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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! |
Gregory House | House MD | 01
He decided not to fight it. Why would he? His real life wasn't exactly something to write home about...if he could write home, which he couldn't because everyone back home thought he was dead. Anyway, this was more interesting. Castles and feasts and supernatural beings--he didn't know where he'd come up with this stuff but it was fascinating. More than that, it was a party and who didn't love a party?
He refilled his glass and went snooping.
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Since there were no other wizards around, he supposed this task fell to him. Like he had ventured into the old fortress, he ventured into the hall, poking around, sniffing, prodding with his staff before scurrying on frantically.
"Strange place, is it not?" he said, wringing his hands as he approached. One of the race of Men this one seemed to be, Radagast looked him over before nodding. "Very strange indeed, the magic is most peculiar."
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"I take it you're new here, too?"
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"You had a bird on your...." He shook his head, still flabbergasted but realizing there was no real point in stating the obvious. The bird man already knew he had a nest on his head.
Despite his rather confused state, or perhaps because of it, he started to follow the stranger. "I'm probably going to regret asking but...why can't we stop here?"
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Besides, a bird on the head--that just wasn't sanitary.
"I don't necessarily want to stay." The other man's concern was nearly infectious and House found himself glancing over his shoulder, just in case something had crept up on him. Then he shook his head, mentally chiding himself for getting spooked. After all, anything there would likely be something out of the dark corners of his own mind.... Okay, on second thought, that was actually something to be concerned about.
"My question is why do you want to leave? Are you expecting something to be here?"
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"Something? Anything could be here!" Radagast said as if the danger was right there, right now. Maybe he was a little more on edge due to the fact being inside was not something he was used to but the magic around them didn't help that either.
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House was starting to feel on edge himself. He'd been doing a pretty good job of just going with the crazy flow--the wine helped--but he was really starting to wonder what might jump out from the shadows. "What kinds of anythings? Scary anythings? Are we talking monsters or men with really big swords or boy bands?"
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Who was struggling to open a window on the second floor of the castle because he didn't seem to understand there were latches keeping it shut.
"Ugh! Come on, window, work with me--ow!"
He hissed and wrapped an arm around his abdomen, wincing in pain. He frowned at the window as if it had given him some grave insult before glancing up at the sound of House's shuffling footsteps.
"Oh, hi! Do you mind helping me open this? I want to jump out of it but I don't want to break the glass."
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"Okay," he said slowly, taking a few steps toward the boy. "Mind if I ask a question first?"
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Aang was getting used to people asking questions here. Usually about things like his tattoos, but sometimes other questions as well. He supposed he stuck out a little, even here.
He turned to look at the man properly, still leaning on the window that will not open. Blue eyes were indicative of Water Tribe, but he was beginning to notice that the rules of his world didn't necessarily apply. "What do you want to ask?"
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"Why do you want to jump out of the window?" House had many, many more questions but he decided to start with the most obvious one. "If you just want to leave, I hear they have these things called doors...."
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The boy took his staff and stamped the butt of it gently on the floor. Automatically, fan-like extensions popped out, turning the staff into a glider.
"I need to stay here to heal, but no one said I couldn't fly around the grounds."
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"You have a valid point, but I'm not sure this is the best place for a take-off. Wouldn't it be better to have a more open space, and a higher one?" He completely ignored the fact their current height was safer, because if the kid couldn't get the thing to fly, he'd survive a two story drop. House firmly believed if you were going to do something questionably stupid, you might as well go all out.
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The boy perked hopefully and snapped his glider closed before leaning on it. It seemed that he was having trouble standing upright without support.
"Do you know anywhere better I can take off from?"
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House sat on the windowsill and eyed the kid. Even without mentioning that he was healing, it was obvious he wasn't operating at 100%. House didn't know if this kid was real or a fractured part of his psyche but as semi-adult person, and one with a medical degree to boot, he thought maybe he should say something.
"Are you sure that's the best idea, though? I know you said no one told you you couldn't, but jumping from buildings is not generally considered the best therapeutic choice."
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"I guess it's not really for most people, but I'm an Air Nomad. We jump off stuff all the time!" The smile quickly became more earnest. "And the best part is that using a glider means I don't need to move around my arms and legs to bend the air, so I won't hurt myself."
Or, well, he wouldn't hurt himself during the actual flying. Landing might cause trouble.
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He scratched his chin for a moment, allowing the crazier of his theories to sort themselves out to the bottom of the list, leaving him with...slightly less crazy theories. He needed more data.
"At the risk of sounding like a complete idiot--what do you mean by 'bend' air?"
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He bit his lip, rocking on the balls of his feet. "Bending's like... it's... okay, it's pretty hard to describe if you haven't seen it. Just watch."
He put aside his staff for a moment and raised his arms, taking a breath before twisting and jumping in place. For a brief moment, there's and audible, visible ball of churning air hugged in his arms, and then he thrusts it downward before linking his hands together and sitting on it. He's literally sitting in a meditative position on a ball of air.
If House knew anything about martial arts and the different styles, he might be able to identify Ba Gua Zhang.
The boy floated there for a moment with a smile, then his entire body seized with pain, ruining his posture, and the air ball released itself with a powerful gust of wind in all directions, allowing the boy to land hard on the ground.
"Ow..." He groaned softly before there was another softer gust of wind, catching his clothes and pulling him up just enough so he could put his feet underneath himself and he was standing again. "Sorry... I'm usually better at that."
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"Come sit," he said, patting the ledge next to him. The kid was obviously not as healthy as he wanted to think he was. While House generally left people to their own stupid choices, kids were a little different. They couldn't be expected to understand the full scopes of potential consequences.
Also, he didn't want to run the risk of having to explain why there was a dead kid in hall with him. That could get awkward.
"So how do you do that?" he asked, moving his hands in an imitation of what the kid had just done. "Is there some kind of technology you use?"
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He moved his wrist gently in circular motions, summoning a tiny version of the churning ball of air he had just been sitting on. It whirred softly just above his palm, building up momentum just by spinning.
"It's... well, my airbending master described it as using the energy inside yourself to manipulate the elements. It's something you're born with, but you have to learn and practice a lot if you want to be good at it."
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"So this kind of thing is normal for your people? What happens if two people try to 'bend' the air at the same time?"
Then, because he was a curious child at heart, House stuck his finger into the whirling ball of air above the kid's hand.
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And then House touched the ball, and it burst into a gust of wind blowing in all directions with a FSWIP noise. The boy startled, then started to laugh. He immediately made another ball of air.
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"Nice party trick," he said as he settled himself back on the ledge. "How strong can you make the wind?"
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