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[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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Peter Pevensie | The Chronicles of Narnia

[sublimity]

[This is not one of the three places he saw through the portal Aslan created.

It is nothing like the bright blues and greens of the Telmarines’ new (old) home, nor like the hard grey of the train station they are meant to return to. It certainly isn’t Narnia, though this place does have its own type of wild beauty.

The feel of magic permeates everything here, in a way that makes him feel wary, especially since it seems he has arrived unaccompanied. Of course he would rather his siblings stayed safe, especially if this isn’t the will of Aslan (for surely he would have sent them together elsewhere and not have said it was time for them to return to England), but there certainly is a comfort in facing the unknown with them.

Peter looks around surreptitiously, seemingly at ease despite the alertness in his eyes, occasionally stopping a passerby.]

Pardon me, have you seen a boy and two girls wearing similar garb to mine?

[The trained eye would note the hand held casually by the hilt of his sword as he kept a careful distance from the food.]

[unclebob]

[The Terminator looks down at the boy through his torn-up face. The boy must have some courage to approach the machine in the ragged, bloody state he's in. The machine wonders if he is a native to this place, decked out as he is in his clothing, and with a sword to boot.]

I have not. [Internally, his system looks over the weapon, noting its position and the hand hovering close by. Clearly, it is a familiar weapon, one which could do serious damage, if not to him, than to the other people at the feast. He remembers what the T-1000 could do with its limbs. His red eye pulses a little as it recognizes a potential threat. He's going to be keeping an eye on Peter.]

[sublimity]

[Peter had only half glanced at the Terminator when he had asked, distracted by the possibility he could miss anyone he knew if he took his eyes away from the merriment. He looks back when his question is answered, only to double take at the bloody state of the Terminator, and immediately focuses on him.]

By Aslan's mane, you ought to see a healer!

[His arms are raised on instinct, as if to catch the injured man (?) if he fell.

He isn't sure what to make of the glowing red eye or the exposed bits of metal. Certainly this person isn't human, perhaps of magical origin, though Peter has never seen such a being. In a strange way, he is reminded of his original world, though he doesn't really consider the thought since nothing is so advanced from there.]

[unclebob]

[His head tilts in puzzlement as his systems read the obvious concern in the boy's voice. He's used to people, with the exception of the Connors, either showing him fear or not giving a damn about him. To have a reaction that runs to the contrary of either these reactions is confusing for the Terminator.

In a way that would be described as absent-minded on a human being, he reaches up, lightly feeling along the hole that currently is occupying his chest. His systems keep trying to find a way to reroute power around it. It's looks bad, but-- wait, no, he's never been through worse. He seeks to find a way to reassure the boy, despite the weapon he carries. Scanning his systems, he comes up with a suitable tone of voice.]

Most of my injuries will heal by themselves, with time.

[sublimity]

[The Terminator is unnerving upon closer look, but he doesn't seem to want to hurt anyone, so Peter doesn't falter, despite instincts insisting he reach for his sword.

Those wounds are surely life threatening, and yet, the other stands. Perhaps it isn't as terrible as it looks from his human perspective?

But even so, Peter will try insisting the other get his injuries looked at.]

I have heard the best of men and beast speak as such, but even they at times have need of aid. Perhaps whatever does not fall under "most" ought to be treated.

[marksqueen]

[speaking of a girl wearing similar garb, have a younger sister coming your way]

Peter. It's all right, we're all together. Edmund and Lucy are around here somewhere.

[sublimity]

[He whips around, relief spelt clearly all over his countenance. After taking a very brief moment to see she's in one piece, he practically runs the rest of the distance between them to lift her up into a hug.]

Su! Su, you're all right!

[It's almost like a visible burden has been lifted from his shoulders when he hears about their younger siblings, though confusion is clear when he doesn't see them around.]

Where are they?

[He has no doubt in Susan's words, but there's something to be said about seeing them with his own eyes.]

[marksqueen]

They're close by, don't worry. But Peter... something's a bit odd. When I saw Lucy, she looked taller. Like she grew up since we left Narnia.

[this is weird and illogical. She is confused]

[sublimity]

Do you think the fairies gave her a growth spurt to spite Ed?

[Joking aside, he certainly can't stop worrying, not with the way they all likely arrived (kidnapped by little imps and fairies of all things!), and the fact that they came separately. It doesn't seem right.]

That is a bit queer, isn't it? Is her height the only thing that has changed? Nothing's the matter otherwise?

[There's a pause as he mulls over whether he wants to give voice to his thoughts. The last time he doubted...]

Su...Do you think we have been sent here by Aslan?

[counterbalanced]

[Relief loosens Edmund's tongue, and his wit.]

I should hope so, considering I'm standing right next to you.

[Now that he's found Peter, something in him relaxes. All of his siblings are here. He sees with his own eyes that they are safe, and yet for how much longer? Perhaps it would have been better if Peter and Lucy had made it to England after all.]

[sublimity]

[He laughs, relief and joy clear to all as he gathers his little brother into a hug (and ignoring any protests said little brother might have).]

Ed, you twit! How long have you been watching? Honestly, didn't think to put me out of my misery, did you?

[counterbalanced]

[Edmund lets Peter manhandle him without (too much) protest, though he does give his brother a long-suffering look as soon as he's released.]

It isn't often we see you at a loss. I had wondered how long it would take you to find the rest of us.

[sublimity]

[Hush you love it.]

Goodness, are you lot playing hide and seek with me whilst I stand here none the wiser?

