father, he wasn't dressed for a party. Never really was. He came in with weapons as well, though those he left in a spot he has been assured repeatedly to be safe. ]

If you wish, though I should apologise for I am not dressed for the occasion.

[ Legolas offers his hand, a graceful gesture, all long fingers and white skin in the way of the elves of Middle-Earth. Considering his purpose here, it would do him well perhaps to befriend, or at least get to know, the others who have been summoned. ]

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Please. [ she says, with the sort of disdain for apologies that implies she isn't pleading at all. ] Your outfit will do.

[ Isabelle's big on fashion and dressing to impress. she likes standing out and she expects the people she's seen with to do the same. but right now in a mid-thigh length black dress, fishnets and knee-high boots, she doesn't have much room to disregard anyone for their ensemble. her weapon, on the other hand, is coiled up her arm like golden bracelets, ready at a moment's notice to transform into an electrum whip. the dagger's in holding though.

she can't help thinking how mismatched they are. their similarities, she believes, end with their fair complexion. she has thin, light white scars and thick black marks everywhere, both of which mundanes shouldn't be able to see. Isabelle's quite positive he's neither mortal or that the Seelie court will keep her hidden. she doesn't dip her chin in shame of them; she's as vibrant and confident as ever when she takes his hand and leads him through a throng of people. they part in front of her, either intentionally or because they're spinning and she doesn't blink in amazement. crowds always give her the floor. it's not until they've stepped onto their portion of the floor that she truly answers him. ]

I'm usually much more prepared for a party than this myself. [ she hesitates, if only for the second it takes to ponder giving an alias or not. ] By the by, I'm Isabelle.

[orcsurfing]

[ Whether or not he sees the mark, Legolas doesn't let on much. Her attire alone is enough to throw him for a loop of wonder and confusion, enough to drown him in unfamiliarity like so many other things in this court; her attitude, so, so direct and more in the way of the dwarves, perhaps, or some of the hobbits he had known. And to think the elf prince had already considered himself relatively well versed in the oddities of the world, in the comparably short time he travelled beyond the borders of his home, known as Mirkwood at the time, but this isn't Arda and it brings a slew of wholly new things to see. A feast for insatiable curiosity, a trial for the way elves crave change slow or none at all.

Beyond most subtle changes in expression, a twitch of an eyelid, a tremble of a lip or the corner of the mouth, he upkeeps the easy composure, as if unperturbed, as if never moved by anything.

As they walk, he spares last glances at the couples already twirling on the floor, having watched them already before and familiarised himself with the motions. If out of nothing but curiosity for customs that were different and strange to him. The music, at least, is soft and pleasant on the ear, if entirely foreign. ]

The summons came so suddenly, it is no wonder that none of us were prepared for what lay ahead. [ He rests a hand on the small of her back, warm and gentle, arm curled around a narrow waist. A subtle, kind smile on his lips at the introduction, which he returns. ] A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, Isabelle. I am Legolas.

[ Unhurried, Legolas waits for Isabelle to give a sign she's ready. ]

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[ there are times when her emotions override everything else and force her hand, but for the most part, she can respect someone that remains unruffled by their environment because it reminds her of herself. in part because she's clamped down on a secret for so long and vowed to protect her brothers from it that she can't tell the difference and the other part being how much she isn't a vulnerable, delicate little girl like she once thought Clary might be. she can play this game; she's good at it. Isabelle knows most of the steps and what she can't remember, she can learn again.

the dance steps of the crowd are varied. nothing too complex, however obviously fluid the locals made it. frankly, she's surprised she can hear the music at all since mundanes will happily dance themselves to death to the music of the Fair Folk. she's sufficiently marked against it, she has to hope. ] If we weren't each hand-picked for our ability to gracefully land on our feet and keep going, I'd be a little disappointed.

[ she places one hand on his shoulder and takes his hand in her own again. it takes some self-restraint not to lead the dance herself. the only reason she withholds is because of his words. this one's not without his charm, even if he's visibly missing everything else that she aims for in men. ] The pleasure's all mine, Legolas. If I sat there for one more minute listening to them drone on, I'd have let them bore me to death.

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A fair observation. [ He says and with a lightest cant of his head, pulls her into a whirl. Putting into motion all that he observed just now and all that he had learned at Aragorn's court. His friend certainly enjoyed making things a touch difficult for Legolas, and dancing in the ways of the Men was one of the easier ways to confuse him at the beginning. He caught on quickly and the beginnings were hardly graceless, but Aragorn still found joy and amusement in the startled and confused looks. ] Though it may not necessarily be so that the shards we are said to carry were granted on warriors and warriors alone. I have not spoken with enough folk here to be able to tell.

[ Only a handful to start, those who bothered him and such that seemed most curious to him, most strange or knowledgeable. ]

The fairies themselves speak in riddles almost, share what they will without much in terms of true content, but with plenty of unnecessary padding.

[ Elves liked beautiful speech, rhymes and poems, songs that could go on for hours. Legolas was no different, but a warrior at his core, and seeking information and knowledge to see the bigger picture, he preferred answers concise and meaningful.

The corner of his lips remains quirked, the humour not lost on him though her speech is odd to him. ]

It could tire even an elf, indeed.