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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[notavirtue]

[Javik was of like mind when it came to conversation, and small talk was considered a pointless waste of time. He didn't follow too closely, lingering over tapestries and the various odds and ends that decorated (or littered) the hallways. While Ben certainly seemed to be in a hurry, Javik's exploration was more measured. A lifetime of nasty surprises around every corner had tempered any impulsiveness he might have had a long time ago.

After sweeping through several hallways, Javik began to wonder if this place ever opened up into anything else. Wasn't there at least a window? He thought that was normal for surface dwellings. What little he'd seen of Earth had been blasted by war, so he didn't have much of a baseline comparison. This was assuming they were on a planet in the first place, of course.]

Was there anything like this place on Earth? Or its colonies?

sorry about the delay! ;u; im super enjoying this, jsyk

[rube]

[ben stops in front of a door as javik questions him, and at first, all he does is give a small shake of his head (which is hardly noticeable) before opening the door to an office. it's empty besides the array of books and a few places to sit. the desk is unlikely to hold anything of importance, but ben decides to go in and check anyway.]

No. Only castles I've ever seen were in books. Where I came from, people didn't have money for this.

[he waves a hand lazily to motion to the room and, generally, the castle, before rifling through a few books left on the desk. they aren't important and he knows it.]

no worries! and so am i! (now to finish this app...)

[notavirtue]

[Not for the first time, Javik found himself annoyed by a human. Normally they were full of unwanted ideas or advice, but this one wasn't even trying to be helpful. The fact that he didn't match up to his previous experience with humans was what was more annoying than his actual behavior, though. So much for making heads or tails from this mess.

He hesitated before following Ben inside, finally running his hand along the threshold to get a feel of the place. It was old, certainly, but the people that had been through here were utterly foreign to him.]

Your people have built greater things than castles of brick and stone.

[A bit gingerly, Javik picked up a book, frowning as its pages spilled open. It was pretty obvious he'd never held a book in his life.]

good luck! c:

[rube]

Don't know what you're talkin' about.

[when he turns around, he stares as javik struggles to hold a book. he watches for a moment, deciding on whether or not he should help him.

with some hesitation, he takes a few steps forward, reaching with one hand to adjust the book that javik is holding.]

Here.

[and then, as if he hadn't done a thing, he maneuvers himself around javik to pick at a few other books before deciding the room is worthless and walking back out into the hall.]

you too!

[notavirtue]

[Javik tensed when Ben approached, but didn't resist as the book was righted in his hands. It was hardly an improvement, though, given the fact that the script between the pages was alien to him. Still, it was clear it was meant to convey information in an entirely useless manner. It was so old he couldn't pick up on who had written it, just echoes of who had used it.

He lingered a few moments with the old tome until Ben walked out, setting the book back down where he had found it.]

What do you mean, you do not know what I'm talking about? This place must seem archaic even to you.

[He was still operating on the assumption that this human shared origins with him, where space travel was the norm.]

[rube]

[his lips press into a thin line; he's not entirely sure how to answer javik, if at all. sure, he's read of majestic places from the bible, but the only other fantasy he'd read wasn't even fantasy -- he had mostly read mystery books.

glancing over his shoulder, he shakes his head.]

I'm not from a place that has fancy castles like this. None of this seems real.

[notavirtue]

[Real? He expected someone to find it ancient and backwards, not unreal. A bit absentmindedly, he wiped his hands across his thighs, as if ridding himself of dirt from the book.]

Then what sort of place are you from? [He considered a moment, judging the way Ben was dressed again. He hadn't spend much time among civilians on the Citadel, and he certainly hadn't been paying attention to their clothing. Now that he thought about it, though, there was definitely a difference. Maybe he was asking the wrong questions.] What was the date? The year?

[rube]

[ben only went to school until the 6th grad, he hasn't had any schooling on medieval history, let alone look it up himself.]

Originally, Milfay, Oklahoma.

[he gives javik an odd look at the next question.]

1935.

[notavirtue]

[He was going to assume that Oklahoma was on Earth, and while his grasp of its history was shaky, he knew humanity had only joined the galactic community in the past 30 years. A young species, certainly, but this was somehow even worse. 2186 was a long way from 1935. Javik looked stricken for a moment.]

19 - then you have not even achieved space flight in your time? You are still confined to one planet!

[Unbelievable. What was next, Ben wasn't even a soldier?]

[rube]

What.

[it doesn't even come out as a question. ben slows his pace to a stop and turns to face javik completely. he isn't sure what to think, what to say, or what the guy was even going on about. he had lived on a small farm with his mother and grandfather for most of his life before things started going downhill and he was picked up by the carnival. whatever javik is talking about, ben has no idea how to respond.

instead, he stares at him expectantly, waiting for a long explanation or at least something to go off of.]

[notavirtue]

[Javik stared back for several long moments, before blinking all four eyes at once and tipping his chin up. What was the point of this kidnapping and the war if their technology was completely nonexistent? What sort of edge were they hopping to gain by taking people that were probably clueless to mass effect and modern warfare? His tone was angry, even if it wasn't directed at Ben.]

This place is madness! Are you even familiar with guns?

[He unholstered the weapon at his hip, which was... pistol-like, at least. A few hundred years had had an impact on human weapons. Javik held it flat, careful not to aim it directly at Ben's face. He had enough manners to be that courteous.]

[rube]

[ben misinterprets the anger and takes it a little too personally, lips curling back as he speaks, tone sharp and bitter and his voice is much louder than it needs to be.]

The hell you gettin' mad at me for? I'm not from the goddamn stone age!

[he does take a step back once the weapon is drawn. he's all bark and no bite now, voice low and nervous,]

What is that?

i'm sorry the rude-o-meter just went into the red

[notavirtue]

[Ben's reaction was momentarily ignored in favor of the pistol, which should have reacted to being drawn. Snarling, Javik smacked it with his free hand, but it failed to expand so he could even pull the trigger. Primitive, useless contraption - ]

It is a pistol, gifted to me by one of your own people. Clearly an inferior design if it will not work when needed -

[He gave it one last smack before giving up. There was still the rifle slung over his shoulder, made by his own, but he'd inspect that later. When he finally turned his attention back to Ben, he took note of his posture.]

I suppose it is not your fault you were brought here from so long ago, though I cannot fathom why they would think you could be of any aid.

no i love it!!

[rube]

[ben shakes his head slowly, frowning at the pistol. sure, he recognized ... some of it, the shape and trigger were partially recognizable, but where are the bullets held? how do you cock the gun?

he kind of wants to touch it, to figure it out, but he doesn't dare.

to be honest, ben has an idea why the imps brought him here, why he's even wanted here in the first place, but it's not like he's going to be sharing that fact any time soon, if ever.]

Don't know, don't care. I just wanna get out of this place before it's too late.

they're best friends already :')

[notavirtue]

[Javik returned the pistol to its place at his hip, crossing his arms over his chest again. The frown that had settled on his face was apparently there to stay, accompanied by an irritated huff.]

Too late for what? Do you believe them when you say your home will be destroyed if we do not win?

[Because he didn't. He wasn't buying the whole 'green shard in your chest' thing, either. That was definitely something he would have noticed, no matter what they said or tried to explain to him. He'd spent his life fighting an enemy that could twist your thoughts to its will, and he wasn't about to fall for this one.]