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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! |
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The next thing he knows, the arrow is gone, shattered as if it had come into contact yet never reached its target. And Corvo? Corvo is in front of him again, close, as if he was never far away, was simply just there, and always had been.
Hah. Well played. Apparently this man can even manipulate time.
If this were at home, Garrett would have stopped before now, turned back empty handed and willingly. He had so much to lose there, had a reputation and his own hide to consider far more than he does here. But back home, things were more certain, and he knew the City better than anyone else. He knew when he hit his limits. Here, in this land that he has no idea what to make of, it's different. That's not to say he's come here with his morals or his discipline as a thief in any less than he would back at home, but he's allowed his curiosity to guide him here more than any time he's done recently.
But then Corvo actually takes off the charm, and offers it. A move that Garrett is not sure how to take at first. A thief isn't offered gifts, he takes them when the target is unaware and leaves, a symbol of his ability and skill to take something that is not his and leave without a trace. But to be given what he was trying to get, to be willingly handed the prize so easily...
For the first time since their encounter began, Garrett actually steps forward, out of the dark, allowing his target to see him, eye and all. A second passes and he pulls down the cowl from his face, brow furrowing slightly as a gloved hand reaches towards the whale bone charm, as if he is uncertain this is a legitimate offer or not. And as he reaches for it, his eye emits another glow, wisps of smoke rising as if he were on fire, but no harm ever comes to him.
And that is when the Primal screams.
It's a second of time that it comes to him, only a single point where he hears it, but it feels like an eterinity as Erin's voice still resonates in his head and her screams echo back as if the job had happened yesterday.
GARRETT, I'M SLIPPING!!
He winces, unknowingly, as flashes of Erin's face flit through his mind, of faces he doesn't recognize, people he doesn't know, the revolution back home and the vaguest glimpses of white walls, of dirty floors and the distant sound of crying.
It's only a second, but a second is enough. His hand withdraws, mind still a jittery mess, but outwardly already trying to cover his hesitation. Garrett doesn't know if that could have been felt, or seen in such close proximity, but it wasn't a welcomed interruption and it proves that even here, he is still connected to home.
There is a hint of a smirk, and the thief huffs, amused, hand brushing away the offer.]
I'll pass.
[Not because of you, Corvo, but because whatever that charm is, the Primal doesn't like it and Garrett is not about to willingly take it and cause more problems for himself.
Besides, what thief willingly takes something that's offered? If Corvo didn't know any better, that was like a slap to his pride. Something Garrett will easily do without.]
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But this power was an end to a means. He wouldn't be denying its benefit, as much as he would've liked to, as much as that ambiguous whale god got under his skin, as unsettling as the cold, wet chill of the sea before it swallows you whole.
Corvo watches the other emerge from that habitual cover of darkness and his own look goes to that eye again as he holds the offered trinket steady. Until that eye flares and there's that second's wince that's making Corvo's fingers gently curl around the charm again as it sings its dull whalesong.
Whatever magic this man had, it wasn't the Outsider's; in fact, they seemed to nearly be clashing.
But he knows better than to ask. ] Ah. I see.
[ His tone level, pushes at the slightest brink of unsteady diplomacy (too out of practice, it seems) and as light as it could be for a man like him; infinitely troubled and prone to seriousness.
For propriety's sake, he pretends that the offer goes unaccepted solely because he had cheapened it to an easy gift instead of a prize for a thief, just as the other waves it away. Had he hit a nerve? Surprisingly, it wasn't his intention.
Though it could be said Corvo wasn't at all too good at reading people past the very blatant; strategy, catching a situation about to go awry, simply knowing that something was wrong, sure. That was habitual, an intrinsic reflex from being (and failing as) Lord Protector. But this was also the same man who didn't even catch the betrayal of his so-called allies until he drank their damned poison. Until Samuel had put him on that boat, and until it all came crashing down again. Was he too blinded by how successful each mission had gone? By Emily's safe return? His was an odd balance of perceptive and ignorant.
