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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morgana pendragon ♛ merlin (bbc)

[scinlae]

[ they are her people after a fashion; creatures of magic she had always been taught to fear since she was a child. in all respects she should jump at the chance to aid them.

she does not.

morgana pendragon is a high priestess, a queen, and they drag her to this place like some common servant. it ignites a fury in her blood. how dare they? (she could kill them all for this.)

as lavish as the buffet looks she ignores it all, passing over offers of food and drink. (not again, she will not be fooled again.) critical eyes watching for something, anything to aid her. she cannot leave, that much is clear, she cannot lash out for there is magic here greater than her own ─ so she must wait.

and waiting has never been morgana's strong suit. ]

[brainiest]

[ Hermione is acting in quite the same way as Morgana, really; she's wandering around, careful to watch for people, anything that might be dangerous in particular, but so far she's feeling oddly safe. It's something she hadn't been expecting and she almost forgets herself, accidentally running into someone and feeling her eyes widen as she leans back, gripping her wand tightly. ]

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.

[scinlae]

[ eyes flash gold for a one short moment, old words sitting on the tip of her tongue. they almost come lose and bring chaos down upon the revelry. almost.

she forces herself to swallow them and breathe. ]

You best keep your eyes front, else your run into something less kind then I. [ and she is no longer kind. ]

[brainiest]

[ Hermione swallows the odd lump in her throat, leaning back and forcing herself to calm. She's faced far worse than someone like this and she can defend herself if needs be - though she really, really doesn't want to start that here. ]

I will, I'm sorry. I was just a little entranced.

[scinlae]

Have you never seen the revelry of the fae? [ neither has she, in truth though morgana is not about to admit to that. ]

[brainiest]

No, not really, nothing like this. I've read a few things about it but I've never actually seen anything like it. [ She pauses, lifting her head, looking a little more confident. ] Have you?

[scinlae]

[ the fae of her world keep to themselves, they know it wiser to hide from the likes of Camelot. it was her hope to change that, so that all magic creatures could live without fear of death. ]

Yes. [ it is not all a lie. she can remember feasts in Camelot that could rival the likes of this one. ]

[brainiest]

[ Her eyes widen and she looks out across the feast again, expression a little more awe-filled than before. ]

That sounds wonderful. Are they common, where you're from?

[consolidating]

Morgana.

[ the name comes tumbling out of Arthur's lips and it's foolish but he cannot call it back once it does. it's an instinct, something he cannot hope to control. because she's there, perhaps a dozen steps away and he wants to blame her for all of this. it would be easy; morgana is a sorceress and not a weak one either. and in the last years she had brought nothing but fire and axes and destruction to his borders so why can't she arrange him to be sent away?

it'll be easy to blame morgana except that she looks as suspicious as arthur feels, just as out of place. but they cannot both be here. whatever strong enough to rend morgana's magic useless, perhaps arthur should be wary of it too.

( and he is, he is; but that doesn't mean she's harmless, she's anything but )

his hand goes to the hilt of his sword but lingers there. she has magic, he knows; and she doesn't fight fair, he knows that, too. ]

it would seem you are upon foreign lands, my Lady.

[ or are they foreign? can Arthur even trust anything she says?

(no, no he can't.) ]

[scinlae]

[ her name comes from his lips and sets her on edge, a familiar thrum dances about her fingers. she still remembers the last they spoke, the look of realization on his face when she revealed herself. the cavern crumbling and earth falling onto her shoulders.

morgana turns with her chin raised high, determined at the least not to appear as beaten as she currently is.

he will blame her for this, she knows it before he even speaks the words, and for once she will be not the cause. for once it will not be her doing. for once she is utterly innocent. how ironic. ]

As are you, dear brother.

[consolidating]

Do these words mean something to you, truly?

[ 'dear brother', she says and it sounds as if she's mocking him with the truth of their bond. he'd call her dear sister for true, he would give her what was denied of her until now as justice would have it and morgana -

morgana would stand there, straight and tall and would sneer these words at them as if they are an insult, a mockery of all the things that she had stolen from the both of them and arthur is more angry with her for doing that than for most other things. ]

Do not use this against me, Morgana, you have done so too many times in the past.

[scinlae]

What else shall I call you, then? My Lord? Your Majesty? [ she spits the words with venom, anger and bitterness etching across her face. the feast about then disappears, the world consisting of nothing but arthur standing in her way once more. like nothing has changed. ]

I would sooner drown in my own blood.

[consolidating]

You could call me by my name, Morgana, as I do you; instead of using the one thing that ties me to you as mockery.

[ it's sharp and it's angry because she doesn't care and her indifference is maddening. ]

You are my sister. I would never say it as if it were an insult.

what am i doing screeeeeaaaams

[regnants]

[There's suspicion- of course there is. In the time since she has married Arthur- there's been nothing but cause for it. Little seeds planted here or there, betrayals even in the forms of her own handmaiden. She has had to make difficult decisions, some that she would once never have even imagined would be hers to make.

Still- the desire for compassion, to smooth things over, to lend her aid in the hope that she will be returned to where she is needed the most, lingers beneath it all. It isn't what propels her forward, however. Whatever her informed purpose here- she isn't sympathetic to her own kidnapping. She is, however, interested in seeing if there are others from home. If not- she can't believe anything other than the fact that they'd come for her.

The last person she expected to find, (and she can't imagine why that wasn't her first thought), is Morgana. Her steps stop immediately and she resists the urge to take a step back, spine straightening further. Guinevere looks at her, and sees nothing of the girl she used to serve. None of her light, her kind smile, her grace. She's unkempt, always, always mocking- bitter.

She should feel fear, but she only feels sorrow]

Morgana. [She shouldn't- but there is no way she hasn't been noticed. The more she can avoid a violent confrontation, the better]