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!

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hi

[floreatlibertas]

[ James narrows his eyes, just a fraction. he isn't actively suspicious of everyone he comes across, but neither is he the most compassion of boys— and it just happens that this man stopped directly in his path. a quick once over tells him what he needs to know, that this fellow is disabled in some way, and he paces to the left to lean in front of him just slightly.

and then he waves a hand in front of his face.

far enough away, mind, that the breeze of his hand wouldn't sweep passed his nose, but it certainly isn't polite. then he straightens, and his hands find his hips. he's English, at least, which is something. ]

It isn't easy, one would think nobody here had a civilized bone in their bodies the way they crowd about for this awful stuff.

[ the man can't see him, but James gestures widely to the coffee shop regardless. it's mostly for himself. ]

Lucky for you I'm searching for one myself.

hi :3 :3

[scission]

[There's a faint lift of Deucalion's eyebrow at the various shifts in scent and sound that indicate what's going on beside him - in front of him, at one point. Very rude, to be taking advantage of his lack of sight to get away with an act like that, but then, letting people think they can take advantage is exactly why Deucalion keeps his behaviour so limited.

That and that flashing red eyes at everyone might cause something of a stir. Even here, and he'd rather stick to how he usually deals with interacting with the general public, at least until he's settled.

His tone still comes a touch dry when he replies, only ever really inclined to mask his disdain in subtleties and good manners rather than remove it outright.]

It would be luckier if you'd found some. [A beat, and a slight tip of his head.] Unless you don't intend to share.

[floreatlibertas]

[ James can appreciate that in a person, though he's rarely seen in displayed outside his own person. of course, he's been around his share of aristocracy, but if his Aunt taught him anything it's that manners can be the most wicked of weapons.

he doubts she intended the lesson to be taken this way, but que sera. ]

I wouldn't have mentioned it to you if I didn't, mate. [ which, may not be entirely true— but Jas understood the necessity of allies, particularly in a place like this.

he's nearly the same height as this fellow, and he eyes him a moment longer before stepping more fully in line with him and offering his arm. though the man can't see it, he expects the gesture does not go unnoticed. ]

James Matthew B. My friends call me Jas. [ his one friend, but semantics. ] Shall we?

[scission]

[The gesture doesn't go unnoticed, and though Deucalion doesn't typically need that kind of guidance, he takes it when it's offered. It keeps people close, more potential of control in the action than might be expected, his hand finding the crook of Jas' elbow, fingers curving around his upper arm. It's as good an acceptance of the invitation as any words would be.]

That's an unusual abbreviation.

[Old-fashioned, though it might be hypocritical for him to make out that he didn't appreciate that a little, considering his own name - though the touch of vanity and pretension in it if self-chosen doesn't escape him. Still, he offers in return,]

Deucalion. [He doesn't say what his 'friends' call him.]

[floreatlibertas]

I took inspiration from King Charles, who signed his name as Chas.

[ he says this a with a lofty touch, and while it sounds as though this isn't the first time he's explained this, it also doesn't sound as though he's tired of doing so. the corner of his mouth up, more a smirk than a true smile ]

It's succinct.

[ and seeing himself worthy of kingship, despite his status as a bastard son, James thinks it fitting. the forget-me-not of his eyes sweep the room, and he leads Deucalion away from the coffee shop for a more promising destination. ]

Deucalion— that's Greek, I believe? Son of Prometheus.