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TEST DRIVE MEME
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! |
dovahkiin ( elder scrolls v )
She stood in silent wonderment, at how exactly did she find herself in such situations. What angered her most was not the untimely interruption those imps had caused, but that she had been given a side rather than choosing one. It was not a question of whether or not she would've chosen the opposite side, but the lack of a choice in the first place.
(she did not want to consider the possibility that it was her previous choices that influenced this outcome)
A civil war had pricked back in the world she was supposed to be in, and she had purposely stayed out of it, because it was a headache and not her problem. Keeping the world from being devoured by an immortal menace of a dragon - deity even - had seemed more purposeful. And well, important. Hell, helping a talking dog still seemed more rewarding. Horrible master aside.
And yet, here she was instead. With no say-so.
Nearly, nearly it felt like a chain, with a way back firmly shut. And dragons did not take kindly to being held and her soul was no exception. For moments, she stood cleared away from the crowd while that dragon blood of hers seethed and when her vision no longer swam white from frustration she headed outside. Her disarrayed hair, nor her weapons and armor seemed to fit into the sickening glamour of it all anyway. So away she went, with the urge to Shout still scratching at the back of her throat.
She found a small niche, slipped her bow and quiver from her shoulder, and started picking at her arrows. Counting, straightening. Muttering. ] Can they not handle their own problems for a change?
Re: dovahkiin ( elder scrolls v )
Fenris has been trapped in the party long enough to drink himself drunk and then to sober again. He's an even height for an elf, but short by human standards, and the cruel shape of his gauntleted hands neatly grip the stems of two champagne glasses. One, he wordlessly offers to the pale-haired warrior. ]
You look roughly as I did, when they told me there was no leaving.
[ His voice has the roughness of one who speaks rarely, drinks much, and is approximately bitter enough to sour an ocean. ]
fenris!
[ But she studies him, a quick sort of thing, lines of his armor, his face (those markings) traced by sharp, curious eyes that are neither kind nor cruel. More deciding whether he was an immediate threat, rather than passing judgement. She had seen many mer before, though none such as him. But her curiosity on the matter of him would have to wait as she notes the offered flute of the light liquid, little bubbles dancing and dazzling and the first thing she thinks is that she's never seen a drink like that before.
She takes the glass with the slightest of nods, if only for some semblance of manners. Or because it gives something for her to do. ] This would be from their feast? Celebrating their newly acquired precious commodities. [ The last is nearly spat out, as though the insult still burns hot against her flesh. No feast or drink would soften the blow her pride had felt. She already had a purpose; they did not need to assign her another. ]
yes yes!
[ Fenris is familiar enough with the fury of the caged creature that he can spy it easily in others; a tension and gravity as familiar to him as his own reflection. He ignores her appraisal when he feels it flowing over his skin; let her make of him what she will. He frowns at his own glass before lifting it high enough that he can soundlessly sip at the sweetness.
His flinty eyes considered her from their corners, likewise appraising. ]
Let them celebrate while it lasts. I have escaped bondage once. I can do it again. Whatever the world, whatever the master, whatever the chains.
[ He tipped his glass toward her, just faintly. An unspoken, 'as can you'. But his eyes, they are for the world around them, his thin-lipped mouth pressed into a hard line. ]
no subject
Even, measured calm was far beyond her reaches still. (Could she even use Kyne's Peace on herself?) ] Unused to any bonds, at that. It's not in my nature.
[ Aside from bonds of her purpose, but that was different. ] But all bonds break.
A fact you sound aware of. [ She tastes the drink with caution, with no desire to bear poison from their captors. She tips her head to the direction of the court, before turning to watch him again. ] They seem unnervingly pleased with themselves.
no subject
They've a crowd of puppets happy to dance at the gentlest tug of a string. Even a mabari would have better sense than to trust it.