Though in hindsight, perhaps his pride too would have been hit, were their positions reversed. Nonetheless, there's a small nod, a squint of weary eyes. As curt as his words may sound, he means it well enough. ] Apologies.
[ For ending the game? Or for the supernatural reactions? ]
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Unlike Corvo, betrayal doesn't occur very often for the thief. Mostly because he's a thief, but also because Garrett doesn't trust anyone, save for very specific people. He's survived on his own since he was a boy, and he learned very quickly that if he wanted to make it out alive? Only trust yourself. Work alone. Stick to the shadows and survive for your sake.
When you grow up alone, you grow up strong. No one there to support you.
And no one to hold you back.
It's not hard to follow in a world where people don't care about you. After a while, it becomes second nature. What's even more compelling is how easy they become to read after a while. How they go about their lives with greed, with want, for things they have, for things they cannot have. Studying them, and their motives, is a past-time for him, to the point where he makes people uncomfortable. In turn, he learns how to make himself difficult to read, a mysterious figure who doesn't speak much, but knows more than he ever says. That's how it's always been.
Still, there is a tilt of his head, and Garrett withdraws his arms fully, choosing instead to cross them. An eyebrow raises in intrigue, and he gives a rather amused look before speaking again.]
Garrett.
[His name isn't something to take lightly, as he doesn't give it out unless he wants to- but Corvo has earned his respect at the very least, a difficult thing to do when coming across the master thief, let alone in a first meeting.]
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Corvo wasn't a thief (by profession, anyway), however good he may have been at slipping in and out unnoticed. He had spent his years in a court since he was a youth; he wasn't nobility, or a politician by any stretch of the term, but he was nonetheless forced into etiquette. He was curt, and straight to the point and had good posture, and when the Empress sent her Protector away, to appeal the other Isles during Dunwall's time of need, he only did so because he had to. Because the Royal Spymaster suggested it, and Jessamine agreed and ultimately, you don't say no.
It wasn't a question of trusting the Loyalists, those 'allies' that stabbed him in the back once his use expired. He relied on them and that would be the extent of it; he wished he hadn't. Technically, they were his only option. And they did get him out of jail, supply him with weapons and that mask. Carelessness was his undoing, recklessness and petty hurt after him failing the purpose he was given; after failing his dearest friend and her daughter.
The man's got his fair share of guilt, and he's stupidly lucky to be alive, with a lesson to learn and scars to heal from.
Unlike Garrett, however, he could not survive for his own sake; he would do instead so for vengeance, and for Emily Kaldwin, that little girl who lived through a little too much and who would one day rule as fair empress.
His own expression is an easy one, with a press of his mouth that could be taken as bemused. look this is the most he's talked to someone in a long while ok ] Corvo Attano.
[ wow he is so grateful garrett he's even giving you his in return ] Well played.
[ in turn, master thief, you left quite an impression. ]
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[To receive a compliment from him is rare, the smirk coming with it showing he's impressed. You left a good impression on him, too, Corvo. He won't ever admit to giving it, he's too proud to, but it's there nonetheless.
It's a good thing Basso isn't around, otherwise he'd hound Garrett endlessly for it. Probably try to hire Corvo, too.
There's silence for a moment, and Garrett uncrosses his arms and looks over the other again. Definitely not someone who would stick out, but not a forgettable face, either.
With one foot pulling him back into the shadow, he lets out an amused huff.]
A small tip: Stay on your toes.
[Because they'll meet again. He knows they will. And when they do, it may or may not be just like this encounter, or something entirely different.
You never can really tell, with people such as them.
Garrett's eye flickers briefly, as if to signal a sign of approval somewhere, before he pulls up his cowl and is swallowed by the darkness once more. A second later, and he's gone, a shadow the only memory of him ever being there in the first place.
Until next time, Corvo.]