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian has been wandering the halls here for a while, sampling bits of the food, although he's wary about eating too much of it, what with all the magic around him. So far, though, there's been no ill effects, and his head is quite clear, as he makes his way through the crowds.

When someone speaks to him, he recognizes the young man right away, even if the other is a bit preoccupied. He answers the question with a smile.]

Hello, King Peter. And no, I haven't. Not yet, at least.

[sublimity]

King Caspian!

[A bright smile spreads across his face. He hadn't ever expected to see Caspian again, so it makes the meeting all the more welcome, even if they saw each other not too long ago. It is, however, very strange that they both ended up here.

He extends his arm, intending to clasp Caspian's in greeting.]

It is good to see you, though I admit to not expecting your presence here. I do wonder if my siblings have not arrived yet, strange as the thought is. How long have you been here?


[ooc: Sorry for the lateness/slowness. Chrome's been acting up and making tagging impossible at times. ;; ]

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian's smile is equally bright as he reaches out to meet Peter's welcome. He had just watched his friends vanish through a door in the air, and he thought never to see them again; at least not Peter and Susan. And yet, here's Peter, and perhaps the others are not far?]

I haven't been here very long at all. I was... pulled here shortly after the four of you left. Have you been here long yourself?

[He doesn't think so - Peter looks exactly the same as when Caspian last saw him. Still there is magic in the air, and it's good to make certain.]

And I'm glad to see you as well, Peter. Shall I join you in searching for the others?

((no worries! :D))

[sublimity]

[There is more of a warmth and ease to him in place of politeness that was absent before. It's always good to have a friend around.]

Likely the same as you. I had just spoken my farewells. [For a brief moment there is a solemnness to his smile, and then it pulls down into a frown.] I do wonder what kind of magic can bring both of us here.

[It obviously isn't the door since Caspian is here and none of his siblings are in sight.]

I would welcome you gladly. Perhaps we ought to keep a look out for all manner of Narnians?

[Since this doesn't seem like the typical world jumping.]

[ooc: ♥!]

[mulletrock]

[So, this kid might look like something out of a bad fantasy show but it was something and he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders because he wasn't digging in either.

Dean's not intimidated by the sword, he knows how to talk his way out of bad situations and as far as this one went the guy was just as lost as him. They had no reason to fight each other.]

I think I'd remember if I saw somebody else wearing that get up.

wow what is with that face, deano.

[sublimity]

[Rude Dean, it's a good fantasy show kthx.

Peter isn't sure what to make of the other man's demeanor or his clothing, only that Dean is likely as foreign to this place as he is.]

I see.

[Disappointment flits across his face for a second, only to replaced with a smile.]

Thank you. Are you looking for anyone as well?

[There's no reason for both of them to be disappointed if it can be prevented.]

nuttin. ;)

[mulletrock]

Uh, yeah.

[He's not 100% on whether or not he can trust this kid, but he seems innocent enough and he's stuck here just like him. So, that's something.]

My brother. He's about yea high and has a boy band hairdo.

[Dean gestures a few inches over his own head with his hand and then drops that hand with an amused look on his face.]

Actually his hair's kinda close to yours. Just darker.

>:T

[sublimity]

[What does "boy band" even mean??]

Boy band...? Oh! I see.

Shall I assume he is dressed similarly to you?

[francia]

[France turns his head halfway towards the inquiring voice. He keeps the other half of his attention on one of the displays of entertainment, his demeanour straight-backed and on high alert. To Peter, he likely appears as a fair-haired young teen not yet able to grow a beard, adorned in chainmail that's seen better days, a sword sheathed at his side half as long as his own body, and only the most crucial elements of plate armour. He smiles, although it doesn't reach the eye that Peter can clearly see.]

I've see many people like you and me.

[His gaze slides to Peter's sword and then very slowly back up, taking stock and cataloguing. It would seem almost indecent if not for the tauntness of France's own mien.]

You'll have to be more specific.

[sublimity]

[He returns the gaze, automatically cataloguing the armour and sword as well. (It's familiar in the way one remembers seeing something in a book or museum.) He notes how well used they are, and how the other youth's eyes don't quite match the rest of his face.

He smiles openly anyway, finding no reason to do otherwise. The scrutinising isn't unusual, for he's far too used to such things from first arriving in Narnia, and then becoming one of her rulers.]

I thought it wouldn't do to overwhelm people with details, if they haven't seen this type of garb all ready. [Narnian clothing is distinct in itself, he thinks, and so far, he's seen none wear it.] I suppose it isn't very specific for those unfamiliar. My apologies.

[francia]

[France turns a bit more to face Peter, his hands moving in front of himself as if to demonstrate that they're currently empty. He smiles, and it's very pretty expression with still the edge of childish sweetness. Faced with such good manners from a likely peer based on the fine dress and sword, France cannot be so obviously ungallant.]

No offence taken, good sir. I have travelled much in my life and seen much odd and memorable dress. Would your companions also carry shield or sword?

[His eyes flick to the lion's head that is the pommel of Peter's sword and then back to his Peter's face. There's a faint teasing there as if to say that France is not about to be overwhelmed by a spot of detail.]

[sublimity]

[There's a bit more openness in his stance, one hand held loosely by his side as he offers his other to shake. The hinted teasing only makes his smile widen.]

Then it is fortunate for me to make your acquaintance. My name is Peter.

My younger brother is likely carry a sword of similar make to mine--[He describes his siblings' manner of dress, as well as their appearances, using a hand to indicate how tall each of them are.]